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keelt9 · 7 months ago

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Chapter 1

Masterlist

No matter the place of the world, December, specifically the first days, is a mess. People come and go with the first decorations for work, home or school, the streets are crowded, people with a refill of energy in good and bad ways.

That's why I was forced to be stuck in the traffic for more than 20 minutes, leaving me with just one option: run to the fifty floor trying to reach my office before the 10 minute tolerance ends.

I barely opened the big crystal door when the small light of the entrance check was about to turn red, signs that you’re late.

“On time.” I raise my sight trying to recover some air when I see Pamela Ludell watching me with hands full of papers. “Still, Claire is already looking for you.”

Claire Murray is my boss, a lovely boss, still could be really strict when she proposes it.

“I have to review the last pages of the manuscript I…” I was about to slip away when Pam cleared her throat and moved her eyes in panic.

Of course Claire is at my back. “Claire, morning.”

Claire gives me a side smile like always coffee in her hand. “Pam, Y/N, morning.” Pam ran away after greeting her back. “Shall we?” She takes a step aside for I walk straight to her office.

Her office is full of books but with a sophisticated touch, big crystals at the back of her desk and a comfy cream lounge. “Tell me Y/N, when was the last time you took days off?”

I sat leaning my head to the left, confused. “Am, what?” Cleair giggles take a folder to her left and read one thing, like she needs some kind of corroboration.

“I correct, why don't you take your vacations?” Claire takes a deep breath and pushes the file to me. “Y/N it’s not a secret that you’re one of my best editors, I love having you here, making my life easier, however…”

The file has plane tickets and a lot of brochures about my home. “You need to take a break, or at this rate you will end up sick or something worse.” I try to talk but she shakes her head and smiles. “Don’t worry I will send you a couple of manuscripts but I don’t want to see you here for at least 3 months.”

“3 MONTHS?!” I stand but Claire laughs. “Listen, I could go for a couple of days…”

“Bye Y/N, enjoy this time, I bet at home they will love to spend time with you.” My words stuck in my throat as her assistant knocked on the door before entering. “Have a good vacation Y/N.”

“And you said yes?” Pam is sitting in my office watching me turn around in my chair, trying to think of a good excuse. “Dang, apparently being a workaholic is a disadvantage in the long term.”

I cover my head with the file. “Could you help me to think of something?” I see the tickets for the night.

“Y/N, go home, rest, enjoy and come back in 3 months. Come on! They’re not firing you, they just want to take you out of here.” Pam took the field out my face, pulled me from my hands. “I'll miss you but God, it’s good not having you here for a while.”

“Three years of friendship and I get kicked out.” Pam laughs, puts my bag over my shoulder and pushes me to the exit. Pam has been my friend since I arrived here in Chicago, she helped me with the moving, knew the city and was my date when I encapsulated it in work.

I turn around before the elevator opens. “If you need something or….” She covered my mouth with a mint candy, smiling as she gave the final push to the elevator.

“Have fun!”

Dragging my feet I arrived at my apartment, and packed just the things I needed. I have winter clothes in my parents house so it is useless carrying too much.

The airport is still in calm people coming and going but not with the passion of the days previous to Christmas Eve, but the ornaments inundated all the airport.

I don't tell my parents about coming home so I take a cab to go home, they are probably working, explain the lights off.

“Y/N?” I heard the voice of Mrs. Carmichael, an old lady, a neighbor three houses away and a good friend of the family. “Is that you darling?” She is standing there with her white cat narrowing her eyes.

“Hi, Mrs. Carmichael, how are you?” Her face turned in an expression of joy, enough to walk faster to hug me in our door.

“Hi, sweetheart, look at you, so beautiful.” She grabs my face and pat my cheek. “Oh, your parents will be so happy to see you.” I nod careness the head of her cat. “You know you are welcome home any minute. Get inside it is cold and you’re barely covered.”

When my parents arrived I didn't know if they were screaming to see me or because they were scared, what I know is they hugged me so softly and kissed me over and over again.

“Omg, here you are darling, here you are. How? Why? When?” Mom says pulling so I can sit.

Told them I was forced to take my vacation? It's rude. “I have extended vacation.” They smile and nod instantly.

“That's great honey. You'll be able to rest.” Mom starts speaking about the multiple things I could do for rest and disconnect from work.

“I'll rest but don't worry I'll give you a hand at the coffee shop.” Like when I was in high school and my first years of college, I helped my parents in his small but enchanting coffee shop, a place mom had since my brother and I were kids but invested big after I graduated.

The first day was a nightmare for me, I had a routine that disappeared in one night; Claire sent me just two manuscripts of a kids book, that's all my work for 3 almost 4 months, so I have to distribute wisely. On my second day I went to my obligated stop.

In a nice street with a lot of old buildings you will find her, covered in elegant colors, plunging in his 3 monitors with a lot of wedding things at her back.

I enter but she just greets me with. “In a second.” I shake my head and I sit in one of the couches she had. “Ready, what can I…”

Leah King takes out her glasses and screams when she sees me. “YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!”

I stand but I receive a bump in my arm. “Yeah it's nice to see you too.” I rub my arm, this time she hugs me shaking me like a smoothie.

“Don't, you dare to tell me you're leaving already.” She splits, the tears in her eyes. “Talk women, talk.”

“You say, I don't tell you.” She quickly trimmed back and grabbed her purse.

“I have what? 1 hour, 2 hours, we can …” I laughed, making her leave her stuff.

“It's ok, I'm joking, I'm…in…vacation?” Leah narrowed her eyes but I explained everything to her, not filters.

“THAT’S GREAT! I was afraid you could faint in any minute if you keep working with that intensity.” I scoff. “But hey, give me two hours, I'll finish editing and I'll pick you up in the coffee shop, alright?”

Leah is a photographer, especially a wedding photographer, she loves living the illusion through the eyes of the bride and groom, the magic moments she captured and the emotions in each one her shots, not counting the amazing eye had for taking those moments, in the right light with the right time.

My parent’s coffee shop is 20 minutes walking from there. When I arrived, their usual 12:00 pm customers were arriving too. I walk to the back of the counter to grab an apron and take orders. After taking it, giving my parents a hand, the coffee shop was running empty.

“Thank you honey.” Dad squeezed my face before raising a plate with a small grape pie. “Enjoy it.”

He walks to the back where my mother is preparing the next round of cookies, I sit for a second when I hear the door open, I walk back to the counter not raising my eyes from my phone where I was reading the chaos after the midweek reunion in the editorial.

“I'm sorry, can I take your order?” I ask, containing the smile, the second I hear the scoff my eyes raise so fast.

“Joe, hi! What are you doing here?” My father asked, appearing at the right moment. “Oh, you remember my daughter?” Please no.

Joe looked at me, his eyes as ice cubes. “Yeah, I do.” I move for my father to take his order, tense as a stick.

I nod still, walk fast to the table where I was sitting, grab the pie to walk back to the kitchen but my plan gets frustrated in the first step.

“Oh that's great, don't worry, Y/N will be at home these days so, she can give you a hand with that.” My father said as I grabbed my pie. “Right honey?”

“What?” I stop at the table.

“Oh no, it's ok, I have the last games of the year and I pretend to go to my grandparents home for Christmas, it's all right.” Joe said, looking at my father.

I learned it years ago. <Joe Burrow hates me>

“Oh come on darling it's been ages!” My mother says take the cookies out of the oven. “You haven't seen him in what? 3 years?”

The first time Joe arrived in Cincinnati, especially when he discovered my mother's coffee shop, I was in my last semester of college. We used to have nice talks, joke around and even go for ice cream from time to time all the days I was able to be at home, until we're not.

After my summer holidays and before I entered work, something changed. One morning there wasn't any talk, he avoided me and practically ignored me. I tried for 4 months but he simply stopped talking. After a drunken night in Leah's house drowning in tears I swear to myself if he doesn't want to talk with me anymore, FINE, SCREW YOU.

Of course after I cry like a baby but I made up my mind.

We’re sitting having a nice lunch. “Jesus! I mean, I understand but even I start to feel about him, a lot of hard feelings.”

I rub my eyes and shake my head. “Sorry.”

“Ok, don't ruin the mood, you came here for rest not for stress.” Leah has a point and the rhyme makes us laugh about that.

“Now you're here, do you remember Miles?” I clean my fingers nodding.

Miles Johnonson an old friend from middle school who we used to spend a lot time together, but the college and work made us apart

“Well, he's been working here, in a laboratory since last year and he's in contact with the one who remains here. He invites us to his party, you should come.” Leah tapped the table multiple times. “Who knows that little lo…”

I interrupted her after taking a sip of my drink. “This is good!” Leah rolls her eyes taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Avoid the topic but we know you were this close to start something.” I scrunch my nose making her laugh.

“I pick you? It's Friday night.” I scoff at my few choices she already left me.

My routine turns very simple and calm, hard to admit, but I am enjoying it these days.

“Do you want something special for Christmas?” My mom asked as I set the Christmas ornament on the top of the tree.

“Not really, are you excited for Pete and I or just for Archie?” Mom's eyes got a special sparkle. Peter is my older brother who has a wonderful marriage with Nora and a ashtoing 3 year old boy, Archie.

“Archie is a lovely boy.” I giggle at her notorious emotion and her clear pick. I try to see Archie as much as I can, but I'm immersed in my work all the time, so I practically obligated Pete and his family to travel to Chicago on special days.

“This is the most impractical place for a Christmas tree.” I can barely reach the top of the tree and the piano at my back doesn't help.

My dad used to be a musician teacher after he retired, in his free time he delighted the customers with lovely music and now he does it with more frequency and the same passion as in his young years.

“Emma, would you mind?” Dad is struggling with a huge box of what seems like the Christmas presents of this year. Mom runs to help him avoiding a possible crash and a broken gifs..

You better not have the present at home with a curious kid.

“Where is the… you know that one?” Mom's ask looking for in the box.

“I couldn't find it.” Dad tried to avoid the killing eyes but he's never been that lucky. “All right, all right I'm sorry. Let's go and we'll bring you here.”

“Y/N is putting the tree Simon.” It's late at night so anyone is coming. All that is left is putting the star and checking the lights, that could give them enough time to go and come back.

“It's ok, I got it.” I smile, appearing at the back of the tree covered in glitter, mom has a fascination for sparkling Christmas trees. “I'm fine, go.”

They leave not before apologizing for not helping to finish but Pete arrives early the next day so all must be ready. Archie coming home without a Christmas tree is out of the question.

I shake my clothes after pulling all the empty boxes in a big one, just the golden star out of place. One big issue, with the tree ready, is daring putting a simple star on the top.

“Not that smart huh?” I speak to myself trying to stand higher than I can and don't touch any ornament. However, even in my tip toes it's impossible.

I feel a huge body behind me taking the star of my hands and helping me to put on the top. The normal feeling must be frightening but I could recognise the fragrance even if it has been a hundred of years.

“Is it the right place?” Joe asked, still he didn't move. My head is debating in excitement and rejection.

But the heart has a memory too and sometimes brings the worst feelings of the past, in a lively way.

#joe burrow #joe shiesty #fic #fanfic #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow fic #joe x reader “joe burrow fan fic #joe brrr #joseph lee burrow

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sugar-petals · 4 years ago

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BTS HEADCANON: sleeping positions & habits with you

warnings. fluff, some smut, groping, oral (f receiving), pegging mentions, hand kink, watching r-rated stuff together

🌹 AUTHOR’s NOTE - some cuteness and a bit of crack 😄

seokjin ➝ Since he always sleeps on his dorito back — with those shoulders it’s impossible to rest on the side — you can essentially park yourself on his chest. Free Kim estate, all yours as a playground, yes, for 0$. Yeah, the crook of the neck, just above the armpits as well. Snoozing there, or caressing him. But then again: For how long? Jin just can’t take cuddling seriously. You try to spoon each other to finally sleep but in either case, at least one person starts clowning around all over again. It just goes on and on. Oh gee, you two big brats, you. To give you an idea of the feeling, it’s like you just celebrated your or his birthday every time and you’re too hype to do anything, much less sleep one second. Does Jin ever rest? Where does his energy come from? What is going on? You end up blowing air into each other’s pajamas and hair, hop around on the mattress like a bouncy castle, do a boxing match, and almost knock over the water bottles on the nightstand. Absolute chaos. Sleeping is basically napping during the daytime in Jin’s dictionary I’m guessing.

taehyung ➝ Glued to you. Actual human velcro. Or sticking like a magnet, the closer the tighter the contact, whatever analogy you prefer. Taehyung needs you so much. You’re the most important person in the world to him, and you’ll feel it. Shit, Taehyung is super cute and clingy. It takes all the stress off your shoulders to see him like that. Kissing all the time, looking in your eyes, arms and legs wrapped around you. He suppresses it for most of the daytime because he knows most people don’t like it, but with a partner... he just lets it all out. Nuzzling his face into your belly while you read at night, your sweater, hugging your legs, crushing you with his whole dang weight until you’re flat like a pancake in the sheets (of course, he is too naive to realize he turned you into a 2D cartoon), tickling you with his hair. Jesus Christ it’s gonna take like three hours until he’s done. You can’t be any happier: Who even has a boyfriend like that. Thank God Taehyung has such a giant dick that takes ages to come alive, otherwise he’d be hard all the time from the two of you pressing against each other. There, I said it. So, yeah, you can go on and on wriggling against each other, Hoseok has to separate the two of you in the morning using WD-40 spray.

jimin ➝ What sleep? You’re fucking and squeezing each other all night. Forget anything else, kissy kissy is priority. One second of bedroom eyes and here it goes, clothes fly all over the place, the room’s in chaos. One second of puppy eyes, off we go with the grope sex, both of you trying to rub against the other’s every bit of skin. Who says for one round only. This shit goes on and on until he is assured you’re satisfied with fifty orgasms. He doesn’t have the perfect lips to suck your clit with no reason. If it’s not the tongue doing the talking, Jimin is infamous for keeping BTS up with endless talks as well, you will be no exception. Who wants to close their eyes if you can have time for bonding? You just chat and chat and watch movies and keep the whole contraception industry alive and well with your impossible levels of um certain product consumption. Lube however Jimin insists there’s no need to buy cuz he can make you wet any time. Not an empty promise, props to him. You’ll buy a pack anyway because pegging doesn’t work dry, even on the best ass in town, alright.

jungkook ➝ Just so you know: You’re dealing with an absolute workaholic after all. He’s either knocked out from work and basically passes out randomly on his stomach, arms and legs hanging across the corners and edges of the bed. Or: the two of you watch anime until your eyes are red and dry at 4-flippin-AM. If it’s hentai, 5 AM because you’ll be having a fucking-showering-fucking-showering spree with deep kisses and slow sex. In any case, he falls asleep in perfect silence, mouth open, arms limp and spread out, legs crossed in his infamous ‘sleeping yoga teacher’ position that is simply puzzling. You haven’t seen anything like it before. JK works so hard, he seemingly has to meditate while he sleeps. The exhaustion is real. Complete shut-down. Jungkook has not once snored in his entire life. He talks in his sleep at best, and hugs you without knowing it. You debate whether you tell him or not. In case it’d embarrass him, you let it be, and think that one time he has to notice, or does he? God dammit, you literally wake up in his arms every morning without failure, he always does it. Even if the day wasn’t perfect or one of you has been moody, this habit is consistent as hell.

yoongi ➝ Ah yes, the master of advanced sleep technology. Yoongi is the final boss in this game. A 10-hour dozing marathon tangled into a bundle with you, his easiest exercise, not even getting started there. You are Yoongi’s love battery, like a tiny cat he’s charged by your body heat. Yoongi’s new main place of residence is officially registered at the city council as the spot between your boobs so there’s that. The house and estate, that’s just a facade okay, trivial grounds to walk on. You practically live in bed as non-functional members of society because Yoongi says fuck capitalism and you said fuck ever physically detaching yourself from your designated little spoon. Now really, when he’s not producing this man wholly belongs in your arms. In the vertical world, Yoongi is a PDA skeptic unless holding hands is concerned. But in bed, little to no rules apply. Do whatever you want with the kitty. Head pats, forehead wakeup kisses, nuzzles, thigh squeezes, love bites, you can dump it all on him. Yoongi tends to adapt big time when it comes to when you wanna have sex with him as well. Listen, he will let you wake him up from his holy sleep if you wanna get fingered cuz hand kink, so.

namjoon ➝ Since he’s so ginormous and his old bed isn’t big enough for two, you had to order a very specific new bed online and assemble it. Since Namjoon might be the creative head of BTS but the chief destroyer of all items in the human realm, Yoongi had to help out since the manual was so full of bs and confusion. Meanwhile, sorry Joonbug, you actually had to lock RM out of the room so he wouldn’t start tinkering with the screws out of his endless curiosity, or bend the wood planks into unintended shapes with those big ole muscles that are illegally strong and not yet fully coordinated with his IQ. Yoongi’s philosophy would eventually solve the manual issue (”Fuck that fucking shit, we use Jungkook’s iron fists as a human hammer.”) and now Joon and you had a brand new soft nest. With all his Ryan plushies in place, of course, a whole assembly. Joon definitely splays out during night time, drooling and accidentally, horizontally T-posing. He takes care to blow his nose and ditch drinking before sleep because when he snores, Seoul gets an earthquake. He has more bass vibrations than the subwoofers of Hobi’s studio, and those can really blast some heavy shit. Jungkook once recorded RM’s snoring and put a beat on it. It’s gonna be on his mixtape soon, watch out.

hoseok ➝ Man, how sweet can someone be. Hobi is too innocent. He’s the kinda man I mean boy I mean actual kiddo who wants to build a pillow fortress and eat porridge for bedtime. Endless hugs and snuggles, pecks and hair twirls, hour-long giggles and fights for the blanket. Namjoon has to lend you one so the war is settled permanently, and both of you insist it wasn’t serious at all which it wasn’t, the castle roleplay just got carried away. The resources are limited in your kingdom so the neighboring castle lord has to step in I guess. And if it comes to adulting, Hoseok is very ready to splurge. No, I’m not meaning sex toys. Your bed has the newest shit, ergonomic sustainable clinically tested pillows and whatnot. Even a pillow that helps with reading for extended periods of time, so. The bed is quite a favorite spot. Yes, to go at it anyway, god knows how much sex you’re having. Fifty thousand different positions, and Hobi is not afraid to take his dancing to the next level and just do it while lying down. Pretty energetic. And ironically, dozes cutely afterwards, cheek to cheek mumbling sweet things, and it’s lights out at the castle.

#bts hc #bts fluff #bts smut #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts reaction

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jesshq · 4 years ago

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disney villain and henchmen randomness:

made this for @slashingdisneypasta

all of these are random things I thought the villains and henchmen would be like, I hope you like them

also I censored cussing that was text, but if you go to the video links there will be cussing so be warned, also if you watch the video’s imagine the Disney villain or henchmen are those people in the videos:

Panic, kronk, lefou, Reuben, Kaa, Joanna, and fidget: “eating a cinnamon bun each”

The other henchmen: cannibalism/cannibals…

Panic, kronk, lefou, Reuben, Kaa, Joanna, and fidget: ? “Heard that and don’t get it why their being called cannibals”

(they are cinnamon rolls and must be protected)

Diablo: you insufferable, reprehensible, deplorable, vermin

Goon 1 (the pig like one): wha?

Goon 2 (bird like one): it’s aristocratic talk for “f$#% off dips$#%$”

Horus: you’re full of s$#%.

Iago: my overall personality or my dishonesty?

Banzai: ED! Don’t run with sharp rocks!

Banzai: “hands Ed a sharp bone” try this

(This one had scissors and a butterfly knife but the hyenas are from the pridelands so sharp rocks and bones seem more accurate)

[in a argument]

Pain: f$%# you

Pegasus: “in a horse which the imps can understand” later, now listen here you little shit…

(I ship pain x Pegasus ok….pain even admits he loves Pegasus in the movie 2when Pegasus was beating him and panic up)

Kronk: “making spinach puffs and freezing” my sad friend senses are tingling…

“Cut showing a crying Anastasia”

Kronk: “runs for her startling her” ahhhhh!!!!

Anastasia: aaahhhh!?!?!?!

kronk: “hugs her” no cry friend

Anastasia: “giggles and wipes tears from her eyes”

(Look up animated a grump: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaV8NeT0fnY&t=835s and imagine pain and panic as arin and Iago or flotsam and jetsam as Danny, and a random henchmen as Ross)

(Another game grumps thing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xrS5NEBKjU )

“Ursula, and jafar and hades playing a glitchy game”

Ursula: now look how silly this is “flying around”

Hades: you have to….”character gets stuck”

Jafar and Ursula: oh...ooohhhhh “hades gets up and leaves glowing red” heheheh

Jafar: hades don’t leave hehehehe “hades closes the door”

Ursula: HAAAAADEEEEEES I LOVE YOU~ “trying to get the characters free”

hades: NO IM F%&$ING DONE!! IM F%&$ING DONE!!

Jafar: “losing his s&$t laughing” no your not

Hades: this is bulls&$#

Ursula: hades! “Laughing at hades rage too”

Hades: look at this bull#$& man

Jafar: hades! “Laughing more”

Hades: you gotta draw a line in the sand!

Ursula: hades “laughing more”

Hades: you have to draw a line in the f#$%ing sand guys!!

Ursula and jafar: “laughing so hard”

Hades: you have to make a statement!!!

Hades: “as Ursula and Jafar laugh harder” you gotta look inside yourself and say ‘what am I willing to put up with today?’ NOT F*&%ing THIS!!! “Flames up and points to the tv screen”

Ursula: “gets the character free” IM FREE I BELIEVE I CAN FLY

(Listen to grump it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9gRg3_A-RM thinking of Disney villains and henchmen raging at a game)

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Scar: “to facilier” what do you wanna eat?

Friends from the other side: the souls of the innocent~

Facilier and shadow (facilier’s shadow): a bagel

Friends from the other side: NO!

Facilier and shadow: 2 bagels

11.

Kaa and shere khan, cruella de vil, Horus and jasper: “to hades and pain and panic, scar and the hyenas” did you know you can’t say bubbles angry

Hades and pain and panic, scar and the hyena: really?

“Later”

Maleficent: does anyone know why hades, scar and their henchmen are on the roof trying to angrily yell/screaming bubbles on the roof

Kaa and shere khan, cruella de vil, Horus and jasper: “choke on their drink/food in laughter”

12.

Iago and jafar: “notice hades and the imps over working” what are you doing?

Hades and the imps: working

Jafar and Iago: you guys should rest, look at your hands “gestures to hades and the imps cramping hands from signing scrolls”

Hades and the imps: we’re ok just let’s us-

Jafar and Iago: “pouting”

Hades and the imps: what’s that look for?

Jafar and Iago: “grabs their friends and tries to drag them off their chairs but fails” GO REST

scar and the hyenas: “see this and join in trying to pester hades and the imps into taking a break” you can work later

Jafar and Iago: “leave to Ursula and the eels room where hook and mr smee are” Ursula, flotsam and jetsam, mr smee and hook. Hades and the imps are overworking themselves again…

Ursula and the eels: excuse?!?...

Mr smee and hook: what?!?...

“Little later”

Ursula and eels: “coiled around hades and the imps with coils and tentacles and drags them off their chairs by their desks” HADES! PAIN AND PANIC! REST!

Hades and the imps: “unholy screeching and complaints as their dragged to their room”

Hook and mr smee: “follow to help Ursula and the eels”

Facilier and shadow (insert other villains and henchmen): “coming back from the store and see Ursula and the eels dragging hades and the imps to their room, with hook and smee following” f$#% this s#$& we’re out “leaves”

(hades and the imps are workaholics)

13.

Frollo: “minding his own business when hades, facilier, shadow and the imps tap him from behind and he turns around ” OOOOOH MY F&#$ING GOD!, IT'S A DEMON/WITCHCRAFT SPAWN!! JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE F$#&!!! OH MY F$#%ING GOD! F%&#ING DEMON/WITCHCRAFT SPAWNS! JESUS CHRIST “falls on his knees” WHAT THE F$#$#$#$#$#&!!!

Hades and facilier: “losing their s#$& laughing”

Pain and panic and shadow: “as well laughing hard”

14.

Hades: “holding pain and panic and his third imp neurosis (actually a canon thing in the animated series)” these are my sons you can’t have them... good day sir

“Person tries to touch the imps”

Hades: “flares up and holds the imps tighter” I SAID GOOD DAY SIR! “leaves with the imps”

15.

“The villains and henchmen are out in a mall and missing hades, jafar and Ursula as well as their henchmen in the crowd”

Mr smee and hook: oh dear we’re missing some of us

Shadow and facilier: oh don’t worry

Gaston and lefou: no one can find allies like Gaston and lefou

Facilier, Gaston, lefou and shadow: “takes a deep breaths and yell” HADES, JAFAR AND URSULA ARE THE WEAKEST AND IDIOTS OF THE DISNEY VILLAINS / PAIN AND PANIC, FLOTSAM AND JETSAM AND IAGO ARE THE WEAKEST AND DUMBEST OF THE HENCHMEN!!!!

“A giant snake and angry squawks, electric zaps along with a women yell, and three fire flare ups of teal, red, and pink appear in the crowd each followed by angry cursing and more”

Gaston and lefou, shadow and facilier: found them ^^~

All the other villains and henchmen: oh boy/dear/dang it

16.

(vanossgaming team 6 animated prank part: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CguHTxrMQ0A (imagine the henchmen as human like with animal/creature parts example iago looks like a harpy): with vanoss being iago, wildkat being banzi, basically as shadow, delirious being flotsam and jetsam, terroriser being pain and panic (due to their immortal state XD) and nogla being a ‘I don’t know what’s going on’ kronk )

17.

Hades: BOYS!!!!

Pain and Panic: WHATEVER IT WAS WE DIDN'T DO IT!!!

Hades: “realizes the thing he was looking for and thought the imps stole it was on his desk the whole time” oh...NEVER MIND

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(before I do this one I need to explain, my headcanon that the disney characters have ‘worlds’ they live in with their movies era example: hercules characters live in ‘ancient’ greece in their ‘world’ but have some modern day things made using magical things (like TV, indoor plumbing, magic like phones) added to their ‘worlds’ but hercules, aladdin and little mermaid characters are share the same ‘world’ as in the hercules animated series: ursula appears in the episode hercules and the bacchanal, and then there's hercules and the arbian night where hades and jafar team up)

Maleficent: “thinking with ursula” so are you and hades related and you, him and jafar are from the same world ooorrrr….

Ursula: I honestly don’t know…. I know we live in the same ‘world’ but… “thinking too” my father is Hades and Zeus’s brother if i'm right.....

19.

Pain and Panic, Iago and Shadow and Flotsam and Jetsam: “flying/swimming round around hyper as all hell” WOOOOOOOO

Faciler and Jafar: “groans as they watch their henchmen on sugar high”

Hades: ok who’s the wise guy who gave them sugar…. “Tired/angry dad mood activated”

Kronk: I did...they wanted to test some sweets for me…”thinks he’s going to get in trouble”

Ursula: oh well then that's ok then Kronk you didn’t know, that they get sugar high

Jafar: I'm not dealing with the crash thou.. Uh where did they go?

Frollo: “in a different room” *HIGH PITCH GIRLISH SCREAM* THE DEMONS HAVE GONE CRAZY!!!

Hades: found them~.. “Smiles evil like” let’s leave them with him~

20.

Hades: “passed out on the couch with pain and panic asleep on him” zzzz

Jafar: “peeks over holding a marker with Iago”

gaston: “peeks over too with lefou with makeup”

“3 hours later”

Hades: “wakes up and along with the imps and they don’t notice what their friends did, and head to the kitchen”

Ursula and the eels: “see hades and the imps and choke on their cups of coffee”

Maleficent: “giggles seeing hades” good morning sexy~

Diablo: you girls sleep well?~ “trying not to laugh”

Hades and pain and panic: “tilt their heads” what do you mean?

“They notice their reflection in Ursula and the eels’s tank/movable water, and they see they have makeup on and writing/doodles on their faces”

Hades: oh for the love of…”glowing red”

Pain and panic: oh our gods… “eyes change”

Hades: JAFAR!!! GASTON!!! “Flares up”

Both imps: IAGO!!! LEFOU!!! “Follow their boss/’dad’ “

“Later outside shows Jafar and Gaston running from a red flamed Hades, and Iago and Lefou and running from two shapeshifted into beasts imps”

Jafar, Gaston, Iago and Lefou: WORTH IT XD

“Inside watching the chase”

Faciler: should we tell them me and Shadow took photos of Hades and the imps and posted it online?

Hook: who’s computer did ya use?

Shadow: “as he records the chase going on outside” cruella’s and Horus and Jaspers’s too

Mr. smee: I guess it’s good they’re out of town then….

Yzma: me and Kronk made popcorn who wants!~

Scar: and the other villains and henchmen are placing bets: are they going to escape the wrath of the lord of the underworld and the embodiments of pain and panic? or will Hades and the imps give up?

“All the villains and henchmen inside are eating popcorn and watching the chase go on”

#disney villains #disney henchmen #im a dork #and bored

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outspokensarchive · 4 years ago

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new york’s very own devin bahar was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to bella hadid ! you may know them as @d.bahar or hitting the front page of tmz as bahar donates 2m dollars and pieces from her latest clothing release to various womens shelters around the city . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-fourth birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being a workaholic , but also ambitious . things that would paint a better picture of you would be compassion, taking photographs of the city, & the night sky . ( cisfemale + she/her ) + ( katie , 22 , she/her , est ).

Hello, yes, I am so dang-shabang excited to see Wealthy back ( back, back again ) ! This introduction is going to be a hella-mess because I haven’t written an intro in months so, bare with me here. But I’m Katie — your local anti-social, anxiety filled, overly stressed college student — and I am going to attempt to write up a somewhat quick intro on my bby Devin — your overly stressed, intense workaholic, “vacation-who?”, with 300+ occupations because 299 just isn’t good enough, mom friend.

PERSONALITY & QUICK THINGS ;

Very much a perfectionist when it comes to her own work. Will spend countless hours looking over the same exact details of the same project until she’s positive it’s exactly how she wants it.

Tries to be a positive influence and energy in the world. Definitely the type of person you can turn to when you’re having a bad day and you need someone that naturally gives off positive, pleasant energy. Or if you’re looking for someone that’s willing to bend over backwards, sideways, and do two backflips to try and help you feel better.

Very, very much a giver. She always tries to find ways to be as helpful as possible to others, wanting everyone to feel loved and like they belong.

Has a like-dislike relationship with social gatherings. Enjoys making new friends and tends to enjoy being around people, for the most part. But after some amount of time, she often becomes exhausted by being around too many people at once. It tends to be emotionally draining, in a way, for her. Along with the fact that she’s not a ‘party person’, this is partly why she doesn’t go to many big social events unless they’re more work-related — very much a homebody, in a sense.

Talkative when she feels a certain amount of comfort around someone, somewhat quiet and pretty closed-off if she doesn’t.

Generous and giving, far from greedy. Prefers to help others and share the wealth she has earned, rather than keep it all to her self. She’s greatly involved in charities and often helps plans events and donates frequently.

Doesn’t ? Really ? Get ? Angry ? Might get slightly put off, somewhat irked, annoyed-maybe, but angry hasn’t really ever been a thing ?

Has the patience of a saint I tell you — I could never.

A very organized, neat, and clean person. Is very much the type of person where she has labeled jars in her kitchen for spices and just about everything in her home has a specific place. No doubt, has her own label maker tbh. Absolutely has a planner that she actually uses.

Is the type of person to try and be there for everyone — but never expects people to be there for her. You’ll find her always offering her shoulder to lean on and being there if you need someone to talk to but there’s very few people she’ll actually talk to about her own problems.

EXTRA INFORMATION LINKS ;

about page !

listen this has everything: a biography section ( i.. haven’t looked it over since i last edited it so don’t @ me ), statistics with it’s own information, a quick facts tab that should be entirely different from my intro facts if i remember right from the last time i edited it, and a section entirely dedicated to my love for taking quizzes and tests to get to know characters.

i’m always adding to it tbh

pinterest board !

spotify playlist !

musings tag !

connections page !

wanted connections tag !

I think that’s all for this? I have a ton of information on her about page so I wanted to keep this pretty quick and simple. I also procrastinated an assignment that I need to get done so — priorities. But if there’s anything else you’d like to know about my bby bean that wasn’t on here or on any of her other pages, absolutely feel free to hit me up because I can ramble for hours tbh. But if you wanna’ plot, feel free to shoot a message my way here or on di*cord @ katie#7666, because I might be the !worst at plotting, but I do be out here trying my absolute best.

#did any of this make sense? find out next time on toTAL drAMA isLAND #wealthyhq:intro #❛ ❪ analysis #wealthy is already taking priority over my assignments i'm a 🤡

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xmagicxshopx · 6 years ago

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Spring Cleaning - Chapter 1

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comedy Rating: PG Warnings: None at this time Pairing: personal assistant!jungkook x ceo!reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: It’s a slow start but trust me, things will get better. ;3 I’ve not proof read this so be warned.

Summary: Your mother built you to be a thriving business machine. However, in her old age, she’s growing soft and wants grand kids to spoil. Your home and yard are a mess due to your busy schedule. So your mother attempts to kill two birds with one stone.

chapter 2

A modest looking SUV slowly rounded the corner till it came to a soft halt in front of a gorgeous looking home. Checker patterned roof sparkled under the sun’s light as did the water from the outdoor pool. The surrounding trees helped keep the beautiful architecture hidden from the public eye. Good thing too because the woman stepping out of the SUV couldn’t help but scoff.

“Really, child?”

Mumbling to herself, the middle aged woman sporting a sundress with matching heels walked along the path that lead to the front door. The walk felt like it was taking forever as she had to endure the sight of overly tall grass and weeds along with trees that desperately needed trimmed. The pool clearly hadn’t been cleaned properly......was that scum in the water???

“Oh, my child......what have I done to you?”

Annoyance turned to guilt as the woman known to all as your mother suddenly started making her walk of shame up to your door. It had been no secret that you were being trained to be the successor of a grand cosmetics company; your mother’s company. Something she had built from the ground up. Something that she was proud of.

However, your mother was growing too old to properly lead the business. Naturally, that left you to take over. And take over you did. Good gravy, how your mother was so proud of you. You took control with no fear and handled yourself wonderfully in the face of struggle. You faced stock market crashes, losses and gains alike. You faced it all and you faced it with grace.

You had been trained well.

A little too well.

In becoming the greatest CEO in the cosmetics industry, you had also became heartless. Nearly void of emotions. Your own feelings were determination and the satisfaction that came with success. Aside from your mother, your only other love was work. Once a child who despised work and only wanted to play......had become a woman of all work and absolutely no play.

And your mother was to blame.

Ringing the doorbell, it came as no surprise to the older woman when you opened the door with a phone stuck to your ear. Phone tucked snugly between your ear and shoulder, you had put a tablet and matching stylus pen in one hand so you could open the door.

“Yes......Yes that’s perfect. Type that up and have it ready for Monday. I’ll have the proposal done in time for you to look it over before the meeting.......Alright. Sounds good. Talk to you later.”

“Working the weekend through, I see.”

You simply ignored your mother’s comment as you hung up the call with your second in command. His name was Jimin and he was amazing at what he did. He was the only other employee you could just to get things done even outside of work hours. He wanted to see this company thrive just as badly as you did. Jimin was in this for more than just the money and that pleased you greatly.

After letting your mother in and shutting the door behind her, you settled for letting out a soft sound of acknowledgement before asking casually while looking down at your tablet,

“Want something to drink, mother?”

“Oh it’s alright, my dear. I can get something myself.”

Receiving nothing but another hum of lazy acknowledgment, your mother sighed as she watched you retreat back to the living room. It was a beautiful, spring filled Saturday and your mother was feeling......things. She had been mulling over her life choices and thinking about what she wanted with this last half of her life. In her younger years, she had thrived just as you were now. But.......things were changing in your mother’s old age.

As your mother rummaged around for a glass to pour herself some water, she noticed your pantry was practically empty. You had more takeout boxes than you did dishes and your stove and oven looked untouched. Half afraid, she opened your refrigerator only to find a few bottles of water, a few condiments, and some left over takeout.

“Oh dear god.”

Quickly closing the door to the fridge and nearly slamming it shut, the older woman had to lean on the kitchen counter to try and collect herself. Her daughter, the beautiful young woman just in the other room, was working herself to death. Cooped up in this huge home void of love. Nothing but work. Work work work work. It was consuming you.

“Honey? Why don’t we head out to the back patio? There are some things I’d like to discuss.”

“Sure. Let me just grab my tablet and----”

“Oh you won’t need the tablet, honey.”

You stared at your mother in confusion with an arched eyebrow. Surly if your mother wanted to talk, notes would need to be taken. Clearing your throat, you spoke up softly but professionally,

“With all due respect, mother, I would like to take notes of the discussion.”

Oh how you were breaking your mother’s heart. You were so blinded and consumed with being a CEO, that you couldn’t even recognize an invitation to a normal, non-work related conversation when it was presented to you. Smiling sadly with what she hoped was apologetic eyes, your mother took both of your hands in her own and spoke softly,

“Come sit with me, my beautiful girl. We need to talk.”

Finally sitting out on the back patio, your mother took note of all the dead potted plants littered throughout the area. Apparently you had attempted to try and brighten up the place at one point. But due to your never ending work schedule, the plants had long been neglected and failed to be watered, resulting in them dying before they even got a chance to live.

Were you going to end up like that? Working your life away before you even got a chance to live? A chance to discover something exciting? Or perhaps.....someone exciting?

“I noticed your yard is looking a little rough around the edges.”

“Ah......Yeah........I need to cut the grass before nightfall. I’m just waiting for the weather to cool down a bit. It’s a lot of grass to cut.”

“Indeed it is.......this place is beautiful but it’s a lot for one person to take care of. Especially when they’re so busy with work. Don’t you think?”

You glanced over at your mother to see her flashing you a smile that you had never seen before. Were her eyes twinkling??? While you were over here fidgeting like a druggie going through withdrawals. Normally, your hands were busy with either your cell phone, work phone, or tablet and pen. Sometimes even a combination of the three. But right now all you could do was tap anxiously on the patio tabletop.

“Yeah but I’m managing.”

“Oh, honey. That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told me. You were a far better liar as a child.”

Your head quickly spun to face your mother once more and this time, your mother was anything but impressed. This was so freaking awkward. Why was this conversation happening??? All you wanted to do was get back to work. A big meeting was coming up Monday and this was Saturday. Which meant you had only a day and a half left to work on this presentation. Well you were working on the proposal part of it but still.

“Wa-What?”

“You heard me. Look at this place. Look at yourself. Honey.......you’re working yourself to death. It’s causing you to neglect not only your home, but yourself.”

Before you could argue, your mother went on.

“Your grass is taller than the Amazon Rainforest, both your front yard pool and back yard pool look like swamps. These poor potted plants would have lasted longer at the store you bought them from. And while we’re at it, let’s discuss the inside of your house.”

Oh boy.

“You have absolutely no food in your kitchen. Your refrigerator looks like you just put it in yesterday. Your work clothes are all over the floor and it’s hard to tell how much laundry you have to do. I saw a good three inches of dust on your coffee table and it’s hard to tell how many spiderwebs I counted.”

Aaaannnddd she was still going.....

“And let’s discuss you. You have bags under your eyes that would put a panda bear to shame. You eat nothing but sloppy, greasy takeout food. You’ve been put on high blood pressure medicine and you’re way too young for that. And----”

“Okay, okay. I get it. I get it.”

After taking a couple breaths to get the oxygen back in her lungs, your mother found herself pouting a bit as she realized this was it. The moment she had been dreading but needed to get off her shoulders or the guilt was going to eat her alive.

“This is all my fault.”

Okay.....your mother was acting really weird today. With knitted eyebrows and orbs filled with confusion, you stared at the older woman across from you as you waited for an explanation.

“I did this to you. I turned you into this unhealthy workaholic. At the time, I was simply thinking about making sure the company I had worked so hard to build and make a success stayed a success. You were born to take my place. But now......things are changing and.......I’ve seen the error in my ways of thinking.”

Smiling sadly with......were those tears in her eyes?

“Instead of preserving my legacy.....I have been destroying it. I’ve been destroying you. My beautiful girl. My only child. I am so very sorry, my darling.”

“Mother......what’s gotten into you? You’re talking nonsense. I’m fine.”

You tried to put on a smile that you had hoped was reassuring, but dang it felt awkward. The only times you ever smiled was during business meetings when you needed to go in for the kill. Your smiles had always been extremely fake. And now here you were trying to soothe your own mother but didn’t know how.

“I just.......times have changed. Things have changed. My priorities are shifting, my dear. At first, I wanted a successor. But now......I just confess......You see.....”

Now as your mother was wiping away tears, she was turning quite bashful. You had rarely ever seen your mother turn shy for anything or anyone. Perhaps your father, when he was still around. Biting her lower lip in apparent nervousness, she finally admitted,

“I want grand kids, honey.”

Thank the good lord above you weren’t drinking anything, because you would have choked. Your eyes widened and you stared at your mother in complete and utter shock. Had you heard her right? She wanted what??? Swallowing hard and clearing your throat, you adjusted yourself in your patio chair and mumbled a bit stupidly,

“You want what???”

“Oh you heard me, child. I’m not getting any younger and neither are you. All the women at the cafe are talking about spending time with their grand kids and I’m stuck there feeling jealous. They talk about small feet and tiny toes and big round eyes.”

Your mother was flat out pouting like a child herself and you could see the jealousy radiating off of her. So that’s what this was really about. It wasn’t your house or yourself, this was about her. Your mother had always gotten everything she wanted because she was in a position to obtain it. But a grandchild......That was a little more difficult. Only you could give her that.

“Mother......I love you dearly. I really do. But........I can’t give you a grandchild. I can give you just about anything else your heart desires......but not that.”

It was deadly silent as you carefully stood up from your seat. The air of defeat surrounded your mother as she too slowly stood up; her head bent a little in disappointment. Clearing your throat, you spoke in your usual polite but professional tone,

“I’ll see you to the door.”

It had been a few weeks now since the awkward visit from your mother. In that amount of time, you had attempted to clean up your kitchen area and at least do a couple loads of laundry. The front yard was cut but the back had not been touched. You tossed all the potted plants in the huge dumpster. Eh. They had been pretty while they lasted.

You still hadn’t kicked your habit of takeout. It wasn’t like you had a choice, though. With your busy schedule, you didn’t have time to cook anything. Hell, you didn’t have time to grocery shop for the food to cook. It was far more convenient to just run in, grab food that was already cooked for you, and go. Of course you were no fool, you knew this food was horrible for your health but again......what choice did you have?

Work continued like usual without any contact from your mother. Usually she’d check in on you with either a text or phone call but these last two or three weeks, you had heard nothing. Was she mad at you? Probably. Then again.....Your mother was used to getting everything she wanted. Granted she had worked hard for everything she had, but this was something completely different.

“Got something on your mind?”

You looked up to see Jimin as he was in the middle of going over another proposal you had typed up yourself. Given the lack of sleep you were getting, you often didn’t trust yourself with spelling and grammar so you had Jimin look over your work before anyone else could lay eyes on it. Clearing your throat and adjusting your suit jacket, you shook your head and mumbled softly,

“No. Just tired, I suppose.”

Meetings, proposals, late nights, more meetings. It never ended. Emails coming and going. Playing phone tag with companies that were being hard to get along with. It was all just so frustrating. There were some days you just wanted to throw hands and walk out. However.....This was your mother’s pride and joy and you knew that wasn’t an option.

It was finally Saturday and you planned to sleep in......Okay......So you were going to sleep in till 8am. That was normal, right? Sighing heavily, you rolled over onto your side so that you could reach over for your personal phone only to see that your mother had sent you a text.

Mother: I’m coming over today for lunch. Please be presentable.

Be presentable? What the hell did that mean? You were always presentable. Scoffing, you rolled out of bed and decided to take a shower so you could be presentable. After scrubbing and washing yourself in annoyance, you dried yourself off and did your hair like you normally would for any other day of work. A tight and tidy bun with not a hair out of place.

You applied all the concealer you could to try and hide the bags that were under your eyes. Dear god they seemed to be getting worse. Why? You got plenty of sleep. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. After dressing in a simple blouse with a pencil skirt that came down to your knees, you adjusted your pantyhose and made just to wear a pair of heels that matched your business attire.

Upon looking in your kitchen, you had absolutely nothing to eat for your mother. Well......the two of you could always go out somewhere for lunch, right? Nothing wrong with having a lunch meeting out and about, right? Sighing heavily, you decided to wait by the front window and peeped out between the blinds just in time to see your mother’s familiar SUV parking in your front driveway.

What you didn’t expect.....was her to have company with her.

Oh dear god......Please no......Please please please please please pl----

And there the doorbell rang. Hands suddenly sweaty and clammy, you almost tripped on your own feet as you scrambled towards the door. Taking a second to collect yourself, you took a deep breath before finally opening the door and offering your classic fake smile. The one you use at business meetings. The only smile you knew how to make.

“Honey! You look radiant as always.”

There stood your mother holding a couple boxes that you could only guess contained food, judging from the smell, alongside a young man that had to be close to your age. He smiled warmly as he too was carrying a couple boxes full of food. The smell instantly made your stomach clench in pain as you were starving. However, you were too scared out of your mind to think about food right now.

“Be a dear and let us in. The food is going to get cold. Jungkookie, help me set the table, will you?”

“Of course, Mrs. Kwon.”

What the blazes was going on here?!?!?

You just stepped aside and let your mother and some stranger into your house like it was no big deal. Furthermore, said stranger was making himself at home and helping your mother set the table for lunch. Wait..........

Wait wait wait wait wait wait.......

“Mother----May I have a word with you?”

“Oh honey, just be patient. We can talk once we sit down to eat.”

“Mother---I meant in private.”

“Nonsense nonsense. Now come sit with us and enjoy some lunch. You’re practically skin and bones.”

Sighing heavily, you made a move to sit at the table but made sure to sit as far away from the mystery male as possible. Which put you sitting straight across from him. At least it wasn’t right next to him. Thankfully you had just enough bottles of water in your fridge and ice left in your ice making machine to produce three glasses of ice water for all of you.

“Darling, this is Jeon Jungkook. His family has a prestigious landscaping company and Jungkookie here just happens to be amazing at lawn care.”

“Mmm. I see.”

You really tried to appear respectful, but it was so dang hard when all you could think about was your mother’s true motives. You had been subconsciously stabbing the food on your plate ever since the three of you sat down to talk. It was more than obvious that the only male in the dining room was extremely nervous.

He looked super handsome. Almond shaped doe eyes and a slender nose. Rosy lips and a sharp jawline. You couldn’t help but notice his earrings. Was that a double helix he was sporting? Truth be told.....in your younger teens......you had always been a sucker for guys with earrings. And lots of them. Wait......did your mother know this too???

“Considering how Jungkookie is amazing with landscaping as well as cooking and cleaning, I’ve taken it upon myself to hire him as your personal assistant. Where he will take care of the things that you don’t have time for outside of work.”

It was dead silent at the dining table as you processed what your mother had just so casually explained. Personal assistant, huh? Yeah right. You knew better. As you gave the male sitting across from you a sharp and quizzical stare, you simply took a sip of your ice water before asking just as casually,

“So just how much is my mother paying you to knock me up?”

“Honey!”

It all happened so fast. Your mother looking appalled while you remained unfazed. Meanwhile, poor Jungkook was coughing as his food had went down the wrong pipe. He had been right in the middle of swallowing when you asked such a blunt question. Needless to say, it had taken him by surprise. Finally calming down with a few sips of water and your mother rubbing his back, he tried to gain his composure by quickly shaking his head and raising his hands in defense.

“I can assure you, Miss. Kwon, I mean nothing of the sort. I am strictly here to take care of your chores and errands that you otherwise cannot complete in your free time. I am here to serve and make your life less stressful. Less complicated.”

‘Such pretty words from a pretty mouth....’

Still looking bored and unimpressed, you simply nodded and took one last sip of your water before setting the glass down. With a heavy sigh, you simply stood and started to gather your half eaten lunch and spoke softly but firmly,

“Your services are not needed here, Mr. Jeon. I’m terribly sorry for my mother wasting your time.”

As you walked away to place your dishes on the kitchen counter, you could hear your mother speaking softly, no doubt with a hand on the boy’s knee.

“She’ll come around, Kookie. Just give her time.”

However, when your mother approached you in the kitchen and left the boy alone in the dining room, the older woman was anything but soft. A silent glaring match took place as you stood there facing your mother. The woman who took you under her wing and built you into the strong young woman you were today.

“My dearest child, you go in there and apologize to that poor young man. He’s absolutely mortified.”

“With all due respect, mother, I’m not going to apologize for asking a perfectly reasonable question. We both know why he’s really here. He’s the perfect age and ripe for giving you a grandchild. I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were. Look----While I may have other motives behind hiring him......Your house is an absolute mess. Zoo animals are living better than you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff as that seemed to take a blow to your pride and ego. As you tried to sooth said pride, it was your mother’s turn to sigh heavily as she added in proposition,

“Look---Just give him a chance. Let him take care of the indoors and outdoors and if he sucks at his job, you can fire him. You don’t have to like him, just let him pick up the slack. He really is great at what he does. He’ll have this place looking beautiful again in no time.”

And that’s how you wound up with a personal assistant living with you. His name? Jeon Jungkook.

#bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts imagines #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines

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onlygotafewdollas · 5 years ago

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stargazing w/svt

inspired by @babybluescoups cuz she put me in soft hours by telling me she went stargazing tonight which ended up turning into crackhead hours in our convo lmfao

i am so sorry if this sucks it’s late and i’m bad at writing LOL

ok so

it’s like 7pm and after a long and tiring day at work, you get home with the full intent of just eating your dinner and going to bed bc you’re just so over everything

so you eat whatever leftovers you have from last night bc ain’t nobody got time to cook smfh what are we? responsible adults? pffffffft as if

and then change into your sweats and get all cozy and whatever

but suddenly it’s like 10pm and you realize

you’ve been sitting around after dinner just messing with your phone bc turns out, you weren’t really THAT tired, just tired of work and in need of a break

and now you’re bored as he*k

you look out the window and it’s a nice night, not a cloud in the sky

plus it’s just the absolute perfect temperature (you decide what perfect temps are for you boo)

so you decide to go on a lil walk partially bc maybe you ate way too much food and now you feel obligated to “exercise”

you decide to see if any of the boys wanna come with bc the more the merrier!! so you message the group chat but...nobody responds :(

dang it guys stop being so busy and responsible just rest for once would ya

it’s at that moment that you get a message from jihoon, who says he’s been cooped up in the studio all day since he’s had a lot of work to finish

and he’s wondering if you’d mind bringing over a charging cable if you’re on your way out anyways cuz soonyoung stole his the other day and didn’t give it back and he totally forgot so now he’s definitely gonna strangle soonie oops

and you’re like yea sure i gUESS SO even tho u won’t hang out with me tonight :(

so you grab your charging cable and head over to the studio, but not after stopping by the convenience store to grab some snacks bc like even though you ate a lot of food for dinner...there’s always room for snacks

once you get over there, jihoon is tapping away at his computer, working on mixing something new

and lemme tell ya

the boy looks TIRED

literally like he probably hasn’t slept in 3 days

and you know that if you just leave him there he’s probably not going to stop any time soon

so you take it upon yourself to stop him by taking his headphones away from him and tell him that he should take a break and go do something fun

and then you remember

it’s a nice night out!!

no clouds in the sky!!

and you know what that means:

s t a r g a z i n g ! ! !

so you pitch the idea to jihoon who of course, being the workaholic he is, insists that he can’t bc he’s got a deadline to meet

and in between your bickering as you’re trying to convince him to come with you

his stomach growls. like. SUPER loudly.

*cue awkward silence*

remember how he said he’s been cooped up in the studio all day? well. he literally meant it. the boy didn’t even go get any food.

you offer him a snack, but on one condition:

“let’s go up to the rooftop and watch the stars!! you probably gotta clear your head and get some fresh air anyways”

jihoon: but I have a deadli- *cue stomach growl*

also jihoon: ok fine

you: I’ll buy you whatever food you want after

jihoon, suddenly the most excited person in the world: OK LET’S GO

so you two head up to the rooftop, making sure to bring a blanket to spread out and sit on cuz like...you can’t go stargazing without that ya feel

once you get up there, it’s so so SO pretty

all of the stars are out and they softly illuminate the sky we’re just going to pretend that light pollution doesn’t exist ok

and because lowkey you’re mad that nobody responded to you in the group chat

you take a pic of the view, and then a pic of jihoon staring up at the stars, and send it to the boys

now that,,,,really get’s everyone’s attention cuz they all have serious fomo

soonyoung is the first to respond

soonyoung: wow tfti omg jihoon’s on a date????

jihoon: i will literally end you

you: i literally invited you all and nobody responded

everyone else: wHEN???

you: *sends screenshot of you asking them if they wanted to hang*

everyone else: o

at that moment, you decide to put your phone on silent and just enjoy the ambient sound of the city cuz we all know how rowdy gcs can get and plus these boys never shut up

but 5 minutes later...you hear the door open

and it’s none other than soonyoung, who, in his gross and sweaty state after working on some choreo downstairs, immediately plops himself down on the blanket between you and jihoon

“oi I can’t believe you guys were gonna keep this pretty view all to yourselves HMPH”

“yea well leT ME REMIND YOU THAT AGAIN, I INVITED Y’ALL AND YOU IGNORED ME”

“oops”

a few minutes of bickering later, the door opens again to reveal jun, hao, and chan, who ran upstairs to look for soonyoung cuz he left in the middle of practice lol

and then wonwoo, seokmin, and mingyu who were hanging out downstairs and decided to come up to see what was going on

and then seungkwan and vernon who were chilling at the dorms before coming over

and finally cheol, jeonghan, and josh who were busy being old idk

and so finally, the whole gang’s there

and you’re all just chilling on the rooftop, enjoying the view and the hushed conversation because nobody wants to ruin the relaxed mood

and this goes on for a good hour or so

when all of a sudden

gyu’s stomach grumbles

lowkey jihoon’s did too but we all know how loud gyu is...and guess what? his stomach is loud too

jihoon: way to ruin the mood ya hoe

gyu: 🥺

everyone else: BRO

but jihoon is reminded that he’s actually eaten almost nothing the whole day

and suddenly remembers that you said you’d buy him food after this...

“yo y/n are we still getting food after this? we should probably go cuz it’s getting late and SOMEONE’S stomach ruined the mood anyways”

gyu: why you gotta clown me like that bro

you: um DUH did you forget that you ate a bunch for dinner AND had snacks? smh. SIKE! #TREATYOSELF2K19

seungkwan: ooooooh let’s all go get food and not tell mingyu!!

gyu: i’M LITERALLY RIGHT HERE

everyone else: oh? huh? y’all hear sumthin?

gyu: 🥺🥺🥺

anyways y’all end up heading down to the convenience store and all get ramen bc what else would you eat? healthy food? pfft

so all in all, it ends up being a pretty good night

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°✧｡ [DIANE GUERRERO, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER] IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE PLUTO JOINED VELIA FROM HENDERSON, NEVADA. APPARENTLY THEIR NAME IS VERONICA MUÑOZ AND THEY’RE AN ARCHER. THEY HAVE BEEN FIGHTING AS A SOLO PLAYER FOR A WHILE NOW. DIDN’T PEOPLE SAY THEY WERE NOT A BETA TESTER? I HEARD THEY TURNED THIRTY TWO THIS YEAR. LET’S HOPE THEY MAKE IT OUT ALIVE.

what up y’all, it’s me again, im jared im 19 and i never fckng learned how to read !! aka binx 26 but i still cant read, and this is vero, aka pluto! she’s a financial analyst aka big on strategy and v Upsetti that everything she worked on her whole life is meaningless in this dang bideo game. lmk if you wanna plot w her, i have some suggested connections in here and am open to more ! yeehaw !

[ LOADING USER INFORMATION ]

NAME : “vero” veronica muñoz ALIAS : pluto LEVEL : 58 CLASS : archer GUILD : solo POSITION : n/a CURSOR: orange SKILLS : appraisal, listening, luck, communication WEAPONS: bow and arrow, fists in close combat

[ LOADING GAME … ]

WARNINGS : MENTIONS OF DEATH, CAR ACCIDENT

vero was born in henderson, nevada, close enough to vegas and business convention centers to see the lights but far enough for it to feel boring. she was the eldest child of three, and she was always protective of her younger siblings. vero’s family was scattered, some on the east and west coast, and others back home in colombia. the family often got together for holidays, usually at her grandparents’ home in connecticut.

when vero’s younger siblings were in high school, their lives took a sudden turn from one day to the next. it was just another day, unremarkable except for the sudden phone call that would uproot their lives. vero was coldly informed that her parents had been in a car accident, and neither of them made it.

all at once, everything changed, but somehow felt the same. neighbors and friends were concerned, but the condolences and the food and the visits tapered off within a few weeks. life moved on, and everyone had to return to school and work. the bills had to be paid, and exams had to be taken. vero’s siblings didn’t want to leave school or move at such important points in their lives, and she couldn’t begrudge them that.

difficult wouldn’t begin to describe the last two years of vero’s university career. between moving home, continuing her classes online, completing her internship, and her newly instated role as her siblings’ guardian, she hardly ever had time for friends or fun. vero threw herself into everything that was thrown at her, always carefully avoiding the reality of everything she’d lost.

vero tried her best to be a replacement parent and a good big sister to her siblings. it was difficult to play so many roles, but they made it out within a few years, and her career never took a hit. vero’s laser focus and refusal to take any breaks made her an asset at work, and the money helped the family in the meantime. for all her worries, she felt that she was successful, and that was all that mattered.

when her youngest brother graduated from high school, he went across the country for university just like their middle brother. with her siblings scattered and busy with school, pluto threw herself fully into her work. she spent countless hours at her desk, crunching numbers and reviewing possible investments for the company. the certainty of the numbers and the ability to take control of situations were comforting in a way, and she preferred it to the instability and unpredictability outside of it.

most people that knew pluto would have called her a workaholic. her work was her life, and that often negatively affected everything outside of work. relationships were often short lived, and those that lasted usually ended when girlfriends realized that they would always play second fiddle to vero’s work.

when the company made the acquisition of redmaster studios, it presented another assessment for vero. velia was slated to be a big hit, with promising reviews and feedback on the beta version. vero liked the bottom line and the incoming numbers, and she looked forward to what else the gaming market could do for the media company she worked for. as an employee and with a vested interest in it’s launch, she was given a free access code to play the game when it released. always one to do some extra research on the company’s investments - and with no other plans that night - vero decided to check out the game.

[ FILE CORRUPTED ]

it wasn’t long into the game that vero understood the hype. the virtual world was a nice escape, and the realistic immersion would make anyone want to stay for a while. it seemed promising, and with what little she knew about video games, she liked what she saw in terms of the company’s possible return on investment.

that was until she tried to log out.

vero thought there was some glitch in the game, and her first instincts were disappointment and frustration. glitches and bugs this huge would only hurt the game’s bottom line, and she hoped that it would be fixed quickly.

the message from the gamemaker didn’t help things. an unhinged and dangerous leader didn’t look well for any company, and his association with vero’s parent company wouldn’t be good. these were her worries, and she focused on them to ignore the obvious problem - she was probably not getting out any time soon.

after some time in the game, vero has come to accept that she’s stuck for the foreseeable future. still, she resents the fact that she worked hard her whole life and has nothing to show for it. the money, connections, and clout she accumulated in her real life mean almost nothing in game. she had some insight on the game’s early development, but nothing that would really translate to something beneficial living in it.

pluto studied and learned the game’s odds, rng, and boss statistics during her time in the game. she’s worked to understand the inner workings, crunching the numbers the way she did in the real world. her analytic approach to successful outcomes have come in handy for some battles, and she hopes to make herself an asset and use that to stay alive as long as possible.

pluto hasn’t decided on a guild just yet. while it seems like her odds would be better if she had a stable group she wants to make the right decision. she’s actively vetting groups and when the time is right, will use her knowledge to leverage a position in one. she hopes that such an alliance will get her closer to her ultimate goal - getting back to the real world, to the life she worked so hard to build. she just hopes it’s still there when she gets back.

[ POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS ]

coworker: someone she knew at her old company, that she spent some late nights working with (potentially could be a romantic connection or eventually become romantic)

ex-girlfriend?: vero had quite a few short lived relationships, and a couple longer term ones, in her real life. she would’ve broken up with some girlfriends due to her workaholic tendencies. this person could hold ill will toward her or still have some feelings for her (and vice versa), and potentially could see if vero’s changed and maybe try to spark something again (or just tell her how she’s still working too hard and no fun even in a game lmao)

guild connection(s): pluto is currently a solo player, but she enters battles and brokers information to guilds in exchange for in game currency and favors. she could have a connections with someone in a guild (or multiple people), providing advice or analytic information based on past battles, the odds of winning certain battles, etc

etc: i’m open to other connections and will probably add more as i think of them, but if you have any ideas and want to plot something, pls just im me and we can talk!!

#veliaintro #❛☾❰ you will remember me for who you think i am—ABOUT ❱☽

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sociallyawkward--fics · 6 years ago

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I mean I'm obviously gonna go for rk1000, sooo? What do you say? ~S

big spoon/little spoon:

I have a feeling they switch, but Markus is probably the big spoon more often

favorite non-sexual activity:

I bet they REALLY like taking walks in the park together. Like, day or night, whenever they’re free (androids don’t really sleep yknow). It’s just peaceful and nice and beautiful, and they don’t even have to talk

who uses all the hot water:

In a human AU where they need to shower, probably Connor? But Markus is guilty of it, as well, just not as often.

most trivial thing they fight over:

I am TERRIBLE at writing fights so I have no clue. Probably whose turn it is to do whatever chore. But like, in the opposite way you’d expect. Like, “You did the laundry this week, let me do it.” “No you’re so busy and stressed let me take care of it, I don’t mind” “Stop hogging all the chores omg”

who does most of the cleaning:

I feel like they both like to keep things a bit neater, but I like to think that Connor has a bit of OCD so probably him. Like, Markus will clean, and then Connor’s brain will be like “there’s still a few crumbs, that book isn’t positioned just right, why is the the pencil cup THERE instead of on the OTHER side of the desk?!?!” and so then Connor just tries to sneakily clean before Markus can get to it so that he doesn’t feel guilty for making Markus feel like he didn’t clean well enough

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:

Definitely Markus. Connor isn’t very pop-culture savvy, so he never knows what the good shows are. He does have a few good choices, but Markus is just better at finding the good stuff And Markus isn’t exactly always in the mood for a serial killer documentary, sorry Connor, sometimes he wants a silly romcom.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

In a human AU where they need heating, probably Markus. Connor gets nervous, he doesn’t want to be a bother or make people go out of their way for him.

who steals the blankets:

Connor. No question.

who leaves their stuff around:

Markus. He’ll throw his jacket on the couch. His bag on the kitchen counter. His shoes on the stairs. He’s always thinking hard about something, whether it’s work or just what show he and Connor would enjoy watching that night, so he just distracted and his stuff is just everywhere. He’s also the “socks all over the bedroom floor” guy.

who remembers to buy the milk

I mean, they probably both do. They’re both very responsible. Markus more often though, maybe, because he’s so used to taking care of Carl.

who remembers anniversaries:

Both of them and they’re both really sappy about it.

Who cooks normally?

They both cook, but Markus does it more often because he’s just the better cook

How often do they fight?

They probably don’t fight too often. The thing they fight about most is probably work. They’re both workaholics but refuse to admit it. They’re always telling each other to get some dang rest.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

They’re able to function just fine when away from each other, going about their normal routines as best they can, but they do miss each other a lot. They call every night/morning (if they’re able)

Nicknames for each other?

I am SO BAD at nicknames. Probably just mushy couple stuff. Idk.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Connor tries, but Markus usually grabs the check first, wanting to be a “proper gentleman”

Who steals the covers at night?

Wasn’t this already a question above? Connor, definitely.

What would they get each other for gifts?

Idk man they’re schmoopy af. Connor loves fluffy blankets and sweaters and cute little knick knacks, so Markus gets a lot of those. Connor probably finds him rare, expensive paint and new sheet music and books and stuff.

Who kissed who first?

I’m torn on this one. I can see it being both. I lean more towards Markus, though, because he seems more confident. (Connor IS confident, but after he becomes deviant, his confidence lays mainly in work. He gets very nervous in social situations)

Who made the first move?

I feel like Connor is totally one to make a move on accident because he’s awkward and flumbly in social situations, but Markus is the first to make a move on purpose

Who remembers things?

They both do. Whoever is better at remembering the thing depends on who’s under the least amount of stress with work. When things get busy for Markus, Connor is better at remembering things. When Connor’s in the middle of a big case, Markus is better at it.

Who started the relationship?

Once again, Markus probably instigated it because I see him being more confident.

Who cusses more?

I can’t remember how much Markus curses in the game? But Connor only does like, twice. I feel like Markus is more likely to casually curse? Connor curses on rarer occasions. That may change once I watch someone play through the game again.

What would they do if the other was hurt?

Do literally all they could to help. They care about each other a lot. They would do everything in their power to help and make sure it didn’t happen again. (even if it’s a simple injury, they’re drama queens)

#ask #anon #S anon #rk1000 #dbh #dbh markus #dbh connor #detroit become human #detroit: become human #connor anderson #markus manfred #conkus #ask games

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E to the x, dy, dx, E to the x, dx. Secant, tangent, cosine, sine, 3.14159. Square root, cube root, log base e, Cheers for math at MIT!!! Ahhhh hahahaha I always have LOVED my dad’s MIT cheer! 📣🧮 It’s so cute! 😄 I’d like to think that my dad is directly responsible for my love of math, science, anatomy & physiology, and physical fitness! I used to row for the crew team both in high school and in college too! Dang, I miss it. Oh well. At least my love for fitness, adventure, and learning are forever unwavering. ❤️ I used to really beat myself up for not becoming a physician like my father, and for not choosing brilliant academic routes like he did. But you know what? I’m ok with it now. Because I really really like myself and how I’ve turned out. I don’t need to be EXACTLY like my father. I’m my own person! What I can do though, is take the traits I admire about him and try to implement them into my own life. I am an outdoor junkie workaholic workout-aholic adventure seeker with a relentless work ethic. I got those things from my dad!!!! I don’t have to be a doctor. I’m so happy with who I’ve become. 🥰 Also, I’ve got big dreams and BIGGER goals, and many coals in the fire. And I may not know exactly what the future holds, but I know that it is big, bright, and exciting!!!! ✖️➗➕➖💪🏼🚣🏼‍♀️🧗🏼‍♀️🚵🏼‍♀️🏄🏼‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️ #mit #mitcrew #collegecrew #rowing #crewteam #rowingteam #adventureseeker #adventurelife #sciencelover #mathlover #workaholic #workoutaholic #fitnesslover #gymrat (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0UE82-pzds/?igshid=182rxpptjbdo3

#mit #mitcrew #collegecrew #rowing #crewteam #rowingteam #adventureseeker #adventurelife #sciencelover #mathlover #workaholic #workoutaholic #fitnesslover #gymrat

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clubpenguinheadcanons · 8 years ago

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Dang because of you I actually started imagining Gary swearing, this is the best thing ever. Just Ace disappears and suddenly Gary is just standing their swearing like a sailor while Jet and Rookie stare on in dawning horror. I am near on the floor, this has brightened my day I am grinning. Thank you!

Ah! I’m so glad I could brighten up your day!

Yeah, I just thought how Gary would just be talking to Ace one second, turns around, and sees that Ace just slid across the frozen lake screaming something about Herbert as they go off into the forest. Which just would get Gary to start cursing about “That goddamn Agent".

But really though, he was just at the end of his rope, he knows that Ace can tend to be a workaholic, but to run off like that? Alone? To later found out that Herbert wasn’t there* became more concerning.

*Or maybe he was, they will never know.

#club penguin #gary the gadget guy #g #herbert p. bear #the agent #cpi #cp #club penguin island #g club penguin #club penguin headcanons

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countingpointsandmeasuringscales · 8 years ago

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Today is really just a blah day.

And of course it would fall on the day that I told myself I would work out. I figure if nothing else, It will keep me on track for the days that I'm not in a blah mood. Buuut I'm going to make myself do it still. Because in a little over a week, I want that number on the scale to drop and I want to at least be feeling a little better. Because I promised all of you and myself that I would commit for 2 weeks. I've broken so many promises to start committing to myself and I don't want this to be another one. Because I want to eventually look in the mirror and see one large problem area. That's how my morning started was with me having to combat that negative talk in my head (after looking in my bathroom mirror as I was walking out the door, I had one major self-image moment. I ended up catching it and telling myself that in just 2 weeks if I continue this, I will feel a little bit better about myself and that I've done pretty dang good so far.) I'm gonna do this. And eventually maybe I won't have to convince myself that I need to do it and what the after effects are going to be. In other news, I found out that I'm getting more responsibilities at work (which is yay because I have legit never had a job that I've felt my supervisor supports me and actually listens to me and where I want to go and because I really don't like staying stuck. I have to feel like I'm moving up to feel like I'm doing well.) I not only am going to get the opportunity to be part of a focus group that is going on company-wide, but I also was accepted to become a mentor to the new hires at work. I've been struggling with if I want to dabble in more of the training side of things or if I would rather just work the more complex claims that actually have to do with medical records. So I feel like this will definitely nudge me in one way or the other. I know you guys really don't care about my work-life, but sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me from laying in bed all day and doing absolutely nothing. For the first time in my life, I love my job and it's turning me into a workaholic.

#weight loss #personal #gonna work out

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everyonesastar · 8 years ago

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I have been watching your blog for awhile now and your stories are really good. I especially like the protective Buster. I've actually been meaning to ask for a request, but I wasnt sure. But I was wondering if you could do a story about Buster, where he is so busy helping his friends and working on his new theater that he kind of forgets about his health, like eating and sleeping, like he turns into a workaholic and Rosita and the gang starts to worry. Just wondering. Love your stories

Hmm, I’m going to try and think of how to make this creative, im sorry if this isn’t my best..but still i hope you enjoy it! Also thanks!

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Buster had been drowning in his struggles with his new theatre, paying loads of bills that had been coming in and dealing with the construction workers who were now building some rehearsal and make up rooms. He had to plan a party along with that as well, the grand re-opening party he had only been planning for a few weeks without a thought of what could happen with theatre until now.

He would also need new props and equipment for shows, including backdrops. How come he didn’t think of all of this at the start? He grumbled while sitting at his desk while Eddie looked at the list of what Buster was desperately going to need.

“Dang Buster….you sure you’re not going to need..” Eddie paused while noticing his friend was asleep, he wasn’t getting much sleep. He decided to not wake him up and left the office quietly.

A few hours or so, the gang had been waiting for Buster to get out of his office because they all had agreed to help with the party. “Is the guy ever going to come out of his office or is he livin’ in it?” Mike said while crossing his arms. “For once I am agreeing with you Mike, when is he going to come out of there? The party is this weekend isn’t it?” Johnny asked.

“I think so..” Meena mumbled, it seemed like the gang was worried about Buster, they hadn’t received any social interactions with him except for when the new theatre had opened. They tried to get a reach of him through the phone which he did answer,but they weren’t long phone calls…

“Maybe we should all just go pay him a visit in his office” Rosita suggested and watched the others agree, so they began to walk to his office

“Hey Eddie, you know where Buster’s office is?” Ash asked “Yeah but, I don’t think you should go in there now…” “But we have to plan the big party this weekend, no?” Gunter said. “Yes but, he’s just really busy right now…so maybe tomorrow?” Eddie said with a slight shrug.

The gang left, but they still wondered on what they were going to do with Buster being so busy with whatever was bothering him.

He jolted awake, not realizing he had fallen asleep. He checked his watch quickly and rubbed his eyes. He checked the time again, he had slept for at least more than four hours.

He looked through the papers on his desk, where was it? He looked everywhere in his office until he spotted his check book on the floor “Thank God” He said before bursting out of his office. “Mr. Moon?” Mrs.Crawley asked. “Don’t worry Mrs.Crawley! Just paying Judith a visit!” Buster yelled while running past a few construction workers on the way.

“Alright! I’m here to pay for some of the bills and put some money in my account!” “Finally, first time in a while that you’ve done this, though Mr. Moon, you’re late to paying one of the bills which means I could charge you a little extra….” Judith grinned at the thought.

“Judith not now please, I still need equipment and costumes and-” “Fine! I’ll….be nice” She said it as if the word ‘nice’ burned her skin. “T-Thank you so much Judith! You won’t regret this!” Buster said while quickly running out.

“Lets hope not” Judith said while rolling her eyes.

He raced back to the theatre, “Wow! That was a fast visit!” Mrs.Crawley exclaimed “Y-Yep now time to…” He paused. “Gosh! I forgot to help with the partying planning today!” He said hitting his head before sitting back at his desk.

“You also forgot your lunch with Eddie this morning or any lunch or dinner’s before that Mr. Moon” Mrs.Crawley said. “I forgot to eat? I forgot to go plan?” He whispered to himself, was this all too much for him? Should he just quit?

“Are you alright Mr. Moon?” Mrs.Crawley asked while opening the door to his office “Honestly, I don’t know.” He paused while laying his head on his desk, “b-but hey…how about you go head home? You need sleep too!” Buster said while looking u[ and forcing a smile. “Alright Mr. Moon! See you tomorrow!” She said while closing the door.

He laid his head back down, he slowly felt himself dozing off-

Music began to play loudly from something on his desk, it had the song ‘Call Me Maybe’ playing. He jolted from how sudden it was and searched for what it could be coming from. His phone, of course, “H-Hello? Who’s this?” Buster asked.

“Just me buddy, anyways, I looked on your list of what you need to do and saw you still needed music?” Eddie mumbled, he sounded tired as well. “Oh god…i forgot abut the music equipment…” Buster said with an aggravated sigh. “Don’t worry, I have some good news about it. Anyways lucky for the both of us, I know how to operate that kind of equipment, so I purchased it for you and got some samples of music for it as well…” He paused noticing Buster had remained quiet.

“Uh? Buster?” “EDDIE! YOU’RE A LIFE SAVER!” Buster yelled into the phone,it sounded as if he was running around. “Hey, no problem…anyways um…shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” Eddie said while yawning a little. “Your right…and you should be sleeping as well! Anyways see you tomorrow Eddie!” Buster said while slamming the phone on his desk, that probably wasn’t the proper way to hang up a phone…

“Ouch…” Eddie whispered before Buster actually successfully hung up the phone while whispering “Sorry” to his friend. He probably shouldn’t have gotten a new phone…

But finally Buster could cross a few things off of his to-do list, ‘pay the bills’ and ‘music equipment’. Then he could finally get some sleep…

He woke up to the sounds of construction going on down below him. “Mrs.Crawley! What time is it?” Buster asked “It’s 3:45 Mr.Moon!” “Have I missed anything?” “Lunch and maybe planning time for your-” Buster ran out of his office and downstairs, it was only a matter of time before he’d miss it.

He saw them all leaving the theatre and yelled for them, “W-Wait! I-I’m…” He stood on the stage to catch his breath. “I’m here!” “Well finally! You’ve missed two of these weird meetings and I honestly cant stand them any longer.” Mike grumbled.

“S-Sorry! But hey! Now you can all tell me what you’re thinking of for the big party!” Buster said. “Ok…anyways we were thinking of making things a little easier by just performing songs ourselves so we can keep the guests occupied …” Johnny mumbled.

“That’s great! I’d love that!” Buster said while Rosita passed him some water, he looked exhausted. “Also I have some cool decorations and balloons!” Gunter said while pulling some samples out of his bag. He even blew up a balloon, “Isn’t this great? No?” Gunter asked “Ya! Thats good!” Buster said with a surprised look.

“Hmm, now what about food and drinks?” Buster asked. “We….Well you see…we haven’t gotten to talk about that part yet….” Meena mumbled, this wasn’t good seeing how today was Friday and tomorrow would be…

“Oh….d-don’t worry! I’ll just um…” Buster felt himself getting more nervous and stressed, he felt like he could pass out at this moment. “Buster? Are you ok?” Rosita asked “I dont think so..he’s looking really pale..” Ash said while walking up to Rosita.

“Mr. Moon?” Johnny said before they all saw him fall on the floor with a thud, he blacked out.

“And now I think he’s dead” Mike said while staring at Buster’s body on the floor.

A few minutes had passed, they were all unsure on calling an ambulance or not but his pulse was there. “Ok guys, I think he’s waking up!” Rosita exclaimed as the others surrounded her.

He was, his eyes began to open up a little. “Wait..what?” Buster said, he was confused out of his mind on what had happened. “Buster, you alright dude? You kinda passed out not too long ago..” Ash asked “You mean I fell asleep?” Buster asked.

“In a way..” Johnny mumbled. “Yeah we all thought you were dead for a second there” Mike said while snickering a little.

“Buster, just tell us all one thing…what’s going on?” Rosita asked, they’ve all been concerned about him…he was never around. Buster sighed “just….” He paused “It’s nothing to worry about! I promise!” Buster said getting up off of the ground.

“Buster come on, you just blacked out, we aren’t going to stop asking until you tell us.” Johnny said. Buster felt nervous, would they get mad?

“Fine…” He sighed and began to explain everything, why he had been so cooped up in his office the past few weeks, why he probably blacked out due to his health at the moment, and why he was unavailable all the time.

They didn’t know what to say or do for their stressed friend, “Buster…we’re so sorry…” Meena whispered. “N-No! It’s not any of your guys fault! It’s just..things are getting harder than i thought….” He mumbled. “Is there anything we can do for you?” Rosita asked.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to eat and sleep is all..” Buster said grinning a little. “Ok! We’ll leave you to it Mr.Moon! Tomorrow is going to be great!” Rosita said, there was an idea forming in her head. The gang was confused by her smile but decided to go along with it as well, as long as he got better they’d all be alright.

Buster was confused as well, but before he knew it Eddie was pushing him towards his office. “You’re going to get some sleep and you’re going to eat, alright?” “But Eddie” “No! You have to! I even ordered that Chinese food you like and you need to eat it ok?” Eddie said while sitting Buster down on pillows that were on the ground.

“Now here” Eddie said while handing Buster a bag filled with the Chinese take out Eddie had gotten him. “Now, stay here ok? Mrs.Crawley will be watching over you…” Eddie said while approaching the door “Wait you’re leavin-” But before Buster could even finish his sentence, Eddie has already left with the door closed.

“Thanks…” Buster mumbled before eating his food.

“Alright guys let’s think, what are we going to do?” Ash asked “No need to think thanks to a friend of mine” Rosita said with a small grin, they were now totally confused.

Eddie walked out with the list of Buster’s “To-Do’s” “Here you go Rosita” Eddie mumbled. “Thanks! How did you get it without him noticing?” She asked “Food is a very good distraction” Eddie said smiling a little.

“Alright, decorations and props….thats basically what we’re capable of doing on this list, also since we’re having a party, Meena and me will be doing food while you guys can go pick out decorations, though I think Mike should handle that one since he hasn’t really been participating…” Rosita said smirking.

“Oh you gotta be kiddin’ me” Mike grumbled while the others snickered. “And Ash and Johnny, you both can make props and other equipment needed, Gunter, once they’re done with making them, you will paint them and you will be making backdrops as well!” Rosita said smiling.

“Also Eddie, I’m sure you know some things about electricity? It seems here on the list that the lights need to be fixed and replaced. Could you do that?” Rosita asked. “Sure why not, if I can operate music and lights then im sure i can fix some..” Eddie said with a shrug. “Thanks! Now everyone, lets get to work!” Rosita said before they all had left the stage.

After a few long hours that were filled with work, they had finished their plan. Meena and Rosita stored the food at Rosita’s house and Johnny, Ash, and Gunter brought the finished props and backdrops. Mike picked decent decorations as well and returned with them, “This is all so amazing guys! Also Eddie, how are those lights going?” Meena asked.

“I think” Eddie paused for a second while hitting the wall, and saw as the light stopped flickering. “I think they’re all finished! I also brought in the music equipment while you all were gone.” “Good job! Now we need to put up the decorations Mike got and the backdrops, then we can just head home and get ready for tomorrow. Got it gang?” Rosita said.

“Yes Ma’am!” Johnny said while he and Ash put the props in a closet backstage.

They all began doing their duties, though mike had some trouble with the decorations, thankfully there was Meena who helped out. Majority of the gang helped with putting up the backdrop that was surprisingly heavy, but within minutes, they were done.

“Alright, its time to go home guys…tomorrow’s a big day! Remember, wear something nice ok?” Rosita said as they all exited the theatre.

Buster woke up slowly, unusual seeing how he always jolted up.His stomach wasn’t empty as it had been recently, he felt satisfied.He got up and out of his office, he felt so awful for not doing anything the other day with the party, he headed out onto the stage.

He was surprised at what stood before him, “Wha-Guys?” He said in disbelief. “Hi Buster! Did you get any sleep?” Rosita asked while the others smiled, they wore dresses and vests, they looked amazing. “You all look great! The stage does as well! Everything in this room looks great! How did you do it?” Buster asked, he looked so amazed.

“Well if we didn’t have Rosita around, this would’ve never happened.” Ash said while crossing her arms. “Well thank you so much Rosita and you all” Buster said smiling, then there was a noise heard. “What was that?” He asked “Well, good thing you woke up, thats the guests….Mrs.Crawley, let them in will you?” Eddie yelled.

“Alright Mr.Noodleman!” Mrs Crawley said while opening the front door.

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The End!

This one took so long for me come up because had no ideas, so I mixed it up a little, I hope you enjoy it anon!

#Sing!#fanfic #writing prompt #sing rosita #sing mike #sing meena #sing gunter #sing johnny #sing eddie #sing ash #Buster moon #^^

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lifeandthings · 8 years ago

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Oh 2016, You are over.

What a year, folks.

I can’t even comprehend a lot of what this year was to me. Have you ever felt like you’re just watching yourself live from the outside, as if you’re breathing on your own face, just looking at yourself wondering if you’re even alive enough to be considered living? Hah. Sounds depressing, right? But that became much of my 2016. Unintentionally, I began drifting into this really negative and zombie-like lifestyle, brought on by a paralyzing, unhealthy amount of stress. My sanity suffered. My identity suffered. My husband suffered. It lasted for too long, too… But there was always goodness and joy in my life; I just couldn’t see it.

I feel so ridiculous sometimes, because I am sitting here in my comfortable, warm, and cat-filled home… and I’m letting the weight of my really incredible job and my I’m-so-busy mindset bring me down. I have none of the struggles that most of humanity has to deal with, because I was lucky enough to have fabulous, still-married parents and because I grew up in an easy, middle-class-America lifestyle.

Realistically, I have lived through very little adversity, discomfort, or oppression. I like to think I understand a lot of different human situations, and I think I do to a certain extent, but only because I’m audacious enough to think I have some intuitive empathy and ability to learn from others’ experiences. I have had a very easy life and truly know nothing of many evils.

I will go on to explain how this year has shaped my personhood regardless, through my own definition of tough times, how decent parts of my soul were refined and how some of my innate selfishness was killed… it was certainly the hardest year I’ve ever had. I hope that perhaps by reading (if you are bored) what I have learned about life through this year, that you might be reminded of something that helps heal you, too.

So, here’s to 2016, for teaching me about my wretched soul and it’s self-attacking habits, only to bring me to its end with a better outlook on who I can be for the world.

Now, for the less fun stuff. It starts with a good thing, though.

In 2016, we became the school directors (And we thought we were busy before that…) This is the biggest life change we’ll have for a very long time… probably until we reproduce. This change of our titles at school was actually really unexpected, but it was surely the proper time for the transition. We are learning how to be bosses: how to oversee ten thousand things at once while also trying to accomplish our own tasks and still stay sane. I don’t know how leaders of much bigger organizations handle it, either.

This was a really exciting and welcomed transition, but it kind of slapped me in the face, as far as lessons go. And then I ended up beating up the rest of me without really meaning to. I fell into a 4-to-6-month hole when I kept thinking that, of course, the people who can succeed at this kind of thing aren’t people like me: the creative, inefficient and easily-overwhelmed ones who need to find meaning and feel productive in every minute of the work day. The people who succeed at this are people like my husband: the diligently effective, structured and wise problem-solvers.

I had a pretty self-deprecating period in 2016. My worth is so tied up in what I do day-by-day, and I was feeling so much like I was drowning that I assumed I really was. Some of this was real. Some of it I imagined.

And I just. couldn’t. do it. I confess that I’m a workaholic. I let work devour each one of my minutes until it became all I could think about, all I could do. This led to many burnt out evenings… Many breakdowns… I think I felt so inadequate for this role that I tried SO HARD to be great at it. And I wore myself into the ground. And then, without warning and without intending to, I collapsed. It was probably late October when that happened…

And then I was a zombie-worker. I lost all motivation. I was trying so hard to not let anyone down that I was more focused on not letting anyone down than what I needed to be doing, which of course meant I WAS letting people down. That crushed me. I realized that my worst fear was actually true, that I was actually not succeeding at the work I wanted so badly to succeed at. By being so caught up in that exact thing, I found myself sinking deeper into fear of my own inadequacy instead of recognizing my failure and moving on. I couldn’t quite bring myself to believe I was capable of this job anymore.

For most of the summer and fall, I would return home from work and sit on the couch and stare. Stare at the wall. Stare at the door. Stare at the books that I didn’t have enough mental energy to read. Stare at my cats while they fought cat-brother battles. Try to beckon them to me only to have them turn away their high noses and then show up ten minutes later in my lap. My head was so unnecessarily full that I couldn’t do anything else. I didn’t know how to handle the responsibility and the accompanying concerns.

The little Kronk devil on my shoulder was telling me that I was a waste of space, a failure at my job, a terribly selfish wife (fairly true at that point in time), and a totally undeserving vessel of our precious oxygen. I think I hit the lowest of lows in my whole life, and it was all made up in my head. I’ve had some really emotionally challenging circumstances too, but those occurred back when I was a generally optimistic and positive human, someone I consider more of an ideal me, someone who drifted from me over the past few years of stress.

I really needed a wake up call, because every negative thought in my head was all based on my ungrateful perception of a truly great situation. Yet every single morning was a ridiculous struggle. I lost all energy for the work day. I stopped wanting to get up in the morning. That strained my husband and it led to less productive days for me (shocker). The culprit that was dragging me down was just this huge, towering rubber-band ball of stress.

I’ve learned that I do not know how to handle stress. At all. Ironically, I’m usually very calm in dangerous situations or situations that require common sense or care of another. It’s like mom-mode automatically kicks in and I am strong and careful, trying to help others. But when it comes to my own dang life, I’m a total mess. I take responsibility for EVERYTHING, even if it’s not mine to take. I let work devour every second of my thought process because I want so badly to succeed and to do well at my job. I internalize every failure and it permeates my free time, too. I start thinking I am never going to live up to this business if I don’t just do one more thing, write one more email. (And I couldn’t if I kept that up.)

What it really came down to was pride. I’m a stubborn, self-righteous mess who cares so much about looking like I have it all together and being strong for other people that I start letting the inner-sanctum of my life suffer in order to maintain the idea that I’m in control of my life, great at my job, and also that I am right (aka, correct in my assumptions or decisions).

I never realized that I tried to “present the perfect life” in my own weird way… because I’d always hear about all the people trying to make their lives look amazing on Instagram and perfect bodies and what not… and I’m not that way at all, but in reality, in real life, I have the same compulsion regarding the people around me. My version of this corruptive mindset manifests itself as wanting people to perceive me as smart and having my head screwed on straight. Now I realize it is kind of the same thing… just mental instead of physical.

My husband helped a lot. He’s an angel of positivity and good advice at all times. He is the type of person who is overjoyed with his house, wife, cats, and job, and he truly doesn’t understand when people (ahem, me) can’t just enjoy the little things and love life, because why not?! (He’s the best person ever, really…)

Church helped a lot, too. I am so crazy about our church, and so grateful we began attending it this past spring. Scott’s preaching is boss, and his grace-filled yet straightforward get-off-your-butt kind of reprimands are exactly what I needed at this point. The season of life that I hit in October and November was a big problem. I knew it was self-inflicted. I knew if I could only overhaul my negative attitude that I would be healed of this mental sickness. I think I drank a glass or two (or three) of wine every single night of November… I didn’t even realize I was doing it until the end of the month.

God reminded me that I will continue to flounder when I try to overhaul my negative attitude, no matter how many productivity, positivity, gratitude and self-help style books I buy (and trust me, there were a lot… it’s one of my favorite genres). What I needed to be reminded of is that Jesus is far stronger than I will ever be, and no peace is like His peace. Slowly but surely, I stopped trying to do it all on my own, because I just can’t. Jesus wanted to take my burden and carry it for me. Seriously, how much better can it get? He didn’t ask me to get myself figured out before I come to Him. He asked me to stop being so hard on myself and instead trust that He’s got this. He led me here and He’ll lead me daily.

Crazy how everything started falling into place shortly after God slapped me on the forehead with that and I stopped freaking out about every little thing.

It wasn’t instant at all. It’s not magic. It requires me consciously setting aside my own crazy brain and asking for God’s peace daily. I started enjoying work more. I started being kinder. I sort of became myself (or the me I always strive to be) again, without realizing it.

Then last week when I got to see so many friends in my hometown in Alaska, I felt even more like the happy-go-lucky me they all know me as. I am so grateful these magnificent souls brought me back to a time when things were simpler for me, mostly because joy was all that consumed me back then.

It was a tough year of fighting my own mind. I think I have an strong inclination toward depression and anxiety. It was never noticeable until I took on so much stress that it paralyzed me. It became far more than I could ever handle. And here I used to think I was having hard times… hard years… losing friends, crashing cars, college finals, other jobs. It was nothing compared to what running a school feels like. This year broke me. And it was EXACTLY what I needed.

So here I am, entering 2017, coming up on my quarter of a century-mile-marker… Every year I think I have more figured out, and then I’m nudged and reminded that God is the only thing that truly matters and that pride will always kill me. I’m grateful to all of my family and friends for dealing with me being a depressing pile of mush this year.

I’m so happy to feel freed from all this self-created distress. 2016 has taught me about myself in a way that no other year has… I’ve finally come face to face with my biggest enemy: my own need to be wise, to be right, to be in control and to be awesome, better known as pride. A healthy dose is called self-esteem and confidence in who you are, but it’s so easy for it to become an all-consuming monster.

I’ve been reminded that the skills I bring to my job are unique and worthwhile, and that’s WHY I’m doing it. That’s why I was put in this position. I’m not like my husband, so easily ordered, but I have the skills he doesn’t have, which is why we make a great team. And even so, no matter what, I am reminded that spending time doing the things I love and loving the things I do will bring me lasting joy to persevere through more stressful times.

Here’s to a year full of less of the negative and more of the little day-to-day joys. That’s my goal. Let’s see how it goes. 😁

By the way, part of what will help me is this new blog. I very much enjoy writing. I like writing about life and important things… Real things. A blog has been on my mind for a long time…

So, welcome to Life & Things. Follow (https://lifeandthings.tumblr.com) to keep up with my brain… I know I can’t write as fast as it moves but I’ll try to do better about at least writing something. It will be my stress reliever and a joy-helper. For now, let’s just enjoy 2017 for all of its upcoming good and bad things. Do we not always learn from them? 🙏🏼

#adulting #stress #joy #2016 #workaholic #life lessons

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