#doesnt know how to use the doorbell

[flamekittenidunno]

why did i do this to myself

[luna0713hunter]

Tell me a lie

Part 1

Modern au!Choso x reader,breakup,angst,hurt/comfort,happy ending i promise

The day you break up with Choso, ironically,is the anniversary of the day you two met.

Breaking up with Choso,was easy;you two weren't real couples to begin with. The whole thing only started out as a joke;since the two of you kept getting hit on in College almost every day,you thought it'll be a funny idea to play pretend with your best friend.

"what if we pretend to date?i bet that'll help us out."

It was a joke. A stupid, thoughtless joke.

A joke,that got real too fast.

"what if we did?"

So you did. At that time,it seemed like the best idea; after all,you and Choso never had any romantic feelings toward one another,so it wouldn't hurt right?

But breaking up did hurt. No matter what.

Falling in love with Choso was easy. Of course it was;he was the kindest guy you've ever knew. He was your best friend since the first semester in college,and the only guy you could rely on.

Falling in love with Choso was easy, because you've always loved him deep in your heart.

The sky was blue,night was dark,and you loved Choso Kamo.

Simple as that.

But as you watch Choso stare down at his hands across yours on the small table tucked in the corner of a cozy cafe,you cant help but to wonder how easy it would be to reach out and wrap your fingers around his.

But no. You wont do that; because that wasnt the deal. You both had agreed that after college ends,so does your fake relationship. And thats why you're here;to end whatever was going on between the two of you.

"so...thats it." You clear your throat,trying to muster enough courage for an awkward smile, "the last day of college. "

Choso doesnt say a word.

"what,uh,what would you do now?"

Your eyes remain on the way his long, elegant fingers tap against the coffee mug he's holding.

Tap,tap,tap

"I'll look for job. Take care of Yuji."

"oh yeah!you mentioned he's gonna live with you from now on,must be exciting!"

And finally,Choso looks up. And how you wished he'd continue to look at you forever.

"if we're done here,i should go pick up Yuji from his daycare."

And you just nod, dumbfounded as he grabs his coat and pays for both of your drinks. You dont say a word,not until he's almost out of the door,before glancing back at you with the smallest,most forced smile you've ever seen from him.

"it was nice being with you,y/n. Take care."

"you too Choso..."

I Love you

You dont say. Instead,you just sit there,staring out of the cafe window as the first snowflakes of winter start to fall.

And if you've shed a tear or two,no one would know.

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"yes!yes thank you so much!!! I'll head straight there!!!"

As you rush to the nearest bus stop,you check the address your friend has sent you. If you took the bus right now,you would be there in no time!

Why the rush?

Lets just say,job hunting was going nowhere. So as soon as your friend from college mentioned she knew someone who needed a sitter for their sibling,you jumped at the opportunity.

As you get off the bus,you double check the location your friend has sent you and smile;the house is nothing big,just a regular household you see on streets. The front yard has few flowers and plants,and when you ring the doorbell,your heart beats loudly against your ribcage.

The door swings open,and when you dont see anyone in front of you, you raise your brow until you hear a tiny,excited voice calling for you.

"Hi y/n!!"

Your eyes draws downward,and you let out a small squeak;the small boy standing in front of you is nothing but adorable. His spikey pinkish hair is messy,and his big brown eyes are so innocent. There are scratches and small bruises on his cheeks,arms and knees,and the huge, blinding smile he's giving you makes anyone's heart melt.

But that's not the reason you're almost having a heart attack no.

The reason is-

"Yuji!i told you not to open the door without me!!"

Yuji,the small boy turns around and smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry,Choso-nii!"

You swallow,and as you're wondering if its too late to turn around and run,the man himself,Choso freaking Kamo opens the door wider and upon seeing you,grows quiet.

There's an awkward moment where neither of you say anything.

"...y/n. Why are you here..?"

You cough,and hold up your phone for him to see.

"Remember Yuki,from college?she told me her friend needed a sitter for his younger sibling...so.."

"You're my new sitter,y/n?!"

The small squeal has you melting and you knee in front of Yuji and ruffle his hair.

"hey Yuji,i see you still remember me."

The boy gives you a toothy grin, showing you he's missing a few,and nods.

"Big bro always talks about you-"

"Yuji," Choso's calm voice snaps both of your heads his way, "why dont you go watch tv while we speak?"

Yuji,the ever polite kid he is,rushes inside. Leaving you alone with your kinda-friend who you haven't seen in six months.

Not since your break-up.

When Choso clears his throat,you nervously glance up at him and hate the way your heart throbs,even after six months.

You still love him.

"so," he awkwardly steps aside, "want a cup of tea?"

[rafecameronsgun]

heey so this is my very first post,i wanna knoww what you think,so please leave a comment 🙏🏻🤍

warnings: smoker!rafe,party, christian girl,dangerous rafe who ruinssss every part of reader

Always,always the bad boys…

Always, always, always, you hated boys like Rafe Cameron. The heartless bad boys. Always, always, always, it was the kind-hearted, devoted guys who swept you off your feet. The guys with the best grades in school, attending advanced math classes, constantly talking about science and how everything around us is a miraculous gift from God. The guys who ask if they can hold your hand. Always, always, always the good guys. The respectful, cute little nerds. Because you are exactly like that. You wear a bow in your hair like a little girl, if a skirt doesnt reach your knee, you put on tights... every day you read the Bible, go to church on Sundays... You only see the good in people, always helping everyone, and nothing irritates your nerves more than someone not appreciating education.

You were perfect. Until Rafe Cameron ruined you.

Your friend, Sophie, is celebrating her 18th birthday today, and she invited you to her birthday party. You ring the doorbell of a huge, white house with a gift in your hand. Loud music is playing inside the house, and through the window, you see rapidly changing colorful LED lights. You don't have time to turn back when you realize that this is not the kind of party you're used to.

"Hi there!" your friend opens the door and invites you in. The gift in your hand is quickly replaced by a red party cup. The loud music is pounding in your body, it scares you because you've never heard such loud music before. With trembling legs, still in shock, you cautiously venture further inside, walking along the wall, trying not to bump into any drunk youngsters. You don't even want to get into their line of sight. You want to disappear, but you can't be so rude to your friend. You can't leave her, you can't be so impolite.

Sophie grabs your arm and pulls you down onto a couch.

Your legs pressed together, you clutch your cup. Your stomach tightens to the size of a fist, your lungs betray you by not supplying oxygen to your bloodstream. You grip the cup tighter to hide your trembling hand. You want to get out of here, as soon as possible.

"Truth or dare?" a guy speaks in a deep, hoarse voice. You didn't think it was meant for you until Sophie nudges you. Shyly, you look up from your lap, and your gaze meets a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes. The owner is Rafe Cameron, but you don't know that yet. All you know is that he is very attractive. His massive body stretches out on the couch, lean muscles tense under the royal blue fabric of his shirt as he lights a cigarette. "Wh-what?" you ask in a soft, trembling voice. You look at Sophie, she raises her eyebrows excitedly, waiting for you to respond.

"Umm... dare?" you say, or maybe ask, you're not sure anymore, you just want to leave. The guy smirks satisfactorily, lets out a dark laugh, and moves up on the opposite couch. Leaning forward, barely 20 centimeters separate you, and then he says, "Sit on my lap!"

His jaw tightens, and you’re sure you saw a little flame flickering in his eyes as he waits for your reaction. He takes a drag from the cigarette, and you are still frozen in place. Sophie looks at you, raises her eyebrows excitedly, waiting for me to respond.

"And what if I don't?" you ask, now a bit indignant.

"Then smoke this cigarette!" he holds the substance towards you. In the Bible, it says not to do drugs. And not to fornicate. You don't know which is the heavier sin in the eyes of God, but before you can decide, Sophie pushes you into his laps

"Have some fun, Sleeping Beauty!" she laughs at you.

You freeze. Your legs on either side of the guy, your eyes pop open, your hand accidentally lands on his chest. You feel his loud heartbeat under your palm, his warm muscles as he leans back. He casually tosses his arn onto the back of the couch, using one arm to lift the harmful substance to his mouth. And then, in the next moment, you feel something that's the cherry on top of the cake. Something hard, very hard, is trying to penetrate the gap between your legs through your pants. Your eyes almost pop out of your head, you pull your hips back, and somewhere on his thigh, you sit down. He takes a big drag of the cigarette, then blows it into your face.You cough, withdrawing. The smoke fills your face, and you try to move away. He grabs you with one arm, lifting you back to where you were. Then he looks at you with an intense, intimidating look, and you find yourself gazing at the bulge in his pants...

He chuckles softly as he pulls you forward with one hand. You let out a soft gasp when you recognize the shape beneath you, and you'd rather sink into the ground in shame for finding this appealing.

"What's wrong, scared of a dick?" he laughs loudly, and the way he looks at you... he finds you pathetic. And so do you find yourself pathetic. You'd leap off him, but then he lifts you up with one arm, standing up with you, there's a height difference of at least 40 centimeters between you. And he love it. Taking another drag from his cigarette, you remain frozen. He leans down, until his face is about two fingers away from yours. You can't move, and you certainly don't want to. Rafe Cameron fascinates you. The golden chain around his neck sways as he leans down, his ocean blue eyes and his buzzcut... perfectly fitting the "dangerous bad boy" vibe.

He raises his hand to your face, lifting your chin with his thumb. Placing his palm on your cheek, his thumb separates your two lips, and what happens next... every cell in your body trembles.

He exhales the smoke into your mouth, and now you also feel the foul, tobacco smell in your own mouth. You start to cough, and he smiles with a menacing look, causing your knees to almost buckle.

"What's your name, Princess?" he asks, then secures his strong arms around your thin, toned waist.

"I... I..." you can't answer because, the next moment, he squeezes both sides of your waist, sending shivers through your veins. You find yourself looking at his pants. You need to know if he like this situation as much as you do. And yes, he ENORMOUSLY love it.

After this, you became Rafe Cameron's mission. Every time you meet, every time he follows you, and every time he sneaks through your window at 4am in the morning to finger you, he corrupts you a bit more. And you find yourself realizing that, in just a few weeks, you've committed more sins in his presence than in your entire life. He intoxicates you at parties, demands you to smoke from his cigarette... in just a few weeks, he completely ruined you. And you fucking love him for it.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @stellas-starry-stories13 request: reqs are still open????

damn bro

did you like increase the amount of reqs or smth

Anyway

akito, toya, and rui with a gf who can sing rlly good but she doesnt think so and like they basically have to convince her she has talent

ty pookie

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kinda yeah hihi I usually do 10 and this time I did 15 >:D Anyway hope you don't mind the fact I made it little oneshot hihi 🤭

Anyway I had a bit of fun here so I really hope you'll also like it!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, TW: small swear in Akito part

Akito came over to the playground the two of you were often meeting up. He saw you using this time to practice so he quietly walked closer and closer behind you. He didn't wanted to be creepy but also knew if you hears him, you'd stop singing... And can you really blame him for just wanting to enjoy the beautiful melody?

"Goddamn why the high note..."

He could hear you complain to yourself... and just by the way you couldn't reach the high note, he could hear your voice was most definitely strained...

"Don't. You'll make your vocal cords worse."

"A-Akito?! When did you got here?!"

"Just a while ago. Here."

He replied shortly an just reached out his right hand holding bottle of water for you to take.

"Take it easy."

"Eh... I seriously want to learn how to sing finally..."

"You're already great at singing, don't bullshit me. I'll shut up your mouth myself if I'll have to. You're literally one of the best singers I know so don't damage your throat like that."

He said a bit done with how self conscious you seem to be about your singing, when he's admiring it every time he hears your voice! It's him who's supposed to be jealous of the other's talent here, not you!

He only furrowed his eyebrows more and crossed his arms when he saw how unconvinced you looked. With small sigh he realized there might be just one way for you to listen to him...

"You're... actually my idol, believe it or not..."

"I... am... what...?"

You stops there just looking at each other in silence, you trying to figure out if he's serious, while he tries to nad faint from emberassment.

"Let's get this date going. What was it? Cafe?"

He said standing up straight and turning towards exit of the playground, thinking he found great excuse to forget about what he said and takw your attention somewhere else.

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 @aluvslink - come get your pancakes lover!

Toya thought it's gonna be a normal home date for you! He casually rang on your doorbell, hoping for you to answer, but when he was on 5th ring, you didn't answer the door or any of his phonecalls... he got seriously worried... So he used the spare keys you gave him in case of an emergency and opened the door for himself.

"Y/N? I'm sorry for barging in like this but... you didn't answer and I'm really worried now... Are you alright? Did something happen?"

He slowly walked into house, raising his voice ever so slightly to make his presence known. His legs slowly lead him to your room... he also gave a little knock on the door once he arrived, but he was a little hesitant when he heard you were apparently... listening to his groups song?

After few minutes you opened the door for him a little bit surprised. But before you could even said anything, he quickly explained himself, not wanting you to have any bad suspicions about him.

"You weren't answering at doorbell or my phone calls... I got worried and used the spare keys. I'm sorry..."

"No, no... it's my fault for listening to music too loudly..."

He looked over at your computer screen and noticed the song named "Aun no Beats", covered by Vivid BAD SQUAD. His first thought was that you might be having negative thoughts about yourself again, but he didn't wanted to jump into conclusions... so he decided to ask first.

"May I ask why were you listening to my groups song?"

"I just... you sound really nice in that cover! And... I just wanted to... enjoy it?"

It was clear lie to him. Now he was sure you were doubting your singing talent again, so he swiftly took your hands into his and placed a soft kiss on it's back, not hiding with his words he knows true reason behind your actions.

"You're amazing singer, my dear... Every time I hear your voice, it feels like my voice is being blessed by an angel... You're incredible at what you're doing, trust me."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover!

Since Rui has practice with his group today and you were free, and he didn't wanted to leave you alone... he invited you to join! He honestly didn't mind you wanted to sit in audience~ Everyone have their preferences after all!

But nonetheless, he still kept a close eye on you when he performed... and he was glad he did because he noticed that look in your eyes that told him everything. The way you were sadly looking at the current singer... the way your face turned into a frown during someone's higher notes... he could tell you were thinking about your own talent not being enough again...

So the first chance he got, he approaches you sneakily and surprised you with sudden hug! He tried to appear cheerful to not let you know he figures you out, so you wouldn't turn to defensive mode.

"How's my pretty singer doing~?"

"Oh- uh... I'm good! But I wouldn't say I'm-"

"Yes, you are... You're great singer, darling. Please don't doubt yourself..."

In the end he can't hold back the honesty... he just finds it so hard to believe, how someone as amazing as you doesn't see what an amazing person they actually are...

"Just trust me on this one! It's not any plan or trick, I promise on RoboNene!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @sillykana-13 @aluvslink - come get your crazy inventor~

[kaiswifeblog]

𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 [TAESAN X FEM!READER]

summary: in which you develop a crush on your neighbor, Taesan, while being locked in your house because of your sickness.

Song recs: sick of house by ozon

Genre: crack and fluff

Warnings: none-

feat/: Hanni and Minji (NewJeans), Yuna (itzy), Chaewon (LESSERAFIM)

Since you were little you've been told to stay in your house, and you liked it you stayed all day in bed (when you didn't have to do your lessons, of course) and that means no one that could distract you.

That is until you met him, Taesan, he moved in your neighborhood a few months ago and you remember that when you first saw him you could hear yourself screaming at how much you wanted to see him in person.

FLASHBACK:

It was a normal day for you, your parents were at work and you were in bed, when you hear a engine shutting off outside your window

You get out of bed and look out of your window. You see a moving truck parked in front of your neighbours house.

The last owners moved because they wanted to live somewhere cheaper.

while thinking you see a couple getting out of a car that was behind the truck

'great another neighbor that will never talk us, can someone of my age just come and live here!' You thought.

That's when a boy walked up to the couple ,which you assumed we're his parents.

And suddendly you just have to grab your phone and text your friends. You text the group chat in which you, yuna, chaewon, minji and hanni all talked.

you: GUYS!!!!

hunny:WHAT?? DID DOMEBADT KILL YOUR MOM??

chae: what-you: anyway, there is this new couple that moved here.

Yunyun:and??

Minji: they probably have a son her age and she started liking him.

you: how the fuck did you know?

hunny: Minji wtf!?!?

Minji: HELL YEAH, oh and it's bc I alr saw him

Minji: and talked with his parents

you: oh..

Minji: he actually looks like he listens to emo songs and Avril Lavigne.

Hunny: HE WAS A SKATER BOY SHE SAID SEE YOU LATER BOY.

Chae: so you want our help to catch his attention?

You: well..

You: wait someone rang the doorbell!

Hunny: okay dent let them in your house they might be bad!

You walked down the stairs and opened the door, just a bit, and saw that it was the couple you saw standing in front of the house next door.

"hello?" "Hello we just moved next door and we wanted to meet some of our new neighbours!" "Yes I saw from my window" "that's nice! May I ask where are your parents?" "They are at work" "so you're home alone?" "Mhm"

The couple looked at each other before calling Taesan over.

"Taesan can you please stay with this young lady here until her parents come home" "oh ma'am?"

Taesan agreed and now you both are sitting on your couch while there was an embarrassing silence

"so I'm y/n! Nice to meet you" "Taesan.." "so what do you think of the new neighbourhood?" "It's nice even tho I just arrived here"

"oh.." "why are you at home during school time?" He asked.

And you froze, you couldn't just tell someone you met that you had a sickness that didn't make you go out of your house

"I was sick today" "okay.."

A few hours later you found yourself at the door because taesan had to go home. You two stayed quiet for a while but you started to hear someone shout.

Your friends.

"Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU CANT GO OUT" they shouted "uh?" Taesan looked confused, why couldn't you go out is that why you weren't at school

"hanni please dont-" "oh don't me young lady you can't go out what would the doctors say?!" "Um excuse me can someone explain what's going on"

"minji is he the Avril Lavigne boy?" "what-"

"so you have an illness that doesn't let you go out of your house" "yeah" "well that doesnt bother me don't worry, still I have to go, see you y/n"

"see you Taesan"

[drkmgs]

Make this a very special one please!

Can you do a fic about Reader is Wednesdays big sister and wednesday is still a little baby and is like 4-5, So Reader takes care of wednesday while her parents are gone. But wednesday is never happy around reader and only happy around others so she acts cold and mean to reader ( As usually ) and doesnt behave, So Reader gets angry and avoids her. and Wednesday gets EXTREMELY Murderous and furious because of it.

Older Sister

Wednesday Addams x Sis! Reader

Warning: flame gun.

I don't often get requests, so why not do it? It will be my first time writing from a female Reader's perspective but I still used "you". It isn't extremely murderous and furious for a Wednesday Addams, because I think her sadistic side would be built up by the time she grows up and Maia Weems is just the young Gwendoline Christie, I have been seeing her old pictures everywhere, so might as well use them...

Being an older Sister comes with big responsibilities because how do you expect a child to look after another child? Anyway, you just turned 18 and your parents thought it would be a nice idea to leave your 4-year-old baby sister with you while they're out of town and do what evil knows! Do you have any idea how to take care of a 4-year-old? No, but you tried your best to get along with your younger sibling, which you think would never happen.

You're about to pack your things and abandon this house. You can't imagine where this little thing gets her energy from. She's been running around the house with a machete in her hand when she's supposed to be in bed for her afternoon nap. Your patience is growing thinner and thinner over time.

The whole house knows if you're mad — a deafening silence would be present in the house, and it would make normal people mad and wish to be sent to an institution. So, when you had enough of Wednesday Friday Addams's shenanigans, you treat her like a ghost. She would say mean things to you, taunt you, and/or give you the cold shoulder, but you didn't care anymore.

You asked Grandmama and Uncle Fester to look after Wednesday since she would listen to them — while you do one of your school projects, which isn't due after the summer — not like any Addams, people seem to like you and were willing to partner with you. You were excited about Maia Weems coming over. She's magnificent. She's literally like her mother and she looks 100% like her, just years younger. You have had this crush on her since you both started Nevermore and you definitely want to impress her.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup when a little dark cloud opens your bedroom door. "I'm glad you realized you aren't a good babysitter and gave the authority to Grandmama and Uncle Fester." Wednesday had her hand barely on the doorknob. "but Mother and Father explicitly said YOU should look after me." Wednesday added and stepped into the room. You flicked your finger, causing her to be sent out of the room and the door slammed onto her face. This angered the little viper and she silently walked away, thinking what the best way to get her revenge was. The doorbell rang through the whole house and she looked outside the window, there she finds her solution to her problem.

You let Maia enter the house, and you could see her face light up at the sight of the house, you could tell she liked the aesthetic of it. You toured her around the house, not thinking about where your sister is, not until you see an incoming arrow, you were about to flick it away but Maia caught it in time. She was shocked but still had a smile on her face and that's when she noticed Wednesday hiding behind the door. "Oh wow, Who do we have here? Hi! I'm Maia, your sister's friend. What's your name?" Maia kneeled in front of Wednesday just a few feet away.

When Wednesday didn't answer Maia looked up to you for a little help. "That's Wednesday. My little sister." You introduced the 4-year-old hiding behind the door. "Wednesday? What a unique name, where does it come from?" Maia asked still looking up at you. "Our mother named her after her favorite rhyme 'Wednesday's child full of woe'." You looked at Wednesday, you gave her one of your signature signs — raising an eyebrow — meaning what was the arrow for? Wednesday didn't say anything but just shrugged and slammed her door, which caused Maia to flinch and lose her balance, but you were quick to hold her up. You received a thank you from her, which you acknowledged with a nod, but your brain was in full gear thinking about what is Wednesday up to.

Both of you sat in your room on the bed and it was awfully quiet. Too quiet for your liking. You had a gut feeling that Wednesday is up to no good. This didn't go unnoticed by the girl sitting beside you. "Y/N did you even listen to what I said?" Maia sensed your attention wasn't on her the whole time. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" You looked at her but still, you weren't fully attentive. Maia took your face in both of her hands and made you look her in the eyes. "I said, stop worrying about your sister" her face was inches away from yours which made you realize that and a slight blush creeps in on your cheeks.

That's when a little Wednesday Addams kicked the door open with a flame gun, which surprises Maia for a bit, then her facial expression changes to adoration. You were sitting there with your eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed at Wednesday. "Isn't she adorable, Y/N? Wednesday you look so cute with that flame gun." She said with a big full smile, which you love so much. This comment made Wednesday stop swinging the flame gun and turned it off. "Oh sweetheart, what's wrong? Did I say something bad?" Maia was confused seeing Wednesday's face start to distort into a...smile? and is that laughing? Is she laughing?

"Wednesday, you annoying little brat." You say which made her stop laughing. You snapped your fingers, which caused Wednesday to be trapped in an invisible rope, and floated in front of you. "Are you going to take your afternoon nap or I'll let Maia baby you until you get tummy aches from laughing?" You gently tell her, sure torture wasn't a big deal for her but laughing and a tummy ache is pure hell for your 4-year-old sister who's all melancholy since she was born. Talking to her gently was a sign that you mean what you said, being gentle in this family is odd enough, so when Wednesday got to hear your gentleness she had goosebumps all over her body, and made her tired.

The little girl yawned, still trapped in the invisible rope. Maia slapped your arm lightly indicating to let the little girl down, she stretched her arms to get the almost-asleep girl settled in her arms. You let Wednesday float above Maia's stretched arms and let her gently down. "I never knew you liked children?" Maia said rocking Wednesday in her arms. "I don't. I tolerate them." You move to stand up and show her Wednesday's room. Before Maia followed you, she looked down at the sleeping little girl and whispered "Be good to your sister, she loves you more than you know and I would appreciate it if you don't drive her mad, because I would like to marry her." The little girl squirmed in her arms, Maia knew Wednesday is listening and she knew this will change the relationship between you and Wednesday.

[nuttytani]

Hold my chai, aunty has arrived in the Mansion

(adventures of aunty in the ikemen vampire universe. into the ike-verse!)

It was just a normal day of work for aunty. You know, the usual, kicking her husband and children out for work and school with their tiffin and bags in tow.

Finishing cleaning the house like a sonic with extra energy drinks and taking the rubbish out,

Then finally! A hot shower

She was only left with making her sweet and relaxing lunchtime tea when her doorbell rang.

She opened the door and.....everything turned white and aunty's life turned upside down. Or did it?

Actually it turned up. I mean her life was already up but now it's better-ish?

She's basically on a month-long vacation! Away from her husband and children (I mean sure she's worried about the state of the house but they can manage by themselves right? They won't miss her.....right? Ok fine maybe she's kind of sort of worried about them and missing them but she KNOWS she can go back so haha!)

The mansion people were quite warm and welcoming towards her so it didn't take much time for her to adjust.

Except for the food and... tea.

YOU CALL THIS FOOD? DEAR SEBASTION, WHERE ARE YOUR MASALAS? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE SALT AND PEPPER-- THAT'S NOT MASALA

And the tea! How…. she won’t even describe how she feels except for pure disappointment. These people had no ingredients for chai

Comte had no choice but to order some.....groceries for dear aunty. He couldn't say no to her. Especially with how disappointed she looked while eating food or having her tea.

He also had to turn the wine cellar into a grocery store room. But he sure had great company with aunty! Joining her outside in his garden. 

Smoking who? Comte got rid of his cigar and now constantly has a cup of chai in his hand (mostly because aunty would yell nonstop for him and leonardo to stop smoking. Because 1) she doesnt want to be a chain smoker 2) smoking is bad for your health and makes you look like a gangster…. Aunty’s words, not mine!)

(Psssst she also taught Sebastian how to make chai 101 until he got the recipe right till perfection.)

The other mansion residents weren't having that much....fun tho. It felt like having a mom after many years. Which is funny because technically, they’re wayyyyy older than her, and they’ve told her so many times, and each time she replies with a: but you all act like children, that’s not my fault is it? Now my dears, would you please pass me that newspaper? 

One day, Arthur was walking around half naked around the mansion only to receive the MOST judgemental stare in his entire life

“Put some goddamn clothes on, child! You’ll catch a cold at this rate.”

“Aunty, that's not possible for vampires….”

“Do I look like I care? Put some clothes on.”

Or the first week in the mansion, practically staring daggers at everyone 

“Shoes inside the house? Who’s going to clean this… Sebastian? Mitsuki? Your mom? Me? Well definitely not any of us.”

House slippers became a thing ever since and now NO ONE dares to wear shoes inside the house. 

Vincent had to learn cooking as well, like proper cooking.

Aunty found it shocking that even her daughter's terrible cooking wasn't as bad as his. So that was saying something.

Dazai stopped using the windows as a way to enter the house 

Actually there were a lot of positive changes in the house, at least for Sebastian and Mitsuki 

They had SO much help in the kitchen. They wouldn’t let aunty do the cleaning and laundry though, that’d be rude and she’s basically on a vacation. She needs to relax! 

Her favourite weapon of choice to discipline the mansion boys is her handy dandy jharu (broom).

She'd pass it to Mitsuki or Sebastian when they'd go wake up Napoleon. If he tried to do his sleep-kissing thing- he'd get one smack on his face with the broom.

Idk how she got it but she somehow has it so we roll with it okay? 

random thoughts that had to be written down. they don't really make much sense but heyyy who cares?

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The Deacam

[Flitting through the corners of the traffic camera’s grainy view, a man in a cowboy hat is seen hurrying through the shadows of LA. At one point, the man attempts to cross a seemingly barren street yet manages to narrowly avoid being hit by a car. Unshaken, he stops, speaks to the driver, and afterwards the driver points him in the opposite direction as he continues to explain something to him. Afterwards, the cowboy breaks away from the driver, bounding through the shadows, a left here, a few honks there, three blocks straight – almost runs into a street vendor here, a right and finally… he slows down, but still clutching his chest. He approaches a cafe and is wreathed by its warm tide of light.]

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[Footsteps with the gentle click of spurs, followed by panting. Then, a doorbell chimes happily, gentle murmur crowds a corner, footsteps muffled by a rug for brief second.]

Bennett, A. : Oh, thank god, you’re here. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come. Do you want to get something before we get into it? I was gonna get a coffee.

Keller, D. : Sorry, Arthur, I got a little lost on the way here. [Rustling of fabric, continues speaking over it.] I'm not much of a coffee drinker myself, is there something else you'd recommend?

Bennett, A. : Hm, I could see you enjoying some chai. You don't have to, though, I know you've got some… Dietary restrictions. [A pause.] I'm sorry, Deacon. This whole small talk thing is pretty new to me.

Keller, D. : [Short chuckle.] Don't we all? A cup of chai sounds wonderful, Arthur.

[Footsteps joined together.]

Keller, D. : Don't worry about the small talk either, friend. We've got enough big stuff to talk about tonight that we should get started, eh?

Bennett, A. : Can we wait… A bit for that kind of talk? [More footsteps, fabric rustles.] (Gently, but closer to phone’s general location.) Remember, I'm the one paying here.

Keller, D. : Of course we can wait, Arthur. I've got all night. [Footsteps.] As for who's paying… I suppose we'll have to see.

[Chair screeches against the floor, creaks. The gentle tide of conversation across the cafe is all that accompanies us. Break in conversation lasts exactly 17 minutes, 46 seconds, and 3 milliseconds.]

Bennett, A. : [Some footsteps, followed by the clinking sounds of cups on a table and another chair hauled out.] (Playfully) We will not 'have to see'. [A sigh.] So, where do we start?

Keller, D. : [A long sigh.] I'll admit, it's been quite a while since I've had a human drink - erm, besides alcohol. [Clink of a cup, pause.] Why don't we start with the vampire hunter you keep on a leash, huh?

Bennett, A. : He's a valuable asset. I'm sure you can understand that. I don't see what the issue is here, and even less why you keep insisting on destroying every plan I've ever had and putting every person I've cared about in danger. [A pause.] (Softly) You're included in that, for what that's worth. [Another pause.] Vampire hunters all around the nations are connected to Magnus, in one way or another. Cut one of the hydra’s heads, and two’ll bite, you know how organized crime goes. Killing Magnus wouldn't solve anything. Keeping him alive is what gets me the information that keeps us alive.

Keller, D. : I can understand keeping him close for intel. And I guess I can even understand going to his house for glasses of wine, sure. (Growing with conviction) What you need to understand is that bastard had a deliberate hand in the deaths of kindred I cared about. As for destroying your plans, how the hell am I supposed to know anything? It's not like you have told me anything about what you're trying to do. I'm in the dark here, Arthur. So forgive me for ‘endangering everything you care for’ or whatever. [Shuffling of mug against wooden table.]

Bennett, A. : What you need to understand is that the intel I got from Magnus is what saved the lives of some kindreds stuck in that building. Shiloh would be dead without what I've been doing here, and you too, probably. What happened at Crépuscule would have happened regardless of his presence, the only difference is, I got to save some people. [A pause.] And I'm sorry I assumed you were smart enough to understand I, a vampire, wasn't hanging out with a vampire hunter for 'fun'.

Keller, D. : And how was it supposed to look, Arthur? [Tightening of leather glove around porcelain] Get off your god-damned high horse for a second and look at this from my perspective. You had intel that Crépuscule was gonna go up, and what? Instead of - I don't know - warning the kindreds there about the attack, you sat down, had a glass of whiskey and fucked around? And don't make some excuse about not having enough influence to speak, Emizel climbed the fucking rafters with a microphone to talk shit.

Bennett, A. : You're right, I knew. I tried warning some people, but I should have tried harder. Some vampires make it seem so goddamn hard to act even somewhat amiable. [A pause.] (Raising in intensity, but not volume.) But you're right. I don't know why I didn't try harder, or why I still can't bring myself to care about the people that died. Maybe it's because all of them were awful to me, maybe it's 'cause I'm a monster, maybe it's 'cause I still can't bring myself to believe that there's any unlife worth living. [Shuddering breath.] Still, it doesn't change the fact Magnus is more useful to us alive than dead, and that going after him, whether you manage to kill him or not, essentially equates suicide, and worse, a fucking war. [A pause.] All the cards are on the table now, Deacon. What's your verdict?

[Long period of silence settles over them, punctuated by the simple rhythm of a boot tapping the floor and the piercing clicks of its spur.]

Keller, D. : How can you be so human, yet so glaringly not simultaneously? One second you preach about protecting ones you care about, but the very next, you're stone-hearted about every single kindred around you that you sign away the lives - the unlives - of. Regardless of what you think about the ways we are forced to live, you have no say in how others live it. And you sure as hell have no say in who dies. [A pause, a breath.] I don't give a rat's ass about killing your vampire hunter pet any more, to hell with him. What I care about is the oath I made to the Crown and the Ventrue clan to protect our kindred, and to uphold the Masquerade. I failed to protect anyone that day, hell, I almost met The Final Death myself. [A pause.] Maybe you don't feel the same, but this unlife was a miracle for me. It gave me a… A second chance. [Grinding of a chair against a plywood floor, the clamber of boots.] Whatever curse you see it as, you need to start looking for the blessings, Arthur, or the Final Death is going to come a hell of a lot sooner. And no matter how well you prepare, it's not gonna be the freedom you think it is.

[Footsteps followed by the snap of spurs, first on wood, then on rug, and, accompanied by the merry chime of a bell, finally on concrete.]

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[dearabby1990]

Chapter 22: Hot boxes & final touches

Your room in a smoky haze as your dream boat Annie record plays in the background you & robin in deep conversation about what you think your lives will look like 10 years from now. You honestly don’t know but told her as long as her 2 best friends and love are still with her then that’s all she truly cares about. Being in that sentimental moment robin had a shocked but questionable look on her face it was starting to worry you as she ran to grab her overnight bag digging around like a mad woman mumbling to herself “where the hell is it… stupid… bullshit… AH HA! Got it!” A small gift bag she hands it to you smiling “look I don’t have too many platonic friends that are girls & you are by far the best female friend I’ve ever had & I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you dealing with my crazy shit I know I’m annoying trust me Steve tells me everyday haha” you heart swells the last time you truly had best friends was in elementary school but then you had to move at the end of the 4th grade & making new friends before starting junior high just didn’t make any sense to you so you became the loner. Carefully pulling out the pretty lilac tissue paper you see two items dumping the bag into your hand there’s two rings inside both the same a silver band with a moonstone she picked them up “friendship bracelets & necklaces are so 2nd grade & I know you’re like me & like stones so I figured friendship rings now that’s bad ass” you giggle “robs they’re beautiful I love it & we can wear them tonight show everyone how cool we are” you shoot her a wink when you hear the sound of the doorbell Robin goes to answer the door “ITS DINGUS & HE ACTUALLY DOESNT LOOK HALF BAD!!!” Your stoned so you’re fully belly laughing “HEY I CAN HEAR YOU HEY WHATS THAT SMEL.. OHH HOLDIN OUT JAMIE I SEE” you hear footsteps they both enter your room Steve wearing a dark grey suit white dress shirt emerald vest and tie “wow lookin sharp Harrington” he takes you in wide eyed “hey dingus you’re drooling” you laugh “wow… Jamie you… you look terrific Munson is a lucky guy” Steve looks down at his feet “aw thanks Stevie” your blushing “uh munson said he’d be here with transportation I told him if it was his death trap then I’m calling us all a cab you ladies aren’t riding in that hell wagon tonight” you pull out a second joint noticing steve could use it as nervy as you both are right now. “Ohhh hell yeah it’s been a minute” he swipes it lighting it for everyone you three sit on the floor smoking letting Robin go through music to play “oh I have a gift for you.. well you & Eddie” you go to your closet “ohhh I like presents” robins laughs slapping his arm shaking her head “just a little something to celebrate with beings Eddie and Robin are seniors their last hurrah” you hand him the gift bag “oh shit the good stuff too thanks jame you really are a doll” he smiles at you. You all get interrupted by the bell again robin makes you wait so you can make an entrance properly “okay jame come out now” you walk into the living room & he’s so beautiful black suit dress shoes maroon vest and tie and a giant gift bag in his hand and the other behind his back. Meanwhile you don’t know Eddie’s heart has stopped times stood still as he drinks you in never has he seen such beauty “wow princess you.. look heavenly i mean it & you changed your hair too I love it you’re so gorgeous” your cheeks are on fire & clenching your thighs because this man his making you feel 100 different things at once “you look so handsome Ed” he steps forward handing you a bouquet of red roses Robin quickly tends to those for you opening the bag he pulls out your corsage a red and white rose with black ribbons and babies breath he slips it on your wrist he pulls out his boutonnière & has Steve & robins off to the side so they can exchange theirs on their time you pin it to his collar as Steve takes photos of you both interacting you do the same for Robin and Steve & then set the camera timer to take one all together smiling ear to ear 86 was definitely going to be everyone’s year.

[dainangel]

sickening love.

park jisung x f!reader

::: he lost you. through everything.

[angst]

🎵: WILDFLOWER, billie eilish

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what did he do? how did he lose you? what do you do? where did this go wrong?

it was saturday afternoon, sitting in jisung’s apartment. you sigh, your legs sprawled out on the couch. you could hear rain drops dripping down the window sills, plopping with every fall. youre bundled up in jisung’s hoodie, waiting for him to come home.

suddenly, you hear a ring at the door. you jump up in excitement, running to the door. opening it, you find a wet haired jisung facing you. “you’re home!!!!!” you shriek excitingly. he brings you into a quick hug, and walks to the living room without a word.

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both of you were on your phones for a while, until you hear the doorbell ring again. “ill get it,” jisung grunts, standing up and stretching his back. when he opens the door, youre shocked to see his members at the door. he’s talked about them before, but never wanted you to meet them. they actually didnt even know of your existence. odd, i know.

jisung is frozen, face going pale then pink from embarrassment . he shoves them all back out the door, even haechan who was beginning to take of hiss soggy converse. you can hear them arguing and grunting and questioning jisung. your face quickly turns into a frown. “why did you push them out? i wanted to meet them.” you say frustratingly.

jisung pauses for a moment. “they cant see you.” you take in what he said, then blankly stare at him. you havent even met his parents, or cousins. but, hes met all of your family members. “are you implying that youre embarrassed of me? or what, there’s another side piece?” you say jokingly.

he stares off into a corner, looking at the plant on the floor near the door. no response. you ask again, with more force in your voice. still no response. you scoff saying, “so there is another girl.” you stand firmly, collecting your phone and shoulder-bag. grabbing your car keys and walking to the door aggressively, you look at jisung dead in the eye. a long silence washes over you two, and the rain drops still dripping down, sliding down the glass pane.

“JISUNG! ANSWER ME!” you shout with frustration. he finally turns his head, looking scared and ashamed. your breath hitches, and you can feel your vision getting blurry. soon enough, you can taste your salty tears and your nose getting pink and stuffy. jisung doesnt even care. he doesnt budge. he just looks at you with regret, his eyes beginning to water, too.

“jisung…” you grab his shoulders, digging your fingers into his sweater. “jisung… please…” you begin to cry softly clinging onto his sweater. “do you really not love me anymore? why did you do this? why didn’t you tell me?” you hiccup. you lean your head onto his chest, his green sweater now being stained with wet patches of your tears.

this hurts jisung as much as its hurting you. he felt his heart breaking into pieces, now regretting the consequences of his actions. he never thought that you would be able to guess so quickly that he was seeing another girl, but here you were. he knew it was wrong, and knew he couldn’t have bottled the secret any longer. he grabs your hands gently, clawing them off his shoulders.

“y/n, i dont think is gonna work out. i cant pretend im still happy with us. i cant do this anymore,” he says flat out. you can feel your heart drop to your stomach. you stop crying for a moment, hearing the rain and the trees blowing in the wind. the window panels begin to shake from the gust.

big globs of tears roll down your face, still frozen in his hallway. he slowly and gently grabs your fingers, massaging them with his hands. you look at him, seeing that hes already crying. “i cant lie to myself like this anymore. i know it’s wrong to cheat and go behind your back, im sorry, but i can’t deal with us anymore, y/n.”

the rain stops for a moment. what does he mean? you pull your fingers away from his warm hands, and slide on your wool gloves. you walk over to the plant on the floor you got for him, on your guys’ one year anniversary mark. you picked it up, and threw it on the ground. glass broken, soil and dirt spilling everywhere on his carpet. the plant now showing its roots, laying sadly on the ground. he doesnt even flinch or move. just stands, and faces away.

“oh.. and this.” you take off his hoodie, throwing it on the pile of broken glass and wet dirt. “why dont you give it to that other girl, hm?” you scoff sourly. maybe you were being to mean. but, its been a year hasnt it? why didnt he tell you sooner? how long was he seeing the other girl for? when did he stop loving you? did he ever love you?

you pick up your bag and items again, and slide on your wet rainboots. he still has his hands up, watching from behind as you sniffle once or twice.

opening the door, you see his members still waiting there. jeno and jaemin are sitting on the floor of the doorstep, playing video games. renjun, haechan, chenle, and mark were all standing. chenle is fawning over photos of daegal and renjun just dozing off. they all pause what theyre doing, looking in front of them. you hear someone whisper, “who is she? that’s not jisung’s girlfriend..” you feel embarrassed and more angry, wiping your tears and pushing your way through the men, leaving jisung’s front door open.

mark opens the door a little, seeing jisung standing- slouched over, his back facing away from the members, holding the plant you smashed on the floor. mark slowly calls, “jisung? you good?” jaemin subtly gasps seeing the shattered glass and dirt spilled everywhere in the hallway. “oh no….” jeno says anxiously while biting his nails.

jisung turns his head around slowly, facing his band members. his eyes focused on the ground, tears rolling down his face- dropping onto the plant and floor. his eyes and nose red from crying so much. not even paying attention to them all staring at him worryingly, he looks at your car in his driveway. youre sitting in your car, wiping your tears and texting god knows who. you turn your keys, your car engine turning on.

as soon as you begin to pull out of his driveway, jisung’s breath hitches. “WAIT!!!” he yells. he tries to run outside still holding the sad plant now out of its pot. he slips once or twice in his hallway. he was barefoot, and didnt care if he stepped on wet soil or glass. he didnt want to lose you.

he dashes to your car— almost. renjun and jeno hold onto him, like a spider catching a fly in a web. “let me go!” he says. squirming and trying to rip off rejun and jeno’s hands off him. “please.. please!” he hollers. the rest of the members end up holding back jisung as well, making sure he doesnt run any further. now everyone was in the rain, holding back a now insane jisung.

haechan grunts, “jisung… calm down! im seriously gonna twist an ankle!” chenle also adds on with a pitied voice, “dude, she’s gone. whoever she is, she’s gone.” jisung breaks down, a whole river now flowing down from his eyes. his members have never seen him cry and get so emotional before. he begins to slide down to the floor, his knees hitting the cold and damp concrete floor. he clings onto mark, sobbing violently into his jacket. mark sighs, looking out seeing your bright rear-lights through the rain.

jisung yells into the rainy sky, clinging onto the plant, “what did i do?!”

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[carelessflower]

PART 6

(Im defo need to rewrite this and post in ao3 with a lot more detail and im writing this with no beta at 4 am with no sleep)

Magnus stood outside holding the duffel bag. He was frozen. Couldn't move. He wanted to run away from the problem.

He texted Raphael to meet him outside the Lightwood Manor.

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"Have you seen Magnus?" Alec asked, its almost half 8, and dinner is getting ready. He looked at his phone and still no reply.

"He looked down earlier." Clary told him, which was not comforting. He took out his phone and ramg him again.

"Hiya its Magnus, Im probably avoiding you, so dont leave a voice message. Unless its Alec, then go right ahead."

"Magnus where are you? Im worried, just call me when you get this." Alec sat on the steps, waiting by the door.

A few minutes past by and the door opened, Magnus standing there, his jacket zipped up.

"Magnus!" Alec pulled him in for a hug.

"Sorry traffic was terriable." Magnus whispered, as he hugged Alec back.

"Im gonna go upstairs and get changed, and it looks like someone needs you." He said, as Tavvy was pulling at Alec's leg.

"Can you play with me. Max is to small and everyone here is no fun." Tavvy pouted, as Magnus walkes upstairs, Johnathan watched, as he followed him up, as Tavvy led Alec to the lounge.

Magnus opened his bedroom door, and unzipped his jacket, he still had a headache, but the neausa and dizziness has passed.

He looked at the faint bruises on his neck. Tracing his finger along the bruise. He went to the closet and grabbed a purple turtleneck and put it on, a knock on the door made him jump.

"Sorry didnt mean to scare you."

Magnus just shot Johnathan a glare, as he straighned his turtleneck and looked at the closet mirror.

No visible brusing.

"What now Johnathan?" He said, as he folded his shirt.

"Where's the duffel bag?"

"My appartment. God whats with the questions."

"Im sorry. I shouldnt have followed you, but you should have told me you were seeing your dad again."

"And what were you going to do? Arrest him? You made things worse you know that!" He wasnt angry at Johnathan, he was angry at himself. He was angry at the cops who were making the case against his dad.

"I know and im sorry, but I was looking out for you. If you dont want to tell me what you and your dad did. Thats fine, but please tell Alec the truth, he should know."

"I told him some parts..He just doesnt need to know yet." Magnus walked past Johnathan and headed downstairs.

Magnus headed to the lounge to see Alec reading Tavvy a book.

"Tavvy come on we are heading home." Mark called out, as Tavvy groaned

"Go and grab your coat Tavvy." Alec tickled him, which made Tavvu laugh and run out of the lounge.

"Are you alright?" Alec said, as Magnus sat beside him.

"Ive been worse." He lied.

"How about tomorrow we go to a nice restaurant just the two of us." Alec said,

"That would be nice." Magnus smiled, resting his head against Alec's.

"Dinner is ready." Maryse called, as the doorbell went.

"Ill get it." Shouted Isabelle.

Max crawled into the lounge, as Alec picked him up.

"Mom fed him so I can put him to bed." Jace announced.

"Do you want to go to uncle Jace." Alec cooed, as Max giggled.

"Take him to bed, put his dino toy in his cot." Alec said handing him over to Jace.

Isabelle came in, followed by an older male.

"Hodge its been a while." Alec smiled, hugging the older man. He hasnt seen Hodge since he was seventeen.

"You gotten taller Alexander. And you must be Magnus Bane." He smiled at Magnus, who smiled back.

"Im going to be staying here fot a bit..so i need to speak to Maryse." Hodge said walking to the kitchen to see Jocelynn ans Maryse talking

Sebastian and Simon were talking about D&D, and Clary and Jace came downstairs, talking about her new job at a small animation studio.

Johnathan pulled Magnus aside.

"Hodge was one of the bosses that was working on your dad's case." Johnathan whispered.

"I thought you werent supposed to tell?"

"Im being a friend here. Take that info, because I find it odd that he turns up after your father." Johnathan whispered, as he went to the kitchen.

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(Short but part 7 date night)

uh oh 😦

[cassyapper]

okay so the kakyoin/golden girls crossover episode

he meets sophia at the farmer's market cause they both make the same joke about some jewelry maker there. they become good friends by being sourpusses together. the girls think sophia is dating him at first cause she doesnt introduce him to them right away she just smirks and mentions meeting someone fun at the farmer's market. dorothy is mortified over the idea of her mom dating again and must come to terms with that while trying to be supportive, while rose and blanche try to weasel info out of her. eventually sophia is like "girls i have a friend coming over on saturday be normal" and they all flip their shit cause theyre like oh my god it's him we're gonna meet him. dorothy sticks her foot in her mouth trying to sound supportive. meanwhile the doorbell rings and rose and blanche go to interrogate/let the guy in. and sophia is like "what the hell are you talking about dorothy" and dorothy is like "I'M JSUT TRYING TO BE SUPPORTIVE OF YOU REIGNITING YOUR LOVE LIFE MA. i'm sure it's been lonely seeing us hookup still after all but you havent." and kakyoin is like "sophia youre dating someone?" pan and zoom there he is. after some explanation he and sophia laaaaaaugh sophia is jsut like "no the reason i havent invited you guys to meet him sooner isnt because of us dating it's because he's so busy" and kakyoin is like "you know how being engaged is" and theyre like whaaat. anyway nice dinner at the end. heartwarming convo between dorothy and sophia. win

the second episode opens with sophia asking kakyoin some more about who he's marrying and he's like "im getting remarried to my ex" and she's like "...noriaki..." and tries to convince him otherwise. she enlists the girls for help. dorothy is especially adamant considering her own divorce. the next day as rose is getting some tea to goad kakyoin into staying to hear them out while they tell him how bad an idea this is, she meets a lovely woman by the name of enrica and they become good friends. rose and her make plans to meet up later. kakyoin is not convinced to let his ex go which confuses them all cause he's normally so pragmatic. later enrica comes over like rose invited and is introduced to the girls and she mentions "my ex asked me to be his maid of honor at his wedding" and the girls are like oh what a mess. and try to convince her otherwise. anyway kakyoin and enrica both are firm in "no i want to do this" and they're all so confused why. so they ask to meet their respective person and then jotaro shows up with both enrica and kakyoin by his sides and theyre like "THE SAME MAN??????" and yeah. enrica is jolyne's mom. they drill into jotaro but he's appropriately mature and chilled out enough that they grumble but lay off of telling kakyoin and enrica to drop him. episode ends a few months later at their wedding. rose (next to enrica) catches the flowers. win

[roseyoori]

Just the Two of Us~ [peepaw Leo rottmnt x OC reader]

song: Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers

Chapter 1 Today was a busy in the NYC mutant clinic. Thursdays are building trashday and countless trucks park nearby for convenience in restock. By the time the sun peaks from the dense horizon of building rooftops it's usually 9 or so already. Unfortunately the price that comes with being different is while everyone wakes up at 9AM, your day started 14 hours earlier the night before and the appointments haven't stopped tumbling in since. The night meant minimal chances for human contact and a natural cloak of invisibility protecting your clients, doesn't mean no human activity afterhours though. Frankly in such a cramped city, you doesnt know how she still hasn't been popped for catering to the mutant above the surface. Right after handling the last blood test of the day, you checks your wristwatch.

"4 already! Wow." You puts away the blood test analysis and hollers to see if your assistant was still there. "Todd, you ready to go? Todd?" The capybara does an near perfect job, a friend of the gang with the hospitality and management skills for the position. You peaked in wondering why he wasn't responding to your calls, to find him with someone on the phone behind the counter. You managed to catch his friendly closing phrase before he hung up and turned to you.

"Sorry Doc, I just told them to come by since we weren't too busy anymore. What time is it?" "it's 4, Todd." "WHAAAAT?! 4 already??" he held his mouth. "Oh silly me. I forgot Do you think i should probably tell them to cancel?" "Well…did they say how far they were from here? I'm guessing it's not a regular huh?" The cappy checked his notes on the appointment form, "They said he had a mutant in need for a body check and they were nowhere near their regular physician and got our number from a yokai flyer." Your eyes grew slightly in surprise, "yokai flyers? the ones we printed and distributed for less than 2 weeks 5 months ago? how on earth do we still have them around?"

"They gave the name Casey." "Did they tell you where they were calling from?" Todd thought for a moment, "from a telephone booth. ya know, the one 5 blocks down?" You hummed in thought, you had to be somewhat careful about who knew and visited this location. Only a handful of humans know of the place, most of the rest came from mutants and yokai through word of mouth. But she decided to give it a go, "that should be fine, they should be here in 15 minutes. or 5 if they sneak over. I'll take from here, Todd." The elder creature raised a thick brow. "Are you sure? It's pretty dark out here and you're here alone." You chuckled lightly and gave him a pat. "I'll be fine, i'm a tough girl. besides, i have paperwork to keep me company. just tell the gang i might be a bit late to the party." It doesn't start until 6AM but you figured ending earlier could give you some time to dressup. so much for prepping.

After some remarks about overworking and not skipping meals, Todd gathered his things and skipped out the door, and it was you filling the paperwork. They say 3 in the devil's hour, when unexplainable things are most likely to happen. Your clock reads 4 now but it's all the same, you just feel a sense of tranquility when there's no one else around. 4:08. The ticking fills your ears as easing white noise, a sound of a few that embodied constance and strictness yet often leaves one anxious. It's times like these you enjoyed, like reminiscence, when you adjusted your glasses and reached for the retro-radio-speaker (of course not a real radio. its a bluetooth speaker), playing a soothing latenight 80s radio track. 4:15 the unsure clinkering of the doorbell alerted you to someone coming in.

"They told me they'll be open on the phone, but it looks pretty dead quiet." A young voice spoke, possibly a teen, this must be Casey. Followed by another deeper, gruffer, older and strangely familiar. "It's the dead of night, Case. Normal people would be asleep and I told you don't worry, kiddo."

"No way, you taught me to put my foot down. And i'm telling you we need you to get checked!" The older voice whined, "Why couldn't we wait till we get back to Donnie?" "Because you never do!" The two visitors scower around, they weren't used to the tidyness of a doctor's office, Casey especially since he's never had the pleasure having a normal experience that includes waiting with a seat and a comic book. You can tell he was sceptical and curious at the same time, weirdly peeping under and over and sideways up and down to find any indication of traps rigged. The old timer turtle on the other, was as cool as a fiddle with the whole scenario. Unlike the youngster of a different time, this Leo is still the same one who once ate pizza and played video games all day. Though he grew up with home remedies, this was not particularily unfamiliar per se. "Case, i know there's no one here but please don't embarrass me, bud." "I'd say you're the one acting strange here. Were'nt you the one who said you could never be too careful?" Casey huffed. He eyed the bell on the counter with suspicion, blown up intensely as he slowly lowering his finger on to the little button-top. He was half expecting some explosion of sorts to have been triggered, a ding rung and he shrunk back dramatically. Of course nothing happen. Leo rolled his eyes, he forgets sometimes that the sidekick had a messed up childhood, him partly to blame for his wary disposition now. "Just a sec!" Leo swore Casey almost jump up the counter. Casey almost peed his pants. Leo almost swore out loud, his old heart nearly had a heart attack. He wasn't expecting anyone to still be here, definitely not at this late hour. "Sit down for a sec, would you? I just have to pull these away." Look at them still startled, obeying this random voice from the back and plopping their butts on the cusioned seats. A minute or two later, they hear the voice approaching the counter front. "Okay~" you had the notes in your hand. "Tell me which one of you is Cas-"

Your eyes met. Those eyes can't be mistakened. That blue bandana. Those distinct red banana stripes. That sharp plastron contour.

There was no mistaking those eyes, the look of wonder and strangely…loving and familiar in you. What was this intense feeling in him? He can't remember having ever met you, then what was this lump in his throat? Your eyes had him locked.

That smile you had after might've just broken or casted a spell. "Why hello~" your voice sounded low. Cooing like a dove. Calm. Sweet. Steadying…. "Sorry but, have we met before~?" Instinctively you switched over to your flirty side, eager hand under your chin and winking, knowing full well you were still locking eyes.

to be continued~

[reborrowing]

pet peeve: a fictional species (or god forbid a normal human) calling another language a "simple language" unless its intended as a show of arrogance, ignorance, or the writer has worldbuilt an evolutionary reason why they can skip something. no language is objectively simpler than another and this turned into a disorganized rant sorry

A language can have parts of its grammar that are simple than another. English is very analytic, and it has simpler morphology than, say, Russian, where every noun has 12 possible endings depending on its use on a sentence with each ending indicating case, number, and gender.

On its surface, especially to English natives, English looks pretty simple. Most of the things we joke about being hard are...actually not that weird.

Most. Like strong verbs are actually vile, there's no reason to have held on to ablaut (sing/sung/sang, blow/blew/blown) past the great English vowel shift. But stuff like is/was/are is pretty normal and our spelling is simply etymylogic and morphemic instead of phonetic. It can actually benefit a reader in that it activates the semantic meaning of the word quicker than purely phonetic orthographies do. It's a trade off without a clear winner like basically any complication or simplification in language!

Because you also have things like verb tense. There is no good reason for a language to have a fixed grammatical construction for a past perfect continuous, except English uses it to organize events. Consider "He had been cooking when the doorbell rang" vs "He was cooking when the doorbell rang." We can intuit that his cooking was interrupted by the doorbell in either, but are more certain about that interruption in the first. To make this distinction without this silly tense, you have to add an extra phrase: "He was cooking but stopped when the doorbell rang."

English doesn't have grammatical gender, except when we do have secret, vestigial grammatical gender. Because it didn't get rid of gendered pronouns like a well behaved language, in fact now it's adding more! You have to track gender without it being explicitly stated on the noun.

And our phrasal verbs are wild. It's not too uncommon to use prepositions or adpositional-like morphemes to modify the meaning of a verb but English doesnt even always put them with the verbs. We pair them up and have them surround their object, but only sometimes. That's deranged, even before considering how many of these pairs are incredibly abstract. You can't guess the meaning of make out, make up, show off, back up (as in support), hand in, or get by just by knowing the two words on their own.

And you can see the way simplicity trades off for a new complexity elsewhere very clearly when you look at how people create conlangs. There are experimental langs meant to be simple for one reason or another, but they require torturous, unintuitive constructions to say more complicated sentences. Toki Pona is deceptively simple–it has something like 120 words. And if you want to say anything remotely specific, your sentence is going to drag on for an hour.

Just. Language doesn't exist on some simplicity scale but the concept of a people speaking a "simple" language has had very real consequences re:colonialism and imperialism and it sucks to see it thrown out so casually in fiction.

[lauranyx]

Another dream post

Thing to note, this is the 2nd time that I could remember a dream where someone broke in but this time they actually stole something. Plus there was an accomplice.

So the dream takes place in siva (maternal grandparents house) practically the whole fam bam is there. We were all in the master bedroom chillin. I remember my youngest cousin being in the center of attention. She was also being rude about something in a naive way but thats just cuz she doesnt know better so everyone was tryna correct her on how to ask someone else for a favor.

It was nearing dinner time so everyone headed down. I was the last to leave the room. While I was leaving I handed my dad an old ice pack but my being a dumbass didnt realize that its old/broken and obv. not activated cuz its been hanging off the wall. We were tryna see how to get it cold (its one of those packs where you gotta press a button for it to become cold) then we noticed there was a hole in the corner so I went back into the room to actually look in the fridge for an ice pack. While there, I hear some noise coming from somewhere else in the room. I thought it was just my lolo coming back cuz he forgot something. So I didnt mind it and went back to my dad w/ a functional ice pack. We both went downstairs to the dining room.

Someone makes a comment about lolo beinng late so I said something to the essence of oh he’s just upstairs. And they were all like no he went outside. Then lightbulb moment. Fuck theres an intruder upstairs. So I rush up kinda quietly; actually see the intruder/thief. The thief was some old, curly-short-haired lady. My boice was caught in my throat. She rushed downstairs to the front door to leave. I try to shout at her; I struggle to do so.

We’re both outside now. I can finally yell out “magnanakaw” ( doesnt really do anything. No neighbors came outside to investigate the ruckus. My belief in humanity is dead in this dream lol) so chase her. She goes round the back of the house. I notice an old man just sitting down. Kinda sus but whatever. She gives me the slip and heads back towards the front of the house. She now shows shes in cahoots w the old guy. I’m chasing them up the street. I catch the woman first and threaten her to give back everything she stole — side note: everything spoken between the thieves and I was in filipino idk why— so she started emptying her pockets; showing me my lola’s earrings, rings, necklaces, and other jewelry. I pocket everything after. The man stands by us unmoving; just watching us.

After she supposedly shows everything she stole, I figure she had time to hand over to the guy some things or maybe he was there with her or before that even. so he might have some stolen goods of his own. (Apparently I’m like super strong in this and these criminals were on the smaller maybe even lighter side) so I snatch him up too. But in doing so I can’t search him so I head back to the house with my captives clutched so hard in both hands.

I might actually have been lifting them up or just dragging them. Idk.. dream details are hard to remember rn. Anyway!

Back to the front of the house, I ring the doorbell. A male family member comes out (cant remember which anymore) I ask him to search the guy cuz they stole from the house.

At this point I wake up so.. the end ig lol but whew.

After actually waking up to real life. I questioned internally what could having this type of dream mean.. so naturally i had to share my dream here lol. So i don’t forget :p

Does having a dream where your house been broken into and robbed mean anything?? Who knows 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[genderconfusedasheck]

just thinking about things.

get sexually assaulted by my female cousin. i wrote about it in a diary i was gifted. instead of going "huh. why is this younger elementary school child talking about their older cousin touching them. maybe we can talk to both of them and figure out what happened" instead i was placed on punishment, i was demonized, and my mother made it a point for me to start looking towards god more.

they ended up being very shocked when the sexually assaulted child that did not receive any form of therapy or comfort or even as much as an explanation why it was bad began exhibiting that behavior to other children in the neighborhood. it only happened twice. one was initiated by another girl and i wrote about it in my diary. my parents read it and i got in trouble. i was no longer allowed to hang out with her, and she moved away suddenly and never came back. the other, i happened to stumble across and got pulled into. the girl who roped me in decided to use this as leverage to hang out with her. when i didn't want to play, she would go "you should or else ill tell your mom what youve been doing" and one day i said i had enough. i was tired of being afraid. i hid under my blankets as she constantly rang my doorbell, until my parents opened the door and she told them how i was touching her. i was beat and then had to apologize.

all of this happened from ages 7-12

middle school rolls around and i join this website called ponysquare. get groomed online. i had never had a relationship with a man. i thought i was doing something good. i thought it was cool that i was 14 and 'dating' a 20 year old. when my parents found the chatlogs and what i had been googling, who got in trouble again?

16 year old me grows up a little bit, still doesnt know what grooming is, but has found out theyre ace! i tell my parents and they went from "you should not know about sex!! that is disgusting!! you wont be doing it with a girl!! you are to go to church" to ".....are you sure. that sounds made up. maybe you havent found someone yet"

and now im a 24 year old, thinking their love to women is one of perversion rather than romanticism and wondering why they at times dont feel like they should be 24