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eatrun · 1 year

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tried so long to hold off on this muse but i am a case study in failing miserably sooo hiii andy (21+ she/her) again here with cho yoonsu aka the carter baizen rewrite i deserve. rich kid turned rogue, bad boy gone worse. living a trust fund baby lifestyle without the trust fund. info + wanted connections under the cut. send a dm or leave a like if you want to plot ! !

hate the player, hate the game

name cho yoonsu / nickname yoonsu, yoon, high roller (gg) / age twenty5 / pronouns he/him / gender cis man / birthchart pisces sun sagittarius moon leo rising / orientation bisexual / personality intuitive observant curious enthusiastic determined thrill-seeker craves intensity blunt selfish impatient materialistic / faceclaim kai/kim jongin

trigger warnings drugs and gambling addiction / gossip girl scandal sold cocaine to his classmates but everyone eventually caught on and found out it was crushed up vitamin c / special skills lying getting on peoples nerves being annoying jk he's a good tennis player (played varsity through high school n college, ranked nationally, could've gone pro if he really tried), beast at poker (urban legend says he actually invented strip poker) / style usually dressed in streetwear, lots of loose ripped jeans beanies etc, sometimes you might catch him with the occasional brow barbell or lip ring since his face is pierced but right now he has them taken out, abstract line tattoo / trivia got a tongue piercing in high school and has had it in/out a few times in his life (as of now, he has had it out for half a decade), barely has a social media presence mostly because he doesn't understand how to use the apps

more about his personality astrology heaux coming thru choo choo i've given this a not normal amount of thought bear with me idk the rest of his birth chart but ! i do know its all air signs (aquarius gemini libra) meaning he's restless, needs to be constantly mentally stimulated, prone to overindulging his fantasies and is a charismatic communicator (thus, con artist). though when it comes to matters of moral obligation and authority aka the planet saturn, a capricorn, meaning he will get down n dirty in the name of securing the bag and he likes to take control and take care of the people around him. however he's still a deeply selfish person—while he might take care of his friends or defend those he cares about, he will never put anyone above himself. if a solution will solve a problem for him, without thinking of who it will hurt or the effect it will have on the people around him, he will do it.

either way, the house always wins

seoul born and bred. the cho's designed half the seoul skyline.

mischievous trouble maker since birth. he was constantly bored out of his mind at school, so he spearheaded many pranks on fellow students and teachers.

studied in an exclusive school for boys near gyeonggi. his family had to constantly donate so much money to the school to make up for his antics that they have an entire building to their name.

skipped third grade but repeated seventh grade.

by the time he reached high school, already had a master prankster and legendary party thrower reputation that made him popular with fellow students but infamous among teachers.

pranks were mostly innocuous and everyone was on the fence about whether he could actually hurt someone or if he was just playing harmless games uppp until he started selling cocaine to his fellow high school students.

gossip girl eventually dropped an exposé about his fakecaine business. it was polarizing—some people found it genius and funny, others had parents calling for his expulsion at pta meetings. one thing for sure is that he has never lived it down and people seem to remember it every time they look at him.

absentee parents came down on him pretty hard for it but didn't really punish him to any real extent. for the most part, they were just glad he wasn't involved in gossipgate. gets on with a slap on the wrist, graduates and goes on to be an archaeology and art history major in korea university.

lands a few gossip girl headlines about reckless spending and credit cards getting declined. most of the stories are about him gambling and one post even said he lived in the lobby of a casino in macau for an entire month completely stoned the entire time. all this earns him the nickname high roller, but no posts were truly noteworthy or shocking. breaking news rich kid spends money. fork found in kitchen. who cares?

virtually drops off the face of the earth almost immediately after graduating college in 2018. wild rumors fly but the general gg-approved consensus is that he went rogue, disowned his family, exchanged his trust fund for a fanny pack and traveled the world, filming his charitable excursions with a hand cam. it's the most exciting version of the truth anyway. the only true trace of him is his name in the credits of an awarded indie documentary about climate change that came out in 2021.

no one hears anything about him until gg returns and shortly after, informs everyone that he has been back in seoul since early 2022. all sorts of rumors go around. no one really knows why he's back.

wanted connections

he claims he returned because your muse's family took him on as an exclusive private curator, organizing the search and delivery of rare artifacts and collectibles your family wants in their private collection. but is the truth really that innocent? also he's lowkey squatting at your muse's family's house or in one of their properties or something. needs further plotting, potentially involves this family dealing in shady business.

maybe the real reason he came back to seoul is money, or maybe the truth is less complicated. maybe he missed your muse. romance plot, needs further plotting.

your muse's family hates him because it's a closely guarded secret that he abandoned your muse/'s cousin at the altar in 2020 after your family paid off all his debt. whether or not your muse is on the hate train, we can plot!

don't tell anyone because no one knows but the real reason he's back is because he ran out of money and he wants access to his trust fund again and he's trying to get back into his family's good graces. your muse maybe starts to suspect it after they see him very out of character in a monkey suit at the family company, hair slicked back and all cleaned up and driving a 2023 mustang. potential enemies or frenemies or blackmail plot.

people who bought his contraband in hs sorry

someone who got seriously hurt (whether physically emotionally etc) by one of his pranks in the past and has held a grudge against him since but he has no idea

arch enemy plot someone who hates him because they think he's a dangerous hypocrite and a nasty liar and painfully pretentious. he says shit like "money doesn't buy you freedom, it pays for your prison" and i just need someone to tell him money isnt prison, prison is prison. in turn, yoonsu hates them back because they get in the way of his business or maybe they know something they shouldn't or are dangerously close to knowing. further plotting!

found family/close friend plot. someone who truly cares for him and sees through his bs and wants him to settle down and get help. the only one who takes his gambling addiction seriously.

he thinks your muse is an easy target so reels them into a high stakes poker game where he's in on a scheme with the rest of the table n cons your muse out of their money or a precious family heirloom or something!

yoonsu and your muse don't talk anymore so why are they still wearing the promise rings they gave each other when they were kids ? gossip girl has noticed. potential romance potential angst/hurt/comfort further plotting needed

from trust fund baby to sugar baby real quickk sugar mommy/daddy plot and i'm not even joking because he is living a rich kid lifestyle without the rich kid bank account so SOMEONE has to pay for it

he has been really into film in the past few years and involved in documentaries n film projects so artsy film buddies or something

friends close friends exes flings hookups fwbs enemieswbs let's plot

#xoxo.intro #has he asked you to call him rover ? coincidentally is he coming over ? you might be entitled to financial compensation !

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vainglors · 1 year

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greta onieogou. she / her. cis female. › spotted at the met steps , kemdi o’daro , most likely listening to cozy by beyoncé with their airpods pro . the twenty - eight year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -intrusive yet +endearing to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about lining a mug up perfectly so the label faces the camera in a selfish act of promotion , having your makeup and hair done three hours early so you can sit on your phone until you leave , and late nights that end with falling asleep on your desk , followed by their bubble bath replica by maison martin margiela . latest nepoupdates article talks about how she ditched her ex at the altar during a night out in vegas , but i guess any reputation is . ( hazy , 25 , she / her , est , no triggers . muse t . )

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 .

full name : kemdi lena o’daro . nicknames : kem , kd . bday : august 20th . age : twenty8 . gender & pronouns : cis female , she / her . sexuality : bisexual . occupation : late night talk show host .

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 .

host and founder of late night with o’daro , which is her talk show that airs mon / wed / fri with specials on some saturday nights. it’s usually around 11pm and runs for about an hour , give or take. it’s a bit of a mix of things ( think snl meets fallon / clarkson y’know ) and she usually has guests on to talk about their upcoming projects or latest news.

trust fund baby , daughter of a famous screenwriter and her father owns a good chunk of beachfront properties along both the east and west coasts that he rents out to people.

she’s been … unlucky in love because she’s a bit flaky and tends to focus more on her work rather than focusing on making genuine relationships between her and other people work. cares about her show more than anything in the world and prioritizes it over everything else , including family functions and stuff that’s involved with her personal life.

although she works hard , she’s a naturally endearing person and can talk anyone’s ear off. she has a way of getting through to people and uses that to her advantage because it helps her gain a holding point against everyone else – just in case she needs it , the ammunition is there.

as you’ve probably gathered before , she’s very professional. that kind of front comes from how strict her parents were while she was a teenager. they practically raised her to build an empire from the ground up , was barely given the money she needed to do what she wanted , but also grew up around luxury. she has a complicated relationship with her parents now because they’re beginning to mooch off of her success.

her subplot includes her selling info to nepoupdates – mostly info her team acquires about her guests and whatnot.

[ death tw ] recently ( about a year ago ) lost her brother and his wife to a climbing accident that she was with them during. while kemdi was hospitalized for about a week with several fractures , her brother and his wife did not make it. they left behind their daughter , keziah , who’s three years old now. kemdi’s been taking care of kez ever since the accident and has official custody of her as of late 2022.

keziah is the only thing kemdi cares about outside of work. legitimately the only thing.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈��𝐘 .

( + ) elusive , endearing , personable , charming , comedic , confident , inquisitive. ( - ) indifferent , loose lipped , selfish , calculated , dishonest , wily , overworked.

#nepofm.intro #death tw #hey besties x

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harvardiii · 1 year

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HARVARD HARRISON HARGROVE III.

mutiny tag: number03.

NICKNAMES: harvey, harv, AGE: 19 GENDER: male PRONOUNS: he/him JOB: college student / junior board member at HAH / trust fund baby FOOTBALL JERSEY: #03.

PERSONALITY:

+TRAITS: strong, affectionate, charming, responsible, protective -TRAITS: insecure, jealous, guarded, occasionally obnoxious, picky FEARS: being left, losing people he loves, being alone, losing his father, loving people PUBLIC HOBBIES: football, partying, basketball, dating, surfing, playing pool PRIVATE HOBBIES: reading novels, photography, working on the fleet of classic cars in the Hargrove Mansions’ Garage, video games, running errands for his step-mom, swimming in the ocean at sunrise HABITS: trying to hide how he’s feeling, revving engines so everyone sees him when he pulls into the parking lot, zoning out when he’s upset, rolling his eyes, starting fights at parties when he’s wasted, crying when Elaine Archer is around, lying to his dad, regretting small talk

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: UNNAMED ILLNESS LEADING TO DEATH

When Harvey is totally losing it, he likes to think of the last few good memories he has with his Mom -- like before she was diagnosed, and everything got worse. He thinks about how they used to dance around the kitchen together, listening to the Beach Boys and singing along to old pop songs from the 60s. He thinks about her auburn hair in the glow of the fireplace’s crackling flame, and how they would sit in the living room together, Harvey’s cheek resting comfortably against her lap.

When he’s angry, and trying not to use his fists - when he’s trying not to be someone she would be disappointed to have brought into the world - he thinks about the way that she told him he was special, and that she would love him forever. He thinks about her hand encompassing his, and it’s the warmest glow in his chest... Until he remembers the day that she died, and, just like that, he’s a goner under the weight of his own emotions.

Harvey Hargrove hadn’t expected such a huge loss of love to define the rest of his life - what kind of 12 year old does? But as the years passed by, and as his mother became nothing more than a speck in the distance of his childhood, he began to realize that more than one of his problems could be rooted back to the Painful Departure of Delia Hargrove.

Before she was gone, for instance, he was a happy kid. He would spend his days reading in the park. He would find himself lost on real-world adventures with a young Casey Russell - his twin terror - and he would hang by Elaine’s side like a conjoined twin. He would ride his bike just about everywhere, and smile a sweet-cheeked, rosy little grin at the Witches who would call him, “Little Prince!” as he rode past. Harvey Hargrove the Third was full of charm, and promise, and excitement for the world.

Some of that still hung behind once she was gone. He still rode his bike, and though he and Casey seemed to start developing a competitive streak, they were still inseparable. His hand was still permanently clasped in Elaine’s or Libby’s, and he still buried his nose in a book on late nights when his nannies were avoiding him, and Harvard was working late.

It was easy to see how vastly the light behind Harvey’s eyes had dimmed, though, when he stopped smiling so much: it was easy to see the way he cringed when the name ‘Little Prince!’ was shouted at him from across the streets.

He wasn’t sure why it felt more like an insult after his Mom was gone, but looking back on it? Harvey just thinks it felt like a reminder that the life he knew at home was anything but a fantasy. He wasn’t a prince, and Hargrove Mansion wasn’t a kingdom. It was more like a prison.

Harvard Hargrove II hadn’t ever truly been warm, but the true frost came fluttering through the windows of Hargrove Mansion the day his wife dropped out of their lives. There had always been certain expectations set out for Harvey - he had always been expected to be the next face of H.A.H. - but without his mother there to protect him from the harsh reality of being a Fully Fledged Hargrove, Harvard took the reins on his son’s life.

Throughout middle school, he was expected to sign up for every sport that Cherry possibly had to offer. Football, Basketball, Baseball, Swimming - you name it, and Harvard Hargrove III was sure to be on the roster. There was no time for the kind of hobbies that Harvey longed to cultivate - no time for taking photo, and no time to wax poetic on the old records that his mom left him… There was only time to become the man that his father expected him to be. Strong, Respectable, and the shining example of their Picturesque Nuclear Family. You know. Minus the Mom.

It was really no surprise that Harvey grew up a little shivery. No surprise that he built himself a bit of reputation as ‘A fucking Asshole’ with the people who refused to see past his Born Title as the ‘Prince of Cherry Proper.’

There were a few people who managed to melt his exterior over the years - a few people who got to see just how caring, and gentle he could be… High School really fucked that for Harvey, though. It got really hard to let people in.

Nobody really knows what Harvey’s hopes and dreams look like - they’ve never really known. They’d probably assume he had, like, real dreams of becoming an NFL legend, but… If he’d overheard any conversation he had with his High School Sweetheart, Elaine Archer, it might be easy to tell that his goals laid a little closer to his heart.

Money had never really been an issue for someone like Harvey - he had never really cared about becoming the next President of HAH investments, or finding fame and fortune. Nah, he just wanted someone to stand by his side, that would call him their own: he wanted a few kids that he could treat better than his Dad treated him. He just wanted to take pictures with his mother’s camera, and to feel like he belonged someplace important.

He was a Hargrove, though, so his dreams were kind of dead on arrival. He was going to keep playing football, and being Cherry’s ‘Golden Boy’ until his Dad told him he could stop; he was going to marry some beautiful girl that Harvard II approved of, and take his rightful spot on the board of HAH. He was going to be whatever his Dad wanted him to be, even if it resulted in a tortured, frost-bitten, never-see-the-sun version of his Only Child. Harvey is the token popular kid. He’s sweet in the shadows, and a Personality in the light of day... Sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s switching over. But for his friends? For the guy he thinks he might be falling for? He’s going to try to start to fix it.

OTHER THINGS ABOUT HARVEY:

READING NOVELS:

Harvey loves novels like a Wrinkle in Time, the Neverending Story, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Lord of the Rings, and the Princess Bride - those were the kinds of things you could find in his book bag all the way up to Freshman year! But once his mind started to feel a little darker, he began to branch out into the more melancholy side of the literature world. Harvey’s bookshelf at home is filled, now, with Stephen King Novels, Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, and the list of totally obvious depressed-boy authors goes on… Though, he definitely still keeps well used copies of the Lord of the Rings novels in his night stand. In fact, he’d never tell anyone, but his personal collection of Lord of the Rings memorabilia fills the hidden crevices of his bedroom.

He spends a ton of time in the CCU library, and he has since he was a kid - in fact, if you’re looking for the guy? There’s probably a good chance he’s tucked somewhere in the back, not that enough people really pay attention to him to know that. Sometimes he’s studying, but more often than not he’s thumbing through some novel he found in the stacks.

PHOTOGRAPHY:

Harvey’s mother died when he was 12, but he feels lucky at least that he has no shortage of pictures from their time on Earth together. Delia Hargrove loved photography: she always said it was the third love of her life, and when she died, it became the love of Harvey’s too. He inherited her old camera, and begin taking pictures of nearly everything he could point at with it’s lens. He’s got an entire stack of self portraits; he’s got pictures of his friends, and his family, and places he loves - everything. It’s everything to him. Nobody really knows it’s a hobby that he takes seriously... They’d probably laugh if Harvey told them that he wished that photography was his major instead of business. But somewhere, deep down, Harvey wishes that he could just take pictures for the rest of his life. It’s all he’s ever really wanted.

WORKING ON THE FLEET OF CLASSIC CARS IN THE HARGROVE MANSION GARAGE:

So, like, reading and photography - listening to his Mom’s records and dancing around his room? Those were always hobbies that made his Dad sort of cringe, and what is a kid to do that desperately needs approval from his father? Find a “manly” hobby that Harvard II can actually stand… Enter the garage at Hargrove Mansion.

His house has always been huge - more of an estate, really, even if that basement was bleak - but the garage was half the size of the main house, and part of the main source of his father’s pride. Plymouths, Fords, Cadillacs, BMWs, Aston Martin, Porsche, Lamborghini, etc - if it was made before 1960, and in any class of luxury, you could bet your ass that Harvard Hargrove II owned, or had owned it, at some point in the past.

Harvey remembers the first time his father let him hold the flashlight while he worked on the engine of a 1947 Plymouth with suicide doors. He held nuts and bolts in his hands, and it took half an hour to wash the grease from his hands afterward… but he kind of liked the way that it felt on his fingertips. He sort of craved to be the one with his hands in the engine; actually fixing something that had the potential to run just as beautifully as it did back when it was brand new off of the factory line.

Harvard II was impressed when Harvey showed back up in the garage day after day, and Harvey pored over the many car manuals he could buy at the auto shop just outside of town. Soon enough, he was better at getting an engine to run than Harvard Hargrove II was, and Harvey swelled with the only amount of pride he could when his father actually told him how pleased he was.

Harvey can be caught driving a different car, like, multiple times a week - it depends on which one he’s working on, on any given day - but he has his favorites.

Working on engines not only helps him prove his masculinity to his father - which he kind of hates about his favorite hobby - but Harvey hates the idea of taking his car to someone else to fix. He gets enough “spoiled rich kid” shit thrown his way… Breaking down on the side of the road or something, with no way to help himself? Not being able to change his own oil? It’s a non-option.

SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN AT SUNRISE:

Harvard Hargrove II has always pushed Harvey into sports, and though he enjoys the thrill of the game, really, swimming was probably the only one that ever brought Harvey any peace… Which is why he refused to turn it into one of the many competitive sports he plays.

Since Harvey was 14 he has been waking up extra early a couple mornings a week to run down to the Orchard Shore Beach and take a swim before the sun rises over the ocean. The girls who lifeguard at the beach have caught onto the routine - sometimes they’re already working out on the beach by the time he gets there... but it’s not enough to give it up. He kinda likes the attention.

RUNNING ERRANDS FOR HIS JILLIAN:

Harvey misses his mom basically, like, every day, even if it doesn’t always manifest itself in the most obvious ways… Jillian fills some part of the void, though.

Zev and Harvey don’t exactly get along, obviously, but in the absence of being a good step-brother, Harvey has always tried to go the extra mile to be a good step-son. He used to stop by to make sure she had lunch everyday. He would pick up clothing bundles from her supplies, or stay up late organizing inventory when she was stilling running her business… He craved her approval, even if there would always be the wall between them with Zev’s face graffitied all over it.

HARVARD HARGOVE II:

Harvey and his father have always had a strange relationship with each other. When Delia Hargrove was still alive, things were like... actually semi-normal. Of course, Harvey has been sitting in on H.A.H meetings since he was six years old; formed and molded into the idea of what the perfect Hargrove CEO should look like. But before his mother was gone, they would take vacations, and spend holidays togethers; tradition was rife, and so were the days that the two would throw a football across the lawn or watch a movie together. When Delia passed away, their relationship became distant and cold. It was like Harvard II didn’t know how to be a father without his wife at his side. Instead he became Harvey’s coach, and his leader; he wasn’t a man that Harvey could share his feelings with, instead he was the man that made Harvey feel like he was never going to be good enough.

Harvey isn’t sure he’ll ever be a great football player, or a great businessman. He isn’t sure he’s ever going to be able to play the role of a Husband to a wife, and the father to her children... It was all he wanted when he had Elaine. She was probably the only person he could have pretended with his whole life: he didn’t even know it was pretending back then. Now he’s sure he’s got a choice: himself, or his father.

DELIA HARGROVE:

Harvey doesn’t think he’ll ever really know what it’s like to be loved again: not since elaine left him, and his mother died. He was only nine years old when she was diagnosed - a life ruining moment and a half. He was twelve when she finally passed away, frail and broken in a hospital bed at Cherry Memorial.

She left wounds on Harvey’s heart that he doesn’t know what to do with, and it’s made him lonelier than anything. Left with only a broken father, he’s always struggled with believing people care about him; and deep within his heart, there’s a fear of being abandoned that rages on... but it’s also just made him crave a future with someone. He wants a family of his own - he wants to feel whole enough to be able to spend his life with someone.He’s just scared he’ll never be able to be that person until he can figure out how to fill the hole that his mother left behind.

Harvard Hargrove II is the person who took Delia’s death the hardest, even with Harvey to consider... and when he’s drunk past the point of no return? He blames it on his son, and Harvey believes him. What else is he supposed to do?

HARVEY’S ANGER ISSUES:

Harvey has always had sort of a wild streak - a part of him that just set off with no regard for control - whether it comes to partying, or jumping off of shit he shouldn’t... getting angry when he should probably just take a breath? It’s always been a part of him, and though it’s a part he’s tried to fight, it really took on a life of it’s own when Harvey went to middle school and became all but addicted to the rush of popularity and attention - however negative it may be. He likes to throw parties. He likes to get angry on the field, and fight it all out... He likes to get drunk, and do stupid shit sometimes. It’s something his father absolutely hates about him - what kind of CEO is acting like a token frat boy? But it’s just about the only form of control Harvey has over his life anymore.

HARVEY’S SEXUALITY:

Harvey has basically always refused to acknowledge just how intense he feels over some of the males in his life - it’s an avenue he couldn’t find himself even thinking about turning down. Recently, though, it seems like it’s all hitting Harvey in the chest with unrelenting force. He had always chalked it up to jealousy, the way that he’d look at guys in the locker room and feel himself, like… melting? Right in the chest? He’d always told himself he paid so much attention because he wanted to be like them, but… Whatever. Lately, he’s just been rethinking things. He’s been finding himself attracted to people he shouldn’t be: AKA, Mackenzie Walsh. He’s doing everything he can to hide, but recently he thinks there must be some way he’s slipped up, because his father has become unrelenting about Harvey finding a nice girl to date.

#cusaintro

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harveyiii · 2 years

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HARVARD HARRISON HARGROVE III.

aol: number03.

NICKNAMES: harvey, harv, AGE: 20 DOB: december 29 GENDER: male PRONOUNS: he/him JOB: professional Son of a Public Figure / Trust Fund Baby Boy FOOTBALL JERSEY: #03.

PERSONALITY:

+TRAITS: caring, self-sacrificing, dependable, strong, natural born leader -TRAITS: insecure, impulsive, jealous, guarded, short-tempered FEARS: harvard hargrove ii, ghosts, being forgotten, dying alone, finding out why his mom left, never finding out why his mom left, pitch-darkness, finding out the people he trusts don’t actually like him PUBLIC HOBBIES: football, partying, basketball, dating, surfing, playing pool PRIVATE HOBBIES: reading novels, writing, working on the fleet of classic cars in the Hargrove Mansions’ Garage, video games, running errands for his step-mom, swimming in the ocean at sunrise HABITS: trying to hide how he’s feeling, avoiding mirrors, biting down on his cheek hard enough that he tastes blood, zoning out when he’s upset, rolling his eyes, daydreaming, punching walls until his knuckles are bloody, screaming into the night, listening to ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ by the Beach Boys when he’s stressed out, protecting his loved ones at the expense of his own safety

BIOGRAPHY:

When Harvey is totally losing it, he likes to think of the last few memories he has with his Mom -- like before she drove off into the night and totally fell off the face of the Earth. He thinks about how they used to dance around the kitchen together, listening to the Beach Boys and singing along to old pop songs from the 60s. He thinks about her auburn hair in the glow of the fireplace’s crackling flame, and how they would sit in the living room together, Harvey’s cheek resting comfortably against her lap.

When he’s angry, and trying not to use his fists - when he’s trying not to be someone she would be disappointed to have brought into the world - he thinks about the way that she told him he was special, and that she would love him forever. He thinks about her hand encompassing his, and it’s the warmest glow in his chest... Until he remembers the day that she left, and, just like that, he’s a goner under the weight of his own emotions.

Harvey Hargrove hadn’t expected such a huge loss of love to define the rest of his life - what kind of 10 year old does? But as the years passed by, and as his mother became nothing more than a speck in the distance of his childhood, he began to realize that more than one of his problems could be rooted back to the Sudden Departure of Dawn Hargrove.

Before she left, for instance, he was a happy little kid. He would spend his days reading sprawling novels that deposited him into new worlds - Lord of the Rings, the Never Ending Story, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and the Princess Bride. He would find himself lost on real-world adventures with a young Casey Russell - his twin terror - and he would waste his time following his favorite blondes around the streets of Cherry. He would ride his bike just about everywhere, and smile a sweet-cheeked, rosy little grin at the Witches who would call him, “Little Prince!” as he rode past. Harvey Hargrove the Third was full of charm, and promise, and excitement for the world.

After Dawn left, some of that still hung behind. He still rode his bike, and though he and Casey seemed to start developing a competitive streak, they were still inseparable. He still followed Lux or Libby, or one of the other Logan sisters around like a lost puppy, and buried his nose in a book on late nights when his nannies were avoiding him, and Harvard was working late.

He wasn’t sure why it felt more like an insult after his Mom left, but looking back on it? Harvey just thinks it felt like a reminder that the life he knew at home was anything but a fantasy. He wasn’t a prince, and Hargrove Mansion wasn’t a kingdom. It was more like a prison.

Harvard Hargrove II had never been anything near what Harvey could describe as warm, but the frost came fluttering through the windows of Hargrove Mansion the day his wife dropped out of their lives. There had always been certain expectations set out for Harvey - he had always been expected to be the next face of Hargrove Inc. - but without his mother there to protect him from the harsh reality of being a Fully Fledged Hargrove, Harvard took the reins on his son’s life.

Throughout middle school, he was expected to sign up for every sport that Cherry possibly had to offer. Football, Basketball, Baseball, Swimming - you name it, and Harvard Hargrove III was sure to be on the roster. There was no time for the kind of hobbies that Harvey longed to cultivate - no time for writing the fantasy worlds that Harvey wished to escape to, and no time to wax poetic on the old records and VHS tapes that his mom left him… There was only time to become the man that his father expected him to be. Strong, Respectable, and the shining example of their Picturesque Nuclear Family. You know. Minus the Mom.

He thought things would change when Jillian and Zev moved in - and he was right, they did - but his father’s control in his life never really seemed to ease up. Harvard II tried for Jillian, at least, and in a way that he never tried for Dawn. It drove Harvey insane sometimes, but in a way he understood: if one wife left you, why wouldn’t you try harder for the next one?

Harvard II was suddenly the type of man who would make it home on time for dinner, and the type of father to actually show up for the games that he forced his son to play. He was the type of man who wanted to see Harvey and Zev’s report cards, and discuss them at the kitchen counter with his New Wife: the type of man to come to Parent-Teacher Conferences, and to get involved with the PTA. If the frost wasn’t still building on the hinges of Harvey’s door - in the hallway leading to his room - he might believe that it all meant things were turning around. But the warmth that Dawn brought never came back into his chest with Jillian, and Zev, and his father filling the house around him.

Nobody really knows what Harvey’s hopes and dreams look like - they’ve never really known. They’d probably assume he had, like, real dreams of becoming an NFL legend, but… If he’d overheard any conversation he had with his High School Sweetheart, Audrina Archer, it might be easy to tell that his goals laid a little closer to home.

Money had never really been an issue for someone like Harvey - he had never really cared about becoming the next President of Hargrove Inc, or finding fame and fortune. Nah, he just wanted someone to stand by his side, that would call him their own: he wanted a few kids that he could treat better than his Dad treated him. He just wanted to feel like he belonged someplace important.

He was a Hargrove, though, so his dreams were kind of dead before he even had the chance to dream them. He was going to keep playing football, and being Cherry’s ‘Golden Boy’ until his Dad told him he could stop; he was going to marry some beautiful girl that Harvard II approved of, and take his rightful spot on the board of Hargrove Inc. He was going to be whatever his Dad wanted him to be, even if it resulted in a tortured, frost-bitten, never-see-the-sun version of his only child.

At least Harvey felt something resembling pride in his chest when his father cheered for him during games; at least he could hold onto the rare sound of, ‘Good Work, Son’ when Harvey fixed up one of the many classic cars that Harvard II was always having dropped off for him. At least, if Harvey was never going to truly be himself - if he was never truly going to be happy - he could be something that the Hargrove’s would approve of.

Nowadays? Harvey is a little quiet.

He’s been back in Cherry for a year - the worst year of his life - and his stint at Georgia State feels more like a fever dream than a distant memory… But sometimes when he closes his eyes at night, he can still see the echo of his mistakes behind his eyelids. He can still feel the cold thrum of being angry enough to put someone in the hospital, and it terrified him; haunted him, just like the memory of the Phantom haunted him.

Harvey doesn’t want to be someone that people fear. He doesn’t want to be left behind by the Gang - the only people who ever seemed to give two fucks about him. So? Harvey has dedicated this year to finding an outlet for his anger… To figuring out how to exist without feeling so fucking frosty.

It’s all spinning wildly out of control, of course! But that doesn’t mean that Harvey isn’t seriously learning some things about himself.

The only, true way to quell the anger in his chest? To fight. He’s figured that helping the Southsiders out a couple times a week with their ‘Collections Department’ will keep that under control. Better than, like, getting back involved in Fight Club, right? ( Bad Dum Tss! )

He definitely likes kissing boys way more than he should - way more than he knows what the fuck to do with. Is Harvard Hargrove II homophobic? The simple answer would be No. But does Hargrove Inc want an openly Bisexual member on the board? Definitely fucking not, so… his sexuality is definitely going to be causing some problems. If his Dad finds out, Harvey knows it’s only a matter of time until the whole ‘What the fuck am I supposed to tell Grandpa?’ or ‘You’re going to have to hide this,’ conversation comes up… and Harvey doesn’t know how he’s going to handle that.

He doesn’t really like himself. He doesn’t really know himself - and that might be his least favorite part about himself.

OTHER THINGS ABOUT HARVEY:

READING NOVELS:

Harvey grew up reading novels like the Neverending Story, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Lord of the Rings, and the Princess Bride, but once his mind started to feel a little darker, he began to branch out into the more melancholy side of the literature world. Harvey’s bookshelf at home is filled, now, with Stephen King Novels, Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, and the list of totally obvious depressed-boy authors goes on… Though, he definitely still keeps well used copies of the Lord of the Rings novels in his night stand. In fact, he’d never tell anyone, but his personal collection of Lord of the Rings memorabilia fills the hidden crevices of his bedroom, and no, he’s not super excited about Peter Jackson’s upcoming adaptation of the beloved novel, because he’s pretty sure a movie can only ruin it. But again? He’d literally never tell anyone.

WRITING:

Harvey has always loved reading, but what he loves more about a good book is the way the author knows their craft. Now, Harvey isn’t like… A practiced writer - it’s not like he’s some prodigy - but ever since he was little, he’s kind of always loved crafting little stories about the people in his life - FOR HIS EYES ONLY. He used to write little Super Hero epics about Lux Lewis, or tales of Twins fighting their way out of the jungle to get back to their beloved sister, starring none other than the Logans. Tales of Bandits, escaping their bleak little lives, with Casey and Harvey as the main characters. When he got older, he began to write more serious character studies - like his brain trying to process his world becoming tragic through stories of dying family members, and abandoned, tragic nobodies.

When Harvey went off to Georgia State, he was finally free to participate in a Creative Writing class without anyone, like, judging him for trying or whatever. It kinda felt like freedom, to tell people about his writing for the first time - to submit one-act plays, and have people tell him they didn’t totally suck; to watch his classmates read his words out loud.

Literally, nobody in Cherry knows that Harvey has ever put pen to paper for anything other than essays - he’s actually pretty sure that half of the town doesn’t think he can actually read, even though he basically graduated with a 3.8 GPA? That’s what happens when everyone is convinced that Daddy bought your spot - but whatever. He doesn’t mind hiding his secret hobby, and he thinks he would be kind of embarrassed if anyone ever found out… He would definitely be embarrassed to admit that he sneaks into the back of the lecture hall of the Creative Writing class at CCU, just to learn more about the process. It fascinates him.

But again. Super embarrassing for him. He would rather die than openly admit any of this to anyone - and he definitely does not journal! Journaling would be, like, way more self reflection than Harvey Hargrove III is comfortable with. Just a symptom of being a Hargrove.

WORKING ON THE FLEET OF CLASSIC CARS IN THE HARGROVE MANSION GARAGE:

So, like, reading and writing - listening to his Mom’s records and dancing around his room? Those were always hobbies that made his Dad sort of cringe, and what is a kid to do that desperately needs approval from his father? Find a “manly” hobby that Harvard II can actually stand… Enter the garage at Hargrove Mansion.

Harvey can be caught driving a different car, like, multiple times a week - it depends on which one he’s working on, on any given day - but he has his favorites.

SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN AT SUNRISE:

Since Harvey was 15 he has been waking up extra early a couple mornings a week to run down to the Orchard Shore Beach and take a swim before the sun rises over the ocean. Nowadays, he doesn’t get much sleep, what with nightmares of the Phantom plaguing his mind, and all - but he still tries to swim when he isn’t totally exhausted. He still likes to surf with Libby when she’s feeling like herself, too… though it’s been a while since then.

RUNNING ERRANDS FOR HIS JILLIAN:

Harvey misses his mom basically, like, every day, even if it doesn’t always manifest itself in the most obvious ways… Jillian fills some part of the void, though.

Zev and Harvey don’t exactly get along, obviously, but in the absence of being a good step-brother, Harvey has always tried to go the extra mile to be a good step-son. He used to stop by Cherie’s Closet to do her lunch run for the staff - it was an easy run when Libby and Rory were part of that stuff, of course, but it was sweet, nonetheless. He would pick up clothing bundles from her supplies, or stay up late organizing inventory… He craved her approval, even if there would always be the wall between them with Zev’s face, and Harvey’s issues with being completely guarded graffitied all over it.

Now that Cherie’s Closet is gone, and Harvey has become even more damaged Post-Phantom, Jillian has tried to get him to take a break from his errands. Harvey knows it’s just concern, but he can’t help but feel a little useless lately.

HARVARD HARGOVE II:

Harvey’s father might be his greatest fear - or maybe it’s the power that his father holds. He’s never seen people lay down for anyone else but Harvard Hargrove II, not even his grandfather. He’s never seen men flinch so hard at just the flicker of a hand than when he was in the presence of his father. He’s just the dean of a college - he’s on the board of Hargrove inc - how could he hold so much power under his thumb? What kind of secrets was he hiding?

It had always plagued Harvey’s mind, but he had always known better than to look too far behind the curtain: he had always known better than to ask too many questions… But that’s all kind of changing, now that Harvey has been broken down by the last year in Cherry. He may publicly support his father’s run for mayor - for now - but it’s only a matter of time before Harvey starts breaking down the persona that his father has put together for so long…

Who knows if that will make Harvey any less scared of being who his father wants him to be, though.

DAWN HARGROVE:

Harvey doesn’t think he’ll ever really know what it’s like to be loved again, especially since it doesn’t seem like his mother is ever going to reappear. He’s tried to find her, sure, but nothing has ever come back. No P.I. has ever seemed to be able to deliver any information on his mother who drove off into the sunset.

She’s left wounds on Harvey’s heart that he doesn’t know what to do with, and it’s made him lonelier than anything. He doesn’t believe that someone can really love him, and deep within his heart, there’s a fear of being abandoned that rages on... but it’s also just kinda made him crave a future with someone. He wants a family of his own - he wants to feel whole enough to be able to spend his life with someone… he’s just scared he’ll never be able to be that person until he can figure out how to fill the hole that his mother left behind.

He doesn’t know why she left, but sometimes when his father is drunk? He blames it on Harvey, and Harvey believes him. What else is he supposed to believe? It’s not like he knows what finally drove her away.

HARVEY’S ANGER ISSUES:

Harvey has always had sort of a wild streak - a part of him that just set off with no regard for control - but it never really became an anger problem until he was, like, 14, and his father told him that he was moving a new wife into the Hargrove Mansion.

Harvey remembers crying. He remembers begging his Dad to give him some time, but instead of any form of sympathy, Harvard II told him to be a man, and go to his room. Fourteen year old Harvey Hargrove put his first through his bedroom wall for the first time that day; it left his knuckles bloodied and bruised, and it terrified him, but… The sadness went away. The anger went away.

He found himself sort of addicted to the rush.

It’s usually, like trees, or walls, or inanimate objects that feel the wrath of Harvey’s outbursts, but during his freshman year at Georgia State, Harvey felt his first rush of anger at another human, and it ended… very badly. He saw the consequences of his actions - he scared the fuck out of himself - and he knows he never wants to be that person, ever again.

He’ll defend himself - he can’t help himself but jump at the chance to defend those closest to him, he really can’t - but if he feels the sting of white, hot rage begin to prickle in his chest, Harvey will find the closest hard surface to let loose on before it becomes an issue. It’s probably the thing he’s most ashamed of - especially because he really just wishes he could be the gentle fucking guy that’s hidden beneath the surface of all of his issues, so. He has to fix it. He’s just a clueless little boy who doesn’t know how.

HARVEY’S BISEXUALITY:

He’s terrified of hearing his father tell him he has to hide - he knows he has to hide - so, he’s intent on burying it and being with a girl that his father will approve of. He has to be. He’s not even going to explore it past totally making out with Walsh in City Hall, AKA, the Great Mistake. Right?

THE PHANTOM:

The Phantom of the CherryPlex - William Harrison Hargrove - is someone that Harvey will never find himself discussing willingly, ever. Those weeks he spent possessed by his relative still haunt him; Harvey still can’t look in the mirror for fear that he might see the Phantom staring back at him, and he barely sleeps for fear that he might find himself right back in the Nightmare version of the CherryPlex that he spent his coma in.

Harvey isn’t sure if it’s an irrational fear, but he’s still kind of scared that the Phantom is going to show back up and drag him down to hell. He doesn’t sleep well at night, and he panics at the little things now - he finds it hard to breathe when it’s a little too dark, or when things go bump in the night.

It would never stop him from running into danger to save someone he loves, of course - he’s not afraid enough of the dark not to lead his friends into their next adventure - but he’d be lying if he said that he doesn’t see the world differently now… If he isn’t afraid of just how fucked up the world around them gets. Possessed today - what comes tomorrow, right?

#about harvey #cusaintro

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luca alessi.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: luca alessi

REASONING: nah

NICKNAME(S): nope.

PREFERRED NAME(S): luca is fine

BIRTH DATE: september 30

CHART: libra sun/rising/venus/capricon moon

AGE: thirty five

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/his

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

NATIONALITY: italian

CURRENT LOCATION: rome, specifically trastevere

LIVING CONDITIONS: comfortable - he and his daughter live in a townhouse in trastevere with a shared patio. he wishes that it was not a shared patio but that's life baby.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: rome

HOMETOWN: yeah, rome. he's going to leave in a coffin, there is no other way.

SOCIAL CLASS: "comfortable" he says, like a dude with family money. the alessis are in banking, he does not know how that shit works, he appreciates the interest on his trust fund, that's about it.

EDUCATION LEVEL: engineering degrees

FATHER: pietro alessi, 67

MOTHER: marcella alessi, 67

SIBLING(S): isabella, 40; caterina, 37; emma, 32; nicola, 30

BIRTH ORDER: middle

CHILDREN: aurelia, 11

PET: not as of right now but every week they draw closer to getting a dog. he will give in, he just knows that he will be the one taking care of the dog and he needs more time to prepare.

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: his sisters are married with kids and nicola's wedding is in august so In Laws.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: olivia belanger, 35. he and olivia started dating in university and when she got pregnant, it seemed like getting married was the next natural step. they had aurelia and their careers and things were fine, if not a daily heart stopping fairytale. they would probably have kept it up if olivia hadn't gotten an opportunity to work in paris (she's a fashion designer) that would have required them to move more or less permanently. luca didn't want to move and they divorced and his mother has only just started to recover. she remarried two years ago and is permanently based in paris. he has primary custody of aurelia but she spends school breaks with her mother and a month every summer there.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: single and ready to mingle (perhaps too much mingling, according to his neighbor)

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: civil engineer, has his own small firm. said firm is him and his future brother in law, garbiele, so they're "boutique" and work from their respective homes.

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: it's good - like it's a job moreso than a passion. he likes order and such and while he wanted to be an architect a bit more when he was young, this is okay.

PAST JOB(S): like some bartending in university

SPENDING HABITS: reasonable to set a good example for aurelia but damnit he's a simple bitch when it comes to apple products.

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: his drafting equipment and whatnot.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: reasonable. he keeps in good shape.

DEFENSE: he hasn't thrown a punch since he was like twenty but he thinks he probably could if he needed to.

SPEED: nimble

INTELLIGENCE: even split between analytical and artistic

ACCURACY: p sharp

STAMINA: boundless

TEAMWORK: he's a strong negotiator and peace maker but really prefers a leadership position.

TALENTS: fair, dedicated, even tempered

SHORTCOMINGS: indecisive, vain

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: italian and english

DRIVE?: yes

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes

SWIM?: yep

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nope

PLAY CHESS?: nope

BRAID HAIR?: yes but very glad aurelia can do it herself now. he is retired.

TIE A TIE?: yes

PICK A LOCK?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: matteo martari

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: short, naturally wavy

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: glasses 75% of the time. he has contacts, he just would prefer that extra one minute of sleep in the mornings.

DOMINANT HAND: left

HEIGHT: 6'1

BUILD: athletic, great ass

EXERCISE HABITS: general cardio and such

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nah

PIERCINGS: nah

USUAL EXPRESSION: naturally it is a magnificent resting bitch face but he tries to remember and keep it in check. he has a lovely smile but just sometimes looks like he can rip a man’s spine out.

CLOTHING STYLE: stylish but not flashy

JEWELRY: nice watch, possibly too nice.

ALLERGIES: nah

DIET: nothing too out of the ordinary and a good cook

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: —

PSYCHOLOGY

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 6 - the loyalist

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful good

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

MBTI: ESFJ

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: nah.

SOCIABILITY: extrovert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: steady but prone to landing hard on major emotions.

PHOBIA(S): man does not like flying. he'll do it but he's white knuckling it the entire time.

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: nah

ALCOHOL USE: socially

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: nah.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: nicely deep, definitely talks too fast

ACCENT: italian

HOBBIES: sketching, ferrying aurelia about because she does five thousand activities.

NERVOUS TICKS: nah.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: general accomplishment and sense of achivement.

FEARS: flying, aurelia deciding she hates his guts

POSITIVE TRAITS: engaging, confident, fair, gracious, focused

NEGATIVE TRAITS: vain, self critical, systematic, stubborn, overly confident in his own taste and sometimes a snob about it.

SENSE OF HUMOR: good!

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: no more or less than anyone else

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: either absolute peace and quiet with a book or out and about with friends. he’s a big ole flirt.

ANIMAL: dogs. this is why he will cave very easily on the dog question when push comes to shove.

BEVERAGE: water

BOOK: murder mysteries

COLOR: blue

DESIGNER: do i look like i know where fancy italian men buy their sweaters

HOLIDAY: christmas

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walking or driving

SONG: he mostly likes piano instrumentals

SCENT: paper and coffee

WEATHER: summer. man is a lizard.

VACATION DESTINATION: his family rents a house in umbria every august and it's p great.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: living it.

GREATEST FEAR: aurelia has survived thus far but he really does fear her deciding that he's the devil the day she turns thirteen.

MOST AT EASE WHEN: he's always at ease and i hate him for it.

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: he really doesn't like being put on the spot.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: he's got his own business and a life he's proud of. could do with someone to share it with but it's good the way it is.

BIGGEST REGRET: eh!!!

TOP PRIORITIES: aurelia, most other things.

#c: luca alessi

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Stucky Fic Recs

So basically I went through all of my ao3 bookmarks and collated a list of some of my favourites (I couldn't fit all of them on this list, so if anyone shows interest there might be a part two).

Please read tags and descriptions of the works before reading, some of them are pretty dark or extremely horny so just make sure you check that the fic is for you!!

Please please please send me your favourite fics in return! I am always happy to hear fic recs, headcanons and any other ideas/comments you all have!

Without any further ado, here are a few of my favourite Stucky fics:

‘Not Easily Conquered’ series by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFear

Rating: M, Words: 117,692

https://archiveofourown.org/series/115516

“I told you, you heard me: I told you never to follow me into Hell. Now I’m not vain enough to think that’s why you’re out here now — if there’s any person in what’s left of this God forsaken planet who’s part of a bigger picture, it’d be you. But I’ll keep saying it until it sticks. You got nothing to prove. I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible. I’ll turn into the nasty creature that’s growing inside me. This war, it’ll swallow me whole”

[To me, this fic is like the classic Stucky 101 fanfic – if you're a Stucky fan and you haven't read this, I highly recommend it. The authors explore the Steve/Bucky relationship in such an interesting, tragic, emotive way and I cry every time I read it. I couldn't praise this work enough.]

‘Ain’t No Grave’ series by spitandvinegar

Rating: M-E, Words: 131,789

https://archiveofourown.org/series/426577

"Yeah, he never calls me by my name," Steve says. "It's always champ, ace, hotshot, that kinda thing."

"Man, that is flirting," Sam says. "That nicknames thing, he is flirting with you. He's just working his way up to calling you baby or something."

Steve goes redder than a damn coke can. Sam pumps his fist. "Yes, I am so right, I am wise as hell. He did, didn't he?"

"He called me sweetheart," Steve says grimly, "because he's a drug addict with brain damage."

"Or because he looooooves you," Sam says. Captain America throws a cookie at his head. Sam eats it, because he deserves a treat for being so damn wise.”

[I'm currently re-reading this fic and absolutely loving it. The way spitandvinegar writes Bucky's road towards recovery and Steve's entire characterisation – it's all just so good. It's another one that covers some pretty dark themes, so make sure you're checkin those tags!]

'Einherjar' by thecommodore_squid

Rating: M, Words: 71297

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7157024/chapters/16249814

But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

AKA In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

[basically the definition of a recovery fic, I absolutely adore it. This is tragic and amazing and makes me cry and smile. It’s got a bunch of fantastic cameos and It really just ticks so many of my boxes.]

‘Like real People do’ by 2bestfriends

Rating: E, Words: 67,775

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19887376/chapters/47103217

“"Ask me what?" demands Bucky. "I didn't hear a question."

Steve licks his lips. "Will you stay with me? Will you come back home, Buck?"

"Home," repeats Bucky in a small voice, and then he's crying for real.”

[Basically soft lumberjack!steve and lonely twink!bucky being horny and in love. This is a comfort fic for that’s really just about my favourite boys falling in love.]

‘This City Bleeds it’s Aching Heart’ by anonymous

Rating: E, Words: 34,537

https://archiveofourown.org/works/835829/chapters/1591736

“The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.”

[The plot in this one is just a good time and i think it’s just a really fun take on the fake relationship trope. Also some really great characterisation.]

‘Home is Wherever I’m With You’ by cydonic

Rating: E, Words: 88,570

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18868081/chapters/44783077

“Bucky kisses Steve and Emma goodbye before they leave for school, which is why – partway down the road – Amelia turns to him and asks, “why are you and Daddy kissing?”

Which is definitely a conversation Bucky’s been expecting since Steve just did it, but it still takes him by surprise. Again, he thinks he should wait for Steve, but Amelia’s not the sort of kid to let anything rest. Plus, Bucky’s taking her to school where she will undoubtedly share the story with anyone who’ll listen.

He also stops to think that Steve’s asked him to stay, which means Bucky must be trusted with their happiness and well-being, at least in some small capacity.

Bucky clears his throat and searches for some explanation that will help Amelia make sense of this sudden turn of events. “Because we love each other,” is all he comes up with.”

[Bear with me, this is a House Flipper!Bucky Au. And dad!Steve. I just love a found family trope I’m not gonna lie to you. Another comfort fic that warms my lil heart.]

‘Lucky Seven’ by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves)

Rating: E, Words: 94,364

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7033105/chapters/16002481

“Back from where--?” James says, the sentence ending in a distinctly undignified squawk as Steve sweeps him up in his arms, bridal-style, and starts carrying him upstairs.

James tenses momentarily then relaxes into Steve's arms and throws back his head and starts laughing. The laughter peals out of him, his body shaking, his amusement occasionally broken by little gasps of pain.

“What's so funny?” Steve frowns.

“You are,” James says, still giggling. “You're ridiculous, Steve Rogers.”

“Behave. Or I will drop you,” Steve growls.

[The shrunkyclunks modern AU of my dreams featuring Mechanic!Bucky and cap!Steve and some really beautiful writing.]

'Dishonor On Your Cow' by mandarou

Rating: E, Words: 111695

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10659162/chapters/23589582

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

[I’m not gonna lie it took me a minute to get into this one but by the end I was crying with them, laughing with them, and just really in my feels. Some very insane things happen so here’s a few of my favourite tags: ‘Seargent Barnes is done with your Shit Steve’, ‘blatant disrespect of a man’s motorcycle’, ‘Steve you ding dong’ and ‘PR nightmares in the form of Supersoldiers’.]

Propietary Information by Notlucy

Rating: E, Words: 85141

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11964402/chapters/27054777

“Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.”

[We were never gonna get through this list without a Sugar Daddy!AU (I have a weakness). This one is… saucy and sexy and sweet and uh pretty kinky so read the tags and all. I’ve read it a few times, and I love the way the author has written Steve in this one, he just makes my heart go '!!!']

‘Roots Have Grown’ by AustinB

Rating: M, Words: 17280

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6912451/chapters/15767941

“Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.

So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.”

[Another weakness of mine is Roommate AUs, and this one is phenomenal. I tend to go for post serum!Steve stories more often, but this is a pre-serum Steve that I just adore.]

‘The Cold Never Bothered me Anyway’ by icoulddothisallday

Rating: E, Words:75562

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11728869/chapters/26425530

“Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).”

[I think this is the only soulmate AU in my bookmarks? I would totally be down to read more though! This one is really fun and really enjoy Bucky’s characterisation here!]

'War, Children' by Nonymos

Rating: E, Words: 106615

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5373050/chapters/12409394

“After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.”

[An interesting exploration of Bucky’s PTSD with a trans!Steve which was a cool take on his character too!]

'The Company You Keep' by orbingarrow

Rating: G, Words: 51191

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3468605/chapters/7613072

“Hurt, hungry, and on the run, the Winter Soldier doesn’t have a lot of safe options to go to for help. Figuring that any friend of Captain Steve Rogers is unlikely to be HYDRA, Bucky takes a chance and reaches out to the first Avenger he can find.

It works out better than anyone could have expected. Eventually.”

[hurt/comfort, recovering Bucky, protective Steve, found family and domestic avengers, need I say more? I absolutely loved this one]

#stucky #stucky fics #stucky fic recs #fic rec

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cocobutnochanel · 3 years

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The Kims | 18+

Genre: smut, angst, romance, au, drama

Main Characters: Kim Minseok, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Jongdae x Reader (oc: female)

Warnings: swearing, sex scenes, slavery(not literally iguess), mentions of death, mentions of abuse, abandonment

Summary: When you thought life wasn't a fairytale and you were no Cinderella, truth slaps you in the face when you become an orphan overnight and your step-family sells you off to the richest family in town.

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

Part 1

(Part 2, Part 3)

‘Live, baby. Live your life to the fullest.’

You can still hear your eomma's last words to you before she passed away. It kept replaying in your head ever since she was announced dead.

She was the only family member left. You were an only child whose father was also dead. Life may have not been in your favor exactly but you came from a rich family. At least, that made up for it.

You feel hot tears run down your face when you see your mother's face inside a coffin. Sadness, anger and longing wash over you. You knew your mother's health was getting bad but you weren't expecting her to leave you just like that.

"Y/N! Get your stuff sorted!" You hear your stepbrother, Oh Sehun, scream from the second floor of your house. You were suspicious as to why he was in your room and touching your things but you shrugged it off. Your stepfather would kill you if you said something bad about his sons.

You ignored the the strangeness of the situation and immediately climbed upstairs. "Coming!" You called, wiping your tears away. You hear Chanyeol, your other stepbrother, chuckle at the sight of you crying. You just sigh and make your way to Sehun who wouldn't stop shouting your name now.

You knew it was strange that he was in your room but what surprised you was him stuffing your things inside a suitcase.

"Oppa! What are you doing?" You exclaimed, running to your room that became a mess after what he did. Your hands were trembling as your eyes scanned your things that were half-ruined now because of your stepbrother. You quickly get on your knees to see your belongings now scattered on the floor.

You look up to him, looking for some sort of explanation but his eyes were dead and he refused to say anything. God, this frustrated you so much.

You feel another presence in the room so you whip your head around and see Chanyeol leaning on the doorframe. "Appa's getting rid of you finally." His icy deep voice was enough to scare you, the idea of moving out made you want to faint.

You tried to control your breathing as you see Chanyeol smiling at your state. "Please don't." You begged shamelessly and that earned another chuckle from Chanyeol. You bit your lip so hard, you tasted blood in your mouth.

Moving out? Getting rid? The hot tears you wiped off your face earlier came back in a split second. The Ohs weren't exactly nice to you but they were all you had after your mother passed away. No relatives, no family friends, no anything. This house was the only roof you could go under. Fuck, the world outside was meaner than the Ohs could ever be. It terrified you beyond belief.

"I'm sorry." An emotionless apology from Sehun didn't make it any better. You spent almost eight years with them ever since your eomma married your stepfather when you were barely eleven. "Appa was struggling with the funds when your mom was sick. He had no choice but to borrow money and now, he couldn't return it. The only way to pay it was to send you there." Your eyes widen at his reason. It was absolute bullshit.

"B-But my trust fund! It could pay the debt, right? Shouldn’t we call the family lawyer first?" You try to find another reason to stay but Chanyeol cut your thoughts off with his voice. "Pack it up, Cinderella, you don't have all day." With that, he walked out of the room.

With slumped shoulders, you fall to the floor. You were defeated in all aspects. You lost your mother and now, you had to lose your home and only family too.

"I don't understand it at all. I had a trust fund. That would be enough to pay off eomma's hospital bills." You whispered as your heart ached. You tried to look at Sehun again but his eyes were emotionless. You knew he was the kinder brother to you despite being whiney but what you couldn't believe was him lying to you right now. Your trust fund was more than enough. Also, your mother’s company wasn’t going bankrupt for your family to reach this measure.

"You really need to pack up, Y/N. Appa would be fuming if he went home and you're still here.." Sehun said, pushing your suitcase nearer to you. It might hurt that these people you consider family are sending you to some stranger they borrowed money from but Sehun made a point. "You know it'd be bad to anger Appa." He retaliated.

That woke you up. Your stepfather may have not laid a finger on you before but he spat so many hurtful words. He had the shortest temper and you weren't sure that he wouldn't hurt you physically now that your mother was dead.

With his anger management issues and hugeass body, he could kill you with his bare hands. That urged you to stand and start stuffing your suitcase with as much clothes as you could.

Your tears eventually dried and Sehun left your room. Your knees and hands were trembling like they were earlier but that didn't stop you from packing your things. The imagery of your angry stepfather's huge figure made you go on. It was fear that made you want to live even if your whole life was as trashy as it was already. After all, this was all your mother wanted before she died. For you to live.

After putting all the stuff you needed inside your bags, you quickly scurry off to the entrance of your house. You had no idea where you would be going but staying in this house also meant you'd die. You had to try your chances that the people your stepfather is indebted to is somehow less cruel and would not kill me. Wherever it was, you tried to assure yourself it'd be better than staying here.

"Hey, Cindy! A carriage is waiting outside for you." You hated the new nickname Chanyeol gave you but you knew you'd never see him again in your life. You guessed. These people would never let you go without paying the debt and you know your stepfather would never do that. That thought dismissed all the anger in your head for him.

You drag your luggage outside and see a black car. This must be the carriage Chanyeol was referring to. It looked very expensive and it was also heavily tinted. Whoever your stepfather was indebted to, they were filthy rich.

You hesitated as it approached you. Was this right? Your mother's dead body was lying in your living room right now. You should be weeping instead of running away. You haven't even had the chance to grieve yet here you are, being kicked out of the house you grew up in. The house you made memories with. The only home that you ever knew.

The hesitations quickly evaporated as you heard your stepfather's Range Rover approaching. You knew that engine sound all too well. You have hurried off to your room a lot when you were younger whenever you got in trouble with your stepdad. So instinctively, you ran to the black car's door, never looking back at the home you once had.

Your hands stopped shaking and you finally started to breathe properly as the black car pulled out of your home's driveway. Your stepfather’s Range Rover was already out of earshot and you knew you were safe. For now.

Doubts and overthinking clouded your mind. You wanted to be afraid and scared at what might await me. But also, you couldn’t go back home. Your head hurt after so much thinking, you dozed off inside the car as the worries now left your troubled mind.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder, pulling you to consciousness. Your eyes slowly flutter open as you try to sit up properly. "We're here.." You heard the driver say. He was a white-haired guy my age. He also gave me a smile and tried to help me up.

"Where are we, sir?" Your voice was hoarse and the car door flew open beside you. It revealed a grand mansion in front of you and it earned a gasp from you.

You see a man walking by the entrance of the huge manor. His tall stature demanded attention and you automatically assumed he was the owner. With that classy tuxedo and refined posture, you knew nothing about him was cheap.

He suddenly turned around and your eyes widened at that. As if his money wasn't enough to make him intimidating, he had a perfect face. It may have a permanent scowl but you couldn't deny his face was truly perfect. Tanned complexion, defined jaw, plump lips and thick eyebrows. He was definitely handsome.

"Who are you to look at me straight in the eye?" His voice was deep and authoritative and loud enough to snap you out of your thoughts, it surprised you. His scowl even grew which made you bow your head and quickly apologize. "I'm sorry." You mumbled, the fear of death immediately taking over your senses.

"Be nicer." Another voice interrupted that made you look up. A man with a child on his arm went out of the house, standing by the door. He wore a similar suit to the man who was scowling. Another handsome man, you thought. He looked older but no less handsome. He also looked friendlier as a little girl bounced in his arms.

This man was definitely kinder, you could safely assume. His eyes were soft despite his features being sharp and his thin lips had a pressed smile.

The scowling man passed by him and went inside the huge house. You could only look at his leaving back, hoping you didn't piss him enough to get yourself killed. You couldn't possibly die the first day you're here.

"Hey, get inside. I'm sorry for that. My brother's just wired that way." He offered a smile as the little girl in his arms looked at him adoringly. You nodded at what he said, trying to take in the information. His kind smile was nothing compared to the previous man’s scowl. Their air was too different. "Let her inside, Baek. We’ll be at the study." He nodded at the driver before going back inside his room.

The driver who was named Baek started carrying my bags. "No, it's okay." You try to take it away from him but he insists. He carried your luggage inside the house to the large living room.

The house was so large, it was nothing compared to your home before. Marble walls made everything stand out in elegance as the paintings that graced it made it warmer to the eyes. The furniture was obviously expensive despite its basic structures. The grand staircase that led to another floor also made it seem like it’s a palace.

Baek snapped you out of your awe by entering with your bags. He set it down by a sofa. "I'm Baekhyun and I'm the errand boy here." He gave you a toothy grin which made you smile back at him. "It's hard to find a friend here but I assure you, I can be your friend." You nodded like a seal at what he said. You knew you needed help and an offer like this isn't something you can pass up.

"I'll find time to talk to you and all but the bosses need you at the study right now. They'll decide whether what to use you for." You look at him in confusion. He immediately gets the message and tries to clear up the confusion. "Your family is in a debt and now, this family owns you. The Kims. You have to be of use to them. We’re considered as slaves here but it doesn’t really sound that bad. It’s just working without pay but with absolute loyalty." You were surprised at what he said. How could he know? You didn't tell him anything. Also, the fact that you were called slaves sounded wrong to you. It seemed inhumane despite what Baek tried to explain.

He looked at me as if he was sorry. “It’s okay. I know cause it happened to me and all the others too. I will explain soon since I’m always the one hanging around here but right now, you have to go to the study. They will decide how to use you before they let you settle in. Now, go, okay? You don’t want to anger the youngest Kim.” He was talking while he dragged you at the end of the first floor’s hall. The information was too much to take in and before you knew it, you had to face your new bosses now. Or owners. You have no idea how to refer to them.

Baek turns the doorknob swiftly as he stands straighter than he did when you two were alone. He looks back at you once last time and assures you with a look as he entered the quiet room. "Young masters, the new girl is about to get in." You hear someone say to bring you in and Baek immediately ushers you inside.

The room they called study was large and carpeted. It was filled with books and tables. The air inside was also warmer than it was in the hallways.

Baekhyun pointed to the center and I immediately got the signal. Baek left as you finally got to where he wanted you to stand. You stood there, in front of four men in suits. Their eyes were examining every inch of you and it made your skin crawl. The black dress you were still wearing for your mother's funeral wasn't exactly pretty. The thought of showing your makeup-less and swollen face to four dashing men who were supposed to be your new bosses didn't make it any better.

"Jun-hyung, what do you think?" The guy with a baby girl earlier spoke up first and asked a man in an all-black suit. You wanted to keep your eyes on the floor but they were too handsome to peel your sight off them.

This man called Jun looked angelic yet his face was stoic. He had a gentle aura but something about him warned your gut that you should be extra careful around this man. Nonetheless, it amazed you how four extremely good-looking men could be in one room. You suddenly recall Baekhyun’s words and they were the Kims. Must be a family. Amazing genes, you couldn’t help but think

"She has no special talents mentioned in her file." You wince at that Jun guy's comment, quickly waking you up from the daydream you just had about these gorgous men. You realize you were just an average human which is basically why your stepfamily didn't want to keep you. You weren't talented, intelligent or creative.

You were also surprised that you had a file already with them. But then, it was your stepfather we were talking about. He would go to hell and back just to get rid of you

"She's pretty. I want her. Can I keep her, Jun?" You looked up at the person who spoke. It was a man who gave a different vibe. He looked very playful with his exotic face features but something told you he was just as dangerous as the other two. The man with a baby in his arms didn’t really scare you as much as the scowling man did. The other similarity he had with the rest was the expensive suit he was wearing.

He takes a good look at you before speaking. "Jun, I want her. You know we need a new plaything." He spoke with finality, smiling at you. You didn't know what he meant and your puzzled face gave off what you were thinking. "He wants to fuck you, dummy." The scowling man glared at you with so much intensity as he solved the confusion in your head.

Fuck me? Plaything? These words resonated in your head. You didn't know how to react. How was somebody supposed to react to someone wanting to fuck them?

"We don't do that anymore, Minseok-hyung." The Jun guy sighed, his eyes filled with pity as he stared at you. He really does look angelic, you thought. You snapped out of it again and bit your lip as you put your head down, not knowing what to say.

"We can if we get her consent." The guy with exotic features who seems to be named Minseok shrugged. He looks at you with so much determination once again. "Hey, what's your name, again?" He speaks again and you widen your eyes at his question.

"U-Um.. Y/N." You stuttered with so much fear. You really didn't want to die at all. You know you had to do whatever they wanted just to stay alive. Living was so meaningless like this but you didn't want your mother to be disappointed in you for just giving up. If these men returned you home, your stepfather would kill you.

"So, Y/N, is it okay if we have sex with you from time to time? We really need the stress reliever." This Minseok guy smirked again. His directness shocked you to the core. You had to say yes, right? If you didn't, they'd kill you? Or torture you? Or return you home? None sounds appealing to you.

You really have no choice...

"I-I'd like t-to be of help to you with a-anything." You fiddled with your fingers as you said this. You were nervous as hell and hearing the scowling man's chuckle made it worse.

"See, she's okay with this, Jun!" Minseok exclaimed with a huge grin on his face, eyeing you up and down. He patted Jun’s back and smirked at the scowling man. You weren't really opposed to what they wanted. They were handsome and you wanted to be alive, nothing more or less. You weren’t usually this shallow and easy but your eomma’s words keep ringing in your ears. You had to be alive.

"I guess it's settled then." The man with a baby girl earlier gave you an apologetic smile and stood up. You were about to walk out but the Jun guy spoke once again. "Tell Baekhyun to show you the available room on the fifth floor." He nodded at you. You were about to walk again but then something interrupted.

You heard the scowling man beside him laugh, stopping your tracks again. "Jun, you're really treating your whores right." He smirked and looked at you as if he was belittling you. You shuddered under his sight. He was truly intimidating, he had a different air to the other men. He was blunt and he never hesitated.

"You should leave now. Never mind his foul mouth." The guy with a baby waved off to you. Once again, this man has made your arrival here warmer. You nodded at them with finality and got out of the room as you heard Jun scold the other guys. “Jongdae, thank you for being nice today but treat slaves as they should be treated. Jongin, stop being mean. You’re being irrational.” He authoritatively announced to the two boys, making you assume he was the leader or something.

You close the door behind you with a final thud. You see Baekhyun leaning at the wall beside the study. He immediately went up to you.

"So, how did it go?" You didn't really know how to answer this question. How would you explain to someone that you agreed to fucking people?

"U-Uh.. That guy named Jun told me to tell you to show me the room on the fifth floor?" You said with so much uncertainty, chewing on your bottom lip. His eyes were as large as saucers and his jaw dropped the moment you say this aloud. He couldn’t believe himself either.

Baekhyun shook his head in disbelief and tried to be as calm as he could. "What the hell did you agree to?! They never let slaves like us in the fifth floor! What more live there?" He asked in a hushed yet raised tone. He briskly dragged me to an elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"Well, the Minseok guy asked me if I could help them sexually? I guess?" What you just said earned a loud gasp from Baekhyun. Your cheeks heated at the mention of this. "Holy shit..." You heard him mutter a curse and honestly, you couldn't help but agree. Non-survival you would never agree to anything like this but this is the new you. You had to survive. For your mother’s wishes and for your own good too. This time, Baekhyun looks at you with so much amusement.

"You're in for a fucking ride."

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svnarintaro · 4 years

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it’s too late to say sorry

update: part two is up and you can read it here

authors note: IM IN A IMAGINE WRITING SPREE SOMEONE STOP ME PLEASE also i like using different names for the same characters im sorry :/

synopsis: hitoshi shinsou is known to be a top tier player, you only saw his as a jerk that toyed with other people's feelings, he was on his way for changing for the better; but he blew it.

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: !quirkless au! angst!!

!f*ckboy! hitoshi shinsou x reader

him and his entire demeanour pissed you off, you were not someone that was hateful but man did this man get on your nerves. girls and guys were falling like flies case of his 'irresistible' aura, the thought made you scoff. he was just another one of those players that care for thing other than themselves and you were sick of this whole pedestal that people put them on, and him oh how you wanted to knock them down and make them taste the reality of their destruction.

you and your best friends kendo and monoma were discussing what material you missed when you were sick on the way to the cafeteria, kendo perked up as if she remembered important information "oh also about the seating plan in chem.." you groaned and tilted your head back in annoyance, "don't tell me i'm sitting to this trust fund kid," you sarcastically pointed your thumb at the boy to your right, "shut it my dear peasant, you are a charity case to me so be grateful-" and as he was finishing up his sentence he got smack to the back of his head. "kendo that hur-" "be grateful that we haven't left you sorry butt yet." she let out a huff and continued what she was about to say as the three of you got to the cafeteria she took a shaky breath, "you kinda next to shinsou.."

you choked on air, "no no no no, i don't want o be next to a barney headed jerk-" before your rant even started you were cut off by the person behind you. "so you wanna continue talking about me behind my back or do you wanna say it to my face sweetheart, take your pick," you knew that voice, all too well. "first of all save your disgusting nicknames for a person that actually likes you." you turned your heel to give him the dirtiest glare you could fathom to show hitoshi shinsou.

"aww don't be like that baby.. i already know you'll turn around~" his smirk did not fall for a second, it only grew by the minute. "look i'm not looking to have anything on my criminal record, so if you want to keep your limbs in one piece i suggest you take my advice and piss off with my parting gift." you brought your fist to your mouth and shoved your middle finger in our mouth, and you proceeded to pull it out and flip him off and caught up with kendo and monoma who were laughing. 'they really are something else hm?' shinsou thought.

"man does he really put you in a bad mood hm?" neito teased and handed you the sandwich you wanted, "yeah she really did flip him off this time and threaten him?! i think that is the nicest exchange they've had all year!" kendo wheezed out, as you payed for your food you looked back to see shinsou sitting with his friends.

"so let's get this straight, you single handed moly pissed someone off so often they called you barney head, say they might break your limbs AND flip you off?!" kaminari screeched, while todoroki was purely confused, "did shinsou lose his ability to flirt his way out of this situation or something? cause honestly i feel like you lost you mojo a little bit." sero snorted at todoroki, "did you really have to say 'mojo'?" shinsou was just trying to figure out how to woo you now, his ultimate revenge as to get you to like him and break your heart and pummel it to smithereens.

now you had your chemistry class, and you were lab partners with shinsou, the given thought of being within a 2 metre radius of him mad you dread the class. the moment you walked in the class you saw a girl on his lap, her uniform was two sizes too tight, playing with his hair and her skirt rode up to show her red undergarments. "daddy~ can't we just skip?" you gagged at that nickname, the two of them stopped what they were doing and looked at you. the girl looked you up and down and she was obviously annoyed at your presence. "oh don't mind me i'm just a poor witness to see your panties on full display," you shrugged and made your way to your seat, "at least i have someone interested me," the girl smugly said, you rolled your eyes, "at least my coochie isn't free real estate."

the girl let out a 'hmph' and stormed out out the class, "free real estate? that's a new one." you didn't bother looking at him, and you opened your notebook and brought your data booklet out not even sparing him a glance. meanwhile the guy in front of you asked for a pen and you immediately complied and gave him one. hitoshi has never felt more offended from getting ignored and blown off again.

later in the class the teacher gave a worksheet to work on and you got stuck on a certain question and you didn't know what to do, "you forgot to balance the reaction so that's why you got the wrong answer." you looked to see shinsou looking at you, elbow on his table, "for someone who doesn't bother with class you remember a few things." you proceeded to add numbers to the elements that were written. for the rest of the class he continued to help you with your worksheet and the two of you got along for once. 'huh he may not be as bad as i thought he was.'

for the rest of the month he acted like this and it showed you that he wasn't the monster you thought he was, he was kind, considerate, funny and sweet. he avoided other girls too, "to think that you changed shinsou is actually kind of crazy, you're way more tolerable this way," you whispered as the two of you sat together and worked on some chemistry notes together, on his end of the story he was freaking out, he never felt this way, h heart was pounding out of his chest. he wanted it to stop, he was afraid. afraid of you not liking him back, he was afraid of commitment, he was afraid that he wasn't good enough for you.

"listen kaminari it is a reasonable plan, get them to like me, have them fall in love with me and boom i break up with her." for the past hour kaminari has been listening to shinsou on the phone go on and on about how he wanted to mess around with you, "they're an interesting person, they've got guts." the blond giggled, "i mean if you wanna quit the plan and hand them over to me-" "don't think about it rat."

meanwhile he was thinking about how he was so calm around you, he felt the need to drop his act and be himself around you. "looks like someone is getting attached~"

really? did he get attached? no what would be too cliché for his own good. so he sought his time to be taken by girls, other girls where were desperate to be in his attention span, "hey kaminari give me the number of every one of your flings i need to let off some steam.." shinsou needed to get you off his mind.

on the other hand you were talking to kendo, "okay look i know that i said he was trash and whatever but he changed and.. i think i might like him." you were gushing over all the sweet things he did, all the sweet things he said, you saw all the signs that he returned your feelings. "i say go for it! shoot your shot when you can, just be careful and know that me and neito are here for you and will beat him up if he dares hurt you." kendo was really on edge with him, it was as if shinsou got possessed and she knew something wasn't right, but if he made you happy she couldn't stop you. "thank you kendo~"

it was as if a switch was flipped, the Hitoshi shinsou that you hated was back and had more playthings than ever, make out sessions in the halls, skipping classes to fool around with anyone and what hurt the most was that he was avoiding you like the plague. “he is going through a phase right now, i promise he is better than this you saw how he was weeks ago please guys you have to believe me.” you were crying in monomas room about your ruined week. you knew what was the truth and that was that you were played, you were a fool to think that he was changing for the better. “i knew he was a jerk, y/n you deserve better than this, you deserve someone that will really appreciate you, someone that won’t have to change and will be who they really are in front of you..” you looked up from lap and stared at monoma and kendo. ‘these are my people, they will never betray me.’ “i love you guys,” you declared as you threw your arms around their necks and cried your heart out. ‘hitoshi shinsou you will pay for doing me dirty like this.’

kendo forced you to stay home and rest, you were stressed and not in the head space to be at school right now. it was now lunch and kendo was livid, and was stomping down the corridor to give a piece of your mind to the jerk that broke your heart. “shinsou, i got a bone to pick with you.” she yelled at the purple haired boy, ‘finally i can see how y/n is doing’ he completely misread her words and saw them as an invitation to act buddy buddy with her so he jogged over. however he was not expecting a fist to the face, “you undeniable monster! do you know what you did to her?! you gave her false hope and you have the audacity to think that you can get anything about how she is right now?” her words truly leaked poison and showed she was not playing around, he had hurt you, and he needed to repent. “you think your pathetic superiority complex is something to sneeze at and turn a blind eye to? you think that just because you can play with peoples emotions you’re better than everyone else? well here’s what i think.” groups of people were surrounding everyone and were listening to kendo’s rant, shinsou’s heart dropped, he knew what this meant, he had hurt you. with each sentence the gap between the two got smaller until she got into his face and continued.

“it is disgusting how you can switch your act to lower other people’s guard and once they do so they are underneath your discrepancy and you crush them with no mercy,” flashes of you trying to talk to the guy you liked were flashing into keno’s head, she watched as he broke you down until you were pieces and now she was there for you as you were hopelessly trying to pick them up. a breath broke her flow of thoughts and brought her a second of peace. “stay away from my best friend.” and thats when the world stopped for shinsou, he did all of this to protect himself, he was scared cause there was a chance you could’ve liked him back but he ignored that and hurt you instead. “i’m sorry..” was all that he could say at this point. he couldn’t express anything right now, he was malfunctioning. “it’s too late to say sorry.”

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lyricalimerence · 4 years

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Unexpected - JJ Maybank

word count: 1378

summary: basically reader's heart has been stomped on and jj makes her laugh. a good ole kook-pogue friendship blossoming.

warnings: drinking, swearing, sadness, and friendship fluff

a/n: this was the first little imagine thing-a-ma-bob i ever wrote and i loved the idea but hated the way i wrote it so i rewrote it and i kinda think it's not too bad rn? but it's also like eleven pm and i've been listening to sad music so i'm not trustworthy. ly all! mwah.

JJ Maybank took a late night boat ride on the HMS Pogue, subconsciously taking a slow drift as he passed the bank a few yards away from the country club where the annual Midsummers party was being held for the Island Club. He was all alone and couldn't stand to go back to his father, so he thought that maybe he could pick up the Pogues afterwards. Pope had to help his father with the oysters, Kiara was being forced to go again, and John B was invited by Sarah because Ward Cameron was being crowned Guardian of the Knights of the Rhododendron for the second year in a row.

What he hadn't expected was the fairy lights illuminating the patio of the country club and the moonlight to work together, making a disco out of a girl's sequined dress. She slouched on a picnic bench by the bank, facing the party with an unreadable emotion. Maybe it was just unreadable because JJ could only see her back.

A small rectangular light came from directly in front of the girl—she just turned her smartphone on. The reflecting light shone on a water bottle that was placed on the wooden table that was probably pushing small splinters into the girl's elbows, forearms, calves. He smiled at the stickers adorning the tall water bottle as the girl fiddled with the carrying strap. It reminded him of Kiara, his friend that was so vocal of her opinions that she placed stickers, pins, and patches all over her belongings.

Another gleam from the table caught his eye, shining off the second thing he hadn't expected: the unmistakable china plate of the Island Club, swirls of gold foil and painted flowers embellishing the edges. What was a girl in a fancy dress doing eating off of island club plates a quarter mile away from the party?

JJ took a leap of faith, deciding he didn't want to be alone and neither did she—even if she didn't know she wanted company yet. He was soon introduced to the third thing he hadn't expected. The girl sitting there, by herself, fidgeting with her water bottle and eating peas, pea by pea, skewering each one on a prong of her fork individually, was the grandest Kook Princess of them all.

Y/N Y/L/N was sitting in front of him, anxiously squirming as she ragefully ate her peas, a fire in her averted eyes that he'd never seen before. He assumed she hated him, just by nature, but she never acted on that hate if it was even there. She peeked back up, expecting to feast her eyes on the county club once more, but got a face full of JJ Maybank instead. It wasn't a particularly bad view.

"Am I disrupting your view, Princess?" JJ asked, picking up a pea from her plate and popping it in his mouth. He had no idea why he didn't just slide himself off the bench before she noticed him, but he didn't.

She shrugged her shoulders, the fury captured in her irises melting to sadness at the nickname. JJ quickly looked over his shoulder at the Kooks dancing and laughing under the lights. He whispered, "What are we looking at?"

Y/N jutted put her chin slightly, "Bag check." Her voice cracked lightly on the stressed vowels.

"Waiting for Mommy and Daddy to come take you home in their Mercedes-Benz?" JJ asked teasingly. He watched the sadness in her eyes change to exhaustion. Exhaustion that everyone thought she was a stick-up-the-ass trust fund baby that had no emotional range.

JJ saw it, bowing his head slightly in an unspoken apology. He glanced over his shoulder to see a couple macking in the separate outside area for bag check. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see what had gotten Y/N so emotional. He realized that the couple was some girl and Rafe Cameron, Y/N's boyfriend. "Is that—"

"Yep." Y/N said, her ribcage shaking as she took a sharp breath, rapping her knuckles against the splintering picnic table.

"I'm sorry," JJ said, starting to grow into the rage that Y/N had been feeling before he slid onto the bench in front of her.

"You don't have to be sorry. You didn't cheat on me." She said, handing an extra fork that was on the table to JJ, who had continuously been eating peas with his hands.

"I know I just—are you okay?" JJ asked through a mouthful of green veg now that he was given an eating utensil.

"Uh, I don't know. I told him I loved him and he said it back. An hour and a half ago." Y/N said blankly, pushing the food on plate closer to where JJ was, farther away from her.

"I don't understand." said JJ, his eyebrows stitching together in contemplation. If Rafe told Y/N he loved her, why was he now macking on another girl?

"Yeah, well, I'm currently president of that company so get in line, Bub." She replied, taking a swig from her water bottle. By the cough she elicited, JJ assumed that whatever was on the bottle was not water, and Y/N actually handled her alcohol rather well.

"What happened?" He asked, pulling her attention away from bag check and back to him. She looked at him and chuckled wryly, shaking her head slightly. "I'm serious! You'll feel better."

"It's a doozy." Y/N rubbed her arms from the breeze blowing by them off the water.

JJ motioned with his hand for her to proceed and she launched into the story, barely taking a breath as she simply rambled about the encounter.

"We were kissing and I just said it. I was nervous because I had never said it before, but I was certain about it. He kinda blinked at me, and I told him that he didn't have to say it back, but he just grinned and said it. No second thoughts, no hesitations. I believed him because I meant it.

"I said I was gonna get drinks and we could watch the sunset because it looked like it would be a really beautiful one, so I grabbed them quickly. He wasn't there when I got back so I kind of ran through the country club. I definitely looked like an alcoholic, nervous, jumpy, totally bug-eyed," she paused to pull her eyelids open, making her eyes pop out, causing JJ laugh.

"And I was double fisting. I rounded the corner to bag check and there they were, just swallowing each other's tongues. I kinda stood there for a moment, soaking it in. I was frozen. But then the girl, this complete and utter bitc—actually she's quite lovely, her name's Veronica—giggled and told him she loved him. And that son of a fucking bitch said it back."

"That's—yeah. That's rough."

"Yeah. So now i'm here, vomiting my feelings out to the one and only JJ Maybank."

"What's weirder, the emotion vomiting or me?"

"100% you, have you seen that face?"

"What's wrong with my face?"

"Nothing per se—" Y/N suddenly stopped and belched, taking JJ completely aback, but he thought it was absolutely hilarious that the Kook Princess could belch to his level. She looked up sheepishly as JJ cackled into the night sky, "So maybe I did down both of those drinks."

JJ couldn't stop laughing at her, such a pristine person who he'd never thought would willing talk to him is now camping outside of a party with him. Watching JJ double over with laughter, banging on the picnic table as hiccups started busting through his laughing fit, Y/N giggled at first. Then she fell into a complete fit of mirth with JJ, her melodious laugh traveling up towards the club, up towards Rafe.

Rafe turned towards the sound, the sound he grew to love over the eighteen years of being Y/N's best friend and eventual boyfriend. His heart tightened when he saw her almost rolling off the picnic bench as tears of happiness fell from her cheeks, JJ matching her degree of laughter exactly on the other side of the table. He couldn't do anything about it now. He had made his choice, forcing Y/N into hers.

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nonstoplover · 4 years

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trust fund baby ~ Timothée Chalamet (song drabble) - version 2.0

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song i used as inspiration: why don't we ~ trust fund baby

words: 1.7K

approximate reading time: about 10 mins

a/n: okay so when brainstorming about this song's lyrics i came up with an idea (a different one than this written below) but as i started writing it, another possible, quite similar situation came to my head and since i couldn't decide which one i liked better, i figured i let you guys decide and wrote both. anyway i'm not an expert in cars and repairing them, so excuse my lack of knowledge please. i hope you still like it though! please leave feedback, it means the absolute world to me. love youu

here's version 1.0, the original idea

"Damn it." Timothée cursed out loud, slamming his palms against the steering wheel.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong or if accidentally he did something that caused the problem, but here he was in the absolute middle of nowhere, all alone with a slightly smoking engine hood.

He had no clue only that something really bad was going on. He grabbed his phone and opened the browser to search for the closest garage.

"Really?" He muttered to the device in his hand in disbelief. The closest one was about an hour away. It would take forever for a breakdown truck to come here for him.

He contemplated waiting for a little while, see if it went back to normal, maybe he could drive to the garage himself if the situation got better. The two sides in his mind reasoned against each other non-stop as he tried to figure out what was the best solution.

In the deep thinking he was doing he didn't hear the sound of an approaching vehicle from behind him until the image of it in the rearview mirror caught his eyes and the engine's roar entering his ears couldn't be mistaken.

He watched the slightly worn-out jeep get to him frozen in his seat, the idea to somehow stop it and ask the driver to tow him to the garage forming in his head but he did nothing to carry it out, still surprised by the sudden appearance of another car on the road.

The jeep passed him with reduced speed before eventually pulling up short in front of his car. Timothée's eyes widened as the car door opened and someone jumped out of the vehicle. His fingers shakily searched for the handle so he could get out on the road as well.

When he straightened his back and his eyes fell back on the approaching person he was taken aback by the sight. A beautiful girl around his age wearing a well-worn pair of jean shorts and a baggy, retro t-shirt, a worried expression on her face.

"Is everything alright?" She spoke up, rambling on without a pause, not even waiting for a reply from the boy. "I saw you parking here and I was thinking maybe you're just taking a break from driving but I was like, it's better to check if something's wrong."

Gosh, stop rattling, (y/n) thought to herself. You're not making a very nice first impression right now.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Timothée answered subvonsciously, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly before realising what he had just said, then swiftly shook his head and corrected himself. "I mean, no, not everything's fine. There's a little smoke coming out of my engine hood and the closest service station is quite far and I don't really know what to do."

Hearing the boy answer with a similar amount of gabbling slightly calmed the girl down, he probably found the situation quite odd likewise.

"Can I look at it?" She pointed at the car.

"Look at...?" He frowned in confusion. Why would she want to look at it? "I mean, sure, if you wanna."

"Great!" She half-exclaimed, already making her way towards the car, opening the car hood, her torso disappearing in it fully in no time.

Timothée watched her shocked, he was sure that the process would've taken a minute or even more for him, still the girl did it like it was nothing extraordinary.

"Okay, I think I know what's the problem, and lucky for you I happen to have the needed equipment with me," she straightened back up, turning back towards the boy.

He watched her pass him on her way back to her car and after a little packing around she got out a toolbox from the trunk and made her way to the other car again, swinging the tools in her hand like it's no big deal that she kept such things in her car.

She casted a glance at the brown haired boy, a chuckle erupting from her throat when she saw the expression on his face.

"My dad owns a service in my hometown and he taught me how to repair the most common problems," she explained, placing the box down on the ground as she reached the car. "And he has always insisted on me carrying around a toolbox in my own car in case anything happens."

Timothée felt his jaw drop to the ground in surprise and was quite thankful that the girl had already turned back towards the engine with a tool he could have sworn he had never seen in her hand, this way not seeing his reaction.

In his mind flashbacks of high school and even college parties and talks played non-stop as he watched her work. All his life, at least the part where dating was already a subject, he always told everyone that if he had ever dated a girl, it'd be an independent, smart and skilled woman. Someone who could fix anything whether it was changing a lightbulb or repairing a car.

And as it seemed in that moment, the girl he had always been describing was standing right in front of him. All he knew was that he couldn't let her slip away now that he found her.

"Okay, I think it's done. Can I sit in and start it to see how it is?" Her voice awoke him from his thinking.

"Yeah, sure."

On the way to the car door (y/n) tried to clean her oil-stained hands as good as she could with more or less success, pressing her skin in the worn jean material on the front of her thighs before climbing in the car. The engine growled loudly a moment later, and they both waited curiously if smoke's going to appear again.

When nothing happened, the young girl swiftly got out of the car, leaving the engine going as she approached the boy again.

"Would it be alright if I took it for a tiny ride? I wanna see if the smoke comes back after using it again," she explained. "I'll leave my car key and wallet and all my stuff with you as warrant."

Pulling the mentioned things out of her jean pockets, (y/n) held it out towards him, waiting for a response. He silently nodded, a bit taken aback by the sudden suggestion but eventually taking the stuff from her, watching as she got in his car again, passing him and speeding off into the distance.

Maybe he was foolish to trust someone this easily, but she left all her belonging with him, why would she run away, stealing his car? Otherwise, she had a pretty nice car herself, compared to his older, simple car even the (already dried) mud-stained jeep seemed fancy.

It took all self-control he had in himself not to open her wallet and search for her ID so he could learn her name, but it felt wrong, finding it out without her knowledge. He could just ask her when she got back.

The figure of his car started growing again, signaling that she had turned around and started driving back, and indeed his car arrived back to the starting point a few minutes later. The girl carefully wheeled the car around so it faced its original direction again before stopping the engine and getting out.

"It's working absolutely alright by far. And even if it somehow starts doing it again, you'll get close to the garage by then."

"Wow," he muttered, feeling speechless. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm glad I could help," the girl leant down to pack her equipment laying on the ground.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, no, nothing. You don't have to pay me for this. I'm not even a professional," she quickly straightened her back, laughing at his suggestion as her hands waved it away.

"But I feel like I should pay you, you deserve something in exchange for stopping even though you didn't have to and offering to repair my car. And actually repairing it."

"No, really, please. I'm doing this because I like helping people, what is more people who happen to need my special knowledge about fixing car problems."

"Then at least let me buy you dinner or something in the nearest diner. If you have the time and would like to do so, of course."

Smooth, she thought giddily, watching him nervously creasing the hem of his shirt. The thought that such an attractive young man would be interested in a girl like her felt extra heartwarming.

"Okay, I can accept that," she giggled in the end.

"Amazing!" Timothée exclaimed, heart bursting with happiness that his sudden and absolutely not thought over plan worked out well.

"Then, are we gonna drive separately and stop at the first diner that comes in sight?" (y/n) visualised the scene appearing in her head.

"Yeah, probably," he chuckled. "Though what do you think about exchanging phone numbers and staying in a call while we drive there?"

"Great idea!" (y/n) grinned at him, amusement in her eyes. The boy truly had some pretty good thoughts in his head.

They both pulled out their mentioned smart devices from their pockets and switched them, typing in their respective numbers before saying temporary goodbyes and climbing inside their own cars. Just in time with (y/n)'s engine starting roaring, her phone in her hand started ringing.

She glanced at the screen for a short moment before erupting in loud laughter as her eyes took in the nickname he set for himself.

"Heya, Timmy T," she answered suggestively, still giggling, making the boy let out a chuckle as well.

"Hi, (y/n)," he answered a second later. "Nice to meet you."

"You too."

(y/n) tapped on her screen to put the call on speaker before putting the device down and slowly starting make the car roll forward. Glancing in the rearview mirror she made sure the boy was following her before picking up a faster speed.

For the next two hours they went from the first small talk to deeper, more serious subjects, getting to know the other more. Minutes spent with laughing loudly or silently listening to the other's stories went by.

In the first half an hour Timothée sped up out of nowhere and caught up to (y/n)'s car in the opposing traffic's lane so they could cast momentarily glances at each other until another car appeared on the road and the boy had to slow back down to swerve back in the normal lane behind her car.

The strange but nice attraction they both felt towards each other only grew stronger with every passing minute and by the time they arrived to the first diner in their way, they were already something close to best friends, or maybe even more.

.::the end::.

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snow-wind-and-all-we-will-find · 3 years

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Hi! My names arthur and im working on improving my word and building my story, which currently has no name haha! I have a myriad of characters who ill try to list out and give brief descriptions of, aether is technically my main character and some of the characters who are up for question are dead in canon. But you can still ask them stuff, itll just be set before death.

When asking characters questions, rememeber to include the name, their age if theres diffrent ages, i dont mind repeated questions, but if you see the question try not to ask it again lol. If you cant find it with a quick scroll just ask it, although i dont know if this blog will even get that big.

Aether

He comes in three evolutions lol, technically, theres four but idk if i would count 7 year old aether.

Ages: 13 yo - colder, hasnt gotten used to emotions, there are two to this as well, pre-rev and then post-rev 13 yo aether, remember to specify lol.

16 yo- a bit more out there, still kinda disconnected and figuring things out, a bit more defensive

22 yo- lax, hes sorta figured shit out, hes not going to go grazy, hes just gonna be chill lol.

!The gaggle Ghosts!

Yurei

Her personality is very, ehhh, becuase i havnt done work with her, and i havnt completly figured out who she is fully yet, shes 18 yo when aether is 22 yo

18 yo- pretty oblivious, somehow still a bit cynical, very nice and sometimes motherly

Kakoku

Few thousand- mean, likes to bully yurei as he huants her, lowkey a simp for yurei but he wont admit that. Kinda cynical and likes to bring others down, generally a bully

Tamashi

19- emotionless, has to be a really strong emotion to make her emote, tends to stray away from other people, likes to be alone, blunt

Gunnar

A few thousand- sweet, warm and welcoming, tries to be very fatherly and a trusted figure, is very busy most of the tiime unfortunatly though.

!The greek gang!

Argus agapov

16- unstable, pretty baby, protective over friends and family

Mythos agapov

23- whore. He also loves his family, lowkey, hes a trad wife

Perceus

15/16- timid, intrested in posiosn and acids, generally quiet, likes to eat leaves, scaredy cat

Diogenes

14- germ of phobe, kind of a brat, more just a bitch, will yell at you if he sees your hands were dirty from gardening or something while you’re walking to the sink, other than that hes fine, picky eater

Herodotus

15- disorginized, trys his best, likes to write stuff down, helps plato with his writing and grammar in general, gullible, likes record data, has a nice typewriter with tha good clicky clack

Plato

8- sweet baby boi, loves his older brother (socrates), idolizes him even, not a good idea though. He writes down everything socrates does, sometimes he imitates his brother as well.

Socrates

17- dumb of ass, also just dumb, held back a grade, feral child, bites alot of people, soft aestechic but hed stab as a warning

Heracles

30- also dumb of ass, loves cars in that ‘mah babeh’ kinda way. Hates motorcycles, he thinks they’re ugly. Chaotic but he utilizes it to be the weird and cool uncle/cousin thing

Zeus

46- too tired for this shit, is a dad, went out to get milk, jk jk, dissapeared for a hot few years, probably got captured by some gang dunno, it happens. Very serious, would make the dumbest jokes with his brothers with a straight face

Hades

50- lowkey the neglected middle child, soft goth lookin ass, loves his kid, tries his best to raise his kid, sometimes gets help from esme

Poseidon

57- proud stay at home dad, buff but does the typically wifely duties, makes sure his children get enough love, nutrience and care

Lillith

54- very active, the money maker, kinda soft, both her and her husband poseidon are so just in love with their kids, dote on them constantly, very extroverted, always makes time for her kids

Esme

51- tired of zeus’ shit, does her best to make sure no one dies, still treats mythos as her ‘little baby boy, tired mom vibes.

!the Eden gang!

Eden is a fictional country that i slapped onto the globe. It is where aether is from, technically aether is apart of the eden gang as well. Everyone here, if they have an age option, the first age option is the age they are when aether is 13, and the second will be when aether is 16 unless stated otherwise

General kyelli

49- fatherly, thinks of most of the gang as his children, calls everyone ‘son’, as a general rule. If you ask for another nickname, he will do his best. Has a bad knee, and is kinda of bad at existing physically

52+- fatherly still, loves almonds, always has a bag of almonds, dont test him. Enjoys travel, might adopt people he meets along the way, still has pains but now he sees doctors, wants to stay active

Indigo

13- sweet, optimistic, always looks on the brightside and tries to see the good in others. Little heater, understands that sometimes fighting is the only option

Akrano

16- lively, very loose and relax, can get serious when needed though, always making jokes and trying to lighten up the mood

19- a bit more, mellow. Still quite lively and childish, but with two signifigant-others you have to settle down sometimes

Ekrano

16- lively, more stern than akrano and kinda worried, but ultimatly also very loose and bright

Lilliana

16- serious, seemingly colder towards everyone, gets along great with psycho-lops, makes him new eye-patches to pass time, actually just very monotone and blank most of the time, although she does care

19- she doesnt change much, she got a bit more expressive, likes babysitting howl

Psycho-lops

16 1/2- always looks determined, actually kinda scared of conflict, likes to help out with healing though, very proficient in it as well, sounds intimidating while talking about how cute puppies and kittens are

19/20- still the same, is considering studying medicine and medical practices to become a doctor.

Bark

17- bright, incredibly lively, loves to joke around and tease and sometimes bully the others, targets aether primarily, hangs out with his brother most of the time, he can fight for himself but he likes the backup, especcially since he is kinda glass-jawed, being that hes a twig

Bite

17- quiet, intense eyes, always sounds vaugly confused when he speaks, deep voice lol, likes to train, doesnt understand barks need to tease others, likes to read to the children

20- quiet, intense eyes still, more so nervous sounding, slightly paranoid, cluastrophobic and cant stand dusty places, usually in his house or at the docks, doesnt really go anywhere else

Hanelle

17- loud, headstrong, adamant about her opinions, gets along well with bark, she tries alot to be intimidating, not a twig, but not very big, pretty friendly and sociable

!the band of pirates!

Aklea

A few hundreds of years- kinda bored seeming, loves blood, technically cannibal, but not really since he isnt human, to an extent. Despite being fine on the ocean, he gets very car sick very easily. Actually quite nice, very easily triggerd into violence, especcially by something that could be used as a good murder weapon, blood makes him jittery and more lively

Nerone

21- calm, too calm, deals with akleas bullshit wonerfully, he just stands there, blank smile on his face as aklea beats the shit outta someone, unintrested in most anything, likes to draw, but hes a much better pastry chef.

!the shakespears!

Midem(pink boi)

33- lively, loves to work with kids, very creative, likes to make things, mainly art, mainly carvings. Often make little minitures of scenes from midens writing, loves his twin, does anything it takes to fund midens intrests. Very loving to those hes close to

Miden

33- calmer by alot lmao, pretty introverted but he can hold a long conversation without becoming too drained, enjoys writing and making stories, also makes plays for fun, runs off little sleep cuase he stays up so late to write, and gets up early to write.

!gods!

Gideon

9 billion- confused boomer, loves his ‘children’, hates to be hated, always tries to help in anyway he can, despite making them, always curious into what mortals are doing, loves the universe he created and does anything he can to protect it

Merik

7 million- sore loser, does get a little salty, ultimatly bounces back and becomes a very good sport, always will adopt tactics, whatever it takes to win within the rules, keeps most all of his trophies from random feats hes done

Ventus

5 billion - calm, straightforward, tends to disregard others and do things himself, likes to sit on cliffs and watch the ocean

Kyle

Hes been around since 776 bc- very loud, lively, bright, tries his best to educate people on proper form, workout regime i intesne, doesnt allow others to take it, makes custom workout regimes for free, owns a gym, dude bro but hes nice, baby

Horo-sha

Her age technicaly is not accurate, shes like, 2 billion? Since dima was made right after her death. But since her history still lives, ima count it

5 billion but older than ventus- bitter, violent, former god of justice, fucking dead haha, hates mortals, primarily humans

Dima

Also not super accurate, hed only be a few centuries of being an active god before being sealed, but since hes technically, concious and has cognitive function hes counted

3 billion- mean lol, likes blood and gets even more violent when it starts getting messy, ‘new’ god of justice, uh, pretty bad at it like the last one, but worse, will kill over slight misdeameanors, everythings a crime smh

!misc!

Ivan

24- softspoken, from imperial russia, died young, he no longer feels his face is his own, has a mask that he likes better, has the sickness, but since he was human it killed him, can control it post mortem, is strong enough to be seen, but weak enough he can go invisible and go through solid objects.

More ocs will be added when i remember them, or create new ones, characters i dont really have built at all are not included

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