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1x1 writing blog of dearmass multi-muse. warning: i tend to prioritize naps over replies *craig middlebrooks voice* i know it's not ideal, but it's who i am ella she/her; 23; gmt-3;

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prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not. 

AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:  

“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ”

“  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“  i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose.  ”

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ”  

 “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  

“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ”  

“  hey you want me to kill that guy for you?  ”

“  i just need to get this shit done.  and i trust you to help me do that.  ”  

“  you’re hot.  and i’m bored.  ”  

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ”

“  i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing.  or a light beating.  will that cheer you up?  ”

“  i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit.  so you in?  ”

“  yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing.  give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two.  ”

“  i banged it out and now i feel great.  next question.  ”

“  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS: 

“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

“  how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” 

“  you should’ve seen the look on their face.  it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great.  ” 

“  i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going.  ”

“  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ”

“  if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ”

“  you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now.  ”

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ”

“  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”   

“  hey i got something for you look!  ”   *holds up middle finger* 

U MIGHT GET PUNCHED: 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”

“  you can’t solve every problem with your fists.  ”  

“  i’m not here to talk about me.  what the hell is going on with you?  ”

“  you think i don’t notice but i do.  i can tell something’s wrong.  ”   

“  i can see beneath your smile.  ”

“  why won’t you just tell me the truth?  ”

“  what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

“  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ”

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( @goodintcntions​ )

There were days when Jacob couldn't tell night from day or Mondays from Saturdays. He hated to admit it but maybe he's turned into a workaholic, but that was a good thing, right? That meant he liked his job, and that was something he never thought would happen again. Not after his career as a tennis player came to an abrupt end just when he was at his peak, yet here he was, doing something he liked. Unfortunately, that meant Jacob had neglected some personal relationships and since today was his day off (against his will) he thought of paying a visit to an old friend.

He stopped at the boutique and hoped Emma was there since he hadn't really called or texted her to let him know he was planning to stop by. A smile graced his features as soon as he saw her. "Hey there," he said as he coyly approached her. "I know, I know... I've been a terrible friend. You don't have to tell me." He truly felt bad for not having called her in what seemed like years even if it probably had been just a few days or a couple of weeks. "I'm here to ask for your forgiveness and as proof of my repentance, I'm here to take you out for lunch."

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( @goodintcntions​ )

Blind dates. Just the thought of them sent a shiver down his spine, yet here he was, standing in front of a restaurant waiting for someone he'd never seen but had been described by his friend as 'the perfect girl for you'. Funny how his friends seemed to have a better idea of what his perfect girl was like. In all honesty, Owen had no idea but that also meant he was open to all possibilities. He really hadn't prepared for this date, and while winging it seemed like a dangerous idea, planning ahead every topic of conversation seemed somehow worse. Nonetheless, the typical anxiety before a first date was there. It had been far too long since his last one.

Owen stood outside the restaurant, his gaze focused on his phone without doing anything in particular, perhaps waiting from a text from her. Another reason why he didn't like blind dates was the most obvious one because he had no idea how the other person looked like which meant he stood straight every time someone walked past just in case it was her. From afar he noticed someone, and without any backup evidence to support the hunch, he walked towards her. "Colette?" he asked, inwardly praying that he hadn't approached the wrong person.

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valeriedavis​:

Valerie loved coming to the bar, it had become a comfort for her after a long shift. It was a place she could come and cut loose and she didn’t have to be a doctor for a little. As much as she loved her job, it still took a toll. There was long hours, hard work, and of course there was hardships like the lives you couldn’t save. Here job required decisions that meant life or death but when she came here it was like she was just a co worker at the bar again. “Hey at least in Peds you get to hold cute babies. My interns aren’t cute babies.” She shrugged, though she knew she would hate if all she did was deliver babies and take care of kids all day.Valerie broke out with a laugh, “where did you hear that from? I mean we actually do use bananas.”

“I think it’ll be the best part of my night.” She smirked. Mimicking him she placed her arms on the bar leaning in, “I’ll be the envy of all the girls in the bar cause I’m the lucky one who you are carrying out out of here. All they get is a cab.” She smirked at him and let out a little laugh. It was true though, whenever they worked together girls were always giggling and flipping their hair as they waited for him to make their drinks. “I don’t know why I’m trusting you but.. let’s make it bartenders choice.” She said even with the mischievous look on his face. This wouldn’t be the first time he got her into a bit of trouble while drink. He could make a mean drink. “You know some days I do seriously wish I was back here. How about you go to Med school and come work with me. It would be a lot more fun.” She joked, she would love to work with Owen again. That being said she loved being a doctor, despite the long hours and crappy interns. 

Owen didn't understand a lot about medicine. He'd never been a science guy, in fact, until college he didn't even know what kind of guy he was. Numbers just seemed the most logical path to follow, after all, the language of numbers was universal. Of course, it was only matter of time before he got sick of them too. "Yeah, I suppose but you also have to deal with all the crying." Another thing he wasn't good at was holding babies. He loved babies like most decent human beings in this world did but he always felt clumsy and for some reason, babies always cried when he tried to hold them. It was just awkward. "What did your interns do this time?" he asked, a slight smile finding his lips as he shrugged. "I don't know, I think I watched it on a TV show. I didn't know if it was true, so does this mean that doctors are hooking up all the time in elevators?"

"You might going to be the envy of all the girls, but that means I won't be getting some generous tips tonight." It was a tale as old as time. Girls didn't like it when bartenders paid more attention to other girls, especially not to those who looked like Valerie. "Those interns truly must be awful because you have lost all your good judgment." He thought about what drink to prepare, something that was strong and maybe also something he hadn't prepared in a while. He finally decided to prepare a Long Island Iced Tea, after all, he was going to drive her home. However, he didn't make it as strong as it was supposed to be. Owen laughed at her proposition, shaking his head as he began measuring the liquors. "Let me think about it..." he mused as he started to shake the drink, "so you are saying that being at a hospital all night and dealing with human fluids is more fun than being in a bar, drinking and chatting with all these lovely people?" he said, smiling at Mr. Stewart who was too drunk to know what was happening. "I don't know, Val. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to decline that deal," he said, finally pouring the drink and adding the Coke. "Okay, so here you go. Trusting me was a terrible idea."

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valeriedavis​:

Val smiled but she couldn’t help but playfully rolling her eyes as he mentioned the doubt in her voice and reminding her that he had in fact warned her about surgical residents. He had told her many times, and she knew he was right. Surgeons were cut throat, and she had to admit the competition only made her strive to be better. Which she did like, but there were times were it wore her thin. “Yes, yes. I know… You were right, is that what you wanted to hear?” She laughed, before she let her self into his office. She did wait for his invitation in case he was in the middle of something more important, but she usually had the tendency to make herself comfortable in his office. She couldn’t imagine acting like this with one of her attending’s, but she could with Jacob since she was staying in the surgical wing of the hospital. “Am i suppose to lie down and tell you my life story?” She teased.

Val walked in picking up his cup of coffee taking a sip, “I’ve been up all night.” She said in an excuse for stealing his coffee. Though she joked about it before she did cross the room and lay down on his couch. “Well let’s start with did you see my shoes?” She asked incredulously, lifting her feet up in the air to show her overly sized crocs. “I had the worst night dealing with a couple of drunk idiots.. Which is why I’m wearing these horrid things.” She told him. Val had to admit laying here she could see how people could end up spilling their guts. “And neither of the other residents would help. They flat out refused cause they wanted better cases. Something that would lead to a surgery.” She huffed grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest. It frustrated her but deep down she knew the reason she was so angry about being stuck with a couple of drunks was because it meant she wasn’t going to get anything surgical.

A boastful smile graced his expression as he leaned back in his seat. "Being right feels so good. It truly is music to my ears." Frankly, Jacob was still a bit bitter that he hadn't been able to convince her to stay in Psych. She had been one of the best interns and he genuinely thought she had potential, but, alas, she already had her mind set on something different. However, he was pleased that she continued to visit him often. They were friendly, toeing the thin line of professionalism and camaraderie. Upon her question, he frowned and looked at his watch. "Actually, my session hours don't start until eleven, and I already have the whole day booked." He shrugged, shaking his head lightly before his serious expression was betrayed when a smile seeped in. "However, as a friend, I guess I can give you five minutes to let it all out."

"Sure, it's not like we are not surrounded by coffee machines," he replied when she grabbed his cup of coffee. "As a matter of fact, I didn't need to see them since I heard them." Gentle laughter weaved through his words. "Hey, hey, hey now! I know you are stressed but let's be honest crocs might not be the most pretty thing to look at but they are comfortable and after a night shift that's all you need," Jacob added before pressing his lips together, focusing on what she was saying. It was hard not to overanalyze what she was saying, after all, his brain was trained to do so. "Are you sure that's what upset you?" He questioned eyebrows arching upwards as he leaned forward, elbows now on the desk. "Maybe you also wanted a better case and listen, I don't blame you I wouldn't like to be stuck with two drunk guys who will probably spend the night throwing up their guts." Really he couldn't think of anyone who would like to spend their night that way. "All I'm saying is that maybe when you were an intern you also left someone with vomit in their shoes to go in search of something more exciting."

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sierra1x1s​:

♡  *  &  ;  ——–    More often than not,  she was the one who ran late for things,  she always did have a difficult time being punctual.  However,  this time around,  Phoebe had arrived on time,  and she sat awkwardly,  waiting for Alba to get there.  She had to admit,  she felt a bit like a failure,  after all,  this was the only wedding she’d planned where things didn’t work out,  she had an incredible success rate she was quite proud of,  and the fact that Alba’s marriage hadn’t worked out,  was something she found herself upset by.  She wondered why,  but she didn’t want to pry into the complications of divorce,  it wasn’t her place,  really.

Phoebe smiled once Alba made her way to the table she’d been waiting at.  She shook her head,  moving her hand slightly to indicate that it wasn’t really a big deal.    ❝  Oh,  don’t worry about it.  No need to apologize.  Trust me,  I’m late a lot of the time,  so it’s totally okay.  ❞    She shook her head in response to Alba’s question,  a small laugh escaping her lips.   ❝  No,  of course not.  I won’t judge at all.  In fact,  I’ll even join you.  I’ve always appreciated a good mimosa.  ❞

@magnoliaskept​

Since the divorce, Alba often found herself walking the thin line between happy and sad. It was not ideal but at least it was better than having a heavy heart, one that carried the weight of the beautiful memories that now were nothing but haunting nightmares. Today, however, was a good day. Seeing Phoebe brought him back to her thoughts, but she refused to let the memory of him ruin another day, he'd ruined enough already. Instead, Alba focused on the sound of Phoebe's voice which instantly brought a smile to her face. "I'm so glad we are on the same page," she said as she called the waiter and ordered two mimosas before turning her attention back to Phoebe. "I'm convinced that if people started to replace coffee for mimosas the world would be a better place," she added with a chuckle. She wasn't really serious as that would lead to a whole bunch of problems, but it was a fun idea and today she certainly needed something stronger and fresher than coffee.

"I'm so glad to see you again," Alba started, a smile cracking wide. She's been completely honest with that statement, it is not something she said just for the sake of being polite, she meant it. Perhaps her friendship with Phoebe would be the only positive that came out from the wedding the woman sitting across her helped planned. "How have you been? Any crazy bridezilla stories?"

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valeriedavis​:

Valerie felt like her shift would never end. They had a new round of interns and they were painfully dumb. She was sure that when she was an intern she was smart and looked a little less like a deer in head lights. Even the simplest of orders seemed to go right over their heads. It had been a busy night in the pit, she hadn’t had a chance to sit for her entire shift, every time she had gone to take a break someone would page her or one of her interns would have a stupid question and she’s have to go walk them through things. All she wanted was a really big drink at this moment. The second her shift was over she was out the door, leaving intern to finish the paper work for the day. At least there was one upside to having interns.

Valerie left the hospital and headed straight to the bar she used to work at. She hadn’t thought to text Owen so all she could do was hope he was going to be there. As soon as Valerie got there she let out a sigh seeing the familiar face behind the bar. She just laughed as plopped herself down in the bar stool. She hadn’t dared sit down till this moment for fear she wouldn’t be able to get back up. “Ha ha very funny. I don’t feel like a doctor, I’m a glorified babysitter.” She shook her head. “I got the worst interns. They just trail behind me like little ducklings who have no clue where they are going or what the hell they are suppose to be doing… It was a very long day, and I need a very strong drink to forget it” She laughed. “Also there is a very good chance I might not be able to get out of this stool and you will have to carry me home.” She half joked.

It was always nice to see a familiar face which is why he loved working as a bartender, it was full of them. Being a small town, it didn't long before Owen was able to recognize most of the regulars at the bar. However, Valerie was different because she was a friend. With other clients, Owen felt it was necessary to not let down his guard and the bar counter between him and the customers usually help as a reminder. He was there to pour them drinks and listen to them and while he was fond of some of them he needed to remember it was still a job. "Babysitter? I didn't know you were a pediatrician," he said with a chuckle, aware that she wasn't but just messing with her. "Well, they are residents, they literally have no clue what they are doing. Can't you just send them to suture a banana?" He didn't if that was a thing, it was just something he'd seen in Grey's Anatomy once.

"Is that bad?" He questioned with a quirked brow, moving to rest both of his arms onto the bar. "You know I usually just call a cab for those who can't leave the bar on their own, but since you use to be one of us I'll make an extra effort and carry you home." A gentle smile forming on her lips before slapping both hands on the counter. "Alright! A strong drink it is. Any requests or are you leaving that choice to me?" He asked with a daring tone and a cocky smile. "It looks like the hospital life is taking its toll on you. Don't you wish you would have stayed here with us?" His tone is playful but he doesn't really mean it. Valerie had moved on to better things and he was proud of her.

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valeriedavis​:

Valerie had been working in the pit all night. She had spent half the night trying to wrangle a couple of drunk guys who needed stitches. Her reward was having one of them throw up on her shoes. All the bitch work seemed to be getting thrown her way. The other resident Bryan had literally laughed in her face when she asked for assistance before going to find himself a more alluring case to work on and Anna had made up a very obviously fake excuse with her signature snooty smile before also leaving her. Once she finally managed to get both patients to sit still long enough to sew them both up and discharged, she headed straight to the showers.

Walking down the hall in a pair of crocs she had taken from one of the interns who’s feet must at least be two sizes bigger than hers. She squeaked her way down the hall to Jacobs office. After the night she had the last place she wanted to be was the residents lounge. When she arrived at his office door knocking as she opened it and popped her head in, “I need sanctuary!” She laughed “Are the Physic residents as bitchy as the Surgical residents? Cause if not I think I might switch after all.” She tossed her hands up dramatically, they both knew she wasn’t going to actually switch. She just liked to tease that she would. She done a rotation in Physic, all surgical residents had too. If it was as simple getting to work under Jacob she might have jumped ship. But her sights were firmly set on Cardio, even if her attending’s weren’t nearly as easy to work for as Jacob had been.

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Jacob like early mornings, mostly because that meant that he didn't have to pull an all-nighter and he could sleep at his own bed. Also, there was more to do throughout the day. He had arrived at the hospital at around 7:00 am and after a few cups of coffee, he went to round all his patients. Nothing out of the usual, he changed some treatments, and then had a short meeting with the nurses and other attendings. So far, the day was very calm but Jacob knew it was only a matter of time before an acute situation arose. He went to his office to do some tedious paperwork and drink his third cup of coffee of the day.

He was writing some new prescriptions when the door opened and a familiar face popped in. Leaning back in his chair, he looked at her and shook his head but he couldn't help the smile already forming on his lips. "Am I hearing doubt in your tone, Val?" he said, teasingly. "Didn't I warn you that surgical residents were bitchy? I believe I said it a bunch of times but did you listen to me? Nope, you ignored my advice." Jacob knew that trying to convince Valerie to do his residency in Psych was a waste of time. Her mind and heart were truly set on cardio, much to his chagrin. "Please come in, and make yourself at home." Not like he needed to extend the invitation, she already did it without it. "Alright, so what did the mean boys and girls from surgical do to you this time? I'm all ears! Literally, that's my job."

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( @sierra1x1s​ )

Who would have thought that the only good memory she had from her wedding was her wedding planner? When Alba first moved to Klover and ran into Phoebe it was, well, uncomfortable. She hadn't really seen her since the wedding and now here she was, without a ring on her finger... divorced. It wasn't far from the fairytale the two had planned out for her special day. Of course, maybe she should have known that everything was too good to be true, even back then she should have seen the red flags but, alas, she didn't.

She was ten minutes to their scheduled brunch, another reminder that she needed to start leaving her keys in the key holder. "I'm so sorry I'm late," Alba said as she sat down, hanging her purse over the back of the chair. "It's so good to see you. I feel like we have talked in ages." Her eyes scanned through the menu, a whole-heartedly smile blooming on her lips. "Will you judge me if I order a mimosa so early in the day?" She wasn't really asking for permission, it was her way to ask her to join her.

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( @valeriedavis​ )

Bartending was supposed to be a temporary job, something that helped him pay the bills while he explored his options and found his true calling. He'd changed many things in his life in the past years and his life was far from being steady but at least he had a job that gave some sort of balance to it. Those who knew the old Owen thought he was trying to reinvent himself when he first started bartending. His mother definitely still considered it a 'stopover' career, but the longer he did it, the more he enjoyed it. Often people would come to the bar and after finding out what he used to do before would say "I can tell you could be doing so much more." Few sentences annoyed him more than that one. Just the thought of going back to his old job made him feel the strains of the cubicle's confines. That life was behind him and he was not planning to go back.

It was a slow night, just some of the regulars were around and a small group at the back. With nothing better to do, he started flipping through the cash, and fingering the coins on the counter. For a slow shift, it was a pretty decent amount. He took half of the tips and gave them to the other bartender before telling him that he could go as he didn't think that this night would get any more active. Owen pocked his half and then started cleaning the counter, all while, poor Mr. Stewart kept complaining about his wife. "Maybe you should stop inviting random strangers to check out your garden, buddy," he said as a familiar face walked through the door. "Well, well, if it isn't but Dr. Davis," he said, a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone but only to tease her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he questioned teasingly with a chuckle, eyebrows arching upwards in amusement.

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➘ ° ★ ( ana de armas ) ? no, that's alba rivas they're thirty-two years old. they're female and use she/her. they identify as pansexual and their favorite song is the chain by fleetwood mac 

❛ Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies ❜

.basic information

NAME: Alba Carolina Rivas

AGE: Thirty-two

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female she/her

PLACE OF BIRTH: Boca Raton, Florida

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

OCCUPATION: Teacher

PERSONALITY TYPE: ESFJ

.background

her mother fled from cuba and her father immigrated from Spain with no friends or family and with only a few dollars. the two newcomers were matched by fate and just a year later they welcomed their daughter, alba.

life was not perfect at the rivas household, her mother worked cleaning the big and luxurious houses in Palm Springs and her father was a spanish teacher. 

despite understanding the meaning of classism from a young age, alba never envied those who had a lot more than her. in fact, her childhood best friend was the girl that lived in the house her mother cleaned. the two were inseparable.

because of her good grades, alba was granted a scholarship. she left florida and moved to new york where she got a job as a waitress.

it was during one day at work that she met someone that changed her life. she met another student while she was working who asked her out but she refused, however, he came back and did the same thing every night until one day she finally accepted.

one date turned into two and then three until soon people couldn’t see one without the other. most people thought they wouldn’t last, their personalities and values were too different. he came from a wealthy family, the typical spoiled kid that was set to inherit his parents’ fortune someday, the one that always featured on Page Six with a different woman every night. meanwhile, alba came from a working-class family, daughter of immigrants who always had to work to get what she had in life. despite the skepticism, they proved everyone wrong.

his family didn’t like her and things only got worse when they got engaged. the couple married only a year later and after alba’s graduation, they moved back to Palm Springs where they bought one of those houses alba always dreamed to have and the best part is that they were neighbors with her childhood best friend.

but all good things must come to an end, and soon her fairytale turned into a nightmare. the relationship with her in-laws was awful which eventually caused tension in their marriage. they began to fight more often and he started to spend more time in his office than home. however, she was determined to make their marriage work, a love like theirs couldn’t end like this, she wouldn’t allow it.

one day, alba returned to their home early and what she saw was heartbreaking. there he was, in bed with none other but her childhood best friend. heartbroken, alba refused to accept any of his excuses and immediately filed for divorce, to the joy of her in-laws.

she packed up her stuff and moved to klover where her parents now had relocated. she got a job as a teacher at the local high school and she’s been here for the past three years

.headcanons

she’s a bookworm. her favorite book is the heart is a lonely hunter by carson mccullers

she speaks fluent spanish

alba has a beautiful white persian cat named nube

she loves wearing handkerchiefs in her hair

her first love was hugh grant in notting hall

claims she’s allergic to strawberries, she’s not. she just hates them and that’s easier than explaining why

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➘ ° ★  chris evans  ? no, that's  owen cahill  they're  thirty-six  years old. they're  male  and use  he/him . they identify as  heterosexual  and their favorite song is  champagne supernova by oasis

❛ Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova in the sky ❜

.basic information

NAME: Owen Francis Cahill

AGE: Thirty-eight

GENDER/PRONOUNS: CisMale he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

PLACE OF BIRTH: Worcester, MA

OCCUPATION: Bartender

PERSONALITY TYPE: ISFP

.background

tw: alcoholism mentiom

owen was born and raised in worcester, ma. his parents, frank and helen  worked two or three jobs in order to pay the necessary bills and put food on the table. it was a struggle tbh, sometimes they didn’t have enough money for rent. it was so bad that to them frozen pizza was a luxury.

while it wasn’t the perfect childhood, owen thinks of it fondly because he had two loving parents and two younger siblings.

someone who was not happy about the family’s situation was his father. his dream was to see his goals turn into cold hard cash and get out of the vicious cycle of poverty.

‘good things come to those who wait’ and after years of waiting, his father met the right people, and soon enough, the family was trading their two-bedroom apartment in a rusty part of town for a beautiful residence in the suburbs.

freshly out of a private prestigious high school, owen now had to find what to do with his life. for the most part of his life, college never seemed like an option, his parents wouldn’t be able to afford it and the last thing he wanted was to become another student drowning in debt.

however, now it wasn’t only a possibility, it was an obligation. his father needed him to get a degree so he could run the business one day, and since he didn’t have a second choice, he did as told. four years later he graduated with a degree in finance.

he attended business school and then worked for his father’s company for a few years before landing a good job in an investment firm in nyc.

he was 32 and had enough money to do whatever he wanted, but that was the thing he didn’t want any of it.

TW: ALCOHOLISM | around that time, his personal life crumbled down. his mother left his father for another man and this led his father to find solace in the bottle.

the company that he worked so hard to build went bankrupt and now his parents and siblings relied on him to keep their lavish lifestyle.

eventually, owen got tired of everything. he was stuck in a job he hated, only because the money was good and he could continue funding his family but he wasn’t happy. so, he quit and his family was furious.

he cut off his family, told them to get a job, and well he’s still trying to find out what to do with his life, so right now he works as a bartender.

.headcanons

he moved to klover two years ago before that he lived in los angeles, boston, new york and montreal.

loves sports, all of them. that is why he decided to work at a sports bar. perfect job.

do NOT ask him to make a mojito, he hates preparing them.

has broken several bottles trying to imitate tom cruise in cocktail

he has no idea what to do with his life and it feels damn good

loves a good true crime marathon

he adopted an alaskan malamute a year ago. his name is vader

very very very afraid of clowns

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➘ ° ★  john krasinski  ? no, that's jacob dolecki  they're thirty-eight years old. they're  male  and use  he/him . they identify as  heterosexual  and their favorite song is  life on mars? by david bowie 

❛ But the film is a saddening bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again ❜

.basic information

NAME: Jacob Aleksander Dolecki

AGE: Thirty-eight

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male he/him

PLACE OF BIRTH: Klover, Colorado

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

OCCUPATION: Psychiatrist

PERSONALITY TYPE: INTP

.background

tw: anxiety, mental illness

jacob had a pretty nice childhood. both of his parents were doctors and they lived rather comfortably.

he is the oldest of four and he takes his role as a big brother very seriously. he'd do anything for his siblings.

never expected to become a doctor, he wanted to become a professional tennis player and he almost did.

he picked up a racquet for the first time when he was four and since that day he fell in love with the sport. by the age of fourteen, he moved to florida to attend a prestigious tennis academy and soon enough he became one of the best junior players in the world.

he made his professional debut when he was sixteen and two years later he was the 15th best player in the world.

in 2000, jacob was about to play the biggest match of his life, the semifinals of the us open. that was the day it all started. he simply couldn't do it. that was the first time he suffered an anxiety attack and from that day on it all went downhill.

he announced his retirement a year later. at 19, he had been through so much and he was in a bad place without a plan.

his parents encouraged him to continue his education and so he did. it was hard because he struggled with his disorder throughout college but he managed to graduate with a degree in biology.

to his parents' surprise, jacob decided to attend med school. he wanted to become a psychiatrist and help those who had been through the same.

turns out that medicine was the right choice. his mental health improved a lot during his time there and that's how he knew he'd chosen the right path.

after completing his residency, he moved back to klover. he still plays tennis because his love for the sport is too strong but now he no longer misses playing professionally.

.headcanons

hates the taste of beer with a passion, and he refuses to drink it

he loves puzzles. if he could make a career out of that he would tbh

speaks polish fluently

can recite the first 200 digits of pi

very very competitive, especially in mario kart

terrible baker but that doesnt stop him from trying. he will apply for nailed it one day

[ellamuses]

sierra1x1s​:

                    ♡  *  &  ;  ——–    lately,  jillian had been feeling down in the dumps about her love life.  she had been single for what she’d deemed far too long, and she was heading in a downwards spiral, terrified that she wouldn’t ever find someone she was going to spend her life with, which was one of the things she wanted most.  bennett was the friend she’d grown quite close to over the years, he was someone jillian felt she could truly confide in. they were the only ones in the apartment at the moment,  so she felt comfortable being open with him about her fears and insecurities.    ❝  why don’t i have a boyfriend ?  ❞    she asked bluntly,  eyes fixing on the male.   ❝  what’s wrong with me ?  ❞

CLOSED STARTER  :  @ellamuses​

Bennett was about to grab a beer from Jillian's fridge when he heard the first question. Immediately, panic arose within him. It was not a foreign feeling, it happened every time someone asked him a question of that sort. He held his breath for a few seconds as he fumbled for the right words to say. That was always his problem, words. Somehow he always managed to say something dumb or make an unfunny comment. However, when he heard the second question he rushed to where Jillian was. "No, absolutely no. You don't have a boyfriend because..." he trailed off, realizing he really didn't have an answer. "I don't know why you don't have a boyfriend. I mean, seriously, look at you," he said as he made a gesture with his hands before adding, "you are beautiful and smart. You should have a boyfriend."

[deckertar]

I say more dumb things before 9 a.m. than most people say all day.

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wingsmeltedrp‌:

❝    you   only   think   the   usual   is   fun   because   that’s   what   you’re   used   to,   kyle.  ❞    addie   comments.   she   knew   that   some   people   preferred   to   just   stay   home   and   keep   to   themselves   but   addie   felt   like   there   was   a   different   side   to   kyle   that   not   even   he   had   seen   yet.   and   what   better   way   to   discover   that   side   than   a   party  ??   the   girl   continues   giving   him   her   infamous   puppy   dog   eyes   until   , finally ,   he   agrees   to   go   out   with   her.   a   bright   smile   replaces   her   pout   and   addie   is   quick   to   wrap   him   up   in   a   hug.   ❝    oh,   you   will  ??  i   promise   you   won’t   regret   it !!  i   got   you,   cinderella.   no   later   than   midnight.   cross   my   heart.  ❞  and   addie   does   just   that   before   jumping   at   the   sound   of  the   cook  yelling   that   her  table’s   food   was   ready.   she   runs  it   out   before   coming   back  to   sit   on   the  counter  (  an  act  she   had   been   told   not   to  do   several   times   ).     ❝    so   i   can   pick  you   up   around   eight   and   we   can   eat   before  ??   ❞

Touché. Kyle was a sucker for the usual. It was easy and familiar, and he rarely was surprised. Many would see that as boring and sometimes he did too, but he was too nervous to bend the rules of his comfortable routine. "Will you ever let me win an argument?" Kyle asked with a coy smile. The puppy dog eyes were too much, how was he supposed not to fall for that old trick? But the hug... the hug, however, sparked his anxiety. It wasn't the bad kind of anxiety, if that was even a thing, perhaps it was excitement for going out with her, even if it wasn't a date. "I'll make you keep that promise," he replied, unable to control his growing smile. Kyle looked around, making sure their manager wasn't anywhere near them. He rarely had problems with him, but he wasn't supposed to be out here talking with Addie. He was supposed to do his job in the back, but he wanted to stay here and talk to her for a few more seconds. "And some say chivalry is dead," he teased with a chuckle before nodding. "Sounds like a..." he makes sure to pick his next word carefully, "plan."

[ellamuses]

wingsmeltedrp‌:

addie   trusted   kyle   more   than   most   people   in   her   life.   especially   the   other   men   she   surrounded   herself   with. she   never   judged   her   for   going   out   so   often   or   even   when   she   drank   just   a   bit   too   much   when   she   did.   a   soft   smile   curves   the   corner   of   her   lips   up   at   his   words.    ❝   the   usual  ??   come   on,   you   had   to   do   something   fun  ??   ❞   the   blonde   questions   him   before   face   lights   up   in   excitement.   an   idea   had   come   to   her   mind   ;   almost   like   a   light   bulb   flashing   above   her   head.    ❝   dude,   you   should   come   out   with   me   this   weekend  ??  seriously,   it’ll   be   so   fun.   pleaseee ??   ❞   addie   lets  a   whine   escape,   already   flashing   the   boy   her   very   best   puppy   dog   eyes.

"The usual is fun for me," he countered, not in a very convincing way. Kyle struggled with the whole concept of 'fun', he knew what it was but he wasn't sure how to loosen up and actually have fun. Oh no! That look on her face. He knows it too well and suddenly he feels anxious for what's about to come out from her mouth. "Addie, no, no." He shook his head, avoiding her gaze because he knew that one look into those blue eyes would be the end. Kyle took a deep breath, already knowing he was going to give in. He let it out in a weary sigh. "Fine, I'll go out with you this weekend but I will complain a lot and I'll try to run away before midnight."