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Ruby : Part One
hey! can i request a prentiss x daughter fic where reader gets kidnapped by an unsub (lots of angst) and emily is all mama bear to save her. can either end with angst or fluff. thanks!
Reader’s Age: 9 Years Old
Requests: Open
Summary: When Emily leaves for a case she leaves you with your godparents. They both decide to take you to the movies, but that night something terrible happens. The next day Emily Prentiss and the team sit, listening to the case file going over the facts of your godparents murder and your own kidnapping.
A/N: I’ve just watched the episode on the Romanian family and couldn’t help myself, considering I had seen this request just hours earlier.
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You clung to your mother’s leg, your nose was buried in her pant leg, taking in her scent before she went away for what could be days, maybe even a week or two.
She had always told you that she wouldn’t be gone for too long, but it didn’t make a difference to you, she was still gone none the less and you missed her regardless.
You love your godparents, the Brenners, Angie & Mark, both of whom had been your mother’s friends for years, even before you were born, but you loved your mom a lot more. You just wanted to stay with her.
This seemed to be routine, every time Emily would go away it would be the exact same goodbye. Sometimes you would be with your grandparents, her aunts and uncles and other times it would be Angie and Mark.
You were still sitting on the ground, eyes tightly shut. Your mom didn’t try to move, instead she was bend slightly to you, stroking the back of your head.
You couldn’t see you godparents behind you, but you knew that they were there, waiting to close the door when Emily finally managed to coax you off her leg, you weren’t ready for that yet. You knew it would be a while before you saw her again. 
Something felt really off, you didn’t like it. This made you want to hold your mother’s leg tighter, she made everything better, safer even. Your mom kept all the bad guys away, she kept you safe.
“I’ll be back before you know it bubs, I’ll be back as soon as I can. And hey! Maybe I could bring you to see the rest of the team after. Would you like that? Hm?” 
You looked up at her with a look that made her heart breakl.
“I love you Mommy.” 
Your voice was soft and it cracked slightly at the end.
“Hey hey hey bubba, please don’t cry. I love you too, so so much.” 
Emily picked you up and held you to her side closely. “My best girl.” She murmured against your forehead.
After a minute she placed you on the ground once again and held your face in her hand. “Behave for Mark and Angie, sweet girl.”
“I always do.” You pouted.
Your mother booped your nose before kissing it. 
“I know, lovely girl.”
Just then you heard her phone ding, and you knew it was time for her to go.
“Hey, Y/N.” Called Angie. “Why don’t you say bye to your mom and come help me try a new cookie recipe that I’ve been working on, triple chocolate chip.”
Emily let out a gasp. “Triple chocolate chip! Wow Y/N that’s your favourite!”
You nodded and placed both your hands on her cheeks. “You gotta promise me that you’re gonna come back to me.”
Emily chuckled. “I always do, bubs.”
“I know but I still need to hear you say it, because it helps yknow.”
Emily kissed your cheek. “I promise that I’m gonna come back the second the case is done. Scout’s honour. And hey, I’ll even throw in something else. The second I pick you up I’ll take you to the arcade and we’re gonna stay there however long it takes us to get enough tickets for that giant giraffe.”
It was your turn to gasp. “Mommy! That’s gonna take up over half my room!”
“I’ll bring uncle Derek and uncle Spencer to help carry it then.”
“I don’t think Uncle Spence will be much of a help, Mommy.”
Emily laughed loudly. “Alright, You, Go have fun with Angie and Mark.” She kissed your forehead again. 
“I will!” You dashed up the pathway to the door of the Brenner’s house. “I love you Mommy!”
“I love you too, Baby. Have fun.” She called after you.
When you turned back around again, she was getting into the car. “Have a safe trip!”
She smiled at you and waved, getting the gears ready to pull out. 
You felt Mark’s hand on your shoulder. 
“She’ll be back in no time, Y/N. I’m even willing to bet that she’ll get back by tomorrow night. She’s always in a rush to get back to her favourite gal.” 
You smiled up at him.
“And me and Angie was thinking of going to see a movie at around five.”
You grinned. “The new spiderman one?!”
“Mhmm you know it.” Mark laughed. “But I really am in the mood for some cookies. You wanna help your godmother finish em off?”
“Yes please!”
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The movie was great. You and your godparents all really enjoyed it, although you were beginning to think that you were more a fan of the movie while it was the popcorn and pepsi that did it for them, but either way you had a good time.
You were a little homesick, but you always were, so it was to be expected.
Angie let you stay up until 9.30 pm, which was half an hour over your usual bedtime. You and her had made amazing triple chocolate chip cookies, which was now only double chocolate chip due to yourself and Mark eating a good amount of them before any actually went into the dough.
You currently sat at the table eating said cookies, enjoying the milk that came along with it. 
You wondered if your mom was still up. She probably was, she always stayed up late with a cup of coffee in her hand reading some files with Sergio on her lap. Sergio wasn’t allowed in your room. Which wasn’t fair in your opinion.
“Y/N.”
You jumped.
“Woah sorry, kiddo. It’s just me.” Angie spoke softly.
You didn’t know why you had reacted that way, something just didn’t feel right about tonight, you felt like something bad was going to happen, the feeling was foreign to you. Maybe the sooner you got to sleep the sooner you would wake up and see that you were just overthinking or something along those lines.
“I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”
You nodded your head and took your godmother’s hand as she guided you up the staircase and into the spare bedroom.
“Somethings not right.” You whimpered.
“What do you mean, bug? You don’t feel well?”
“I-I don’t know. Everything just feels off. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like something bad’s gonna happen.”
Angie chuckled lightly. “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. Your mommy’s just fine.”
You weren��t talking about your mommy, you were talking about you, in that house. You weren’t afraid of Angie and Mark, but of the thought that something horrible was about to happen.
“But-”
“Night night, Y/N.” Angie cut across. You sighed softly before deciding to let it go.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” 
Your godmother reached into the cupboard under the nightstand and pulled out your to-go-bag that your mom had prepared, out of said bag she found your stuffed platypus, which you only ever sought out comfort in when your mom went on missions that she wouldn’t be home that night for. For that reason the stuffed animal gained the name ‘Mily,’ as it was somewhat of a substitute for your mom, given the name was “Emily’ but without the E.
“Goodnight, Bug. How about we make pancakes in the morning?”
You grinned and nodded. “Can we make some for Mommy, too?”
“Of course.” She smiled, and you returned the smile.
You barely realised how tired you were. You were asleep the second the light went off, not knowing that that would be the last time you would ever see Angie alive, and also your last proper night sleep that wouldn’t be plagued by horrific nightmares.
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You felt a hand on your mouth before you even got a chance to open your eyes, which darted open straight away, you eyes were greeted by cold grey ones, a menacing glint in them.
Your scream was muffled by a man’s hand, that wasn’t Mark.
His hands were bloody, and so were his clothes, and to make matters worse the blood was now on your face too. But it wasn’t your blood, at least you didn’t think so. But you didn’t know who the hell it belonged to.
Ters sprung to your eyes as the man lifted you up into his arms, you were paralyzed in fear, but after a few seconds you started to kick and squirm.
“Sh sh shhhh, you’re alright.”
You sobbed in your kidnappers arms, what the hell was going on, this wasn’t a dream, it felt too real.
Your voice finally echoed throughout the house when your teeth sank into the man’s hand.
“PLEASE HELP M-”
“Behave or I’ll make you behave.” The man said a bit too calmly.
“MOMMY.”
“I said behave, dammit.” The window was opened now, you tried to scream again even though you knew it would be no use, nobody could hear you, there wasn’t any neighbours near the Brenner residence, the closest being about twenty yards away. The Brenners lived in the middle of the countryside.
“PLEASE I JUST WANT MY MOMMY!”
The man sighed darkly, heaving his leg out the widow. “I just killed your mommy, so be quiet for the love of god.” 
You froze, you couldn’t say anything now. He killed Emily. He killed your mommy, You didn’t understand. Why did he kill your mommy?
You were frozen, the next thing you knew was that he was carrying you across the lawn over towards a car you had never seen before.
“Did you get her, Dad?”
“Yeah, open up the trunk and tell your mother to start the car, we gotta get out of here quick before anyone finds the bodies.” Bodies? “I know we just killed em, but you never know how long it’ll take for people to find em these days, with all the gadgets and all, it was so much easier back in my day and- BE QUIET!”
You sobbed even louder. You wanted your mommy, who you were just informed was dead.
“Heavens sake, hand me my handkerchief, Adam. I can’t listen to much more of her whining.”
The trunk of the car was opened by the boy before he dashed off to the front left to retrieve what you knew would be what was demanded by your captor.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered.
“You’re ok. You’ll learn. They always do.”
The handkerchief was stuffed into your mouth and even more tears threatened to fall.
“Sit tight.”
The door of the trunk slammed shut, leaving you in nothing but darkness.
You could hear people move around in the main part of the car. You could hear celebrations and praise, a woman's voice and the boys and most hauntingly you kidnapper’s. He sounded so normal, as if he hadn’t just kidnapped a kid.
You could still feel the blood that soaked your clothes. It disgusted you.
You tried to shift your legs but realised they were tied together, you repeated the same motion with your arms, but they too, were tied together.
The car started. You felt the urge to sob some more, but suppressed it because of the man in the front, afraid of what would happen if you annoyed him some more.
You just wanted your mommy. 
What the hell was going on.
to be continued...
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tzarina-alexandra · 1 year
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I am having SEVERE baby fever aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
So today in Polish class one classmate (35 ish) brought her husband and daughters (6 ish and 4 ish respectively). Said classmate is Hungarian (this is a well represented ethnic minority in this region of Romania), and her husband is Polish, but like actually from Poland, not an ethnic minority (we have those too, but in the North East not the North West). And the two speak English to each other because when they met neither knew the other's language but both are very fluent in English.
Now comes the interesting part. She talks to her kids ONLY in Hungarian. And he talks to his kids ONLY in Polish. And, given that they live in Romania, they are exposed to a lot of Romanian on the daily. AND the kids can hear the parents speaking English amongst themselves. So in effect the girls are already polyglots by age 5. But today I got to see it in action.
I was seated in such a way that I was near the younger girl. She was doing a puzzle with her dad. (By the way I'm in love with this kinda wholesome dad daughter interaction I was like aaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is so cute and tender - the dad was extremely patient and calm with her etc). Whenever she had something to say to her dad, she would speak Polish. Fluently. Yeah, in a typical 4 year old way, obviously not adult level fluent but obviously fluent in the way a 4 year old speaks her native language. Then if she has something to say to her mom, she speaks in Hungarian. She knows to address the Polish teacher in Polish (the couple became close friends with our teacher and her and the girls have such a grandma granddaughters dynamic it's literally adorable. Anyway the child is aware that the teacher is speaks the same language as her dad at any rate). Then she addressed us directly in Romanian, again, fluently. And then sometimes as if for emphasis or to get attention she would indeed use some English words like one classmate was like look, what's that in the puzzle? An apple /æ - pəl/ - Pronounced in an American way. And the little girl was like noooo it's an APPLE (a - pəl) - Pronounced in a British way.
At one point, our Polish teacher was like (in Polish) hey why do you speak Romanian to her (pointing at a classmate who is Polish-Romanian)? Do you know she speaks Polish too? The girl starts speaking fluent Polish to the little girl. But the little girl keeps addressing her in Romanian. It was just fascinating to watch. I think that kids her age just kinda... put people in unchangeable categories??? Like if her first impression of that girl was that she was Romanian, she cannot be treated as if she were Polish too. I wonder if the kids are aware that they themselves are both Hungarian and Polish and that they live in Romania etc. I don't think a 4 year old understands stuff like nationality and ethnicity, though they obviously are aware when to use certain languages.
Anyway @wherela that's the family I was talking about. And that's my goal in terms of family tbh. Ahhhhh I really wish to get a foreign husband and then raise our kids to speak like 3 languages at the same time !!!!!
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kamyru · 7 months
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Me as an OC
In the past, I mentioned that I wanted to write a fic where Ukyo Senkawa and MC go to Romania & Republic of Moldova. I still have a part of that fic in my drafts. However, lately, I thought about creating an OC from my culture and putting her in different situations. So, here's Sanji, inspired by my friends from university & me. I took my appearance as a base for her, and the explanation for why she looks so different in the two photos is that I didn't find the colors to show what exactly my hair looks like. It is blueberry black and dark red underneath. The rest of her profile will be explained lower.
Also, her purpose is to show a little bit of my culture through my writings. I will probably romance her with someone, but I'm not sure yet with whom. She is a comedic relief that will interact with all the characters I write for, even my OCs. In some cases, her behavior will be inspired by me, in others by my friends.
Here you have the links to the picrew I used: 1 & 2.
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Real name: Sânziana Casperschi (I wanted to give her a Romanian first name. In many countries, there are names after flowers or hope, and we have them too. However, Sânziana is something only Romanians have. It's inspired by good fairies specific to Romanian mythology. And her surname is an allusion to my surname - the Romanised version of a Polish surname. Her surname in Polish is Kasperki. It sounds nothing like mine, but has the same background. Mine comes from a Polish president, and for years I have been trying to convince the government to change my name to its Polish version.)
Japanese name: 川崎燦士/Kawasaki Sanji (Kawasaki because it's a popular Japanese surname, as Kasperski is also a popular Polish surname. Sanji because that's how Sânzi would most probably be pronounced by a Japanese person. And I know that it's a boy's name.)
Nicknames: Sânzi (by family), Anime girl (by friends, due to her name)
Love interest: Probably someone from Irresistible Mistakes or Romance MD. 
Age: 25/26
Date of birth: January 1
Height: 176 cm/5'9
Weight: 65 kg/143 lb
Ethnicity: 1/2 Romanian, 1/4 Moldovan, 1/4 Hungarian (People from Europe, or at least the Balkans, know why she's so mixed. It's hard to find someone here who is not a little bit of Russian, a little bit of Ukrainian, a little bit of Greece, a little bit of god knows what else. Fun fact: I was born in Moldova, have a Polish surname, and my mom's nee surname is Ukrainian. From my mom, I have some German ancestry because my grand-grand parents were Germans deported to Moldova at the end of the 19th century or the beginning of the 20th. This grand-grandmother wanted to teach my mother German, but it was in the time of the Soviet Union, and they were afraid to do it. And that's why the newer generations of my family don't know German. The fact that she is Hungarian isn't random either. One of the largest ethnic groups in Romania is Hungarians.)
Nationality: Romanian
Languages known: Romanian, Russian, Hungarian, English, Japanese
Unique traits: Seven earrings, colored hair
Dominant hand: Left
Job: Clinical pharmacist in the Psychiatry Department
Hobbies: Playing piano & guitar, writing, reading, anime
Qualities: Empathy, humor, calmness, chillness
Defects: Lack of organization, lack of motivation, rudeness
Fears: Fail, heights, slimy animals (frogs, jellyfish, snails)
Special skills: Listening to others, knowing random things, not understanding when someone flirts with her
Alumni: Bachelor in Pharmacy from the University of Debrecen, Master in Pharmacy from Kyushu University (Debrecen because I have two close friends who went on an Erasmus exchange in there. Kyushu because I have another close friend who studies pharmacy and applied to get her Master's degree in clinical pharmacology at Kyushu University.)
The happiest moment in her life: When she got accepted to study in Japan.
Childhood dream: To help people. 
Goal: To be a safe place for the people dear to her.
Motto: If not me, then who?
Family: Older brother Obi (his name is a Japanese adaptation of the Latin name Ovidius, used in Romanian as Ovidiu), cat Felix
Story: She was born in a city in Transilvania, Romania, to a Moldovan father and a Hungarian mother. During her childhood, she tried every extracurricular activity available at that time. However, she decided that her goal in life was to be selfless and help as many people as possible. After high school, she moved to Hungary to study pharmacy at the University of Debrecen. Later, she applied for her Master's Degree in Japan and got accepted at Kyushu University. Now, she is working as a clinical pharmacist at the psychiatry department in a hospital in Tokyo (Probabpy in Seimei, the same one from Romance MD: Always on Call) while thinking about doing her Ph.D.
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notebookofthedead · 1 year
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Again continuing with characters from my fic in Artbreeder, here is the icon herself: Yoko Belnades 🥺💜✨
24 y/o during Aria of Sorrow; descended from the powerful Belnades family; a witch working for the same agency as Arikado
Her mom was the Belnades witch who helped Julius Belmont kill Dracula in 1999; afterwards, she spent many years living and working in Japan in order to keep an eye on the Hakuba shrine. It was during this stage of her life that she met her husband - Yoko's dad - a fellow agent. By the present of the fic, both of Yoko's parents have retired from monster hunting and are living in the Romanian countryside
Side note: legally, Yoko got her father's surname. She just uses her mother's while she's at work, because the Belnades name holds a lot more power within the monster hunting community
As she regularly visited the Hakuba shrine with Arikado and her parents, growing up, Yoko sees Mina as a younger sister, and she sees Arikado as a grouchy family friend. Yoko is the same age as Luc's older brother, so she and Luc's brother used to hang out a lot at family gatherings. Add in that her mom used to tell her stories about Julius Belmont, and Mina used to confide in her about her long-distance friend and crush, Soma Cruz, and Yoko has *all* of the juicy tea about *everyone*
The idea with my characterization of Yoko is that she's like a cool older cousin/sister who takes you to Starbucks in the middle of the night while babysitting and buys you a massive hot cocoa. Slightly irresponsible, but in a fun way
Take, for example, the scene where Luc revealed to the rest of the main cast that he had acquired a magical object that gave him fire magic: while Arikado looked like he was about to have an aneurism, Yoko just shrugged it off and gave Luc a defensive magic relic so he could be safe. She's of the mindset that there's nothing wrong with petty chaos, and if the teenagers in the cast are going to do something ill-advised, they should at least have the knowledge and resources to do it safely
And because of that mindset, Yoko somehow loops back around to being the most responsible adult on Team Eclipse! There's a reason why she's my favorite 💜
The way I imagine Yoko's appearance is inspired by this fanart which I *love*. Kind of a heart-shaped face with a triangle-esque nose. Dark, almond-shaped eyes, and naturally brown hair that she dyes blonde. A slightly more slender build than average, with a good amount of muscle from her very active profession. To me, Yoko is the type of person to go on each monster hunt with a full face of makeup, dangly earrings, business glam clothes, and stiletto heels As A Power Move. She kicks ass and looks absolutely stunning while doing it 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
I feel like she's always wanted a pet cat, but worries that she'd be too busy with work to properly care for it
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automatismoateo · 2 years
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My mom is so lost, and it kills me that she thinks the same thing about me. via /r/atheism
My mom is so lost, and it kills me that she thinks the same thing about me.
I come from a long line of Christians (I have literally traced it back as far as 15 generations in my family tree), each generation stringently raising their children in the Protestant faith, each marrying some Irish/Scottish/British person. Then my mother met a Romanian immigrant in the military, helped him "come to Christ", then married him and I'm their child. My older brother is from another man that was never in the picture, so obviously, my mom was a little loosey-goosey when she was younger, but always staunchly anti-abortion.
We went to church every Sunday, sometimes bible study, sometimes psalm sing, youth group, etc. We were very involved with the other families in the church, and I met my best friend there - a girl that happened to be a closeted lesbian - but that's another story. Anyway, I had my doubts from the beginning, as early as age 7. I had questions that were never definitively answered, questions like "Why can't we see God?" and "If God knows everything and everything that will happen, then why did he put the tree of knowledge in the Garden of Eden if he knew the humans would eat from it? Doesn't that make God the ultimate tempter?" or "Why are all of Adam and Eve'sdescendants punished for their sins when it's their sin and not ours?". Their answers were pure bullshit. So bullshit, so roundabout and unclear that I can't even remember what the fuck they even said. And these bastards were taking 10% of any money I earned as a kid (if I got had a 20 dollar bill, I'd have to break it to donate $2, and that was a lot of money for a kid!). Things always felt...off.
I had several atheist friends that helped me put it 2 and 2 together over the course of several years, and luckily by age 15 I was a closeted atheist. Shit wasn't good at home, my dad was abusive, my mom was always depressed. She never really defended me... according to my dad she did because she wouldn't always side with him, but she never would have divorced him despite the horrible things he put me, my brother, and even my mother through. She didn't necessarily stray from Christianity for a while, but she wasn't at full strength, and even then, she had her ideals. I never felt that I could reveal myself to her, like I would be punished for admitting that I didn't share her faith and she would respond in anger. How could I tell her her Christian god was as ridiculous to me as Egyptian gods are to her?
Some years later, after my father divorced my mom (for "betraying him on my behalf"), she is now married to a pastor who - wait for it - was her youth pastor back in the day (11 years age difference in case you're wondering). He is genuinely a kind, gentle, non-judgmental man. Quiet, great listener, and constantly doing outreach in his community and giving anything he can. He works with a lot of families that have drug problems, helping them pay bills, giving them rides to appointments, taking their kids on excursions, fostering children whose parents have drug problems, etc. My mom went from working full time to being a housewife/support system for the community as well. She has allllll the fucking time in the world to talk about Jesus now, so I finally just snapped and told her I'm not a believer. I remember her indignant "Well that's just really sad." in response.
I was visiting her sometime after I'd moved out, we were sitting in Wegmans eating lunch and my mom started to cry. She said she was crying for me because I was going to hell. Looking back now, I'm laughing shaking my head because I should have laughed then. But instead, I cried because my mom just saw me as some sad, lost sheep that had strayed from the Lord's path, some lost cause, some unholy flounderer. It was ridiculous. I felt bad for her, for having to carry this imaginary weight that her parents had brainwashed her to carry. It's not her fault - I can understand that when you have clung to an idea for so long and it's constantly positively reinforced - and negatively reinforced - it is fucking terrifying to let it go. I myself was scared to stop praying at first. I felt guilty for it.
She is just too far gone and it was never in her personality to truly think for herself. She has faith, and that's the trouble with trying to rationalize with someone that has faith. Faith is BLIND BELIEF. They literally taught me that in church. One more time for the people in the back - BLIND BELIEF. They don't need answers for everything because no matter what, they must believe in God. Scientific evidence is a test of faith. Logical thinking is a test of faith. Anything that would lead them astray from God is a test of faith. There's no way out except for the faith to be overruled. She and I keep having these talks about it, and I usually lose my patience because it's like talking to a brick wall. Why do I put up with it? Because I love my mom and I don't want to end the dialogue with her. I want her to know my thinking and to see the flaws in her own thinking, even if I know she never will. She keeps sending me shit to "make her case", but I can't even bring myself to get into them because I. Don't. Fucking. Care. To. Hear. It. She sent me a whole ass DVD called "A Case for Christ" and I just never watched it even though I planned to watch it and take notes on things I wanted to refute with her.
On the bright side, my dad and I have a much-improved relationship. When I finally came out to him as an atheist, he shrugged and said "It's in God's hands". I really liked that response because he kept his beliefs, he didn't challenge mine, and he didn't tell me I was wrong. And ironically, it sounded the most like Christianity should sound like in theory. I wish more Christians were like that instead of imposing this ridiculous grievance over someone "losing their way". I'm just sad that my mom is brainwashed into feeling heartbroken for me. I'm sad that she can't realize what a trap blind faith is, that she always dismisses any kind of intellectual information I offer up to support my beliefs. It's fucking useless.
Sorry for the long rant, thanks for reading if you made it this far.
Submitted May 29, 2022 at 05:59AM by iamgob_bluth (From Reddit https://ift.tt/JiEnQDl)
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If You Just Realize
Part Three: Hold Me Up
Summary: Sebastian filled Y/N in on the upcoming custody issues.  Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 2065 Series Warnings: Death, angst, sadness. Lots of creative licensing, I’m sure. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my realized feelings square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: I’ve much enjoyed writing this series, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it! The tag list is open; requests to be added can be done so here. There are bits and pieces of Romanian throughout the series, mostly from Google Translate and the few things I’ve picked up as I learn the language. Happy Reading!
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After dinner, they gathered together in the family room to watch The Little Mermaid, at Milena’s request. They popped popcorn and had root beer floats — they were all full to the brim by bedtime. Milena wanted to watch another movie, so they started Despicable Me, but the family was asleep before the movie was half over. Anthony and Georgeta took Milena to bed with them, leaving Y/N and Sebastian to clean up from the snacks and shut the house down. 
Y/N shouldered her bag and switched from one foot to the other, nervous for some reason. She waited for Sebastian to be done in the kitchen, then asked if she should stay in the guest room. 
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine, or you could — you could stay with me. If you want to. You don’t have to.”
“I mean, I don’t — if you want to be alone, I don’t want to …” She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned, then chuckled. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I feel nervous about this. We’ve slept in the same bed before, no problem. Maybe because it’s your parents’ house.”
Sebastian smirked. He loved the traditional, old-fashioned parts of her upbringing that would randomly show up in conversation or shine through in her preferences. He pulled his head in the direction of the room that would always be his in the house. 
“C’mon, Bright Eyes, let’s get some sleep.” 
Y/N smiled, grateful that he made the decision for her. She used the main bathroom in the hallway to wash her face and brush her teeth, and change from her jeans and t-shirt to a cotton nightgown. She packed her toiletries back into her bag and tiptoed back to Sebastian’s room. He was sitting up in bed, checking messages on his phone. 
“Who in the world would be messaging you this late with everything going on?” Y/N asked, dropping her bag next to the dresser before climbing into the big, comfy bed. She fluffed the pillow a couple of times, then lay on her side, facing Sebastian. 
He shook his head. “No one, I’m just catching up on some things I missed. Mostly people checking in, asking how the service went. Hey, do you wanna go have a coffee with me in the morning?”
“You don’t want to have breakfast with your parents and Milena?”
“I’m sure they’re all going to sleep late. Thought it might be nice to get out for just a little bit.”
Y/N nodded. “Sure, whatever sounds good to you.”
Sebastian plugged his phone into the charger then, and turned off the bedside lamp. He leaned over to kiss her forehead, thanking her again for being there with him. 
“I’m always gonna be here, Seb, whenever you need me,” she assured him through a yawn. “Wake me when you’re ready for coffee in the morning, if I’m not up already.”
Before Sebastian could reply, she was asleep. Smiling to himself, he pulled the covers a little tighter around him and tried to get some rest. 
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After a night of restless sleep Y/N woke far earlier than she would have liked the next morning. After half an hour of more tossing and turning trying to go back to sleep, she got up and changed to the running shorts she had packed just in case, her t-shirt from the day before, then slipped into her favorite pair of running shoes — also packed just in case. Careful not to wake anyone else, she downed a glass of water to get some hydration in her system, then let herself out through the front door. 
As she ran through the neighborhood where Georgeta and Anthony lived, she breathed deep, enjoying the fresh air filling her lungs first thing in the morning. Her flight schedule the day before, followed by the immediate activity of the funeral, had left her feeling tired and weighed down. Oh, she wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world, but if she was going to be a support to her friend, she wanted to be refreshed and alert in the coming days. 
How heavy her heart felt for Sebastian; a heaviness that no run could shake off. He had been so close with his sister, so proud of her. Despite their age difference and the fact that she was, in actuality, his half-sister, Y/N had never known Sebastian to treat Irina as anything less than a sister he had grown up with his entire life. When he had called to tell Y/N about the car accident, to ask her to come for the service, his voice had been thick with tears. She had helped him through break-ups and things before, but this was one heartbreak she didn’t know if anyone could help him heal from. 
After a couple miles, she returned to the house. She found towels easily enough and showered in the main bathroom. Once she was dressed, she dealt with her hair and patted some moisturizer on her face. Upon opening the door, she saw a sleepy little girl standing in the hallway, still in Anthony’s t-shirt, her pigtails lopsided, and one chubby hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 
“Well, good morning, princess,” Y/N greeted, quiet but with a smile. “How are you today?”
Milena only nodded and stretched her hands up to be held. Y/N obliged her immediately, taking the girl to the family room for some morning cartoons. Milena sat in Y/N’s lap, curled up and leaning against her chest. Y/N took the throw blanket from the back of the couch and covered the both of them with it while they watched. 
Georgeta found them an hour or so later, greeting both girls with a kiss on the cheek. She offered breakfast, which Milena eagerly accepted — especially when she was given the opportunity to help make pancakes — but Y/N informed the other woman of Sebastian’s request that they go for coffee that morning. 
“Maybe I’ll go see if he’s ready to wake up,” she mused, folding the blanket before laying it on the back of the couch where it had been. 
He was facing away from the door, his breathing deep and even. His hair was mussed from quite a bit of tossing and turning himself, and Y/N contemplated if she should wake him or not. Biting her bottom lip, she seated herself on the side of the bed where she had slept the night before. Balancing herself on one arm, she leaned over to run her hands through Sebastian’s thick, brown hair. 
“Mmm.” The sound was scratchy and low in his throat. Y/N smiled and kept doing what she was doing, until he took a deep breath and reached up to catch her hand in his. “That was a really great wake-up call but if you keep doing that, I’m going to fall back asleep real quick.”
She chuckled. “Your mom and Milena are making pancakes. Do you want to eat with them or do you still want to go for coffee?”
He squeezed her hand before releasing it. Rolling to his back, he looked up at her and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Yeah, let’s go for coffee, if you don’t mind. I’ll make you more pancakes when we come back, if there aren’t any left.”
Y/N scooted off the bed to give him some privacy while he got ready for them to go out. She joined Georgeta and Milena in the kitchen while she waited, but she didn’t have to wait long. Sebastian had donned a t-shirt and jeans, plopped a baseball cap on his head, found some shoes, and called it good. Y/N wished she could get ready that quickly and that easily. 
“We’re gonna go for coffee, but I don’t think we’ll be gone too long,” Sebastian informed his mother. “Is it all right if I take your car?”
“Sure,” Georgeta agreed. She accepted his kiss to her cheek and smiled when he hugged Milena so tight, the little girl giggled and tried to push out of the hug. 
“I wanna go!” Milena pleaded, dancing around the kitchen. 
Sebastian sighed. “This one’s just for me and Y/N, okay, munchkin? I promise, I’ll take you out, just you and me, soon.”
With her grandmother beginning to flip pancakes, Milena didn’t need much more convincing to stay behind. She climbed up on the footstool she had been using to see what was going on at the counter, her uncle and his friend forgotten for the time being. 
The ride to the coffee shop was quiet. They found a parking spot not too far from the cafe, and Sebastian held tight to Y/N’s hand as they crossed the street. He held the door open for her, paid for their coffees, and then sat across from her at a table with good sunlight but not right next to the window. 
“You sleep okay last night?” he asked. 
Y/N shrugged, savoring the warm feeling of the coffee as she sipped at it. “Tossed and turned a little this morning, so I got up for a run. I’m not too tired right now, though.”
“Good. When we get back, we can hang out for a little bit, then if you need to nap or anything, you should.” He blew on his coffee before taking a drink of the black brew. “So, I know that you know something’s up. After the heated discussion with Alice yesterday, and I’m sure things seemed a little tense when you came back with the food.”
She shrugged. “Yes, but considering the circumstances, I didn’t think much of it.”
He ran a hand over his face and let out a deep sigh. After another drink of his coffee, he plunged into it. “Apparently, Irina told Mom that if anything ever happened to her, she wanted me to take custody of Milena. I don’t know why, and there’s nothing on paper because …”
“Because she was in her mid-twenties and why would she worry that something would happen to her now,” Y/N supplied. 
“Exactly. The Hills — Milena’s other grandparents — want joint custody of her. It just seems like so much back and forth. Obviously, we want to keep whatever pieces of Irina that we can, but we also want to handle things the way she would have wanted them to be handled. They’ve already got a lawyer working on things, apparently, and I’m going to see my lawyer this afternoon. That’s really who I was messaging when we went to bed last night.”
Y/N reached over to squeeze his hand. “Sebastian, you know you’re gonna be great for her, right? Milena loves you — she thinks the world of you. If that’s what your sister wanted, it had to be for good reason.”
“But am I ready for this? Really? A little girl, in my care, who I’m responsible for? Why does that suddenly seem like the most daunting task I’ll ever take on.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “The Hills think joint custody with my parents would be better because of my schedule, my job. They know I can provide for her, but they’re concerned she won’t get the attention she deserves.”
“So you’re worried about it, too,” Y/N surmised. “First of all, no one’s ever ready to become a parent. Even with all the preparation in the world, a lot of unexpected things are going to happen. Second, as far as work and giving Milena attention, that’s something you can balance. You can find help. I’ve been reading a few scripts, but I’m otherwise between things right now. My next movie doesn’t premiere for another six months. I can help you.”
“I can’t ask you to put your life on hold, Y/N.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not asking, I’m offering. And even if I wasn’t offering, yes, you can ask. That’s what friends are for.”
He licked his lips and thought it over. The thought that had seeded in his mind the day before sprouted up again; he dismissed it quickly. 
“Maybe we start with you going to the lawyer with me this afternoon, go from there.”
“I think that’s a good plan,” she agreed, taking another drink of her coffee. “But my offer stands, Sebastian. Whatever you need from me, I’m happy to help.”
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rosiefairlands · 3 years
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I'm now gonna post my Bsd OCs here because I can >:} (Also because I made fake scenes with this beautiful bitch here)
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Her name is Ria, and she's mah babie >:D
Ok ok for real this time lmao
Name: Ria Trandafir
Age: (Allegedly) 22
Birthday: November 13
Height: 5'11" or 181 cm
Nationality: Romanian 🇷🇴
Affiliation: Armed Detective Agency, (Part-Time) Renewed Guild
Personality: Ria is pretty capricious, her mood can change really quick, but she's usually a sweet and caring woman. She is often described by everyone as a beautiful delicate angel, but when you get on her bad side, she's actually very dark, sadistic, and brutal. Ria herself actually thinks she's far from an angel, and often describes herself as a demon. It may not look like it, but she's actually very sympathetic. She would often try and see the good side within enemies of hers and the agencys after she joined. Back then when she was an assassin, she was empty and cruel, and killed her all of her victims in the most violent ways. But nowadays, she tries to redeem herself.
Ability: The Hunger Archangel=An ability where she becomes very demonic and violent when she's hungry. When she's hungry, she can activate this ability, where her hair turns into a terrifying demon mouth (similar to Rashomon) and can basically eat anything (Based on the Futakuchi-Onna). She also has this upgraded ability called Fallen Hunger Archangel. She'll utter the phrase "Divine Gods, grant me a chance to prove thyself worthy again", and she turns into a tall succubus-like demon that can burn and eat live people & animals and other very demonic abilities.
Other Trivia:
1) She's [surprisingly] good friends with Ango. When she's done with her work, she visits him in his office. Think of Ria and Ango like Kyoka and Atsushi.
2) Her ability was transferred to her by her mother before she died of an illness. Her mother also used to be an assassin. Her father was a former agent for the Romanian Special Division. Ria accidentally killed her father after her mother transferred her ability to her.
3) She was adopted by the former superiors of Rias mom, who are also the same rich family Ria worked for as an assassin.
4) Her adopted older sister, only known as Zână Roz, was the only one who really saw and treated her as human.
5) She got into Japan and was never arrested because of a Special Division Higher Up that is good friends with Zână Roz [Which is also one of my ocs]
6) She has a pet fox named Roșu, who has glasses and a purple ribbon given by Ria.
Wow I have been procrastinating soooo much on posting Ria here :'). She's not based on any irl author, but her ability name and nationality is referencing one author :3. Hope you treat her well, she has a very special place in my heart <3
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dragonnan · 3 years
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This is faaaar from a complete list and will be spotty at best but I’ve been pondering MCU characters a lot as I’ve been getting slowly back to work on my mega-fic.  I LOVE minor head canons.  Simple stuff like favorite foods or what music they listen to or were they ever a smoker or whatever whatever.  So I’m gonna give myself the challenge of crafting some head canon and anyone else is very welcome to dive in! (some things are already established via canon)
~ Ethnicity ~ Faith ~ Smoker ~ Alcohol ~ Favorite food ~ Favorite cookie ~ Favorite animal(s) ~ Favorite music ~
Tony Stark:  Ethnicity: Mixed European-American-Jewish (he refers to himself as a “mutt”) Faith: “No thanks” being the initial answer but if he feels like opening up he’ll admit to believing there’s likely “something” out there but at the same time figures that “something” stopped caring about humanity a long long time ago.  Smoker?  Never liked cigarettes but smoked a few cigars when he was younger due to Obie’s influence.  He never was a big fan but wanted to fit in with his mentor.  Alcohol: Influenced both by his father and Obie, Tony started drinking hard liquor semi-regularly as young as 14 (his Dad let him try his first sip at the age of 6).  He pretty much sticks with Scotch or Bourbon but is not opposed to cheap beer at a ball game.  In fact the cheaper the better - a requirement for any self-respecting American.  Favorite food: hot dogs.  Neither one of his parents cooked.  Breakfast and lunch were whatever whenever for all three of them but dinner? You better be sure you were at that table before the plates were set down or you could go without (and Tony got a slap from his father when he’d observed that rule only seemed to apply to him).  But on the nights he was sent to his room, Jarvis would slip upstairs, later, with a sandwich or, on really rough nights, a couple of hotdogs.  Favorite cookie: Those Christmas wreath ones made with cereal and marshmallow with the cinnamon candies.  Favorite animal(s): he likes all animals but if he had to pick one for a pet he’d get an iguana.  Favorite music: well duh lolol.   
Stephen Strange: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American (borrowed from Benedict Cumberbatch’s ethnicity and adding the American) Faith: Originally atheist but now closer to Buddhist.  Smoker:  Never.  Even prior to becoming a sorcerer he has always been conscious of what he takes into his body; especially given the history of cancer on his mother’s side of the family.  Alcohol:  Wine, occasionally, though he isn’t really a social drinker per-say.  Favorite food:  The spicy shrimp and pork dumplings from a Thai place in Midtown.  Favorite cookie: Hmmm.... not a big sweets guy but he won’t turn away a few ginger-pecan cookies with coffee.  Favorite animal(s): dogs - unequivocally.  He had a border collie growing up on his family farm in Nebraska.  Favorite music: please don’t make this poor man actually have to choose.  
Steve Rogers: Ethnicity: Irish (as per comics) Faith? Irish-Catholic (as per the comics).  Smoker? Prior to the serum there was no way he could safely do so with his health issues.  After he started traveling with the performers all of the girls in the group smoked and he tried it out a few times but never developed a taste for it.  Alcohol: he drank A LOT - easy enough to do as it never had any real effect on him.  He enjoys scotch and bourbon (a taste he picked up from hanging around Howard Stark).  Steve seems to low-key always have the munchies (like most enhanced) and once Tony picked up on that there are always a variety of snacks scattered here and there throughout the compound (also of benefit for Bruce, Peter, Thor, and, later, Bucky).  Steve’s favorite foods typically remind him of his mother’s cooking.  While they’d never had much (especially after his father died) his mom could do a lot with limited supplies.  She used to make a fantastic meat pie with ground beef or tongue.  He hates SPAM.  They ate it in the Army, constantly, and just the smell will occasionally send him back to those days and not in a good way.  Favorite cookie?  Oreos.  He can clean up a family sized pack in like 10 minutes.  Steve loves animals but is especially fond of horses and dogs.  There was a dog in his unit in WW2 and Steve, like most of the other men, would share bites of his rations with it.  Steve is nostalgic about music from the 40s but finds that 70s rock really resonates with him.      
Bucky Barnes: Ethnicity: Romanian-American (borrowing a little from Sebastian Stan’s ethnicity) Faith? Possibly agnostic.  Smoker? Heck yes - both cigarettes and cigars.  Like Steve, the serum he received (via Hydra’s experimentation) means he gets to dodge the detrimental side effects of smoking.  Alcohol: He likes to drink but is almost exclusively a beer drinker.  He has a big appetite but refuses to eat around others if he can at all help it.  His favorite food is corned beef with cabbage.  Steve’s grandmother was an Irish immigrant and would make it every Sunday before the war impacted rations.  Since both Bucky’s parents were dead he’d often have dinner with his best friend.  Also, unlike Steve, he actually likes SPAM.  But then, arguably, he isn’t terribly picky about food in general.  Favorite cookie: molasses.  Favorite animal(s): birds - eagles in particular - though he doesn’t look too deeply at the psychology of their ability to just fly away.  Needless to say a crafty observer might spot a former Winter Soldier tossing seeds towards the pigeons.  Favorite music: He’s pretty eclectic though he shies away from anything too loud like death metal.  He finds classical very soothing.       
Peter Parker: Ethnicity: Mixed American-Scandinavian-German-ish Faith: Protestant upbringing but unsure where he currently stands. If pressed he’d say he’s “leaving his options open” Smoker?  “Oh gross!” Alcohol: “Um, too young to drink, thanks! But if I WERE to... you know, try it just to taste it there was this mudslide at one of Flash’s parties that was super good...” Favorite food: spaghetti and meatballs.  Lots of meatballs.  Favorite cookie: chocolate chocolate chip with chunks.  Favorite animal(s): NOT spiders.  And NOT birds given how many rooftops he’s traversed layered in pigeon ick.  He’d probably say cats.  Favorite music: The B side of techno rock - especially Depeche Mode.
Peter Quill: Ethnicity:  Half mixed American and half celestial.  Faith: His Dad was a god and he killed him so he figures he probably isn’t on the best terms with the Big G God should He... or She... or Them... be out there.  Look he just wants to do his thing and cause a little trouble without mixing it up with any other celestial types but if they DO wanna throw down he’d like to point out that he’s 1 for 1 and willing to rumble.  Smoker: He would not say no to a really good cigar and may have possibly lifted a case from Yondu’s stash when he struck out on his own.  Alcohol:  Anywhere any time and in large quantities.  Favorite food:  A thick steakhouse bacon burger with potato chips right on the patty.  Extra cheese please!  Favorite cookie: He’s a simple guy with simple tastes.  classic chocolate chip no frills no fuss and fresh from the oven.  Favorite animal(s):  He likes dogs - who doesn’t like dogs?  But he really likes cows.  Just maybe don’t mention the burger thing.  Favorite music:    
Thor: He’s a Norse god of legend so I figure we can forego the ethnicity/faith questions lol.  Smoker: He has never understood this human custom nor has he felt any inclination to try it himself  Alcohol: Beer, mead, and anything capable of knocking him on his ass.  Favorite food:  chili with ghost peppers.  Though nowhere near as hot as the fire chilies of Muspelheim (which would be instantly fatal for humans so its just as well).  Favorite cookie: strawberry cheesecake with macadamia nuts.  Favorite animal(s):  It’s a tossup between bilgesnipe and whales.  Favorite music:  The mighty horns of battle!  He also enjoys old school country, much to Tony’s disgust.  The story aspect of that music is what appeals to him.
Bruce Banner: Ethnicity: Italian-American  Faith: Catholic in his childhood; currently Atheist or maybe agnostic.  Smoker: He tends to avoid any substances for, you know, obvious reasons.  Alcohol: See previous.  Favorite food:  Waffles with sliced mango.  Favorite cookie: Oatmeal.  Favorite animal(s):  Mantis shrimp - “did you know they can generate so much power in their attacks that they can briefly super-heat the water up to 7,700 °C??”  Favorite music:  Indian- especially Krishna Bhajan.    
Clint Barton: Ethnicity:  Mixed European-American and Panamanian.  Faith:  His parents were both Protestant but he’s never latched on to any specific faith and hasn’t really devoted a lot of thought on the matter.  He has a sorta loose idea of “maybe something out there” but that’s all the further he’s gotten on the subject.  What he tells anyone who asks it’s that his religion is coffee.  Smoker: Briefly when he was a teen.  Alcohol:  Beer - he’s a fan of dark lager.  Favorite food:  Coney Island dogs, Pizza, and pickle flavored potato chips.  Favorite cookie:   Monster cookies with the mini M&Ms.  Favorite animal(s): Dogs  Favorite music:  80s rock and some country.
Natasha Romanoff: Ethnicity:  Russian.  Faith:  She was not given much choice when younger and was raised as “state atheist” (per comics).  In the years since escaping that life, however, she has tried to discover more about herself.  Her parents were both Russian Jewish and there has been a pull to discover more about that faith - especially since meeting Wanda - who is Jewish.  Smoker:  No.  Alcohol: Some vodka - that’s a given.  But she actually prefers wine; and honestly her favorites are wine spritzers.  Favorite food:   Favorite cookie: Krumkake filled with creme and berries.  Favorite animal(s): Favorite music:  Overall she listens to a pile of little-known bands and whomever is playing at whatever bar in whatever city she happens to be in.  She also is a huge fan of old school Spice Girls.
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earthyorangeaid · 4 years
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Culture ❣️
Disclaimer: I realized this immediately after posting, but a lot of this is more specifically Asian/Latin/Balkan American, but any points from international folk are welcome too
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Through culture clubs and friends I’m slowly discovering that Relatable Romanian/Eastern European Things™️ seem to also correlate with a lot of Asian and Latin Relatable Things™️. For example:
- tiger balm and Vick’s vapor rub are the cure for literally everything, what is medicine?
- you have in house slippers and out of house slippers and if you wear your house slippers outside you now have two pairs of out of house slippers
- sleepovers are only allowed at your own house if allowed at all, but you don’t want them at your house so you just never ever have them
- everyone waits for everyone to get their food before eating, and the kids usually wait for their grandparents/parents/aunts/older cousins/childhood neighbor/friend who’s like an older sibling to start first
- everybody gets a nickname that’s either an inside joke or a cutsie version of their name. For example, my mom’s name is Garyfallia and everyone in my family and all her Greek friends call her Litsa as short for the cutsie version of her name Garyfallitsa. Mine is Ceai cause it’s a mockery of my nickname in the states “T” and my best friend Michele is Porota , “little bean,” for no reason other than it’s just cute. (I could go on forever all my cousins and Latin and Asian friends share this experience )
- If you live near your family youre all in the same neighborhood/city. If not, you live on the other side of the world from each other
- football. That’s it.
There’s tons and tons of examples but those are just a few. I think it’s really interesting how eastern (honestly more specifically Romanian) culture is so heavily influenced by the most prominent cultures on either side of them. There’s no current direct correlation between the three cultures in modern day aside from media, music, and fashion and whatever else but somehow a lot of the things relatable to me and my Balkan friends and family is also relatable to Latin and Asian folks and I think it’s really cool we can all share that.
Here’s some other blakan (again more specifically Romanian, it’s the part of my family’s culture I’m most familiar with) that I don’t know if they’re relatable to any other cultures but they seem pretty prominent in mine.
- having wet hair in a draft/air conditioning will give you a cold and you will DIE according to your bunica
- rice and cabbage is in fucking EVERYTHING and I’m not a big fan of cabbage so I just eat my body weight in rice half the time
- three words: COZONAK, BAKLAVA, PAPANASI. If you know you know, if you don’t look it up
- your house is always full of alcohol. Half the time, it’s home made out of a large plastic container that was originally used for like, nuts or cereal in a market or something
- nail salons and air conditioning fixing are the pretty typical for your grandparents/parents fresh off the boat stories if you’re an immigrant or first generation citizen (I’m first gen and my grandma eventually got to own the nail salon she started working at when she moved to New York)
- you HAVE to wear socks or inside slippers in the house while sick, if you don’t visit bullet point 1 👆🏼
- school is everything. You don’t get to hang out with friends or have sleepovers or go on fun road trips with friends bc school is all that matters, also your parents probably haven’t met anyone else’s parents so going to their house is immediately not allowed. But your house isn’t an option either cause you grandparents live with you, or you just don’t want to deal with your parents being nosy :/
- this one I never experienced cause my parents are Cool and Hip but boyfriends?? Uh uh
- past a certain age (especially if your grandparents go with you) you gotta wear a head scarf to church. But also sometimes I like to wear head scarves outside of church cause they’re comfy :)
If anyone would like to add soemthing to either list in a comment that’s super welcome!! Also if you’d like to make your own list of prominently relatable things from your own cultures, that’s super cool too!!! I love learning about other people’s cultures and lives, I feel like we get to spread a lot of love by relating to each other through culture ❤️
I realized this immediately after posting, but a lot of this is more specifically Asian/Latin/Balkan American
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bo0zey · 4 years
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Pick your favorite questions from the list.
i will do them all for u 0.o
1. Name cianna [see-ah-nah]
2. Nationality mexican irish german romanian hungarian french
3. Age 20
4. Birthday december 17, 1999
5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) sun: sagittarius; ascendant: leo; moon: aries
6. Gender female
7. Sexuality uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i will willingly kiss either gender
8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) /tagged/my-face or u could just google pictures of fat rats
9. What do you/did you study? I’m currently a sophomore nursing major!
10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I’m currently a microbiology TA and I love it :) My dream job would be something with animals, like a vet tech or veterinarian
11. Your birth order i’m the oldest!
12. How many siblings do you have? 2 younger brothers
13. Do you have good relations with your family? my mom was my best friend, my dad and i get along better now that i’m in college, my brothers and i get along pretty well & we’re staring to get closer now that they’re getting older n growing up n developing their own personalities lol
14. How many friends do you have? errrr idk this is a hard question. i have a lot of acquaintances but i’d say i have maybe like less than 10 real friends??
15. Your relationship status single :D
16. What do you look for in a SO? funny!!!!!!!!!must be humorous!!!!and sarcastic and a little weird w darker sense of humor so we can laugh n be dumb together!!!!!!! also i would like them to be kind to me and those around them bc mean ppl suck. also they have to like animals. also i would like them to be loyal and trustworthy and 110% in love w me. and for physical stuff idk kinda attractive but NOT CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE like i personally don't really like the typically ‘attractive’ person??? 
17. Do you have a crush? currently in love w the cute chinese boy who lives across from my dorm room even tho i have never even spoken to him n he is totally unaware of my existence!!!!!!!! hahah oops :D
18. When did you have your first kiss? i mean technically 3rd grade i think but that doesn't really count so like maybe 16????
19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? i mean in the long term i would definitely like to have a serious relationship but at the moment i’m only into casual stuff bc my heart isn't ready to be broken again sknfkjdbnkjd
20. What are your deal breakers? errrr i’m not sure....cheating is a no no, ppl that are interested in fucking every single person they see is a turn off, DUMB PEOPLE like ppl you can't even have a proper conversation with bc they're so DUMB, and ppl who r mean/judgmental/arrogant
21. How was your day? ok! accidentally slept thru my math class but caught a glimpse of my crush across campus when he was abt to smoke a cig and i got chipotle n i online shopped a ton from shein
22. Favourite food & drink deep dish spinach pizza from giordano’s & orange vitamin water
23. What position do you sleep in? i fall asleep on my left side hugging a body pillow
24. What was your last dream about? ate a braid of hair and inside the braid was bacon
25. Your fears not going to make it thru nursing school, not being financially stable as an adult, not having a family of my own, probably more but those r currently top 3
26. Your dreams i don't have any idk....maybe having like a house of my own and having as many animals as i want?? and i would like a loving partner with a daughter of our own
27. Your goals survive nursing school and lose 40 pounds and don't die before my cat
28. Any pets? i have a dog named cherry Cola, a cat named Leto, and a betta fish named Perc
29. What are your hobbies? writing stories about people in love, listening to music
30. Any cool places in your area? in my college town??? NO it sucks. in my hometown??? Not really it’s a small lil village with only restaurants and parks. but at home i’m near downtown chicago so that’s cool i guess
31. What was your last awkward situation? the first thing that comes to mind is my FIRST and so far ONLY encounter with my crush. we live in the same dorm building and i was wearing my nursing scrubs and had no make up on and about to go upstairs to my dorm, and then i heard footsteps and i was like ‘hahaha what if its my crush’ AND THEN HE FUCKIGJNG appeared from down the hallway to go back to HIS DORM [which is RIGHT ACROSS FROM MINE] and i literally STARED at him, then threw open the door and RAN UP THE STAIRS LIKE I LITERALLY DIDNT EVEN HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR ME AND HE WAS LIKE SO CLOSE BEHIND ME I WAS JUST SO NERVOUS MY FLIGHT OR FIGHT RESPONSE TOOK OVER AND I FUCKING FLED I LITERALLY RAN AWAY FROM HIM I AHTE MYSELF SO MUCH IM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!
32. What is your last regret? errrrr idk i regret a lot of dumb things.......
33. Language/s you can speak English n a LITTLE bit of Spanish
34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) i’m really into zodiac stuff and i have got to say they are pretty spot on in accuracy idk
35. Have any quirks? ummmm ofc!!i am the quirkiest person i know hajnjfxbkjx like if u asked my roommates/friends they’d probably be better at answering this than me bc i don't see anything abt me as quirky but they always tell me i am quirky and do weird things but idk man I'm just existing 
36. Your pet peeves err idk currently its ppl that constantly brag about dumb shit
37. Ideal vacation somewhere warm with me + the ocean + the loml + unlimited alcohol
38. Any scars? yeah :D both emotional AND physical!!!!
39. What does your last text message say? ‘ok thats a more than fair statement’
40. Last 5 things from your search history how many carbs should i eat, chipotle bowl calories, is the grim reaper the angel of death, ceftriaxone adverse effects, red man syndrome
41. What's your [device] background? lockscreen is a peach-theme background i made and home screen is my weight loss goals
42. What do you daydream about? the characters in my stories.................and being skinny 
43. Describe your dream home pretty brick house??? flowers outside??? 3 floors--main floor, basement and upstairs??? 3 bedrooms n 3 bathrooms maybe??? master bedroom has its own bathroom!!! and open concept main floor. big kitchen and very homey n warm all around. as for like an apartment i want something cozy and aesthetically pleasing and warm 
44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion i don't have a religion but if ppl do have a religion then thats not my business
45. Your personality type entj but only bc i got 3% extraverted; i am very closely related to intj tho n i think i fit that one better
46. The most dangerous thing you've done uhhhhhh probably operating a vehicle while high out of my mind. definitely the dumbest thing i ever did 0/10 would recommend anyone ever doing that
47. Are you happy with your current life? its ok but it could probably be better. i want to be done w college and skip to the part where i have a successful career and my own home and i can lay up w the loml every night
48. Some things you've tried in your life alcohol???weed??gummy edibles....
49. What does your wardrobe consist of? sweaters/sweatshirts/leggings
50. Favourite colour to wear? black, maroon, peach, purple, gray, idk
51. How would you describe your style? oh jeez idk i wear whatever i want so like e-girl when i really try and basic white girl when i don't care
52. Are you happy with your current looks? no i hate everything about myself lol
53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? more freckles on my face....also be thinner n have longer hair
54. Any tattoos or piercings? my nose and septum are pierced!
55. Do you get complimented often? kinda by my friends but i always yell at them to stop so they don't compliment like as much bc they know i hate it but they still do it sometimes idk
56. Favourite aesthetic? i wanna be an e-girl yo!!!!!!!!! 
57. A popular trend that you dislike nobody has a crush on me and i hate it
58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? pied piper by BTS
59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like. anything by BTS lol i used to like be embarrassed for how much i like k pop but now i don't really care lol #stanBTS2020
60. Favourite genre? rap/r n b/alternative
61. Favourite artist/band/genre? i listen to every genre except country sooooooo yeah i really like billie eilish, BTS, the weeknd, juicewrld, lil nas x, trippie red, post malone,
62. Hated popular songs/artists? i don't rlly like selena gomez or justin bieber or taylor swift
63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 only - RY X i.f.l.y. - Bazzi novacane - frank ocean jungle - drake bang! - trippie redd
64. Can you sing or play any instruments? no and no
65. Do you like karaoke? no but i like to sing along to songs when I'm alone
66. Own any albums? haha noooo i got apple music son
67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? errr RARELY i used to listen to r n b stations tho
68. Favourite movie/series? idk donnie darko?? i also just finished tharntype n that was really good. also i liked tokyo ghoul. AND GIVEN IS REALLY GOOD
69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc i like horror/scary/paranormal/funny movies and i like love stories in books
70. Your fictional crush/es danny phantom, ken kaneki
71. Which fictional character is you? uhhhh idk...
72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so frerard, ryden, taekook, mewgulf
73. Favourite greek god? idk they all kinda suck but maybe hades
74. A legend from where you live that you like i don't really know any:(
75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? i like to look at art! i think van gogh is cool
76. Can you share your other social media? ig: ciannnna venmo: ciannnna
77. Favourite youtubers? i don't really watch youtubers but maybe shane dawson and emma chamberlain
78. Favourite platform? twitter
79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much time
80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? i once played GTA5 that was fun!
81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) idk i don't really read anymore:/ i was into the hunger games and the twilight series when i was young. now i kinda read online manga and i really liked BJ Alex and killing stalking. and like for online books the unholyverse series, a splitting of the mind, the anatomy of a fall
82. Do you play board/card games? no but i like to play checkers and uno and cards against humanity
83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? nopee
84. Favourite holiday halloween is cool also christmas is alright bc gifts
85. Are you into dramas? i’ve been getting into thai boys love dramas lol sue me
86. Would you use death note, if you had one? um YES.
87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? everyone needs to be a little kinder and have a crush on me
88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? absolutely not I'm not physically fit and don't have useful skills
89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? vampire duh [or maybe ghost]
90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? i want to see my mom
91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? idk something cool ... i love the name Daisy
92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? idk probably kylie jenner
93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo idk the alien? 94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true -im very productive with my time management skills -my favorite color is purple -i don't get nervous when I'm alone in public
95. Cold or hot? cold
96. Be a hero or be a villain? anti-hero
97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? sing if i’m good at it but if I'm not good then rhyme
98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting
99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?immortal
100. ..... or .....? ......?
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hellholland · 6 years
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Drunk Me is Stupid Me || Sebastian Stan x Reader
Hope you enjoy this shit! It took me a long time to write it. I’m not fully back on Tumblr and honestly idk when I will be, but in the meantime I’m trying to write for you guys. I’m currently working on part two of remember the pattern and a peter parker request that is insanely overdue. I hope this satisfies you even though it’s not Tom. xx -Ciel 
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[IMPORTANT: I’ve altered Sebastian’s age to about 26 for the sake of their friendship timeline and me being shit at math, but it’s still essentially 2018 so that’s a little reference thing]
 Knowing he could see your every move just made you shaky. Sebastian’s eyes followed you steadily, the one drink he had only knocking his perception skills slightly. At parties like this, he was usually watching out for you, as he had for years, but tonight was a different stare. It sent nervous shocks through your body. You were dancing, laughing, smiling, but your eyes betrayed your external feelings. Only you remembered your entire exchange from the previous night, which led to uncomfortable silence between you two since then. He didn’t know why you weren’t talking to him.
For him, some words could ruin  a relationship. In the near seven years of friendship you had, you’d only ever heard him say those make-or-break words to his mother, and in Romanian.
“Te iubesc.”
The day you asked him what it meant three years ago, he only replied “something special.” After sitting in on a few more phone calls with his mom and a Google translate search later, you figured out what it meant and why he refused to say it to anyone but his mother. I love you.
“Anyone you meet, you could lose them at any given moment. I know it sounds selfish, but I guess I’m scared to admit to such a powerful statement. There’s some people you’re kind of stuck with, like family, but you never know how long friends and lovers will stick around. You might think you know that person like the back of your hand, but humans are spontaneous. They say and do stupid things. I’m scared of giving up the control that comes with that sentence. If I keep the use of it limited then I don’t have to worry about giving a piece of me to someone who doesn’t reciprocate feelings...or someone who’s just temporary.” Sebastian rambled, kicking at pebble by his foot, the other foot bouncing up and down as he spoke. “I’ve lost people I said that to. Loving people, or at least admitting out loud it makes it real. It hurts.”
“I think you have to lose some of yourself to feel. There has to be a negative and you’ll have to give up things you don’t want to. I guess you have to go through a lot of bullshit to learn and find someone who won’t leave you. That might just be my opinion, though.” You replied quietly, your heart almost dropping after processing everything he said. Someone fucked him over.
You’d known him for maybe twelve years, best friends in high school, drifting apart after senior year. When you both ended up in L.A you reconnected for a bit, but about a year after he began dating his ex, he hardly talked to you. You’d recognized why and to an extent you understood why he stopped, but it still hurt you. They dated for nearly four years till she broke it off.
That was two years ago. He never talked about her, or rather refused to when you asked. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you knew you’d lose him. You didn’t want to ruin anything you had. He was your world and your one best friend. Why lose that because of a damn crush? Was he still in love with his ex? Would he actually feel the same?
“You look tired,” someone said in your ear, trying to get your attention over the music. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just got distracted. I’m fine, it might just be the drinks.” You turned, dragging yourself out of your mind to identify the voice. “Hi, Chris.” You smiled at him half-heartedly and gave him a hug.
“You’ve only had sparkling grape juice, (Y/N). You sure about that?” His hand rested protectively on your back, his head hanging close to yours so you could hear over the blaring noise. “I feel like you’re having other issues.”
Evans was concerned, he was uncharactiscally good at reading people. He was the peacemaker out out the Marvel friends and probably cared a little too much about how everyone was getting along. You guess this is an important problem to an extent.
Blackout drunk Sebastian confessing his undying love for you about eight hours after you got cheated on was a bit of a big deal. While three or four years ago you were completely sure of how you felt about him, there was the paralyzing fear that came with your jeapordizing your relationship. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him. There was something about loving someone that wasn’t available that was painful, but addicting. As long as one of you was off-limits, there was absolutely no risk of fucking everything up. He was safe. You were safe.
“Yep.” God, you hated confessing your problems. You bit your lip, looking up at him. His eyes were focused on you, eyebrows pulled together. “I did a lot of stupid stuff. I felt stupid stuff. Now I don’t know what to do, or how to feel, how to function. You know?”
He took a deep breath, pondering over his words carefully before replying. “Is it Seb?”
Someone saying his name, his nickname especially, out-loud made you wince. Just because you didn’t want to hurt him didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen. When Chris saw how you froze when he asked, he already knew.
“Damn. I can guess a little bit of what happened but I’m just gonna leave you with this because I know I can’t get involved at this point. He’s over her, your boyfriend was a douchebag and doesn’t deserve you or your mourning, and this has been going on for what, seven years? Just...talk. I don’t know. Yell or something. Even if it doesn’t fix things, you need to be open. Have discussion on the table, okay?”
“We were kids- I, I don’t know if it’s real? What if this is just gonna fuck everything up? I genuinely don’t know how it’d work? What if I’m still in love with Brendon? Or I’m not over him at least? I’m-”
“For the sake of everyone else, please try?” He looked at you expectantly, moving away slowly, taking your drink with his so you couldn’t hide behind it. “Take it slow.”
“I-I don’t know.” But he’d already walked away.
You stepped back, finding support against a wall, trying to think. You wanted him so bad, but you were only fearful. If you lost him, you weren’t sure you if you could recover. Brendon was a one-year denial relationship that obviously fell through, and somehow you managed to reject the trauma. Nothing was setting in yet, your brain was just a whir of panic and confusion.
Members of the MCU cast littered the room, talking and laughing, the other half of party-goers being staff and plus-ones. The enviroment was perfect, something you usually enjoyed, but with everything going on it only suffocated thoughts you were trying to sort through.
Sebastian was talking to three girls you didn’t recognize, smiling and scratching the back of his neck, his gaze flicking between his feet and them. Flirting.
Jesus Christ.
You spun away quickly and walked out of the party, bolting for stairs you only hoped would go to the roof. Just far enough till you could only hear muffled basslines, no voices or anything.
He kept looking for you, stealing quick glances, but you weren’t there anymore.
One steel door was positioned at the top of the staircase, hinting at a nice view of L.A and air that wasn’t tinged with alcohol. The clink of the metal door handle snapped you into reality as you stumbled forward, taking in everything around you. You swung your feet over the ledge, perched on the edge. There was a branch of the building only eight feet down, promising safety if you managed to fall.
He doesn’t remember anything he’s said to me, and he doesn’t know why I’m upset. I’m leaving him in the dark.
But I’m also in the dark. Everything came out of nowhere. Maybe it was because I was sobbing into his chest with a half-empty plastic Ikea cup of wine that spurred him to attempt to comfort me with his own confession?
I was a kid when I loved him, do I still? Is this dumb? I don’t know how to figure out my brain. I don’t know if any of this is reasonable. Am I the one messing this up or is it him? What if this is all a big mistake and I’m not gonna love him like that in a month? I was a little excited, but at the same time really terrified-
Fuckin’ incoherent.
You stood up, shaking as you paced the cement. Rapid ideas passed through your brain, only perpetuating severe stress. None of it made sense. What is even it? What the hell is going on? Fresh air wasn’t working.
“Goddamnit!” You shouted at the sky, arms thrown up in defeat. “Can someone just figure this out for me?”
“Figure out what?” A raspy, familiar voice asked.
You froze.
“(Y/N)?”
You didn’t want to turn around. You didn’t know what you’d do. Or what he’d do. Am I unecessarily complicating this? How convenient of Sebastian to show up now, it’s like a movie or some shit-
His footsteps grew louder till they stopped next to you, and you kept your eyes shut tight. He sighed. “Please talk to me?”  You could see him, messy dark hair, blue eyes and all, staring at the city lights and wondering how he messed up. What he did to make you mad. “I can’t lose you, too.”
Completely against your mind’s will, you scoffed. His eyebrows tightened, the left one slightly crooked up. Even though you still refused to look at him, you could tell exactly what he was doing. If you made eye-contact or anything, it’d make it real.
“Really?” He seemed to be taken aback based on the tone in his voice.
“How do you not remember? How do you-” You whirled around, a shocking anger bubbling in your chest. “You’re not gonna lose me, I don’t know - we might wreck everything we have as best friends but, God, I’m just kind of freaking out because I literally can’t process anything that’s happened in the past four days-”
“Hold on.” he was just as shocked as you but gripped your upper arms to try and steady you. “What do I not remember? Why would we wreck eve-” His eyes widened after a moment of silence before he dropped his hands from you and pressed them to his face. Realization settling in quickly. “Oh, fuck me.”
“I thought I was hallucinating or something, it’s only a little scary right? Nope! I kind of wanna cry and scream and hit someone right now but it’s fine, cause’ my brain is a fucking nightmare!” Your breathing was still erratic like the past twenty minutes, and nothing was changing.
“Are you drunk?” He inquired, hands sliding off his face, his eyes glossy.
“No but I think I’m having a panic attack, it’s all good--I’m just gonna sit down real quick.” You plopped down, not caring whether or not your dress got ripped or dirty. You kind of just wanted to sleep. You felt like you were just trapped inside your skin, unable to control anything or even your own legs.
“Okay, hey, hey (Y/N), you and me both, right? It’s gonna be fine.” He crouched down by you, hesitant to get too close. If it was any other situation, any other panic-attack of yours he might’ve even picked you up, but now he knew that you knew...
“I just don’t know why I can’t think. I could be happy and smart, but I’m not. Maybe I have a weird complex for all of this? Confused-complex?” You started laughing at yourself and your nonsensical rants. Sebastian didn’t.
He just sat with you, staring at you in concern. It was a slightly stressed stare, too. You couldn’t handle it, so you just shut your eyes again and leaned back, trying to steady your breathing. You tried and tried, so badly wanting to only see the backs of your eyelids. No other distractions. “Can I-” he reached out to you, his hands lightly grazing your back. Your muscles tensed and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.
When you stayed frozen he just wrapped you in a sort-of bear hug, pulling you onto his lap. “This doesn’t mean anything if you don’t want it to, I’m-I’m just worried about you.” He mumbled into your hair, where his chin and lips nearly pressed down and stayed there, but he pulled away.
“Au revoir, don’t be stupid,” Seb said, pressing a chaste kiss to the very top of your head. You laughed in response and didn’t whisper a word to try and keep your feelings contained.
This was a pre-date ritual; Sebastian’s blessing could only mean good luck. Anytime you did something big like this he’d end up hanging out at your apartment, waiting there for when you got back to hear every detail about how awful your date was-or nice, and on occasion he’d have to leave before you got back for ‘reasons.’
Every single one of those dates was just a cover-up and distraction. You’d completely convinced yourself you weren’t in love with your best friend anymore, but somewhere in the back of your mind, just a faint idea lingered. What if?
“I’m sorry,” you began, interrupting the silence that had grown between you two. “For all of this. For me. For making a big deal out of this and not talking about it like any other person would do.”
“Don’t be, I’m used to ‘you’,” he said, exhaling sharply as if he wanted to laugh but his heart wasn’t in it. “If it helps, I’m scared too.”
“Yeah?”
“Drunk me is really stupid.”
You paused before responding. “Drunk you is just honest. Honest with yourself and everyone else. Remember when you got drunk at Chris Hemsworth’s baby shower and cried because ‘babies are really cool and Chris is good at making them’?” You started giggling at the memory, earning your friend’s laughter too.
After a long breath he continued his thought. “I just feel like I fucked us up and lost you or something because you clearly don’t feel the same way, and-and this is all exactly what I was terrified of, I’m kinda out of my mind at this point-”
“Who said that?” You cut him off, your voice dropping to a whisper.
“Said what?”
“That I didn’t feel the same way...about you?”
At this he gently pulled you off his lap, but had you slightly turned so you’d be forced to look at him. “You’re serious? You’re not fucking with me?”
You shook your head ‘no’.
His hands went to his face again, and he tugged at his skin in excitement. The man rocked back onto his tailbone then to a standing position where he broke out into a smile. “Oh thank God,” and in his moment of pure relief, you could only awe at his features, his toothy grin, crinkled eyes and 5 o’clock shadow. “Holy shit...wait but then--why Brendon?” The actor sat down again quickly, eager to talk.
“Cause’ I was trying to convince myself that nothing was wrong and I wasn’t in love with you, because as long as one of us was not available I didn’t have the opprutunity to mess our friendship up I guess? That’s kind of my thing that’s stopping me. Being scared of losing you.”
“Why would you lose me?”
“Romantic relationships are unpredictable. I can’t flush the twelve years of my life with you down the drain if something were to happen, I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to hurt you.” You took a deep breath, your throat beginning to hurt with everything you were admitting. “An old friend once poured his heart out to me years ago. He said ‘I’ve lost people I said ‘I love you’ to. Loving people, or at least admitting out loud it makes it real. It hurts.’”
Sebastian’s face fell when he recognized his own words; a subject he’d mulled over hundreds of times. “I have a friend who said something like that, and you know what that friend’s friend said to him?” You smiled slightly at the response. “‘I think you have to lose some of yourself to feel. There has to be a negative and you’ll have to give up things you don’t want to. You have to go through a lot of bullshit to learn and find someone who won’t leave you.’”
“I can’t give you up Seb, I dont want you to be a messy breakup or the “bullshit”, I can’t lose you, I-”
“Then don’t let me be that okay? Maybe Brendon’s the negative, he’s the bullshit, what he did to you causes you to lose some of yourself, and-and now you can feel. Now you can figure it out.”
Your eyes were swelled up, a few tears trickling down your cheeks. He was desperate, trying to get of his words through to you, wanting any of them to work or be comforting.
“What if I’m the someone who won’t leave you, (Y/N)?” His voice was gentle now, pleading and tugging at your heart strings. He was sitting with his legs crossed over one another, and your legs were folded underneath you, your knees basically in his lap.
He gripped your hands, pulling them to his chest. Butterflies woke up in the pit of your stomach and your heart picked up. You looked up at him, finding his striking blue eyes in the dark immediately. They were scanning your face, then locked with yours. “One chance. That’s all we need. I’m just as scared as you are, but we can make it work. If I’m being honest  I’ve waited nine years for this, even when I didn’t know it.” one of his hands still held yours, but the other hand cupped your face, his thumb resting nearby your lips.
He looked beautiful. His cheekbones almost seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, and his mouth was pursed, still intent on watching you. The noise of the streets was only background noise in your ears, as you could only focus on his eyes. You felt like you were falling, or cliff-diving into them. Eyes you’d known for so long, but now it seemed like you could explore them even deeper.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” he whispered, teetering forward. You mirrored his movement, only slightly unsure of your actions.
God, he’s captivating.
You moved further, hands sliding to the back of his neck. His breath fanned your cheeks as you cocked your head to the side, trying to take everything in. His nose bumped yours till finally, his lips softly landed on yours.
It felt like an explosion in your chest, energy pounding through your body. His free arm wrapped around your back, willing you to press closer regardless of how you were seated. You wanted all of him, to be even closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, something you hadn’t done in since he’d fallen asleep in your lap after his breakup. That time it was in comfort, and now it was purely because you just could.
Together you moved in unison and synced movements till you felt him smile again, letting out a breathy laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Your lips curved upward when you heard him.
“Nothing’s funny.” He looked down, almost embarrassed.
“Then what is it?” Your fingers wandered up and down, linking together behind his neck.
“I’m kissing the fucking (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N),” he announced, radiating happiness. “And she said she loved me. Kind of indirectly.” He shifted forward so you rolled onto your back, him ending up on his hands and knees above you, kissing every part of your face he could, sending you in a fit of laughter.
“You’re gonna ruin your tux Sebastian,” you protested, shrinking up at his tickling touches. “That’s expensive.”
“I don’t care, but you might ruin your dress, so,” he leaned back, pulling you up by your hands, still glowing. “Should we-uh, head back downstairs?”
“I don’t really want to,” you said as he stepped towards you, wrapping one arm around your back, the other resting on the side of your neck. “But we should.”
“Five more minutes then?” The man suggested. “I forgot to tell you that you look really pretty, mostly because you weren’t talking to me but yeah, you do-”
“I’m gonna pretend that I wasn’t a bitch for a minute and that that didn’t happen, so, thank you.” You raised your feet a bit, leaning in to kiss him again eagerly. Your excitement only deepened, his arms tightening around you. He moved lower, pressing fleeting kisses to your jaw and neck, nipping slightly one or twice. By instinct, you tugged at his hair. “Sebastian…” you moaned quietly, eyes widening when you realized what you did.
He looked up quickly, surprised at first, then his shock quickly turned into a devilish smirk. “Well (Y/N), if you keep doing that I don’t know if I can do just five minutes, let alone go back to the party.”
“Then don’t.”
“I love that idea.”
“I love you.”
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anythingstephenking · 3 years
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Scooby Snacks
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Based on miscellaneous pop culture cannon, I feel like the “I came of age at my summer job at an amusement park” is an experience I really missed out on. If only I had lived closer to Canobie Lake Park maybe I could have been one of those kids. I’m tucking Joyland into the same category as Adventureland and Class Action Park, although this one has a ghost in addition to young boys losing their virginity.
I loved Joyland. Another volume in the Hard Case Crime imprint (like The Colorado Kid before it and Later, well, later), it doesn’t read like “stereotypical King”, in the best way possible. It reads like a trashy beach mystery whodunit, but with complex, well written characters you fall in love with. And based partially on aforementioned Canobie Lake, a New Hampshire amusement park whose “caterpillar” ride gave me lice in the third grade. True story.
What we have to chew on here is a page-turning-mystery. Our hero (we finally get a good guy after the miserable dickholes of Full Dark, No Stars) is named Devin and he’s just a lil peanut. He’s 21, but not a frat-boy 21, so he’s cool. He rolls down to North Carolina for a summer job at Joyland, running from a failed romance with his college sweetheart, Wendy. She’s not a factor in this book, but worth noting that she will give Devin a lil handy, but not the full monty. In college after dating for over a year! Wendy, girl. You should read Thinner and learn what handies can cause.
Devin settles in at a cute little beachside rooming house - his new landlady makes him a grilled cheese and I’m just sitting here thinking, mmmmm grilled cheese. He’s got new friends working at the park named Tom and Erin (who couple off real quick) and turns out the park is haunted because a woman was murdered there 4 or 5 years ago.
One of my favorite characters is Rozzie, a Brooklyn Jew who plays Romanian as a fortune teller at the park. She’s totally full of shit, but she’s got a few real prophesies for Dev, one that includes a boy and a dog.
Dev meets the boy with a dog while walking on the beach, along with his mega-hot mom, Annie. She’s 32 (cougar alert!) and a pretty rad lady. She escaped her southern religious family, including fire-and-brimstone preacher father, to go off to school and burn her bras. You go Annie. Her son is born with MS, which Annie’s father tells her is because of her lifestyle choices. Boo and fuck right off, Annie’s dad.
Dev and Annie have a very compelling little love story, and she takes his v-card, and we don’t get any awful descriptions of their love making like in 11/22/63, and for that I am thankful.
Eventually we learn who the killer is (who is actually a serial killer), the ghost of the park is released, and Dev ends his story as an old man, looking back on that crazy summer he had in his 20s at a North Carolina amusement park.
Ok seriously, there is a dog, a team of crime solving youngsters, and a big-fake out reveal of the killer. The fact that he didn’t say “and I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you kids!” was a true missed opportunity.
It only took me a night or two to crush this story. I had a lot of fun. Doctor Sleep is next!
9/10
First Line: I had a car, but on most days in the fall of 1973 I walked to Joyland from Mrs. Shoplaw’s Beachside Accommodations in the town of Heaven’s Bay.
Last Line: I wanted to see that, too.
Adaptations:
A TV adaptation has been in the works at Freeform since 2018 but I don’t see any recent updates on production. I’m too old to watch Freeform shows but that doesn’t stop me! Will keep my fingies crossed.
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chyteawrites · 7 years
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With Arms Wide Open-Heart and Home
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Summary: Part of the adoption process is having your prospective children live with you for 3 months. Well, the time has come for our favorite love birds to have a taste of their family. 
“Sebastian, I’m shaking.” I murmured, holding up my trembling hand. My husband looked over at me as he paced the kitchen floor. He stopped pacing and pulled me close to him, kissing the top of my head.
“I know, iubită. I’m nervous too.” Sebastian whispered. “Would coffee help, my love?” He asked and looked down at me, his eyes almost filled with tears.
“No. It’ll just make me jittery.” I mumbled and wiped the tears from his eyes before burying my head in his neck. We stood in the kitchen, whispering assurances and holding each other close. My heart nearly burst out of my chest when a knock on the front door startled me. I pulled away and ran to the door, swinging it open to reveal Lillian, Genevieve, and Aiden.
“Hi, guys!” I almost shouted at them, nerves taking over. I wiped my palms on my jeans to try and remove the sweat that was building up on them. My heart started racing and then was immediately calmed when Aiden’s arms wrapped around my waist. He looked up with that bright smile and hugged me tight, my eyes welling with tears at his beautiful face.
“Are you crying because you’re sad?” He asked me in a soft voice and Genevieve’s arms wrapped around me as well.
“No, sweetie, I’m not sad. I’m very happy. You two have brought me more joy than you can imagine.” I whimpered as Sebastian wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me.
“You’ve made us happy too.” Genevieve whispered and looked up at my husband with a nervous smile. His hand went to her hair and they looked at each other with so much love.
“I’m going to leave you guys. How about you show them their rooms?” Lillian suggested before walking out the door. I nodded and looked to Sebastian, tilting my head toward Aiden.
“Hey, baby. Why don’t you show Aiden his room?” I asked with a smile.
“Of course! Come on, my man!” Seb chuckled and took the little boy by the hand, leading him up the stairs. Genevieve followed behind me slowly, her hands fidgeting. I stopped in front of the door and waved her over with a kind smile.
I opened the door and ushered her in, trying to gage her reaction. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped. She was shaking either from anger or happiness, something I knew all too well.
“It’s so beautiful!” She finally exclaimed and jumped on the bed. “This room is amazing!” She added, running her hand over the teal blue quilt my family made for her.
“Do you really like it, Genevieve?” I asked her nervously as I sat on the bed next to her.
“It’s a room of my own. And my favorite color. It’s perfect.” She assured me, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tight. “And you can call me Evie or Eve.” She chuckled and tucked a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear.
“Evie, huh?” I pondered for a moment. “I like it. Is that what your friends call you?” I asked, receiving a bowed head in return.
“The few friends I’ve ever had do. It’s not easy to make friends when you move around all the time.” She muttered.
“I know, sweetie. But, if all goes well, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore.” I told her before pulling her in for a hug.
“My girls.” I heard Sebastian whisper. Both Genevieve and I looked up and smiled at him.
“Hey.” I croaked out as Aiden came over and climbed on the bed. He wrapped me in his arms and sat in my lap.
“I love my room, Corinne.” He told me sweetly. I watched Genevieve get off the bed and go over to Sebastian, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his stomach. I saw her lips move, but heard nothing. Sebastian’s tear filled eyes and quivering lip told me it must have been something sweet.
“I’m glad you like your room, Aiden.” I told him and tousled his hair with a giggle. Seb and Evie sat down on the floor, looking up at us. “I wanted to tell you guys something. I know it’s weird right now, but I want you to know I have never been so happy in my life. Except maybe the day I married this man.” I chuckled and Sebastian took my hand with a loving smile.
“What should we call you guys?” Genevieve asked with a big grin.
“As long as whatever you call me when I’m within hearing range is respectful, I don’t care.” I responded plainly.
“Same goes for me. But a bit of advice: she has amazing hearing, so watch what you say.” Sebastian beamed that megawatt smile at me.
“I think ‘mom’ works the best for you.” Aiden told me and my heart stopped for a moment. The world disappeared as that word, that name, echoed in my mind. I felt my heart racing and voices sounded muffled. My eyes filled to the brim with tears. Happy, joyful tears, threatening to spill over.
“Rin! Baby!” Sebastian’s voice finally pulled me out of my trance, his fingers snapping next to my ear. I pulled Aiden to me and held him tight, his head resting on my chest.
“I’d love it if you called me that.” I whispered and kissed the head of hair that rested against me. The cheeks puffed out, his lips curling into a sweet smile.
“So cute.” I heard Sebastian and Genevieve say together. I looked over and saw them staring at us, Evie sitting in front of Seb and her hair being braided.
“He’s a total momma’s boy.” Evie smiled back at Sebastian and then back to me.
“I totally understand. I was too, at that age.” My husband went back to braiding her hair and looked at me.
“Still is.” I coughed jokingly and smiled at him. I saw his tongue stick out and I couldn’t help but smirk. I never wanted to stop smiling.
“Hey, you guys hungry?” Sebastian looked to the kids and grinned.
“Yeah!” They exclaimed in unison and looked to both of us.
“I’m making tacos. One of you gets to go with Sebastian to the store and one of you gets to hang out with me.” I told them. Evie’s hand shot straight up, not even giving her brother a chance to vie for the opportunity.
“Come on, darling! We’ll let them hang out here and we’ll go get everything.” He giggled and patted her back as a signal to get up. She came over and hugged me before going to get her shoes on. Sebastian padded across the floor and bent down to kiss me, his lips smooth against mine.
“You know what we need. And please be careful. Wear your seatbelts.” I told him quietly. I didn’t want anything happening to them. Not when I just got her.
“Of course, iubită.” He murmured and kissed me again before kissing the top of Aiden’s head. “Love you guys.” He shouted as he bounded down the stairs.
“Love you too, baby!” I shouted back and was answered by a slamming door.
“Hey, mom. What does what he called you mean?” Aiden asked me with a curious glimmer in his eyes.
“It means ‘sweetheart’ Sebastian is from a country called Romania, so sometimes, he uses names for me in Romanian.” I explained as a pair of hazel eyes watched me with rapture.
“Do you like it when he calls you those names?” He asked and stood up in front of me.
“I do. Very much.” I answered with a smile before standing up myself. “How about we go downstairs and start cooking?” I asked and held my hand out. Aiden slipped his hand in mine, the skin smooth, and started walking with me downstairs.
We got to the kitchen and I turned on music as we started cooking. Aiden laughed as I twirled him around the kitchen and tried to sing in Spanish.
“Is that Enrique I hear?!” Sebastian shouted. I looked through the hallway and smiled as Seb and Evie carried grocery bags.
“Mom is a good singer!” Aiden giggled, setting a plate down on the table.
“I know she is, even though she doesn’t think so.” My husband chuckled and started chopping some of the vegetables for tacos.
“Do you like to sing, Evie?” I asked and looked as she helped her brother set the table.
“I love it. I was in choir at school.” She answered with a smile and a bright blush on her cheeks.
“Really? That’s amazing!” Sebastian exclaimed and started taking some of the food to the table. He looked so natural, being with them. This all felt so right. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I thought as I brought the rest of the tacos to the table.
“Alright, everyone. Let’s eat!” I told them and sat down. Aiden and Genevieve told us stories and laughed, filling the house with a sound I’d been longing to hear.
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katoktm3 · 7 years
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My Gypsy World
My Gypsy World To many almost, what ifs and maybe laters to explain...but a train a bus and a walk got me to my gypsy people! Saying gypsy is like saying the N word in US...but our host, Klara, the rebel gypsy, insisted...should say Roma...politically correct...but she only used gypsy. Things we learned about gypsies Marry at 13 or 14. Arranged... School for girls until they can read and write... The difference between girls having sex at 14 with gypsies and other girls in the world is that when they have children at 16, the father takes care of the family and the family all raises the child..... Our host had first child before 18, she is now 26.. divorced twice and has two children Her sister is 16 and married..our host made all the dresses but they were stolen off the clothesline after her mom washed them. She only has friends in their 40's or more because she hates gossip and is educated from all the tourists...she doesn't dare talk about Clinton and trump with people her age. She is the Vera Wang of the gypsies...all go to her and her mom for dresses...skirts Grandma kept serving us beer and was upset we didn't eat the potatoes and chicken No indoor plumbing but beautiful house! Out back was outhouse, chickens, dogs, etc...We ate the chicken Gypsies have caste system similar to India, she would only marry in same caste and if family was reputable and good in community.. her caste are not thieves or baby thieves...they average 8 children, Romanians average less then 1. The children learn Hungarian at school and gypsy at home ..English from tv. The tv show Dallas was a prompt for Revolution...after the people saw what money could buy...but Caroline and I wonder how they saw Dallas? They meet other Romas at weddings and funerals?..not in town She is a feminist and the black sheep..would love to back to school but no time ...mother, dress maker, house keeper, tours...so she is getting drivers license She lived with her second husband in Germany. , but he got in a car accident and was in hospital for three months...her sister in law didn't allow her to leave hostel for fear of being rapped by the Turks Her sister in law was "ugly inside and out...she was black". What does that mean, I don't know. Her dad is lutheran, her mom Jehovah's Witness and most gypsies are Pentecostal or 7th Day Adventist...she is not baptized but would never get a blood transfusion (JW) Gypsies don't get married legal,y so they don't get divorced legally except her second husband who she had to spend €5000 to divorce So many other things to explain...it was really fascinating... but after we walked around the town and had dinner we went back to the hotel. The host Started us drinking... more to that story tomorrow it's a good one!
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Samantha
Where are you from? Oregon, but born in West Covina, CA
How would you describe your race/ethnicity? Mexican, Lebanese, Yaqui, Prussian, Costa Rican, Czech
Do you identify with one particular aspect of your ethnicity more than another? Have you ever felt pressure to choose between parts of your identity? I feel more Costa Rican and white than anything. I have never felt pressure to choose between the parts, but I have been told what to identify as by friends before. I was made fun of (and would make fun of myself) for being Mexican, though I never looked Mexican. My mom was just from there, and we would visit every six years or so to see family. But I never have felt like I could identify as Mexican since I never had a relationship with my Yaqui grandfather. I didn't even know my grandfather's side or where they came from until recently. The same goes for my grandmother's side. Five years ago I found out my ancestors on my mom's side came from Lebanon (and Spain). This was a huge surprise to me. I never once was told by my parents that my siblings and I were part Arab. I look more Lebanese than anything, but since I have lived in Costa Rica and met distant family there, I feel more Costa Rican. I feel more white as well because I grew up around mostly white kids and their parents (or adopted kids from Thailand and their white parents).
Did your parents encounter any difficulties from being in an interracial relationship? I think my mom had to deal with a lot of racism for being from Mexico when getting to know my dad and his family (Prussian, Costa Rican, Czech). My Costa Rican grandmother once said about my mom: "She is Mexican, but she has a nice face." I knew it was not my grandmother alone who was racist, but instead it was the influence of living in Los Angeles during the time. Maybe she would have said the same thing if living in Costa Rica all her life, but I have a strong feeling it was more the culture in Los Angeles, CA. There was tension between my mom and dad partly because of the racism and discrimination, but I think their issues had more to do with previous abuse by their parents.
How has your mixed background impacted your sense of identity and belonging? It has given me the desire to do more research on my family tree and travel and live in the places where my ancestors came from. I learned Spanish because I wanted to understand my family in Mexico. Living in Costa Rica helped me heal a lot, as well as Spain. I felt closer to my grandmother after living in Costa Rica, and closer to my ancestors after learning about them from my mom's aunt in Mexico. I feel frustrated that I was not told we were Lebanese for so long. I had to find out on accident it seemed, from my mom's aunt. I feel less and less like I belong in the U.S that's for sure, and I have the desire to keep living in other countries to feel whole. I am knowledge hungry and wanting to learn Arabic at times. But then I am lost and feel like I don't really belong anywhere.
Have you been asked questions like "What are you?" or "Where are you from?" by strangers? If so, how do you typically respond? Yes, I have been asked this by many, stranger or no stranger. I typically respond like this: "I'm a mutt" or "My mom's side is indigenous from Mexico, Yaqui. Her ancestors also come from Spain and Lebanon. My mom's from Mexico. My dad's side is Prussian, Costa Rican, and Czech, but he and his dad grew up in the U.S. His mom was Costa Rican and Czech."
Have you experienced people making comments about you based on your appearance? Yes and no. In high school it was more based on where my mom was from like, "you smell like burritos because you're Mexican." In college when I knew I was part Lebanese, a lot of foreign exchange students from Arab countries noticed my nose and would be able to use my nose to say whether I was Arab or not. One person I met on the spot asked me if I was Lebanese and I asked him how did he know that and he responded by pointing to his nose and smiled.
Have you ever been mistaken for another ethnicity? Yes, Romanian, Italian, and one time Jewish.
Have you ever felt the need to change your behavior due to how you believe others will perceive you? In what way? I changed my behavior around Arab students in college. I wouldn't wear revealing clothing as much around them. I remember covering up more out of respect for their culture and what they are used to.
What positive benefits have you experienced by being mixed? Having the desire to live in other countries and experience various cultures. Expanding my world view. Learning Spanish. Understanding at an early age what poverty looks like in other countries. More job opportunities have been given based on my ethnicity and Spanish. Feeling like I belonged somewhere ethnicity wise for the first time when I went to Morocco.
Have you changed the way you identify yourself over the years? Yes, I used to think of myself as not white, culturally white, not Mexican. Now I see all the parts and have taken more pride in identifying with all of the places my ancestors came from.
Are you proud to be mixed? Yes
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