#it took literally 10 minutes to open the other day to do something for work so haha no more PS unless i absolutely have to

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Ok. I have a request took me a lot of courage to finally request and shat myself a couple times but anyway! A one shot where choso lives in y/ns dorm with them and he was like doing his hair and kept messing up and gave up and started crying (I FEEL LIKE THATS SOMETHING HED DO THE POOR BOY:() thennnn y/n walks in their dorm and sees him crying and then comforts him and does his hair for him!!

IF THAT AIN'T LOVE THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!

synopsis// choso is having an off day.

➚ pairing// choso x gn!reader ➚ word count// 1.4k

contents// frustrated/sad choso? idk just some hurt/comfort in a way! fluff?? could be read as either platonic or romantic doesnt really matter i supposeeee? i think it kinda reads more romantic tho

notes// anon ur actual fucking MIND. i was moved. literally right after reading ur request i opened up my notes and went to fucking WORKKK!!!! anyway sorry its so kinda all over the place but i hope u like it and it lived up to ur expectations!! n also sorry to everyone else for posting a oneshot mid smau its short n cute okay (AND ITS FUCKING CHOSO SO LIKE CMON???) i couldnt help myself !! also the title is lyrics from cupid's chokehold by gym class heroes... okay bye!

Sharing a dorm with Choso was heavenly.

Because of your conflicting schedules, half the time, you rarely actually saw each other. But even when you did, he was the type of roommate to keep to himself; he has his side of the room, and you have yours. Of course, you two talked here and there; he was actually pretty nice company whenever you two were actually in the room at the same time. But more often than not, the only time you would see him was late at night when you were just getting in to go to sleep.

Either way, the point is, you never really saw him around much. Choso was always quick and effective, so by the time you would head back to your dorm after a few of your classes, he would just be heading out or have already left.

Usually, his alarm would go off an hour before his classes, which is ample time for him. He’s done his routine hundreds of times before���doing his hair and eyeliner is practically muscle memory, and at this point he's sure he could do it in his sleep. but not today, apparently. Today his alarm goes off late—half an hour late. Which Choso isn’t panicked by, only slightly frustrated, but it's fine. That still leaves him another half an hour to get ready, so there's still plenty of time given that it only takes him 10–15 minutes to get ready, so it's fine. Everything is fine; he repeats it in his head like a mantra, like if he thinks it and says it enough, he’ll actually believe it.

Choso quickly dresses, then sits at his desk, where a little mirror sits. He sighs as he flips on a lamp and grabs his eyeliner. He doesn’t even have to think about it, instinctively taking the cap off and bringing it to his eye, only for it to crumble as it meets his waterline. Choso cusses under his breath as he blinks, attempting to get whatever fell into his eye out. When that doesn't work, he rubs his eye, only for it to spread eyeliner all across his eye and cheek. He groans, grabbing a cloth to wipe it off with, and once his face is clean, he doesn't even bother trying with his eyeliner again—looking at the time, he’s already wasted more than he wanted doing that. He’ll just do his hair and leave, or else he’ll be late.

Choso stills for a moment, forcing himself to take a deep breath to try and calm the nerves and frustration simmering beneath his skin—it's fine. He nods. Now somewhat calmer, he grabs his hair ties and gets to work… only for one of them to break as he’s trying to put his hair through it. Choso stares at himself in the mirror, eyes narrowed and swallowing harshly, as he desperately tries to ignore the rising heat going to his cheeks.

Whatever.

It's fine.

He’ll just do the other side of his hair...only for the same thing to happen. Choso can actively feel his heart racing—it's pounding against his chest and ringing in his ears—and he’s already too far gone to notice or even stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. He doesn’t really know why he’s actually crying, if he’s being honest. It’s not like this is the end of the world; he knows that, yet he can't stop himself. Too many things have gone wrong, and he’s barely woken up. First, his alarm goes off late, which isn't the most horrible thing within itself, but then his eyeliner crumbles and gets in his eye, and when he tries to wipe it away, it instead smears on his face. Then he rubs his face raw, trying to get it off, and now he can't do his fucking hair because his hair ties suddenly decided to disintegrate and snap in half.

He messily wipes at his tears and tries inhaling deeply for air in a feeble attempt to calm himself the tiniest bit down. It doesn't do anything. In fact, it makes things worse. His tears fall harder, and he’s choking in shallow breaths of air. If anyone walked in right this moment, they’d think something horrible happened, like one of his brothers died. and it's just his luck, or a very obvious lack thereof, when you walk in. Choso immediately starts scrambling to wipe his tears away and hide his face from you as you drop your things in shock—you hadn’t expected him to still be in the dorm, let alone be here crying.

“Holy shit, Choso, are you okay? What's wrong? Did something happen?” You panic, immediately running to his side.

He doesn’t say anything; he just takes in and lets out shaky breaths as he shakes his head, one arm outstretched to keep you at arm's length.

You frown and look around. For what? You’re not sure. Part of you thinks if you look hard enough, you'll find why he’s crying, but all you see are snapped hair ties, a crumbled, unsharpened eyeliner pencil, and a cloth full of eyeliner. That’s when it all starts to make sense. You smile softly at him, who's still hiding his red tear-stained face from you, before you grab his comb and a new pair of hair ties from his desk.

Choso doesn’t know what you're doing when he hears you shuffling around, and he refuses to meet your gaze, filled to the brim with embarrassment at having been caught crying, but his head involuntarily snaps up, looking at you through the mirror, when he feels you start to brush his hair. You're already staring back at him and flashing him a warm smile, not saying a word as you continue to detangle his hair.

“You don't have to do this,” he sniffles, finally calming down enough to say something.

"I know I don't," you shrug. "But I also know it sucks when it seems like nothing is working or going to plan, so..."

"I can do it myself-“

"Choso, just let me do this for you, please.”

He stares at you for a moment, studying your face as if trying to find something, and when he finds nothing but your soft eyes and willingness—your desire—to do this for him, he sighs and nods. You beam and gleefully get back to work on his hair, and Choso finds that he’s no longer embarrassed by being seen crying but rather by the fact he feels like a doll—but the worst part? It's kind of nice.

He likes having someone do this for him with no hesitation; he likes the way your fingers carefully rake through his hair to ensure there's no tangles even though you just combed it; he likes the way you don't tie the ponytails too tight like he usually does, which only results in a pounding headache he can't get rid of; he likes all of it.

He likes all of it so much so that he finds himself closing his eyes in complete bliss, drowning in your gentle touches. You poof up one of his ponytails a bit, ready to tell him you're done, when you look into the mirror and notice his eyes closed, looking like he’s in a whole other world. You can't fight your smile off as you play with his ponytail for a bit longer before slowly wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What do you think?” You whisper, your breath softly fanning against his ear.

Choso opens his eyes, surprised to see you pretty much hugging him from behind, yet he doesn't hate it, not one bit. Too caught up about how much he does not hate this; he doesn't respond, and it makes you nervous.

“Sorry… I know they don't look exactly like how you usually do them, but-“

"No, no,” he cuts you off quickly. “They look amazing... Thank you, y/n...”

You smile, happy with his answer, as you untangle yourself from him and stand up. “You should head out now, Choso; you're late.”

He blinks, totally forgetting about class, and hurriedly stands up. "Right, thank you again,” is all he’s saying before rushing out the door.

You giggle slightly before yawning and making your way to your bed, ready for your usual nap, when Choso comes rushing back into the dorm again. You stare at him wide-eyed, and he simply stares back.

You furrow your eyebrows, confused, and are about to ask if he's okay when suddenly he blurts out:

"I wouldn’t mind if you did my hair again.”

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[schlattslonghairytoes]

pictures and pizza📸 🌃 🌹

personal assistant reader x boss schlatt

schlatt forgets something important. again. how will he make it up to you?

working for schlatt was easy

getting every thing done meant you guys could kinda just hang out

you two were getting along great, you were basically friends, except you cooked for him, cleaned, and kept his schedule moving

and you were beginning to love it

but not everything can be perfect

there was one thing about schlatt that was very hard to deal with

schlatt is really fucking stubborn and no diss, a bit lazy

like omfg it was getting old

if he didnt want to do something, or better yet, didnt want to get out of bed!

there was no use, you had no chance of convincing him

but that is your job, and you were damn good at it

it was 10am, as that was the set time you and schlatt decided work began. he had gifted you a key to his apartment after one morning, where you had to call his little sister to let you in, you thought schlatt was dead.

he just fell asleep with headphones on.

anywho, you let yourself in and tidyed up the living room, because the night before schlatt promised you he would be up and ready at 10, he had an extremely important meeting at 11 that was kinda far.

like he could not miss this.

so you trusted him, you also hated barging into his room, it felt like a total invasion of privacy to you, schlatt didnt care when you did it, but to you it was the end of the world

so you waited.

and waited

until you knew he would not make it on time if he wasnt up.

so you mustered up all your courage and knocked on his door.

... silence

by then you gave up and opened the door, and oh lord if you werent mad at him it wouldve been the cutest thing youve ever seen

he was spread across his bed, limbs and blankets everywhere, and jambo and garlic bread (i am not writing REACTED every time.) were cuddled up on top of him. jambo curled up in his left arm, and garlic bread sprawled across his right leg

for a moment you forgot you were mad at him, he looked so handsome, yet so adorable, his mouth was open, and he was snoring softly, and honestly drooling a bit

you pulled out your phone and took a picture, wanting to make it your lockscreen but too scared he would see it. you hearted the picture in your camera roll before opening youtube

you connected your phone to his speaker in the room, and searched "morning bugle call" and hit play on full volume

jambo and garlic bread went flying off of schlatt as he sat up and slapped his hands over his ears "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" you were wheezing on the floor at that point

when you finally stopped laughing you locked in and turned of the sound, then frowned slightly at him "up and at it, we were supposed to leave 30 minutes ago, you have 5 minutes to get ready. your outfit is picked and hung in the closet, lets go." and you shut his door and sat waiting on the couch

he was out in 4 minutes and 26 seconds. you handed him the breakfast you got him and made your way out the door silently.

"toots, im so sorry, i know i said i would wake up, i swear i set an alarm, c'mon dont be mad at me doll. i promise it wont happen again." he followed hot on your tail, almost chasing you.

like if someone saw they might be worried your about to be abducted.

you sighed and got in the drivers seat of your car, you wanted him to eat so you decided he could be the passenger princess for once

"schlatt this is the third time this week, im not mad, like this is literally my job, but it throws the whole day off, its whatever, eat your breakfast so you dont pass out at the meeting." the meeting was in new jersey and you didnt want to hear schlatts bitching the whole way

you turned up the music and hoped he would be quiet

schlatt on the other hand was rethinking his entire being

how could he let you down again, all he wants is for you to love and want your job, and hes already jepordizing that. for the span of the 30 minute car ride he hatched a plan.

after his four hour meeting he was drained, he waited to see your car pull up and get him, but you were taking an abnormally long time, he was getting worried

but those fears subsided quickly when he recived a text from you

"im gonna kms johnny. why the fuck did you have to have a meeting in new fucking jersey. traffic is insane, be there in 30 minutes pls dont die to a homeless man."

that certainly made him feel better, he searched for a near by store or cafe, but when he found a flower shop he knew that it was redemption time

you on the other hand wanted to throw yourself off of a freeway.

the traffic leaving the city to new jersey was insane, why on a thursday at 430 was traffic slower than joe biden falling off a bike? dont have the answer to that one

but this drive gave you time to think, it wasnt schlatts fault he had trouble waking up, and when traffic got so bad you could literally park, you went on amazon and bought him an alarm clock

one that will for sure wake him up, problem solved. now you could relax. night changes played on aux (rip liam 🥲) and you could think about the man you were ten minutes away from picking up

you opened your phone to see the picture from this morning, you decided so what if he sees, this picture ment the world to you, even though schlatt had been in your life for nearing a month, you knew he'd somehow be apart of it forever

schlatt stood outside of a coffee shop you told him to wait at, holding stuff that could possibly help fix his mistake.

when your car pulled up he started to get nervous, what if he got the wrong flowers, or they didnt make your coffee right, but those doubts melted away when your car came to a hault

you watched him open his door and hand you a large bouquet of flowers and a cold brew. overwhelmed at first you didnt realise what you were holding. you placed the cup into your cup holder and looked at the flowers infront of you

it was made up of roses, lilys, sweetpeas, carnations, alstroemerias, daphnes at the bottom you think?, ruscus, dusty millers, and eucalyptus.

you didnt even know this many pretty flowers existed, after placing the boquet on your lap, you reached over and threw your arms around schlatt

"johnny what is this!" you exclaim, voice muffled my his neck, suprised he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close

"thought you deserved a gift after i fucked up this morning" he sighs, whichmakes you pull away, but you place a hand on his cheek, slightly scratching his beard with your nails

"oh jay, i wasnt even really mad, this is the nicest thing anyones every done for me" you look at him in awe as he leans into your touch.

"yeah but i feel bad, m' gonna make it up to you, tonight your comin' over, were gonna watch 10 things i hate about you, play mario kart, and order pizza, dont ever let me break your trust again, sound good toots?" his smirk cut right through your heart

oh he looked so kissable right now

that night was spent cuddled up on his couch, playing wii games, forcing schlatt to watch rom coms, and stuffing your faces with pizza

he made you feel like you were in a rom com

that was only just beginning

[wpdarlingpan]

Love At First Sight

Barbie x FReader x Ken

⚠️Warning: Spoilers and slightly obsessive love

Ken ended up taking Barbies advice to find out who “Ken” was and finally his feelings strayed from her much to her pleasure.

Both of them had grown a lot from the whole real world experience, making them more mature… one more so then the other.

Barbie would meet you first. Gloria would bring you there to visit after telling Barbie all about her younger sister.

She was instantly head over heels for the girl with the wide eyes as you took in the seemingly sparkling world around you.

Barbie convinced you to stay for a few days and get to know each other better. Gloria being the wing women she is, leaves you alone with Barbie.

Unsurprisingly you guys hit it off so fast. Barbie never thought she would feel this way with a significant other. She never experienced the way you treated her before. It wasn’t about her looks, it was simply about her.

She took you for a walk by the beach to find a restaurant nearby to have a totally non romantic outing.

That when they ran into Ken. Literally. He wasn’t looking where he was going as he caught your eye. He saw you walking with Barbie and couldn’t look away, not even as you guys bumped into each other.

You apologize while Ken just stared at you with a undistinguishable gaze. At least to you.

Barbie has seen that gaze many times, after all it was usually directed towards her. That’s when it hit her, he just got a crush on Y/N too.

You kindly invited him to go eat with you and a Barbie after giving her a subtle look to make sure it was okay.

This got Barbie thinking. If she wanted you to stay in Barbieland then it would be a lot easier to have two people by your side over one. Kens still one of her best friends so it wouldn’t be too hard to work something out.

The restaurant ended up being some fancy Italian restaurant. Y/N was amazed at the idea of how she never really need to eat the food after all, a fake bite made her tastebuds dance with delight of the delicious pasta. It even made you feel full.

Barbie and Ken watched on with hearts in their eyes. Once you leave to go the bathroom they talked out their feelings. Both of course not wanting to let you go.

After you returned, they paid the bill, not even allowing you to see how much it cost. After all money wasn’t that big of a deal there.

The three of you return back to the dream house, Gloria still off somewhere with Weird Barbie, gave the trio privacy. Well as much as you can get with that open floor plan and no walls.

Barbie and Ken didn’t want you to leave them. Not ever again. So they kept pulling out thing after thing for activities you there could do together. From painting to roller blading.

After awhile you got tired, and they immediately worried so they quickly brought you back to the house and up into her heart shaped bed.

Lending you some pajamas, she and Ken left the room as you changed and got into bed.

They two walked into the room 10 minutes later after discussing more out of earshot.

Both of them had to hide a aww as they looked at your sleeping face.

You certainly looked like you belonged there. Now their job was to make sure you feel like it too.

After all they already feel like your ‘girlfriend and girlfriend’ and ‘boyfriend girlfriend’ in their terms.

The two laid down on either side of you with a smile on their face. Somehow magically in their own pajamas and ready for bed.

After all they couldn’t pass up the chance to cuddle with their Y/N.

[boyfiejay]

omg the jungwon soulmate au was so cute 😔 i was wondering if you could do one for sunoo?? <3

Thank you for sending an ask! This took me so long, im so sorry. Love you <3

Soulmate AU

PAIRING : Sunoo x gn Reader

GENRE : Soulmate au, fated to be

Warning : mention of drink(no names), almost road accident, reader calls him pretty like 10 times

Word Count : 1.1k

Author's note : lowk wrote this in a hurry so it isn't the best :((

Jungwon version

Working in a café in your junior year of high school was probably the dumbest decision you've made. Well, in your defence, last year when you started working, it was a nice distraction. The cafe wasn't very popular, the same few faces greeting you everyday.

But a couple months ago, a local influencer made a post about the cafe and the once silent and comforting cafe was constantly bombarded with people.

You were happy for the raise, but not for the increased work.

The only reason your parents haven't asked you to quit yet is because this job makes you meet new people everyday. 'Parents and their obsession with soulmates' you thought, and continued wiping the table.

Yeah, soulmates. When you turned 10 you were presented with a bracelet with a pretty charm, your soulmate has a bracelet with similar or identical charm on it. You remember being excited to meet yoir soulmate just like your parents. When you meet your soulmate, the charms link together and let go whenever they please.

When you meet your soulmate, you feel like you've known them forever and suddenly feel so much adoration for them, yada yada (you've heard this for years)

Now that you're older, you aren't as much excited, all because you remember seeing people all over each other, practically eating each other's faces throughout your high school days.

Today was one of the few days that it was actually peaceful, only a handful of people coming in. It had been over half an hour since no one came and you were honestly getting tired of wiping the same floor and same tables.

Just then the bell attached to the door chimed as someone made their presence known. The person stood in front of the counter looking at the menu and wondering what to order, but all you could think about was how pretty this guy is.

His beauty could single handedly defeat all of your past crushes, combined.

Before you literally start drooling at him, he opened his mouth to place his order and started taking out the money for it. God even his voice was pretty, were you going to get a crush on a random stranger you probably would never meet.

Taking your eyes off his breathtaking form, you hurried to make his drink. In record time the drink was in front of him, even he looked surprised as to how you made it so fast.

He handed you the money, something shiny on his wrist caught your eye. You returned his change and observed his wrist.

It looked too much like yours.

Before you could be out of your trance and open your mouth, he had thanked you with the prettiest smile and was hurrying out the door.

For the next week you couldn't get the pretty stranger out of your mind. All your thoughts circled back to whether his charm was really similar to yours. To be fair, a lot of people had similar looking charms, just enough difference that you wouldn't catch in a hurry. Sure his must have been different.

But you couldn't shake off this feeling that there was more to it, you just wanted to run to him and confirm it yourself. But where would you go? You didn't know his name, or his age, or which school (or uni) he went to.

Today was one of the worst days you've had this whole month. Firstly your teacher suddenly announced that you needed to submit a lengthy assignment tomorrow, then your locker door won't open and you were late to class. It seemed that you had pissed your teacher a lot considering you were sent to detention, and then your regular bus had missed.

After waiting about 20 minutes, the next bus arrived, you got on and walked to the very back of the bus to sit. You almost cursed out loud when you saw who was sitting in the row beside yours, almost.

It was the guy from the café! He had his earphones plugged in as he was hurriedly typing on his phone. The charm on his bracelet caught your attention, it really did look like yours.

Again, before you could speak up, thr bus had stopped and he was walking towards the door. He was going to get off!

You weighed your options for 2 seconds before you were also walking out.

He was walking away still immersed in texting, his whole attention on his screen. God what kind of tea did he get to have that much attention on texting.

Just then you saw a car speeding on the road, the road this guy was going to walk on!! You ran towards him, pulling his shirt collar just in time as the car zoomed past. You pulled him far away from the road.

He began coughing due to the pressure on his neck as you panted from the running. He threw a confused look towards you and before he could open his mouth you said, "A car was speeding, you would've gotten run over."

He probably didn't notice anything due to the earphones still plugged in. Noticing his neck slightly turn red you apologised. But he was quick to brush it and thank you for saving him.

It was awkward for a moment, till he noticed your gaze on his wrist. In turn he looked at yours, immediately softly grabbing your wrist to inspect your bracelet.

"You're.. We are.." he muttered, not being able to finish his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah we are." you nodded.

He hesitantly brought up his wrist to link your charms together. Although you already knew that you were soulmates, this was a process that made your bond stronger.

As the charms linked together, he looked up to meet your eyes. God even his eyes were pretty, long lashes and everything. This man was perfection, and he was your soulmate?

"I'm Sunoo, Kim Sunoo. Are you free right now? I mean, we don't really have a choice since this will not let go just now." he said, although borderline rambling, his voice remained soft and soothing.

You couldn't stop the smile on your face as it was finally dawning upon you that you found your soulmate. You nodded at him as he gave you one of his smiles that might even put the sun to shame.

"Let's go then! I'll show you my favourite places and you show me yours." he said, his voice more high pitched as he became excited. A slight bounce in his step as he grasped your hand, his fingers weaving through yours.

[seramilla]

So in human au after a few months of Emily's puppy eyes, Carmilla's not so subtle reminders that they are always welcome if they need a place to stay, the bills that never go away, the "dates" Carmilla takes Sera on that they don't call dates (Sera wouldn't have agree if Carmilla called it a date), and Sera's own longing to be near Carmilla and have the stable home life for her and Emily. Sera finally decides to take Carmilla up on her offer but not because of that. In one week Sera gets two pieces of bad news one the rent on the basement apartment she and Emily live goes up and she gets let go of her job. Those two things happen at the same time are the straw that breaks the camels back and when she is panicking on what she will do decides to go live with Carmilla. Because it took all of that to get Sera to over come her hyper independence and self deprecation and go ask to take Carmilla up on her offer and asks to move in.

Sera could not possibly be having a worse day if she tried. In some kind of cosmic, chaotic joke, the overseers of the universe had chosen the day she's supposed to move back into her refurbished apartment for two major catastrophic events to occur. She's sure both things are definitely, absolutely illegal, but there is nothing she can do about it. And the more she dwells on it, the more panicked she gets. How is she going to explain all of this to Emily? To Carmilla?

Sera's job had let her go that morning. Even though her performance review not even a few months prior had been perfect, apparently, taking so much time off work to take care of her and Emily's housing situation had broken some unwritten attendance policy. So her job had given her the boot. No warning, no severance; just handed her the pink slip and gave her 10 minutes to gather her things, and shoved her out the door.

Not even 2 hours after she'd returned to Carmilla's house upset, sobbing, and barely able to form a coherent sentence if her life depended on it, she receives an email on her phone. It's the lease agreement from her landlord. Her lease renewal had happened at some point during the entire flood fiasco, so he'd given her a grace period to renew. The only problem is, when she opens the email and reads the actual document, she finds her rent has gone up nearly 50% from what she'd been paying a month ago!

Sera had no knowledge of this. Her landlord had not informed her of a rate increase this drastic. Her rent went up almost every year; she had expected that. But not 50% overnight! She...she can't afford this! Her landlord states in the email that the justification is "long overdue improvements and upgrades to the unit", but Sera had not consented to this! He can't just...it's not right to just...do this to her! She and Emily are supposed to move back in tomorrow! What is she supposed to do now?

The state Carmilla finds her in when she gets home is practically catatonic. Sera is bent forward over the kitchen table, sobbing into the expensive wood, and Carmilla can barely get her to calm down and tell her what the problem is. Rather than try to explain, Sera just hands Carmilla her phone, waiting in silence for the other woman to absorb the meaning of the email on the screen. Once she's finished reading, Sera's lucky Carmilla doesn't break her phone with how hard she's squeezing it.

"Who the FUCK does this Adam guy think he is?! I'm going to skin that fucking bastard alive! I swear to god, I'm going to--!"

Carmilla catches herself from doing something drastic. She hands the phone back to Sera, literally forcing herself not to speak as she paces around the kitchen, stomping here and there. Whereas Sera's reaction to the news had been panic and heartbreak, Carmilla's is straight-up anger and righteous fury. Sera turns her head just enough to see the matriarch holding herself back from doing...something. She opens the fridge, then slams the door shut. Opens a drawer, then slams that shut, too. When there is nothing left to open or slam, Carmilla makes a frustrated RRRRGGGHHH sound under her breath, and plops herself down at the table beside Sera.

Both women just kind of exist in silence for a while, Carmilla trying to actively slow the blood that's pumping hotly through her veins, and Sera still trying to magic up a solution that will somehow solve all her problems.

Eventually, Carmilla looks over at her. Sera is still bent forward with her head buried in her arms on the table. Carmilla reaches over, touching the top of Sera's head softly. Stroking gently. A stark contrast to the way she'd been banging around in the kitchen a few moments before.

"Sera, I'm so sorry," Carmilla says, genuinely at odds with herself over what to say now. "I can't imagine what you're going through. I'm so...angry for you."

"That's not all," Sera says, voice muffled from inside her folded arms. Carmilla's head swivels back around toward her at that news. Sera still can't look her in the eye.

"It's...not?"

"I lost my job, too. They fired me. I have...nothing left, Carmilla."

Sera starts sobbing again just then. Not the pitiful, gross tears she'd been shedding when Carmilla walked in, but a loud, vocal wail. She cries aloud into her arms, just letting the stress and turmoil of the day out of her body in one fell swoop. Her shoulders quake, and her body is wracked and shaking. Carmilla just sits beside her, still stroking her hair, completely failing her dearest friend at all levels because she just doesn't know how to fucking comfort her.

So Carmilla does the only thing she can do. The thing she's been trying to do for weeks; that Sera has just ignored and turned down until now.

"Sera...I know I probably sound like a broken record at this point. And I'm not trying to control you or make your mind up for you. But I really must insist you take me up on my offer to stay here."

Sera lifts her head. Her face is shiny and ugly with tears. She tries to wipe them away with her hands, but uses her sleeves instead. She's still trying to fight against the small hiccups that handicap her speech centers. She looks at Carmilla, and groans.

"Maybe...if I have a few more weeks...I can find a new job...another place--"

"No, I mean permanently!" Carmilla tries not to shout. She takes Sera's hand in hers this time. Squeezes it hard, so that Sera can't ignore this any longer. Can't ignore her.

"Carmilla, you know I can't do that--"

"Why not?" Carmilla demands. She moves to stand, but she's absolutely not kneeling next to Sera in a pleading posture. That would be ridiculous of her.

"You keep saying that, but really, why not? Sera, think about this logically. You've already been living here. All of yours and Emily's things are here! We've already been a family. I can...I can take care of you. You must know how I feel about you--!"

"I know! I know! But I can't--!"

Carmilla is actually kneeling before her now.

"Why not?"

"I'm scared, okay! I've never had to rely on someone else before! I don't--I can't--let anyone else be responsible for Emily's life. I promised my mom and dad I'd take care of her--!"

"You are!" Carmilla insists. She's stroking Sera's cheek now, desperately trying to chase both her tears and fears away. "You've done such a good job with her! But sometimes being responsible is knowing when to ask for help! There's no shame in it! I'm not doing this because I think you can't do it. You've already done so much. I just want...to be selfish sometimes, too, you know? I want you both here with me. With us! Because I love you. I care about you and her!"

The words are out. Carmilla almost can't comprehend that she'd said it, but the words are out.

Sera had always thought big declarations of love only happened in movies. Yet it had just happened, right in front of her face, in a big elaborate kitchen she'd never be able to afford in 10 separate lifetimes. And the woman who she has feelings for in return, but has been too stubborn to act upon, has just laid all her cards out on the table in front of her.

It would be so easy. To just stay here. Be with her. Give Emily what she's always wanted. Sera had always been taught the easy way was not for her. But with no other options left...what is a single guardian with no job and no prospects supposed to do?

Sera sighs. Deep and ragged.

"I...I love you, too, Carmilla. So much. I just think...I don't know what I'm ready for, right now. I don't know how to move forward in a relationship when I'm feeling so low. I've got...so much on my fucking plate."

"That's okay!" Carmilla assures her, pushing her hair back that's fallen into Sera's face. "We don't have...to do anything about that right now. I just need to know that you and Emily are safe. I just want you here with me. We can work out the rest later. Is that okay?"

Yes. Yes, Sera can work with that. She just needs...to take things one step at a time. So she's not overwhelmed. As long as the housing problem isn't an issue...she can work with this. She can figure things out. With Carmilla's help.

So she says the words Carmilla and all three girls have been dying for her to say for the last month. She smiles, wiping the snot and residual tears away with the sleeve of her shirt, and just gives in to what she wants for a change.

"Okay...okay, Carmilla. If you'll have us, we'll stay here with you."

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 3: Step 3: The not-date

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I let them shenan once, now they've shenaned again- also this fic will sort of follow canon, but fuck it where I decide I want to. They joys of being a writer. Also so sorry this update took forever, I was depressed as fuck. Love ya 🦐

Chapter 2

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

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“So you’re telling me, the woman of your dreams, the one you’ve been in love with for months-“

“It’s-it’s just a crush let’s not-“

“The very woman you have literally not shut up about since meeting,” James continues, ignoring you, “invites you to accompany her to the harvest festival coming up and you don’t see it as a date?”

“We don’t even know if she likes women let alone me.” You argue.

“Babe you need to open those brilliant little eyes of yours. Of course she’s gay.”

“You don’t know that for sure-“

“No, but I do know no straight woman would experience your sorry ass flirting with them and invite you to the fucking harvest festival.”

You groan, dropping your head against the coffee machine. James had been arguing with you for at least half an hour on whether or not Larissa Weems had invited you on a date when she had asked you to join her at the harvest festival. Now, having only just moved to Jericho you honestly had no idea what the harvest festival even was. Did that stop you from immediately saying yes when she asked though? Absolutely not. You figured any time spent with Larissa, no matter what it was you ended up doing, was time well spent.

However, you did ask James what it was (your first mistake). Which was how you had ended up in this little argument.

“Even if she is gay, she’s so far out of my league.”

“While that may be true-“

“Ouch, thanks for the vote of confidence.” You interrupt, earning you a slap on the arm.

“She seems to want to spend time with you. So you must be doing something right. Anyway, my shift is over but we will talk more about this tomorrow.”

“Oh no, however will I survive without your constant teasing and invasive questions.” You comment.

“I know, you’ll truly suffer. Maybe I’ll ask Galpin to join in on the teasing that way-“

“Don’t involve that poor kid in your devious plans, he need not be corrupted by you.”

He leaves at that with a snort, waving as he goes. Tyler arrives a little while later, giving you a shy wave before getting behind the counter. You decide to take your break, things being a bit quiet at this time of day and let Tyler know before heading into the back.

So all in all, a very normal day so far.

So imagine your surprise when you came back in to find Tyler standing next to Wednesday surrounded by three sad looking pilgrim boys who were laying on the floor groaning in pain. Truly it was almost comical, almost.

“What in the name of fuck happened in here? I was gone for like 10 minutes!” You asked.

“Well-“ Tyler started, only to be interrupted by someone coming through the front door.

And that someone was none other than Sheriff Galpin. You really had nothing against him personally but any and all law enforcement just put you on edge.

“What happened in here?” He asked, eyeing the boys on the ground and then Wednesday.

“They were harassing a customer, she just defended herself,” Tyler replied.

“You mean to tell me this tiny girl beat up these three?”

“I’m sure this was her showing restraint,” you mumble, coming to stand behind the two teens. “Anyway now that that’s all cleared up-“

You’re interrupted by a very troubled and frustrated Larissa stepping through the door. She glances at the boys on the floor, pursing her lips before levelling Wednesday with a look that could make anyone burst into tears.

“Sheriff, apologies. This one…slipped away from me,” she apologizes, “Come on Miss Addams, time to go.” She grits.

“Addams? Is Gomez Addams your father?” The sheriff asks, eyeing Wednesday with what you can only call malice. At Wednesday’s nod, he continues.

“That man should be behind bars. I'm guessing the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'll have my eye on you.” He warns before storming out.

The four of you look at each other, Larissa’s glare burning holes into Wednesday’s head, while Tyler looks embarrassed and confused.

“Tyler, no offense really, but your dad is a prick.” You say.

“Sorry.” He sighs.

“You two are all right though? None of these prissy pilgrims hurt either of you?” You ask, giving each of them a cursory check.

“Yeah Wednesday handled it, you should’ve seen her-“ Tyler starts but stops himself when he notices the intense glaring match between Larissa and Wednesday.

“Right well, Wednesday,” you start, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I’m sorry these boys caused trouble for you. But you two probably have to get back to nevermore?”

“Yes. We do. Miss Addams, please go wait in the car. And don’t run off this time or else,” Larissa threatens, earning a huff from the girl as she exits the shop.

“It seems you’ve got an escape artist with you.” You joke.

“I do apologize. Wednesday is- she-“ she sighs rubbing her face.

“Hey it’s okay,” you start grabbing her forearm and squeezing it reassuringly. “Are you alright? Need anything?”

She shakes her head, and you must be imagining things because it almost looks like she’s blushing.

“No, I should get her back before she tries to escape again.”

“She’s probably already hatching plans. But remember I’m always here. Or just a phone call away. However, I don’t have the arm strength for digging graves so...”

She snorts at that, shaking her head and grabbing your hand, giving it a squeeze before leaving. You watch her go, smiling before turning around to see Tyler grinning at you.

“What?”

“So you and Principal Weems huh?” He snorts.

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You had to admit, for a small town, Jericho did know how to hold a pretty cool festival.

You were standing at the entrance to the harvest festival taking in the sight. There were stalls with games set up (no doubt rigged to hell and gone) and various carnival rides set up. You were a little impressed with how well put together the event seemed.

But the time to lose your money at carnival games and eat overpriced food was later. You had to find Larissa.

Honestly, it wasn’t hard, for one she was a walking goddess and tall as fuck so she was easy to spot. And second, the minute you saw Wednesday Addams, you found Larissa close by.

You stopped when you spotted her, standing in her greenish(the lighting wasn’t helping your color analysis) jacket with gloves on. She almost looked out of place; someone who dressed so prim and proper at a little festival with sticky food and children screaming. But she really did always look immaculate.

You decided to stop staring at her like a creep and hurried over to her. She was currently standing at one of the booths, feigning interest in the prizes but actually watching Wednesday. She was so focused on the girl that she didn’t even notice you standing next to her. You stood there for a solid minute before whispering.

“Worried she’ll pull another escape attempt?”

You had expected to scare her, yes, but what you hadn’t anticipated was Larissa letting out the most adorable shriek. She turns to face you, sporting a slight blush and clearing her throat.

“Ahem, sorry about that you uh- you startled me.” She stammers

You giggle, actually giggle, and immediately slap a hand over your mouth, slightly mortified. The two of you stand side by side, embarrassed and blushing like two teenagers. Speaking of teens, not ten seconds later a smirking Wednesday and beaming Enid appear in front of you both.

“Miss Sinclair, Miss Addams,” Larissa starts, regaining her composure, “I hope you two are enjoying yourselves.”

“Oh immensely. Bright lights and laughter are where I feel most at home.” Wednesday deadpans, earning a snort from you.

“I’m super excited. Wednesday said she’d try win me a prize!” Enid squeals.

“Oh? She did?” You ask, grinning. “That’s so nice of you Wednesday.”

You swear you see her cheeks turn pink before she huffs and walks away, mumbling to herself. Enid apologizes before running off, leaving you and Larissa alone again.

“They’re totally in love.” You comment.

“Indeed, I wonder which of them will figure it out first.” Larissa chuckles.

“I’m putting my money on Enid. She seems more in tune with her emotions.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate Miss Addams, she can be quite intuitive when she wants to be.”

“I don’t know, she seems the type to avoid her feelings as long as she can.”

She snorts at that before linking her arm with yours and heading further into the festival. She started telling you about the previous years’ harvest festivals and how she often spent them. You noticed she liked to talk with her hands, well hand in this case.

She soon dragged you over to a table and told you to wait while she went to get what she called “the best by far” hamburgers from a stall nearby. You sat at the table, quickly checking your messages when Wednesday appeared in front of you carrying a rather large stuffed panda.

“Did you win that for Enid?” You asked.

“It’s for Weems. You give it to her.” You said shoving the big guy in your direction.

“Wait what? Why did you- and she’s gone.” You remarked watching her black pigtails disappear in the crowd.

A few moments later Larissa returned with the food. She sat next to you, handing you a burger before speaking.

“You must try these, I look forward to them each year.” She smiled, before noticing the panda. “Where did you get that?”

“Oh uh- well actually it’s for you?” You started, picking up the bear and holding it toward her, “you’d never guess who-“

You had squeezed the lil guy when all of a sudden a voice played from it.

“I love you!”

You froze, staring at the bear and feeling your cheeks heat up. Of all prizes Wednesday could’ve given you, she gave you the one that said that? You wanted to believe she had no idea but a part of you wondered if this wasn’t revenge for your teasing earlier.

“I-I didn’t- I had no idea it would-“ you stammered.

She chuckled, pulling the bear out of your hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s very sweet, thank you darling.”

You’d have to thank Wednesday later (assuming she hadn’t tried to run away again). Larissa put the bear down on the bench before sitting down next to you bumping your shoulder with hers before instructing you to start eating.

The two of you sat and ate, and goddamn she was right the burgers really were delicious. Not that you doubted her. Although the entire experience would’ve been a lot less magical had it not been for Larissa sitting next to you, so close your shoulders were touching as she happily ate her burger and spoke to you between bites.

The two of you then headed back into the festivities. You insisted on trying to win Larissa another stuffed animal (you wanted it to be from you, not from Wednesday, even if the one you ended up winning was a considerably smaller stuffed duck.)

You had to admit, it did feel like a date. You kept trying to stop yourself from thinking like that, Larissa was just being friendly and you hadn’t really had a close friend who was a woman for years so you had no idea if this was just regular friendship or she was actually flirting with you.

But you pushed all those thoughts aside and just enjoyed the time you were spending with her. Well, you were enjoying your time together before a young girl came running up to Larissa, she honestly looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“Principal Weems I- I’m sorry to interrupt but Wednesday said Rowan’s been attacked and-and killed in the woods. I don’t- she said it was some kind of monster? I-“ she stammers, obviously troubled.

“Alright, deep breaths. Okay, there we go. Right. Go find Miss Thornhill and tell her to get her to gather the rest of the students and head back to Nevermore. I’ll call the sheriff and be with you shortly. It’ll be alright Miss Barclay, thank you for coming to me.” She says, ushering the girl away.

Bianca nods before turning on her heel and running off to find the teacher Larissa mentioned. Larissa turns to you, smiling apologetically.

“I’m sorry darling. This is not how I envisioned this evening ending. I need to go but promise me you’ll head straight home? If-if there is any merit to Wednesday’s story I would be beside myself if something were to happen to you.” She murmurs squeezing your hand.

You nod, assuring her you understand and you’ll head home. You urge her to be careful and you’re about to let her leave before you stop her.

“Give me your phone.” You ask, holding out your hand.

“Darling I- what?”

“I’m putting my number in your phone so you can message me when you get back to Nevermore, safe and sound.” You insist.

She looks shocked for a moment, then confused before finally settling on a rather flustered expression before handing you her phone. You hand it back to her after adding yourself as a contact(you saved yourself as ‘Favorite Barista’ which makes her chuckle.) you reiterate that she has to message you when she returns to Nevermore and give her a kiss on the cheek before ushering her away. As soon as her blushing form is out of sight you head back to your car and drive home.

It’s only after you’ve entered your small apartment that your actions register. You are absolutely mortified that you behaved the way you did and can’t help but overthink every action for the next hour or so. You’re wallowing in self-loathing and misery when your phone pings with a new message.

You quickly check who it’s from, noticing the unknown number and hastily open the message.

Hello darling, it’s Larissa. I’m back at Nevermore, safe and sound. There was no sign of Rowan, despite Wednesday’s adamance about what she saw. All this to say, everything is fine.

You sigh, relieved she and the kids are safe. You’re about to send a reply when another message comes through.

And thank you for looking out for me tonight. It’s been a while since anybody has worried for my safety. I appreciate your care.❤️

[oddinary4bts]

Hey!!!

Do u think u could make an JJK FF about two people falling in love bc of fate and coincidences?

I received this before my follower milestone but it works for the celebration I’m hosting so you are in luck hahaha

The Coincidence of Fate | jjk

☆pairing: Jungkook x reader

☆rating: 18+ (no smut in and of itself, just mention of oc and jungkook making love. Minors please DNI)

☆genre: slices of life!au, fluff

☆warnings: OC slips because of a mask, one mention of characters making love

☆word count: 1.3k

☆☆☆☆☆

You weren’t supposed to be here. You still can’t believe the series of events that led you to be standing here, in this coffee shop, drenched with water from the heavy rain outside.

First, you woke up this morning with an inexplicable yearning for your favourite cappuccino from that café you used to go to when you were in college. Literally, you woke up craving the taste of it, and the aromas that swirled on your tongue whenever you studied at that café, by the window overlooking the park on the other side of the street. So you elected to make a pitstop there before going to work, as your first meeting is only at 10:30 am anyway.

Second, you forgot to look at the weather before you leave – which mind you you never do. You usually look at the weather every morning to prepare yourself for the day – what you’ll wear, if you need to put boots or shoes, if you need to bring an umbrella. This morning you forgot, and your trustee red umbrella is still on its hook, in the wardrobe next to the apartment’s door. It’s probably laughing at you from where it hangs, warm and dry.

Third, you took the wrong metro line, which is entirely because you are so used to be going to work directly from home that you don’t even think when you do it, you just let the flow of the crowd guide you. It took you three stops to realize you took the wrong line, and you pull out your phone to figure out the most efficient way to get to the café. It turns out to be a bus, so you get out of the metro and wait at the stop two streets down.

Fourth, the bus drops you off a good seven-minute walk away from the café. Which you reckon isn’t a lot, you’re usually the kind of person that always walks if it’s less than a thirty-minute walk. But the rain starts then, just a small drizzle that doesn’t worry you all that much. It’s summer, so it’s warm anyway, and the drizzle is a good relief from the heat.

Fifth, the café is closed due to renovations, but another one a few blocks down the street took over their menu – of course the café knows how important it is to the university students, so it didn’t want to betray its loyal clientele. But that means a longer walk, yet it still doesn’t scare you.

Sixth and last, the drizzle turns into a full-on shower by the time you make it two blocks down, and you run the rest of the way, trying to avoid your designer clothes getting all wet. Which obviously doesn’t work, because you’re currently dripping on the floor of the coffee house, looking like a lost puppy in the rain.

You’re still adamant about the cappuccino. In fact, you crave it even more now – you’re going to need its warm comfort.

The coffee shop is mostly empty, save for a group of girls studying in one corner, though they seem like they’re gossiping more than anything else. They don’t look at you, and you don’t look at them, walking towards the counter.

There is no one behind it, and you glance at the double doors that probably lead to a kitchen or something of the sorts. What you miss then, is the surgical mask left on the floor by a careless client, and damn you the tiles of the coffee shop have been polished recently.

The moment you step on the mask you fly, and your back hitting the floor has you feeling far too dizzy for your own good. You shut your eyes for a few seconds, wincing in pain. When you open them again, you wonder if you hit your head.

If you hit your head real good and died, because someone’s kneeling next to you, and you’re pretty sure he’s the most beautiful man you’ve seen in your entire life. He’s got big doe eyes, a soft gaze that holds so much kindness you think he can only be an angel. Strangely, what your eyes focus on is the mole under his mouth though.

His lips move, distracting you from the mole, and you notice light glinting on a piercing before you realize he’s speaking. And he’s speaking to you, with a concern-filled voice.

“Are you okay?” he repeats.

You blink a few times. “I think so.”

He helps you to sit up, and you’re painfully aware of his hands on you. They’re large, warm, and they hold you for a time, making sure you’re as okay as you say you are. His eyes don’t ever waver from yours once your gazes connect, and you’re pretty sure you’re hearing bells.

You are. It’s the bells from the door, and you let out an embarrassed chuckle as your eyes fall, and he moves his hands off of you to glance at the new client.

“Why don’t you sit while I take care of their order?” he suggests, motioning to the nearest empty table.

You blink again. “Oh.” You glance at the two guys that walked in, before nodding your head. “Yes, sure. Good idea.”

He chuckles, and you think it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard in your life. It has your pulse racing, in that good way you usually only see on a movie screen. Your gazes catch for a moment again, and it feels like the moment is stretching into its own little eternity.

Then the guy is helping you to stand, and you notice the sleeve of tattoos. They look out of place, on this sweet innocent-looking man, yet they fit perfectly. You gulp, before sitting at the table as he moves back behind the counter to serve the two customers.

His eyes keep darting to you. You know because each time he catches you already looking, and he sends you a small, secretive smile that has you think you have to know him from somewhere. The way he moves feels familiar, the stretch of his shoulders feels like you’ve seen it a thousand times before. You almost remember holding that large hand of his, almost remember the sound of his voice as he whispers against your skin…

You blush then, and your eyes obstinately fall to the table, boring a hole there.

You’ve never been a big romantic. Never believed in love at first sight… but when he puts your favourite cappuccino down in front of you, before sitting in the chair across from yours, you think maybe fate is just a series of coincidences.

“How did you know…” you trail off, motioning to the cup in front of you.

He smiles. “Intuition. I’m Jungkook, by the way. I’ve never seen you around here before.”

Blush dusts your cheeks again. “Y/n.”

He nods, as if he knew anyway.

It’s no wonder you fall in love. No wonder the puzzle pieces meet and form art, because it was meant to be. At least that’s what you think the first time he kisses you, after a Narnia pub quiz date that had both of you sharing two pints of beer, because you both don’t want to leave after the first one. That’s what you think the first time he makes love to you, forehead pressed against yours as you breathe the same air and he tells you he thinks he knows you from a past life. That’s what you think when he makes you dance amongst the falling leaves a late October evening, and that’s what you think when he kisses the top of your head first thing when he wakes up on Christmas morning.

And a year later, when he proposes in that same café you were never supposed to go to, you think he’s your favourite coincidence as you say yes, yes to an eternity next to him. Because you know, you know now your life was just a series of coincidences, all of them leading to him.

[tfp-enthusiast]

Tiny!Transformers Soundwave

[I decided to make an scenario for everyone, you can decide which one is next, and i make specific oneshots for them too.]

[As an example for the Oneshots, when someone asks, idk, if i could write cuddle headcanons or Reader sneaking them in school or something.]

[Soundwave is a cat tbh.]

You 'lived' inside the Nemesis, your mom was almost always on business trips so you spend most of your time there.

You where with Knockout in the medbay and just chatting about the newest gossip he heard.

But both of you where surprised to see an vehicon coming inside and holding his hand out for you.

Normally this means that you should jump on the hand but inside the vehicon's hand was already something.

Or rather someone.

You walked closer and saw an tiny Soundwave.

"What? How???"

Your voice showed how surprised and amazed you where.

Soundwave hopped on your hand, basically your friendship was now one big uno reverse card, and played a short message from the one and only Lord Megatron.

"Soundwave, you would be in best hands with Y/n, she won't crush you as easily. Your work will have to wait for now."

You knew that Soundwave was already finished with his works since a week or so, he was always working and took only small breaks.

You nodded and thought about what to do with your now tiny friend.

"Let's go to my room, we can play wome games and i can show you a little more about humans!"

You waved Knockout goodbye and told him that you would be back soon so you could continue your conversation.

After 10 minutes of walking you already regretted that you didn't ask Knockout if he could bring you back to your room.

He probably knew that and laughs his ass of in that moment.

But Soundwave, and his cuteness, made it a lot more bearable.

Soundwave transformerd into his vehicle mode and flew next to you while you where walking.

He seemed to notice that you where a little tired and landed on your shoulder, transformed, and hugged you with his long arms.

After an eternity of walking you got to your room, which out of security reasons was in the middle of all and relatively close to the bridge.

As soon as you where inside you fell onto your bed and Soundwave just stared at you from your desk.

"Hey Sounders, we could play something if you want."

You got an affirming nod and turned on your PC, opened Steam, and waited for him to pic something.

"Which one do you want?"

Soundwave shrugged and pointed at you and then at the games.

You should decide.

You just picked Assassins creed (i know, a classic, but i just love the games)

You thought that Soundwave would love a sneaking game and ond learn something about the planet at the same time.

And boy you where right, you played Unity, and you choose the multi-player missions and after the tutorial he was just as good as you.

He was an expert at the sneaking and Parcours.

You planned on playing through the whole night but Soundwave told threatened you to sleep at around 11 pm.

He let you already stay up longer , you still had something to do tomorrow, it was Thursday.

You gave in after you made an deal to cuddle him until you fell asleep.

The best sleep in a long time.

When you woke up Soundwave already stoop before you on your bed with an smiley on his visor.

What a nice way to start the day. Why can't it be always like this?

Yousmiled back and stood up to get some clothes to change into, got into the bathroom, and soon you had to go to school.

You couldn't decide if it was a great day or the worst, on one hand you couldn't wait to get home which made it seem like eternity but on the other hand it motivated you too pay attention.

When you got back, a vehicon brought you, you dashed into your room but it was empty.

You panicked.

What if he fell and hurt himself badly?

In your panic you searched your room and didn't even think about that he was a literal jet and never would fall.

He was way too observant for such mistakes.

You got interrupted by a knocking on your door/wall but continued searching.

After the 4th knock you came out.

And who stood there back in original size? You guessed it. Soundwave.

"There you are! I was panicking something happened.."

He just shook his head and played an small animated smiley with some hearts around it.

Now you could spend the entire week on his shoulder without him setting you down one time.

And you played some more assassins creed.

[r-i-03-17]

Hey everybody, I'm back. Sorry for not being on for a bit, but I wasn't really sure what to write, since my writing isn't THAT good, and I can look back at my other Yaz and Sammy headcanons and cringe, it's taken me a lil bit to figure out exactly what to write. But either way, I hope you guys enjoyed my other headcanons, and I hope you enjoy this one. Peace out, see y'all later 🙂. (WARNING: If you're not aware some of my headcanons/stories have more "mature" elements, nothing blatantly NSFW, but definitely implied things, so if that's something your fine with, then be free to enjoy, I'll always give a warning when my posts have "implied" elements, like this one does.)

It was their daughter's 4th birthday, and Yaz and Sammy had spent the entire morning preparing. They've had other parties sure, but this one was special, they had a surprise for their daughter that was sure to make this one of her best birthdays yet.

Sammy was making the food, humming to herself while sunlight beamed through the window above the oven. She took a deep inhale and exhaled out happily. She was happy with herself, she had a family, her daughter, her wife, her friends, and her dog. After the car accident she had right before her child was born messed up her hip pretty bad, so she couldn't move as fast as she used to, but that was ok . Yaz's job helped financially cover what the farm couldn't, she worked long hours and was always so helpful. When Sammy had to do physical therapy, when she had surgery, Yaz was always right there, helping her, helping get to the shower when she had a hard time walking, giving her cuddles when she was in pain, and always making her food when she felt too sick to make any herself, and Sammy appreciated it, probably more than she could ever express.

Speaking of, Yazmina was outside cutting up firewood for a fire they were going to have when it got dark, she was about twenty feet away, axe in hand, and a decent pile of wood already stacked. She was wearing a white tank top, exposing her six pack, that was gleaming with sweat from the hot sun. Yaz's jet black hair was hanging down over her shoulders, while she dumped a bottle of water over her head and on her tan arms to cool off. She didn't notice Sammy staring out the window, watching her like a teenager staring at her crush, thinking to herself how lucky she was, that not only did she have an amazing life with an amazing wife, but also that wife happened to be super hot, literally and figuratively, she made a mental note to herself to bring her out a a new bottle of water once she put her pie in the oven that she was making. Sammy felt a hand grab her shoulder and it made her jump, when she flipped around, Brooklyn was standing there, a birthday card in her hands.

S: Jesus Brook, don't sneak up on someone like that, you just about gave me a heart attack.

B: Sorry Sammy, didn't mean to interrupt you checking out your wife 😏.

S: 😳. I wasn't.....I didn't....I was just....

B: 😏😏.

S: 😑.

Brooklyn laughed, she loved teasing Sammy about that kinda stuff, even after all these years, she still gets super flustered, it didn't bother Yaz at all when she teased her, so Brooks main target was usually Sammy.

Brooklyn opened the window, and yelled out to Yaz.

B: Hey Yazmina, you didn't notice your wife checking you out? She's been staring at you for the past 10 minutes.

Y: 😏. Good, means I must be doing something right 😉.

Sammy blushed while Yaz and Brooklyn started laughing, to be completely honest Sammy never minded the teasing or anything like that, if anything she loved it. In some weird way it made her feel all bubbly and happy inside, like she felt when the first started dating. Whenever Yaz grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up to kiss her, or when they would just lay on a couch late at night watching a movie, or when they would sit on the front porch swing with Koda (Sammy's Rottweiler) after they put their daughter to bed, talking about their days, and when they their friends we're going to visit again.

Suddenly Darius, Kenji, and Ben pulled up the driveway with a big trailer towing behind them. Sammy called their daughter downstairs and revealed the surprise to her, her very own Shetland Pony, named Tucker. Yaz and Sammy's daughter loved him, hugged her parents, and led her new horse to the barn. As the two of them looked on, Sammy's head resting on Yaz's shoulder, they both thought to themselves " I'm so lucky".

Ok guys I hope you enjoyed this one, idk when I'll make another, but I probably will eventually.

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Roses and Flame | 9

Pairing: Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Toto Wolff,  Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Checo Perez

TW: cheating, language

Rating: Mature, 18+

AN: I’m just going to go ahead and warn you right now, Collins is very much being an anti-hero in this chapter. I let my intrusive thoughts win, I’m not sorry though. This took a hot minute to finish since my life has decided to be literally the most hectic so I am sorry for that. If something in a different language is wrong its cause i used google translate. comment to be added to the taglist!

Word count: 5.0k

Mini Summary: Collins Horner is the eldest of Christian and Geri’s children. She has been raised to be the fastest female racer Motorsport has ever seen and to despise Mercedes while doing it. But what happens when her world turns upside down?

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it, and claiming it as your own.  

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You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you finally knocked on the door, waiting quietly. After a few moments it opened and you looked up to make eye contact with the tall man, who smiled back at you, causing you to grin.

“Hello, come on in,” he moved out of your way and you walked in. “You look really good.”

You smiled more and turned around to face him, “thanks, so do you. It smells great too, what are you cooking?”

“Don’t laugh, I’m not that great of a cook so I’m making spaghetti, but I am also making lamb chops. I never seem to mess those up so it seemed like a good idea,” he laughed lightly.

You nodded, “I’m not a good cook either so hopefully that’s not on your checklist.”

“We could always learn together.”

“Yeah, we could,” you smiled, both of you just looking at each other for a moment.

Toto opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine, “do you want some?”

“I’d love some.”You smiled, sitting on the bar stool that was at the island as you watched him pour you a glass and set it down in front of you.

“So, you happy that you finally got a break even though it's only a week?” He asked as he went back to focusing on the food he was cooking.

You thought about the last few days, “it’s been a little chaotic, so I’m not sure how much of a break this will be.”

“Oh? What has been so chaotic?”

Sighing, you responded, “it’s a long story I can’t share yet.”

“Hmm, not even a little bit?” He turned to look at you.

You shook your head, “nope.”

“Well, I think you should.”

“No,” you played all tough but the butterflies in your stomach said otherwise.

He nodded, “okay, but I bet you tell me at some point.”“Maybe,” you shrugged.

As you watched him you thought there was absolutely no way in hell you’d tell the man you were currently on a date with that a different man was most definitely in your bed right now. Of course, you weren’t truly dating Toto yet, for now, and nothing was going on with Checo so it wasn’t that bad, but you knew it wouldn’t be interpreted that way. 

You were deep in thought when he spoke up, “dinner is almost ready if you want to get plates, they're in that cabinet.” He smiled and pointed. Snapping back to reality you returned his smile, getting up to get plates. You walked over and handed them to him, “thank you.”

“Of course, where are the forks? I can put them on the table.”

He fixed the plates, stopping briefly to point at a drawer, “right in there.”

You nodded, walking to grab 2 forks and 2 knives. Staring at them for a second, you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. This wasn’t ideal, having to hide from everyone, but if you weren’t you wouldn’t be having a date this personal. You hated first dates, the anxiety of being out in public was bad enough, paired with the pressure of having to get to know someone was just so stressful. But being here right now was almost perfect, it felt like you had known him personally for years. You sat the utensils on the table when he came up behind you with the plates, setting them down. Smiling a little more you stood up straight, pressing your back up to his chest. You felt him stiffen up a little bit before relaxing again, you turned to face him, looking up.

“Thanks for dinner.” You spoke softly while he looked back down at you.

He laughed a little, “well you shouldn’t thank me until we’re for sure it actually tastes good.”

“Well that's too bad because I am,” you huffed, he had that stupid smirk on his face for a second before walking over to his seat. You sat down as well, taking a quick sip of your wine as he went to take a bite of his food, “Is it good?”

He nodded, “yeah, thank god.”

You laughed, taking a bite, “I knew it would be.”

The two of you chatted through the whole dinner, laughing and teasing each other, it was amazing. When dinner was finished you grabbed his plate before he could get up, going to wash them in the sink. You could feel his eyes on you as you turned the water on, his chair moving as he stood up. He walked towards you and before you knew it his hands were on either side of you, trapping you in between him and the counter. You almost dropped the plate that you were cleaning when he moved one of his hands to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning down so his mouth was level.“So are we doing this for real?” He whispered and the hair on the back of your neck stood up as you carefully put the plate down.

You were frozen in place for a moment before finally turning around, “if you want to deal with my father's wrath at some point in time.”

“Oh boy, I’d love to,” he smirked a little.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Then yes,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and setting you on the countertop. You gave him a little kiss and he grumbled, pulling you in for a real one and you immediately kissed him back. This kiss felt more real than the last ones, they were more desperate, like the two of you were trying to get as much as you could before it was gone. Now it felt more secure, probably because it was. The two of you spent the next hour kissing like teenagers before you finally pulled away.

“I’d love to do this for the rest of the week, but I should probably go,” you laughed as he moved to kiss your neck.

“How about you don’t go,” he whispered in between kisses, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back to give him more space.

He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him, you smiled a little, “I really need to Toto.”

“Nope, not happening.”

You opened your mouth to protest when you felt a nip at the nape of your neck, causing you to let out a quiet moan, you could feel his smirk against your skin. He pulled at the satin shirt you wore, untucking it from your jeans before quickly working at the buttons, his forehead resting on your shoulder. 

You combed your fingers through his hair, smiling, “Toto.”

He stopped and sat up to look at you, “yes schatzi?”

“I’ve got to go, I know they got pictures of me walking in the building, I can’t let it get suspicious, I’ve been here almost 5 hours.” You gave him a half smile.

He huffed, “that's not fair, for you to wear this top and just leave.”

“Well I need to,” you slid off the countertop and tucked your shirt back in before buttoning it back up.

He was almost in shock, “there’s no way you're about to leave.”

“I am and if you were thinking with your head that's up there,” you pointed at his face, “rather than the one that's down there, you would know that I’m making the smart choice.” You reached out for his face, pulling him into one last kiss, “I had fun.” He nodded in agreement and you turned to leave, grabbing your car keys and opening the door, and walking out. About 30 minutes later you walked into Lewis’ house, Audrey was sitting on the couch with Lewis and Checo who all looked over at you when you walked in.

“Jesus guys, have you been waiting for me?” you looked at them questioningly while setting your stuff down on the counter.

Audrey smiled, “kinda, we were watching a movie.”

“What movie?” You looked over at the tv.

Checo spoke up, “it's about like a fashion magazine and this woman is a bitch to this other girl.”

“Audrey you are not making them watch Devil wears Prada.”

“What?! They hadn’t seen it,” she defended herself as you squeezed in between her and Checo.

Lewis looked at you, “so how was the night?”

“Good,” you smiled and Audrey grinned.

“So do I get to know who you went out with?” Checo looked at the three of you.

You quickly shook your head, “absolutely not, and don’t tell people I went on a date at all.”

“Hmm, why should I?”

You crossed your arms, “I’ll call Carola.”

“Okay, fine, mouth shut,” he forced a smile and Audrey laughed.

You finished the movie with them, heading downstairs followed by Audrey and checo, you looked over at her, “let me change and I’ll come in and talk to you.”

“Okay,” she spoke before walking back into her room while checo followed you into yours. When you walked in you set your phone down on the dresser, looking in the mirror while you took off your jewelry. Checo walked over to the bed, sat down, and looked over at you. You looked at him through the mirror, “Yes?”

“Oh nothing,” he looked away, leaning forward to grab his duffle bag off the floor, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror, checo pulled out a shirt and threw his duffle bag on the floor, standing up. You leaned down to open a drawer to grab a sleep shirt of your own and when you stood back up you saw him taking off his shirt, you whipped around while he pulled it over his head, “Sergio, you can't wait 5 seconds or go and change in the bathroom?”

He looked over at you, “why are you being dramatic, it's just a shirt.” You huffed and looked at him for a second, “for someone who is so bothered, you seem to enjoy looking.”

“I’m not bothered and I’m not looking.” You felt your face warm up and you immediately blamed the wine.

“Mhmm, so should I put the shirt I was going to sleep in on, or would you rather me not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to go to Audreys room,” you grabbed your nightshirt and walked across the hall and into her room, shutting the door behind you. “Audrey what the fuck.”

She looked up from her bed, “what?”

“Was anyone going to tell me he was lowkey ripped?” You sighed and sat on her bed.

“Omg stop, he is?” She laughed a little.

You put your face in your hands, “yeah he is.”

“I just spent an hour and a half making out with another guy and I come back here and I’m about to sleep with a different one.”

“Well you’re not sleeping with him, you’re just sharing a bed.” You looked up at her with an unimpressed look on your face and she shrugged, “well unless you were planning on it.”

“I’m definitely not going to.”

“I heard he’s good though,” she pointed out.

“Are you for real?” you shook your head.

“Yeah, that's what I heard.”

“Audrey, what is your problem?” You started laughing and she laughed with you.

“Well you literally just came in here and I could’ve sworn you were kinda turned on.”

You shook your head, “I was not.”

“I heard it in your voice.”

“Oh no, you don’t think he noticed did you?”

She shrugged, “well what did he say?”

“He asked if he should leave his shirt off..”

“Oh girl, your fucked.”

“Stop, no I’m not, he has a wife, nothing is going to happen.”

“Well, Tayla said she’s been cheating on him.”

You got up and went to change into your pajamas, “how would she know.”

“Kelly, they’re good friends which I know is so shocking,” she spoke with the most sarcastic tone of voice.

“That just makes me feel bad for him,” you said as you take your jeans off, looking around for your shorts, “please tell me I brought shorts with me.”

“Looks like someone is about to get a show,” she had an evil look on her face.

“Audrey, I need to borrow shorts.”

“Nope, you need to live with the consequences of your own actions, now go, we can talk about Toto tomorrow.”

“Please, Audrey.” You practically begged and she shook her head, sighing you grabbed your clothes and sent her a glare, heading back out of her room. You stared at the door to your room, dreading what waited for you on the other side. Taking a deep breath you opened it and walked in, he was in bed reading a book. The room was dark except for the lamp that he had left on, he didn’t look up until he heard you shut the door behind you. You tried to ignore him, as you threw your dirty clothes in your suitcase. 

Walking over to the dresser, you looked at him over your shoulder and he was practically staring you down, “this a joke right?”

“I forgot my pj shorts in here, okay?” You defended yourself as you desperately dug through the dresser drawers.

He watched you as you got more desperate, “or you forgot them entirely.”

You stood up straight and turned around, “look, I wasn’t planning on a man staying here, I was planning on sleeping in here alone.”

He let you finish talking, watching you get all flustered, “ahh senora, come here.” He put his book down and sat up, motioning for you to walk over, reluctantly you did as you were told. He got out of bed, taking his blue plaid pj pants off.

“What are you doing?” You immediately looked away, looking at his face instead of down.

He handed them to you, “letting you borrow my pajama pants so you’ll calm down even though it’s really cute.”

You looked at him for a second before putting them on, the waistband was a little loose on you, and they were definitely baggy. Looking back up at him, you whispered, “thank you.”

He looked back at you, “you’re lucky I have some self-control.”

“The look in your eyes tells a different story.” You mumbled, you were never going to drink wine again.

“I’m sure it does, but I’m not doing anything about it, am I?”

“No, you’re definitely not,” you looked away and went to walk to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?” You turned around to look at him as he stared back at you. He didn’t say anything, just observed you for a moment and you pulled your arm away, “I’m going to lay down.”

You moved to your side of the bed before crawling in, pulling the covers over you as he moved to lay beside you. You furrowed your brow briefly and turned over on your side away from him, you began to let your eyes flutter close, ignoring the immense sexual tension. Once you finally began to relax you felt his hand on your waist, and it wasn’t over the shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat when his cold hand came in contact with your warm skin, you immediately turned to lay on your back so you could look at him.

“Checo,” you mumbled, looking at him with your eyes wide.

He looked away from his hand that was now resting on your stomach, “I’m not doing anything, not unless you ask me to.”

“Good thing I’m not asking,” you huffed and the both of you just stared at each other, waiting. 

You sat for a few more seconds and moved to turn around when he wrapped his arm around you tightly, pulling you close to him. God, he did smell good, you didn’t know what it was but you wanted to suffocate in it. You turned around in his grasp to face him, resting your forehead on his chest and letting out a sigh. 

You just let him hold you, feeling him mess with the hem of his pajama pants that you wore, “you’re not getting those back, just letting you know.”

He laughed quietly, “that’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, you know, about your wife,” you looked up at him.

Checo looked back at you, “I’m probably half to blame, I’m barely ever home, but I try my best.”

“You definitely can’t blame yourself, so stop with that,” you grumbled and rested your head back on his chest. The sexual tension still lingered even though you had tried to change the topic, it was quiet again. 

In the silence, you wondered if your dad would be more unhappy that you had gone out with Toto earlier that day or that you were currently laying in Checo’s arms. Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice mumbling your name, you looked up, and before you could think his lips were on yours. Jeez, you were 2 for 2 today, Monaco treated you well. After a few minutes of passionately kissing, you pulled away, trying to catch your breath as you sat up, your heavy breathing slowly transforming into laughter.

Checo sat up as well when you started laughing, he looked concerned, “what, did I do something?”

“what the fuck is going on,” you were almost in disbelief, and he just stared at you.

“We can talk about that later, don’t you think?”

You kept laughing, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him back in for another kiss, him practically on top of you as you laid back down. You let your hand trail down to the hem of his shirt, you could feel his muscles tense through the fabric before you pulled it up. He pulled away and sat back, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head while you watched, he had a smirk on his face.

“Still not looking?” His accent was stronger than normal and you were so turned on, it wasn’t even questionable.

“Would you shut up,” you looked away and he got back on top of you, leaning down to kiss your neck. Right as you felt a moan escape your lips you heard the door open, you immediately tensed up and shut your mouth. You went to sit up, but Checo held you down as he looked over his shoulder.

“Holy shit, Audrey I thought you were joking,” you heard a dutch accent, max.

Checo opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, sitting up, “Get the fuck out, now.” Audrey’s eyes widened and grabbed the door, shutting it and you fell back down, looking up at him.

“Dios, te deseo tanto (god, i want you so bad),” he exhaled before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, drawing a whine of protest from your lips, but soon was replaced with a moan as he moved to kiss your neck. You felt his hand dip under your shirt and the moment his hand grasped your breast your phone began to ring. 

You planned on ignoring it, but Checo looked over and read the caller ID, “It’s your mother.”

You pushed him off immediately, grabbing your phone, you took a deep breath before answering the phone, “Hi mom.” You gave her a smile as checo laid next to you, he scooted over when he realized he was obviously close.

“Hey sweetie, how was your night out?” She looked at you with a questioning glance.

“It was great, we had a lot of fun,” you nodded and she smiled.

“Good to hear, what are you doing now?”

You resisted the urge to look at Checo, “just scrolling through Instagram before going to bed.”

“That makes sense, Checo still staying there?”

You nodded, “yeah, I think he’s upstairs with Lewis right now though.”

“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll let you go, keep me updated with the drama.”

“I will. Love you, bye.” You smiled and hung up, looking over at him. He was already staring at you, you held your phone in your hand, feeling it buzz. 

You looked down to see Toto’s name pop up, immediately clearing the notification before checo could see it, “we should probably sleep.”

“Probably,” he mumbled, scooting back to be close to you.

You pulled the covers back up, cuddling up to him as he pressed kisses to your forehead. “You’re going home tomorrow,” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Probably smart,” he hummed and kissed you, you could tell he wanted to continue as did you, but clearly the two of you had some time to think it over. You wanted Toto more, you thought before pulling away from his kiss and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up cold, when you realized he was gone you opened your eyes. The shirt he fell asleep in crumpled up on the pillow, you reached up to grab it before sitting up. Looking around the room you noticed his bag was gone as well, you looked back down at the shirt. Slipping off the shirt you slept in, you threw his on. It was an old white shirt with a decal and spanish words you didn’t understand, it smelled like him. Before you got up Audrey walked in, handing you a plate with pancakes on it and sitting down next to you.

“I already know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.”

She had a grin on her face, “wasn’t it just yesterday we had that whole conversation about making bad decisions when it came to men.”

“Shut up, and we didn’t even end up having sex,” you huffed before eating your pancakes.

“Oh, let me guess, you did that thing where when you have 2 seconds to actually think about the situation you realize it’s a bad idea and then you stop.”

“Well yeah, and my mom called me like 4 minutes after you two just decided to barge in.”

She gave you a smile, trying to look apologetic but you knew she wasn’t sorry.

You spent the next few days texting Toto consistently and when you weren’t texting him you were thinking about him. That Thursday, in your extremely hungover state from the crazy night before, he invited you over so he could take care of you since by now he realized you wouldn’t do yourself. You sat next to him on the couch, your legs taking up most of the space even though you had them bent. You rested your head on his shoulder, he was watching some random show that you couldn’t care less about. You took a sip from your glass of water that he got you to take your Advil with. 

He glanced over at you, “are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, the tv is a little loud though,” you looked at him, smiling as you messed with the blanket that covered you both.

He took care of you almost all day, making you dinner once again, and it was good of course. You ate almost eagerly, but you did your best to control yourself, this was only the second time the two of you had hung out, he didn’t know you were an animal when it came to food yet and he didn’t need to.

“How about you stay here tonight this time?” Toto spoke, looking across the table at you.

You stopped eating, looking up at him, “hmm..”

“You can take a warm shower, and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t have any of my stuff,” you pointed out.

“You can use my stuff.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?” He almost immediately asked, “I want a real reason.” 

“Well what if someone saw me walk in?”

“You said no one saw you when you came in.”

“Oh yeah..” You sighed and he looked at you.

In all honesty, you were scared. Scared your father will find out, scared you’d immediately fall in love and get your hopes up, scared you’d never want to leave.

He stared at you, waiting for an answer, “I’ll stay, but make me leave tomorrow or I might stay forever.”

“I make no promises,” he smiled briefly and went back to eating, you smiled to yourself and did the same.

You skipped on the shower since you had one that morning, plus you wanted as much time in bed with him as possible. The both of you stood in his closet, he was looking for a shirt for you to sleep in while you looked around at his clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many white Mercedes button ups,” you laughed and he turned to look over at you, laughing.

“Well I kinda need them.”

“True, I always thought you were hot in the black jacket so I’m secretly hoping we have an abundance of cold or rainy races.” You pointed out.

He raised an eyebrow, “oh really?”

“Mhmm,” you looked at him as he stared back at you. “You’re really handsome you know.” You turned around to look at the watches in his watch box, hearing his footsteps behind you. You tensed up in anticipation as he got closer, he gently touched your shoulder as he moved your hair out of the way. 

Wrapping his arms around you, you almost immediately relaxed, “I’m very glad you think so.”

“Me too,” you whispered in response, smiling and breathing him in. 

His scent was hard to describe, it made you feel like you were wrapped up in a soft blanket. It had masculine undertones but it was almost like fabric softener with a hint of pine. ‘Whatever it was, it was like heaven,’ you thought to yourself, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You took the moment in as long as you could before he lifted you up and put you on the small island in the middle of his closet. Now eye to eye, you stared at him and he stared back, a small smile on his face. He stood there for a moment before going back to looking at his shirts, you watched as he lifted up a light grey one and walked back over to you. He slipped out the hanger and set it down on the marble next to your thigh. You watched him quietly, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed the hem of the shirt you wore.

“What do you think you’re doing mister?”

“Changing you into pajamas,” he had a mischievous look on his face as he spoke.

You crossed your arms, “oh, i see what you’re doing.”

“Well you don’t feel well, so I’m just trying to help you.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” you grabbed him by his nice dress shirt, pulling him closer so his torso was pressed up against the island and he stood in between your legs. You looked him in the eyes before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?” He almost laughed as you took your time with each button.

“Well I might as well help you too, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, it is only fair,” he nodded in agreement.

When you finished unbuttoning his shirt he pulled it off and you couldn’t help grin a little bit to yourself. People could call him an old man as much as they wanted but he was almost just as fit as your younger peers, well some of them.

“I stand by my previous statement, you’re hot.”

“Thought you said I was handsome?”

“You can be both,” you laughed, reaching out to mess up his hair.

He smiled and moved to grab the hem of your shirt again before looking up at you, you gave him a slight nod and he moved to pull it over your head. He looked at you like you were a goddess, you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. The second your lips met his you could feel his hands on your bare skin, moving to your back so he could unclasp your bra. 

You pulled away, grabbing his arms, “you know I feel different with you.”

He looked down at your bra he didn’t get to unclasp with defeat before looking back up at you, “do you? How so?”

You laughed softly at the look of defeat in his eyes as he moved his hands down to rub your thighs as you spoke, “I want to date you like how people used to date, I want to fall in love with you Toto, like crazily in love with you.”

“I feel the same,” he nodded in agreement.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “and I want to wait, for you know, the big stuff, for when we love each other if that’s okay.”

“I want whatever you want schatzi,” Toto smiled back at you.

“Even if that means you have to wait to unclip my bra?”

“Of course,” he smiled and leaned in to give you a soft kiss. When you pulled away you threw the shirt he had just taken off you over his head so you could undo your bra and throw on the shirt he gave you. 

The second he knew the shirt was on he took your shirt off of his head, looking at you, “schön (beautiful).” 

He smiled and lifted you up, carrying you into his room and laying you down on the bed before moving to the other side. He undid his jeans and slipped them off, leaving them on the floor for tomorrow and getting in bed next to you. As he slipped his arms around your waist and you basked in the secure feeling you wondered if this could truly be it for you.

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So yesterday at work if it could go wrong, it did. When I clocked in at noon, our ticket/sticker printers weren't working right. Tickets were going to the wrong printers, they were printing multiple times for the same drink, and it was just a mess. During this time, our ice machine was being replaced. We all thought it would be a simple out with the old in with the new. Nope! I don't know what they were doing installing the new one, but it took them literally all day. They were there from before I got there until after 7pm. In the meantime, during the sticker chaos, we almost ran out of ice. Our SSV went to the store to purchase more, but we had to be stingy with the ice. Every cold drink got light ice, and we didn't take orders for frappuccinos. Mobiles were turned off, shaken espressos were marked out. Basically anything done to help stretch the ice that we had. Speaking of the ice machine being replaced, we were unable to use our back room ALL DAY because the ice people were back there. No dishes got done. ALL DAY. The order couldn't be put away for hours. Etc. None of the pre-closing could get done. I started doing dishes at about 7:30, and it was a never-ending pile of dishes. Our dishwasher/sanitizer got turned off at some point during the day, and it takes a good 10 minutes to start up. So I filled up the three-part sink with my soapy water and sanitizer and started doing dishes the old fashioned way, which is much slower. I went as fast as I could, and once the sanitizer was warmed up, I started using that and continued to hand wash dishes, too. After an hour or more, I had had enough of dishes, so I switched with one of my coworkers. I continued cleaning and whatnot, then started mopping behind the bar. I then noticed that the Vertica (coffee maker) hadn't been broken down yet, something we do between 7:30-8. It's like 9+ at this point. So I stop mopping and start breaking down the Vertica. While I'm doing this, it shuts off. I turn it back on and have to start the opening procedure, which takes 10-15 minutes. I continue doing other things. Then I go back to the Vertica and start the closing procedures and taking it apart. I take some of the parts back to get washed, then go back to clean the machine. While I'm cleaning the machine, there's some commotion in the back. I look over and see water pouring from the ceiling. Not a drip, but a ton of water. It's raining out, thundering and lightning something fierce, and now its raining in the BOH. We can't continue dishes, because it's pouring out of the ceiling right above the sink. My SSV calls, then facetimes our SM. She tells us to basically wrap up what we were doing, put trash cans underneath the leak, and go home and text her to let her know when we all got home safely because the weather was so bad. While we were finishing up, the water became a freaking deluge, just coming down so heavily out of the ceiling.Thankfully once we had our things together and the bins were in place and we were getting ready to leave, the leak had eased up a bit. So anyway, we clocked out at 9:50 (instead of the usual 8:30) with the store in shambles. If the leak hadn't happened, we would have had at least another half hour's worth of work. I felt horrible leaving all of that for the openers, but there was nothing we could do. So yeah, that was my day yesterday! 🫠

[abyssal-ali]

Jasonette Crack (feat. Talia al Ghul)

~0.8k, everyone (Talia) is WilDlY OOC, you have been warned. Not beta'd (if anyone wants to beta or even just toss ideas around, let me know!) Please tell me what you think, and I'm open to constructive criticism as well.💜

Marinette groaned into Talia's bed.

Talia merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for the young woman to speak.

"Is something the matter, Marinette?"

Another groan, then Mari raised her head to look at Talia. "I want a boyfriend. Can you find me someone? If *you're* happy with him then he'll be great, and I won't have to worry about my family's disapproval."

Talia couldn't believe this was happening. Marinette was asking her to set her up with her OTP!

"I shall begin the search," she said neutrally.

Jason kicked off his boots and hung his jacket up, then collapsed onto the sofa.

"You need a girlfriend," said Talia from the shadowed chair she was sitting in.

Jason almost screamed. "T, you gave me a heart attack!"

"Be aware of your surroundings," she said unapologetically. "You need a girlfriend," she repeated.

"I have neither the time nor the patience to find someone everyone will like. You find me a girlfriend and I'll be happy."

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Two weeks later a kidnapped Jason and a kidnapped Marinette were stood in front of Talia, who spoke somewhat quicker than normal. "Marinette Genevieve Dupain-Cheng, do you take this man as your husband?"

"Yes-wait-what-"

Talia ignored her and turned to Jason.

"Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, do you take this woman as your wife?"

"T, what are you-"

"I now pronounce you man and wife!" she said cheerfully.

10 minutes later, once they freed themselves from their ropes, the new couple burst into her room.

"T, what did you do?! I didn't actually mean it!!"

"I just wanted a date! What was that?!" screeched Marinette.

They looked at each other, then back to Talia.

"You're perfect for each other, you know. I've shipped you two for years; this is a blessed day. I can die happy now. I was thrilled when you asked me to find you a partner."

"I didn't mean a husband!" "I didn't mean a wife!"

"You're welcome," she said, calmly sipping her tea. "I saved you the dating-- it's inevitable you get married."

They sputtered at her impeccable logic and left.

"I'm so sorry about Aunt Talia," said Marinette.

"Talia's your aunt?"

"Kinda. I'm 98% sure she mentally adopted me, though. My mom's her best friend and Aunt T's kind of my mentor? How do you know her?"

"She adopted me. And she's my dad's ex."

"Oh," Mari nodded. "You asked her to find you a date too?"

"Kinda, but I was joking and she knew it. I am so sorry about this."

"It's fine; I *literally* asked for it. I'm sorry for *you*."

"Don't worry about it. Obviously she thinks you're perfect if she married us."

"Same for you- wait, is she licensed?" Mari asked.

"Unfortunately."

"We didn't sign anything though."

"T forged our signatures. We're legally married," Jason pointed out.

"Right...well, I guess we'd better get to know each other. Hi, I'm Marinette, from Paris. Nice to meet you."

Jason shook her hand. "Hi, I'm Jason, from Gotham. Enchanté."

The couple talked for hours, finding out more about each other. There was definitely chemistry there.

Marinette decided to move to Gotham so she and Jason could get to know each other better. It wasn't like she had anything tying her to Paris and she *had* wanted to travel.

Talia smiled happily. Her plan worked (of course it did, she was a genius with a knack for matchmaking.)

Then Marinette took a taxi to 1007 Mountain Drive from her cozy little apartment just outside the Diamond District and gasped, prepared to beat up Jason instead of meeting his family. She was only wearing jeans, an "I died and all I got was this T-shirt" shirt, and a red leather jacket--hardly appropriate clothing for a *manor*!

Jason let her in at the gate and laughed at her T-shirt, then led her into the Manor.

"Don't worry, sweats are the norm around here. You look beautiful," he reassured her.

The couple were swarmed by curious Waynes ("who's your date?") until a feral child with a katana appeared and ran at Marinette.

She caught him in a hug and ruffled his hair.

"Hey kiddo, how are you?"

"You know Demon Spawn?" asked Tim, shocked.

"Of course, she is my honorary big sister," sniffed Damian.

Everyone agreed that Marinette was perfect, and perfect for Jason after just 5 minutes of acquaintance. It was the beginning of a lovely relationship.

[beardedmrbean]

Here's some interesting news for you : https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-69008577.amp

What's a bit chilling is that it happened literally ten minutes after I went through that exact toll booth on my way to work. It's not every day that your very tiny city of a thousand people makes international news, sucks that it had to be for something like this though.

Maybe if the fucking toll booths worked properly this wouldn't have happened

Two French prison officers have been killed in an ambush on a prison van near Rouen in Normandy.

Prisoner Mohamed Amra - known as "The Fly" - was being taken from court to a prison when a car rammed the prison van at a toll booth.

Gunmen then opened fire at prison officers, with two officers killed and two critically injured.

Several hundred police officers and gendarmes have been deployed to carry out a manhunt.

French President Emmanuel Macron wrote on X that "everything is being done to find the perpetrators".

Prosecutors identified the inmate who was freed as Mohamed Amra, born in 1994.

Amra was convicted of burglary on 10 May and had been indicted by prosecutors in Marseille for a kidnapping that led to a death.

Who is escaped French prisoner Mohamed Amra?

The 30-year-old inmate is said to have ties to a gang in the southern city of Marseille, which has been plagued by drug-related gang violence.

At the time of the ambush which led to his escape he was being transported back to jail in the town of Évreux after attending a morning court hearing in Rouen.

The ambush took place around 11:00 (09:00 GMT) near a toll booth on the A154 motorway.

The officers were shot with "heavy weapons" by the prisoner's accomplices, according to French Justice Minister Eric Dupond-Moretti.

The attackers escaped in a car which police believe they have now recovered, abandoned near the toll gate where the attack happened.

Roadblocks have been set up across north-west France, with police following up on every tip-off.

Speaking to the media following a crisis unit meeting, Mr Dupond-Moretti confirmed that two officers had died.

"One leaves behind a wife and two children who were meant to celebrate their 21st birthday in two days. The other leaves a wife who is five months pregnant," he said.

"Everything - and I mean everything - will be put in place to find the perpetrators of this vile crime," Mr Dupond-Moretti said, adding that the perpetrators were "people for whom life has no value".

They would be found and punished "in a way that is proportionate to the crime", he said. ____________________

>punished "in a way that is proportionate to the crime"

y'all don't have capital punishment, so not sure what that would be at this point, I do hope they get them though

[mi-rae07]

Kim Hongjoong : Tear Me Apart

Pairing : Kim Hong-Joong (Ateez) and named character (Yoon He-Ran)

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A/n : Okay so basically this has high levels of angst, and one of the characters tries to kill themselves as well, so please be aware of that. 

Tons of medical inaccuracy in here (literally written by a surgeon’s daughter, ironic), but once again, the setting was necessary. Let’s just say I got inspired by the drama “The Glory”

Song recc : The Whisper Of Forest by Suran

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He-ran bowed to her colleagues as she walked towards her office, adjusting her doctor's coat properly. She took a sip of her coffee and was about to enter her room when she heard a voice behind her

??? : doctor yoon?

Heran turned around, coming face to face with Kim Hongjoong, the only son of the owner of the hospital she worked in, and her bestfriend since 10.

Heran : aigoo, hongjoong-ah, why do you keep calling me that.

Hongjoong chuckled and said

Hongjoong : because I like it, why else. I saw you try your hardest to become a doctor and now you are, I'd prefer to call you this sometimes.

Heran smiled and asked

Heran : no surgeries for you today?

Hongjoong : I do have one, within 15 minutes. You?

Heran : none, I'm just going to visit my mother soon.

Her mother had been admitted to the hospital 3 years ago, due to a car accident that had killed her father and put her mother into a coma. She still hadn't woken up.

Hongjoong : alright then, I'll talk to you later, hmm?

Heran nodded as hongjoong gave her a small hug before walking away, making heran smile as she entered her office and shut the door behind her.

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Heran smiled at the patient as he got up and left after a consultation with Heran. She sighed and leaned against her chair, her eyes falling to the picture of hongjoong and her that was kept in a frame on top of her desk. It was her favorite picture of the both of them, and it had been the only thing keeping her sane all this while. She had always wondered whether hongjoong only saw her as a bestfriend, because she had seen him as something more than that ever since she was 13. but she had never told that to hongjoong, because one day he would learn who she really is and he'd hate her. She wouldn't be able to handle that if she had told him she loved him as well, and hence she just lived with her feelings.

Heran looked up as the door opened, revealing hongjoong with two banana milk containers in his hand. Heran chuckled as hongjoong smiled and said, skipping towards her desk

Hongjoong : doctor yoon, your bestfriend has bought you your favourite banana milk.

Heran took the bottle from hongjoong and took a sip before saying

Heran : doesn't my bestfriend have a surgery?

Hongjoong let out a breath and plopped down on the chair before saying

Hongjoong : I'm on a break, the other doctors are doing some work right now. It'd take 10 more minutes so I can rest for a while.

Heran : hmm.

Hongjoong looked at the photo frame on heran's desk, a small smile playing on his lips as he asked

Hongjoong : seriously? You still haven't taken this off?

Heran : why would I? It means quite a lot to me.

Hongjoong : it was just another day at the amusement park, heran-ah.

Heran smiled and nodded as she said

Heran : for you, that was it. But for me? It was the only day I was truly ever happy.

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Hongjoong bowed at the doctors and nurses as the surgery finished, them bowing back as well with a smile. Hongjoong motioned to one of the doctors, his friend, to follow him outside as he walked towards the washing area. Hongjoong removed the gloves and opened the tap, washing his hand as he said to Hwan

Hongjoong : Hwan-ah, that patient there, make sure he's monitored 24/7, properly.

Hwan : you don't think the surgery was successful, hongjoong-shi?

Hongjoong shook his head, applying soap into his hands. Hwan sighed and said

Hwan : you're always like this, the statistics-

Hongjoong : the statistics can be wrong, Hwan. This is a person's life we're dealing with, it's important.

Hwan nodded as hongjoong sighed and rubbed his palms together, trying to remove all the blood that had gotten on him. Hwan leaned against the wall with a folded arms and asked sheepishly

Hwan : so, doctor yoon and you?

Hongjoong rolled his eyes and said

Hongjoong : you still haven't let it go, have you?

Hwan : come on, the only son of a Chaebol family and a neurosurgeon working in their owned hospital? It's a total k-drama.

Hongjoong chuckled and wiped his hands before saying

Hongjoong : except she doesn't love me.

Hwan : you haven't asked.

Hongjoong : yeah no, I already know the answer. Take care of yourself, hwan-ah.

Hongjoong tapped his friend's shoulder and walked away, wishing to find heran. Hwan sighed and whispered under his breath

Hwan : aish, how stupid is that man.

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Heran walked towards her mother's room as the sound of her heels clicking resonated around the empty hallway, her hands tucked in the pockets of her coat. She had rented this entire hospital floor for her mother, paying the bills on a monthly basis. It was expensive, but then again, she was a neurosurgeon.

Heran's face was blank as she opened the door to her mother's room and stepped inside, the sound of machines beeping reaching her ears. Heran walked towards her mother and smiled, asking in the most pitiful voice as she could, knowing her mother could hear her

Heran : have you been well, eomma? It must hurt a lot, right?

Heran chuckled, leaning closer to her mom as she whispered against her ears

Heran : I'm going to make it hurt a thousand times worse for you.

Heran giggled and walked towards the screen next to her mom's bed, checking the stats with glowing eyes

Kidneys : 20%

Heart : 90%

Lungs : 40%

Stomach : 35%

Brain : 85%

Liver : 50%

All of these vital organs except the brain and heart, had been above 90%. But that was three years ago, not anymore. Not when heran had been slowly injecting fluids into her mother's body on a monthly basis, slowly and painfully killing her. She was a surgeon, after all, and she had access to all sorts of medicines and she was rich enough to afford all of them, even pay for her mother's bills while also being the reason of her slow death.

She had wanted to make it painful for her mother, hence why she hadn't touched the brain and heart. The doctors hadn't realized someone was slowly poisoning her either, the degradation was that slow and careful. After all, heran had dedicated her whole life into this.

Heran smiled and walked up to her mother, taking out a syringe with the fluid already in it and brought it to the IV, injecting the fluid into it. Heran looked back at the screen, seeing the lung capacity slowly lower. Heran chuckled and turned to face her mother once again, running her hand along her mother's gray hair as she whispered

Heran : suffer like I did, eomma. I'll visit you soon, love you.

Heran threw the syringe away and turned to face the door, coming to a pause as she realized that someone had seen everything that she done.

Heran : h-hongjoong.

Hongjoong was staring at her mother, his eyes teary and red as his hands trembled. Heran felt fear grip her body for the first time since years, she wasn't ready to face this. Hongjoong was the only person she had. Heran shook her head, stepping closer as she whispered

Heran : joong.

Hongjoong looked at heran with eyes that tore her hear apart, a shaky breath falling from his lips as he whispered shakily

Hongjoong : tell me I'm…te-tell me I'm seeing things.

Heran pressed her lips together as she said

Heran : please just…just listen to me. Hongjoong, I swear-

Hongjoong : no, stop.

Heran was about to hold hongjoong's hand when he shook his head and ran away, betrayal and pain gripping his body. Heran cursed under her breath and ran after hongjoong, following him until he stopped in the hospital garden, panting breathlessly. He felt like his body was going to collapse, and he was sure it would if he ran any further.

Heran stopped right in front of hongjoong, desperation lacing her tone as she said breathlessly

Heran : hongjoong! Hongjoong, please, just let me…let me explain-

Hongjoong : explain why you were trying to kill your own mother?

Heran paused, her breathing heavy. Hongjoong's teary eyes stared right at hers as he asked

Hongjoong : is this…is this why she's been in a coma for 3 whole years? Because her own daughter was slowly poisoning her?

Heran : hongjoong.

Hongjoong : TELL ME!

Heran let out a breath, knowing there was no way out of this. Hongjoong deserved to know the truth, and although he was going to hate her for it, she couldn't avoid it any longer.

Heran : I became a doctor, in order for this to happen. I worked all those years in a foreign country, studying until I couldn't see straight anymore, in order to work in the same hospital my mother would get admitted into, and slowly kill her as she felt every single ounce of the pain she had once inflicted on me.

Hongjoong stared at heran with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face at her words. Heran smiled blankly and whispered

Heran : and yes, I caused that car accident too. I hired someone to do it, and now that someone is gone from this country so there's nothing you can do to her. And I have no links with the accident whatsoever.

Hongjoong : you're…you're a murderer.

Heran : no, I am a victim. A victim of parental abuse, rape and abandonment.

Hongjoong flinched, a small gasp leaving his lips as realization dawned upon him. The reason she always covered her body, the reason she never let anyone inside her house or even see it…

Heran : do you know why I always wear long clothes that cover my entire body?

Heran harshly pulled up her shirt cuffs, causing it to tear as her skin became visible to hongjoong. A sob tore off his chest as he stared at the burn marks in her skin, the sign of someone crushing a cigarette against her skin and the signs of someone having whipped her in the same spot multiples times.

Heran : these marks, they were left there by the same people who gave birth to me. The same people who were supposed to love me, the same people who were supposed to protect me!

Hongjoong : h-heran.

Heran : that's why I'm killing her, that's why she's been in pain for the past 3 years, not being able to live, not being able to die. It's for those 17 years of pain she inflicted on me, FOR BEING THE REASON I NEVER HAD A CHILDHOOD!

Hongjoong sobbed, covering his face with his hands as heran chuckled and said

Heran : aren't you going to report me to the police? Do it. Stop crying and do it, right now.

He wouldn't dare, even if he wanted to, he couldn't. all hongjoong wanted to do now was fall at her feet and cry his heart out for everything that he had never been able to protect her from. He was her childhood friend and he never, not once, ever thought of this.

Hongjoong walked up to heran, wrapping his arms around her as he cried into her shoulders

Hongjoong : I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm so sorry heran-ah.

Heran : why are you sorry?

Hongjoong : I'M SORRY FOR NEVER KNOWING. FOR…for…for not being there for you when I should have. And I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this alone, I'm so sorry.

Heran pressed her lips together, trying not to cry as she whispered

Heran : let go of me, hongjoong.

She hated pity, she despised it. And she didn't deserve to be with him anymore. Hongjoong shook his head, still crying as he whispered through his sobs

Hongjoong : no.

Heran : hongjoong-

Hongjoong : no no no NO, please. Please let me help, please.

Heran : there's nothing to help anymore, hongjoong, it's all already done and gone.

Hongjoong : no it's not, you can still live again.

Heran : these scars-

Hongjoong : I don’t care! All I know is you…you can't leave, not when you've gone through so much.

Heran just stood still, not moving and not knowing what to say. Hongjoong cried and said

Hongjoong : don't abandon me, heran-ah. Don't leave me, I love you.

Heran froze, her heart stopping at those words. Those three words that she had never wanted to hear from him, the three words that healed her broken heart and then shattered it apart into pieces again. She felt physical pain run through her body as she said

Heran : stop.

Hongjoong : I love you.

Heran : stop saying that!

Hongjoong : I love you.

Heran screamed and pushed hongjoong away from her harshly, making him lose balance and stumble as he fell on the ground. Hongjoong looked up at heran with teary eyes as she let out a breath and ran away, tears running down her face. All she wanted to do now, was die.

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Heran ran to the wash basin in her kitchen, throwing up as soon as she bent her head. She felt tears drip down her cheeks as she sobbed, feeling everything she had eaten before get thrown out of her body harshly. Her hands clutched her stomach, her head spinning and light. She finally gagged one last time before washing her mouth with trembling hands. Of course she did, her mother had always hit her when she didn't wash her hands after doing every little thing, it was why her hands were still so torn and rough. Because she kept aggressively rubbing it until blood dripped down along with the water.

Heran sobbed and slid down the wall next to the wash basin, her wet hands coming up to grasp her hair as she screamed in pain and sorrow. What had the world done to her? She was only a little girl who wanted love from her parents, but instead she was abused and thrown away like trash. And then she had gotten hongjoong, the only shining star in her life and now…now she could never go back to him.

Why? Because he was gold and glory, he was too good to be true, he had a heart of diamonds and there wasn't anything about him that wasn't pure. He grew up in richness and warmth, and love. He grew up with everything and grew up to have everything. While her? She was black and filth, she was anything but pure. Hell, she couldn't even smile without having to practice it in front of the mirror every day. She would destroy hongjoong's life, and she couldn't bear the thought of being the cause of his pain. If she…if she left now, he'd live to be happy and have a good life. Let her rot from here, let her die, let her starve, she didn't care. But she couldn't let anything happen to hongjoong.

But…she loved him, she loved hongjoong. Why was it that she could never have anything she wanted, why was it that she never…she never got anything she wanted? Was her life that cursed?

Heran cried harder as thoughts filled her mind, thoughts, memories, her dreams, everything crashed into her mind all at once, making her feel like she was exploding. Heran wailed in pain, her screams falling into nothingness as flashbacks of her mom hitting her, her dad pushing her onto the bed and them beating her up played through her mind.

Heran clenched her hands, the tip of her nails digging into her skin as blood pooled in the area. But it didn't help, even the physical pain didn't help. All she could do now? Was die.

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Hongjoong looked at the woman lying on the bed in front of him, her grey hair spread out in the pillow as the machines beeped continuously, monitoring her heart beat. Hongjoong scoffed at the thought of that. Heart beat? Heart? What heart did this woman have, the same woman who hurt her daughter, the same woman who let her child get raped and abused?

Hongjoong clenched his hands, the pain in the cut that was caused by heran pushing him away, not bothering him because what was this small cut, when compared to whatever she had gone through?

Hongjoong looked at the mother of the woman he loved, feeling the utmost desire to just take that oxygen mask off of her, to let her die for whatever she had done to heran.

But he couldn't, because it wasn't his job to do. This was heran's mother, and whatever that happened to her, had to be done by heran, not him.

Hongjoong let out a shaky breath and wiped his tears, not wanting to look at the monster in front of him for a second longer. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He turned to face his mother, who looked at him and exclaimed

Mrs kim : hongjoong-ah! Where have you been, I've been trying to find you.

Hongjoong : oh uh, why? What's wrong?

His mother paused, looking at hongjoong's state as worry filled her eyes.

Mrs kim : hongjoong, have you been crying?

Hongjoong looked at his mother, feeling thankful for having gotten someone like her, someone who he could always run to, someone who would always love him and take care of him, constantly worried about him. The love she had given him when he was young was, after all, what made him into who he was today. Hongjoong hugged his mom tight, making her smile and wrap her arms around him as he whispered

Hongjoong : no, I haven't been crying.

Mrs kim : is this because doctor yoon left?

Hongjoong froze, his eyes widening as he pulled back and asked his mother

Hongjoong : what?

Mrs kim : it's what I came to tell you, son, Yoon He-ran has resigned, effective today morning.

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Hongjoong drove his car towards heran's house, cursing at how far away it was from him. He had always wondered why she lived inside a whole forest, but now, now he knew. The one thing he didn't know was her door lock, but he would find out, somehow. Whatever it took to hold her in his arms. Hongjoong drove faster, breaking past a thousand traffic rules and regulations as fear slowly gripped him.

What if she did something to herself? He had seen the look in her eyes before, and if anything happened to her…

Hongjoong : fucking hell.

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Heran closed her eyes as she rested her head against the wall of her living room, the floor-to-ceiling window being transparent allowing her to see the snow patter against it's surface. She had been in this position since yesterday night, not even bothering to turn on the lights or change her clothes.

She had been contemplating everything since this morning when she sent in her resignation letter. She knew what she had done, ruined her revenge, ruined her relationship with hongjoong and his parents, and thrown away her job, leaving her with no income. Not that it mattered to her anyway. She wouldn't be able to see her mother any longer, but then again, her mother was almost close enough to death. 2 more months, max, and then she'd be gone whether or not heran did anything to her system.

So now that that was done, what was her point in this world? She knew she couldn't lead a normal life any longer and she didn't want to live a life that wasn't normal. So there was only one thing left, die.

It was almost 3pm now, the time she was born. It would be nice if she died at the same time too, wouldn't it?

Heran walked up to her kitchen counter, picking up her sleeping pills. She would usually just have one pills or so before she went to sleep at night, but now? She'd need a minimum of ten pills to guarantee her eternal sleep. Heran opened the container with shaky hands and dropped 12 pills onto her hands, filling a glass with water. She was about to put the pills into her mouth when she heard the sound of a car engine, her brows furrowing. She looked through the one way glass window as she saw a Porsche pull right in front of her door. Hongjoong stepped out of it, his breathing heavy as he ran towards the front door.

Heran let out a shaky breath and kept her glass aside, moving closer towards her living room in order to see what hongjoong was doing. She looked at the pills in her hand, knowing it was now or never.

Hongjoong didn't know her password, and he would never guess the lock either. It would take him time and if she ate these now, she'd surely be able to do what she had intended to do. But she didn't know why, but the small sobs that hongjoong let out as he tried different number combinations, each of it failing, made heran pause as she realized…

What if…what if she was hurting him as well by all this.

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Hongjoong tried entering a different number combination to open the door to heran's house, tears falling down his eyes as he desperately tried knocking on the door as well. He knew heran was on the other side, he didn't know how, but he knew she was there. He banged on the door harder than before, pathetically crying out as he said

Hongjoong : open the door for me, please heran-ah, please.

Heran just shut her eyes tight, the grip on her pills tightening as her mind ran through everything that would happen once she was gone. Hongjoong hit his fists against the wooden door, his knuckles now turning red from the amount of times he had tried doing so. The scratches in his palm from last night didn't help with the pain either but hongjoong could care less about anything except heran.

Hongjoong : pl-please I swear, I'll do anything. Please just open the door for me, please let me in. please, god!

Hongjoong sobbed harder as he felt no movement from the inside of the house, his entire body freezing from the cold. He let out a shaky breath and brought his hands to the lock, typing in the last thing he could think of, 1998.

Hongjoong let out a gasp as the door opened, making heran flinch as her eyes widened. She hadn't expected hongjoong to guess the lock so quickly, and now it was too late to eat the pills without him seeing it.

Hongjoong swung open the wooden door and entered her house hastily, his eyes widening at the sight of heran in front of him.

Hongjoong : heran-ah. What…what are you doing?

Heran pressed her lips together, her hand with the pills in it held tight behind her back now. Hongjoong's wide eyes stared at her as he whispered, now knowing what she was trying to do

Hongjoong : are those…were you-heran. Were you going to…kill yourself?

Tears fell from heran's eyes as she whispered shakily

Heran : I am going to.

Hongjoong's face fell, his heart breaking apart as fear gripped his body. Hongjoong stepped forward while saying

Hongjoong : no-

Heran stepped back and said, her voice stern

Heran : step closer and I will swallow these.

Hongjoong sobbed in fear and pain, lowering himself to the ground as he practically begged her

Hongjoong : please, please no. don’t do this.

Heran : go away, hongjoong.

Hongjoong cried harder, his tears now staining the marble floor as he said

Hongjoong : come back to me. Please just come back to me, I can't see you gone.

Heran still wasn't convinced, her eyes looking at hongjoong who was kneeling on the floor, looking up at her with desperate eyes. He shook his head, his entire face red and covered in tears and sweat

Hongjoong : why can't you understand, heran! I can't see you dead, I don't want to live in a world without you in it, it's… please.

Heran paused, realizing that her thought was right after all. Hongjoong wanted her alive, he wanted her with him.

Heran : hongjoong.

Hongjoong : you're tearing me apart, yoon he-ran.

Tears fell from her eyes, her hand dropping the pills onto the floor as it clattered against the surface. Hongjoong sobbed in relief, his arms covering his head as he tried to stop his body from shaking. And only then, did she see the cuts and scratches on hongjoong's palm, his knees seeming to be bruised. That was because of her, because she hurt him the night before. And even then he came back for her, as he always had. Heran sniffed, her face contorting in pain as she tried not to break down

Heran : I'm sorry.

Hongjoong stood up from where he was sitting, mumbling a no as he crashed into heran's arms, his hand placing heran's head against his chest as he wrapped the other arm around her. Heran felt her walls slowly shattering as she said

Heran : I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for being this way, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble-

Hongjoong : don't you fucking dare, heran. None of this, is your fault. You're perfect to me just the way you are and I only need you by my side.

Heran cried into his chest, her shaky arms wrapping itself around hongjoong's waist. Hongjoong kissed the side of heran's head with teary eyes and whispered softly

Hongjoong : you're going to be fine, I won't let anything happen to you from now.

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5 years later :

Heran was sitting in the sofa in her living room, going through the files of one of her patients as the sound of rain pattering against her glass walls brought her a sense of comfort. Her other sense of comfort, was probably in their room, sleeping his off day away. She should have too, but then again, she had always been a sort of workaholic.

She was wearing a sleeveless shirt now, her scars completely visible to her. But she was in peace with them, and she almost even found them beautiful. Because hongjoong had, because he had always told her she looked prettier with those scars on and it only showed how much of a strong woman she was.

And with time and loads of love, heran had finally come to peace with her past, and her mother who had died 4 years ago.

Heran looked up as she smiled at hongjoong skipping down the stairs to reach the living room, a small pout playing on his lips. There he was, sulky again. Hongjoong came up to her and snatched the file away from her before throwing it to the coffee table, placing his head on her lap instead as he snuggled closer towards her. Heran giggled and brought her hands to his hair, playing with it as hongjoong said

Hongjoong : focus on me now.

Heran : mhmm, and what were we doing last night?

Hongjoong : focusing on me.

Heran : and today morning?

Hongjoong : focusing on me.

Heran : and-

Hongjoong : focusing on me.

Heran giggled and leaned towards hongjoong, kissing his nose as it scrunched automatically. Heran smiled and whispered

Heran : such a baby, joong.

Hongjoong : come on! It's raining, raining means cuddling, not working.

Heran : I am a neurosurgeon, joong.

Hongjoong : and I am too, along with basically owning an entire hospital chain. But I'm still here anyway.

Heran smiled and leaned back against the sofa, looking out into the forest that surrounded her house

Heran : you are.

Hongjoong : sweetheart?

Heran looked at hongjoong and asked with a smile

Heran : yes, joongie?

Hongjoong stared at his girlfriend, thinking how on earth someone could look so beautiful and perfect. How someone could face so much, and still give so much to the people she loved.

Hongjoong : I love you.

Heran chuckled and said

Heran : I love you most.

Hongjoong sat up from her lap, placing his hand on her cheek as he kissed her, deep and passionate. Heran wrapped her arm around hongjoong's neck as he stood up and picked her up without breaking the kiss, making heran pull back with a yelp and laugh. Hongjoong walked up to their room with heran in his arms as he said

Hongjoong : let's focus on you now.

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[dreamlandforever]

@writersmonth Prompt: Day 12 - Lemonade

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 700

AO3

XII. Lemonade | Lemonade Stand

When Stiles agreed to allow Eli to open a lemonade stand for the summer, he really should have expected he would be doing all the work. But call him an optimistic, he really hadn’t. So here he was, at midday, the sun at it’s highest point, squeezing lemon after lemon while Eli directed him with the mixing spoon and Isaac and Scott waited patiently for their glasses. 

He shot a murderous glance at his best friend, who simply ignored it in favor of asking Eli what goes into the lemonade. Eli was listing off everything he has ever eaten to him, while Scott simply nodded like it made sense, when Stiles felt Derek’s presence. He turned around and found him walking over to them, a big bag of ice in his left hand, and a handheld electric fan in the other. Just when he thought he couldn’t be more in love.

“How are my boys doing?” Derek asked, sitting down to help Eli get the ice cubes into the jar they had set out for the stand. Halfway through the task, Eli discovered that ice does, indeed, melt, and was trying to hold the ice in his hand as long as possible to watch it melt. He only lasted a few seconds before he made either Isaac or Derek hold it while he watched, cheering happily. 

“That’s what happens when you leave something cold in the sun, Eli. The same happens to ice cream. It melts.” Stiles explained softly, while he tried his best to avoid the lemon juice that was trying to get into his eyes. He had started trying to teach Eli more words, even if the boy couldn’t exactly pronounce them yet.

“Medt.” Eli tried to reply, now used to his father’s new way of teaching him words. 

“Melt.” Stiles corrected, holding an ice cube out for his son to see. 

“Medt!” Eli repeated, cheering at the melting ice cube. 

“You know, if he just wanted to see ice melt, why did we set up an entire lemonade stand?” Stiles asked, trying his best not to laugh.

“Stiles. He literally said ‘Father, can I sell lemonade’ in that alien language only you understand, and you had as all building this thing. The blame is on you, love.” Derek said simply, taking over for his husband squeezing lemons. 

“Daddy!” Eli called from whatever he was doing with Isaac and Scott. Derek immediately gave him his full attention.

“Yes, pup?” 

“Why sald?” Eli asked, pointing at the bag of sugar Isaac was holding.

“I told him it’s sugar! He got angry and called it salt.” Isaac explained.

At Derek’s utterly confused face, Stiles let out a deep breath. Eli might not be biologically his, but that boy was his son through and through. 

“Don’t worry, man, I’ve got this one.” Scott said, sitting down on the floor to go on a long talk on the differences on salt and sugar. Stiles was certain he and a kid Scott had gotten over one of those at some time.

“I wouldn’t have our lives any other way.” Stiles whispered, only loud enough for Derek to hear. 

“Neither would I.” Derek agreed, pulling on his husband hand until they were both kneeling next to each other, working on squeezing lemons so Scott and Isaac could finish mixing the lemonade. 

By the end of the day, Eli sold a total of three glasses of lemonade to Scott, Isaac and Malia. Stiles sold 45 to the rest of the pack, until he made sure no more lemonade was left. He and Derek then took little Eli to buy a toy with the gran total of 48 dollars he now had. Stiles laughed all the way home while Derek brooded when Eli chose a monkey plushie, which he quickly proclaimed was his favorite animal. 

“Daddy!” Eli called from the backseat.

“Yes, pup?” Derek asked for the millionth time in their 10 minute ride home.

“I dove monpeys!” Eli exclaimed, making his monkey plushie dance.

“Aren’t monkeys just great?” Stiles asked between laughs. “Any other way.” He whispered back to Derek.

“I could have my son’s favorite animal be a wolf.” Derek mumbled back.

“Well, wolves are my favorite.” Stiles answered immediately, holding Derek’s hand that was closest to him. Derek intertwined their fingers, and brought it up to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it. 

“I’ll take that, Mischief.” 

Stiles blushed at the old nickname. 

“Any other way.” Derek agreed, still holding his hand. 

[foster-the-world]

Bumpire no more

For months baby boy been saying he wants to be a bumpire (aka: vampire) for Halloween. Today when I said Bumpire (because why would I ever correct him) he said "NO VAMPIRE." Aw, my babies getting big. I'm going to miss his sweet little kid voice so much.

We met with a development ped today. The agency made the appt so it was a not particularly well regarded hospital by our house. Mostly low income patients. Long line when we arrived. Three out of three of the patients in front of me had the kids interpreting for the parents. The 11 year old came into get her vaccines but they said because she hadn't visit their office in 2+ years she needed a physical first. They didn't have an appt until Oct 3rd. The receptionist tried to tell the Dad to find an appt somewhere else but I don't think he was understanding. He took the Oct 3rd appt. I am now very worried this child is not going to go to school until Oct 3rd :( The child wrote down the date and time of the appt in their own calendar app. So many kids have so much responsibility. So difficult for everyone.

Our own appointment left me depressed. It was his nap time so he was not behaving. Not that he would have anyway. Places where you are supposed to sit quietly are not his strong suit. I told the Dr about his hyperactivity. She was new and/or a resident??? After five minutes she went to tell the more senior Dr everything I told her. This Dr came in and was asking all of the autism screener questions. She didn't seem to believe my answers. I don't mind if he has autism -in fact it opens up a ton of services that a SPD diagnosis on its own won't get him. And perhaps I'm wrong and he does but is not typically persenting. Certainly there is a ton I don't know about autism. But his behavior does not match the screener questions. He tried to turn off the lights a few times. She tried to turn that into "repetitive behavior". The only repetitive thing he does is ignore whatever you tell him not to do. She verified ADHD was likely. She said he's "self-directed' which I believe means doesn't listen to anyone. True. She said she wants him in speech after he didn't respond much to two or three quick questions. Again, in this instance I believe his problem is not feeling the need to respond/perform/listen. He understands everything. There were three new adults in a tiny room (there was another student shadowing). He speaks in long sentences all of the time. They were asking about three word sentences - he's been doing that for literally years. He speaks in 8/9/10 words sentences regularly through out the day at home. The other Dr even piped in to say she heard him talking in longer sentences to me. But if they will send a speech person to the school I don't mind. He does stutter on occasion and I don't know about his articulation. I understand him just fine but that doesn't mean everyone can. She mentioned something about maybe needing a smaller special ed school. I hate when people brush off my concerns about him AND I hate when people validate them. Can't win either way with me. I know I'm extra sensitive about him. Also, skeptical how she would know after three or four minutes. On the other hand I was there because I'm super concerned with how he's going to do in a 3K program. He just doesn't listen or sit still the way other kids his age do. I guess will find out next week.

A smaller special ed school would be fine if that's what he needs. I'll have a little mourning time about what we planned for him. We love the girls school and wanted all of our kids in the same place with the same lovely community. Anyway, not much point thinking about it. Will see what comes. He does fine at daycare. If 3K doesn't work for him he can go back there until we figure out a perfect spot for him.