#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

[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

[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

[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.

[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.

[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

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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.

[monkeymeghan]

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! 🫠

[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.

[itsthenerdwonder]

Okay, before we end the PJO tv show, I’m gonna watch the shitty movie. I’ve reread the book, chapter by chapter, before each episode to compare it for myself. But let’s watch the movie to compare to the show AND book cuz why the eff not?

And since Percy is played by a 21 year old, I will also be drinking during this movie cuz BLEH!

20th Century Fox…you sure did last longer than 1999. For better and worse. And now Disney owns you and you’re nothing but a memory…a little more booze will fix that.

Chris Columbus, because everyone loved the first 2 Harry Potter movies. Well, they loved how good of adaptations they were as well as the Dumbledore actor.

Giant Poseidon rises out of the water…struggling to walk through water like he’s a human. AND A HUMAN SEES HIM AND HE’S JUST LIKE “sup” LIKE….THAT HAD BETTER BE A RANDOM TSUNAMI HE’S FUCKING SEEING! AND THEN POSEIDON JUST WATER MORPHS INTO A REGULAR GUY?! WHY ARE YOU NOW A REGULAR GUY?! WHY NOT JUST START AS A REGULAR GUY? Why be massive at all? Just, why?

You know, Sean Bean probably wishes he DID die in this movie so he’d never have to reprise. But, only the main 4 actually reprised so, you know, whatever. The franchise flopped enough to count as a death.

EXPSITION! TALKING! WALKING! BORING!

Also, this implies that Luke LITERALLY JUST TOOK IT! Like, days/hours ago and Zeus is already like “guess imma just kill a kid and cause WWIII in 2 weeks.” Like, Zeus has no chill, but he’s king of the gods for a reason. Those shits are PETTY! And do ALL KINDS of stuff that could’ve resulted in dozens of power plays/wars/other shitty things happen to the gods or mortals, but they didn’t cuz Zeus…actually knows how to rule. He just doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants. That’s a separate issue.

Such intense. Very dramatique standing. Much wow.

Honestly, even though this is a weird opening, it is a very good opening. Percy just…chilling in his element. Like, yeah, 7 minutes for a high schooler to just hold his breath is bad cuz 6 minutes and you start losing brain cells and teenagers don’t have cells to lose cuz they lost half of them to puberty and spend the next 10-15 years wrestling them back from their hormones and self-worth issues. But still, it’s a nice score after that intensely nothing scene, very calm and soothing, makes the “who could Percy’s dad” question feel very stupid but the movie isn’t trying to make you think, so you can just…be for that underwater scene. It’s nice. But unfortunately we don’t drown and the movie keeps going.

Although, with Rick adding that Percy does have a fear of drowning in later books, that does make this scene…terrifying. Is Percy trying to drown himself?

“It’s like high school without the musical” so…high school. Also, hey, an appropriately 2008 reference cuz these books can’t stop making references. Seriously, Rick, you can stop making references that date the books. You do a yearly reference per book but sometimes it’s multiple books per year. THAT’S NOT HOW DATES WORK.

Mrs. Dodds is teaching English cuz…Shakespeare is harder than high school trig? But it does give us a decent look at Greek letters superimposing over the early modern English as the letters move and rearrange and…this is the second nice thing I’ve said. SHIT! SAY SOMETHING DISPARAGING!

“I think this dyslexia thing is getting worse.” That’s…not how dyslexia works. “Idk, maybe it’s the ADHD.” This movie is dumb. Phew, I said something disparaging.

Percy sassing his mom makes me hate him rather than making me think they have a close relationship and he loves his mom and would literally kill for her.

Ah, the first sexual thing to happen on screen. And this is the only one to not make me mad cuz it’s Gabe being the worst.

“Show some respect. That’s my mom right there.” No, that’s his wife right there. Show him some of you leaving so he can continue to be a mortal pig stinking up the place and making you safe from monsters. God this Gabe is the worst, he’s fucking perfect.

Oh right, and the gods are telepathic too. Cuz…why? That’s never established in ANY myth or book. “I haven’t seen him since he was a baby” yeah, but apparently you guys have one-way phone calls where you give cryptic advice every other Tuesday.

AND THEY GET GREEK MYTH WRONG! “The Big Three overthrew Kronus.” *Pulls out 3 mythology books, 10 mythology websites and the fucking book.* Now, we’re not leaving until you learn these gods’ dam myths or you are carried away by Thanatos trying.

Mrs. Dodds honestly looks like such a creeper in this scene. Looking like she’s trying to sniff his hair. Ick.

Pierce Brosnan is a brilliant actor. He uses the wheelchair like a fucking pro, but then he keeps propping himself up at an odd angle away from the back like it’s uncomfortable to sit in. Which, would make sense given he’s got a whole other half folded up behind him.

It’s so interesting how the Furies keep getting wings in modern media. Like, classical depictions have them as just really really pissed off ladies. And that’s no lady. That’s a demon.

Logan was clearly thinking the CGI would grab his arms to lift him instead of underneath his arms, so he just looks really stiff cuz the CGI artists messed up.

“I should be on medication.” Well yes but actually no.

Also, how was the show’s lack of a fight scene better than this…almost fight? Pathetic attack and subsequent scolding? At least she died in the show, unlike here.

“Only use it in times of severe distress.” That line…makes no sense…cuz…like…he’s camp activities director for a bunch of demigods he’s training to fight to the death…WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN’T WANT THIS KID WHO’S IN IMMEDIATE DANGER TO USE A WEAPON?!

“This is a pen. This is a pen!” Well…at least some of this movie is fun/funny/almost enjoyable.

Movie!Percy is an ableist jackass who thinks crutches constitute helplessness. Book!Percy would beat Movie!Percy up for even SUGGESTING Grover couldn’t handle himself, much less kick someone’s ass. He’s seen Grover in the cafeteria line.

“Like I said, I’m your protector.” And suddenly, Eddie and the guys think Grover’s gay for Percy

“He was forced to leave.” I…the tide comes and goes. And so does Poseidon. He’s here, then he’s gone. But he’ll return again. Constant change. How is that so hard to write?

“Leaving you was probably the most difficult thing he ever did.” Okay, I know you’re not Show!Sally, but lady, Imma need you to do your research about your ex. Okay?

“Sally watch out!” For what? The cow didn’t enter the screen until the car was already turning to avoid it.

And this is why you wear a seat belt. All of you should’ve gone flying through that windshield cuz none of you were wearing seat belts.

I’m going to need Grover to never say “Come on” again. Please. For the love of Apollo.

I hate that invisible wall.

You know, it’s supposed to be raining. Which is why Percy does not insta-die. Cuz water. Instead, this kid is just the best at being a matador/sword fighting cuz Gary Stu.

“No. No. No. No. No. No.” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GIVE IT UP FOR THE WORST LINE DELIVERY IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN MOVIE! “I’d like to thank my mom, for dying. My teen angst, for not giving a shit for her dying. That math test I was supposed to take today I definitely didn’t study for that I was thinking about the same time as remembering my mom just died. None of you were important to me. And I’ll keep on not caring for the rest of this movie. Good night!”

This is the tiniest Camp Half-Blood ever…and the musical just had a small black box to work with. Sword combat training right next to archers firing at everything leaving the infirmary and both working to put you back in immediately after getting healed?

“I’m a loser. I have dyslexia. ADHD.” Look. 2010 was a different time. But like…did the writers KNOW what those were? That they’re unfortunately not an uncommon disability in America. For one or the other (usually not both, but most people don’t hear about half-bloods unless they make the news for blowing up Mount St. Helens. Again)

Look at Clarise kicking ass, even though she should have her hair up. “That’s Annabeth.” Oh, right. Every time.

Instant connection. Cuz…teenagers be horny I guess. Not like we can actually build up the relationship or anything. NOOOOO. Gotta be horny at first sight.

Pierce Brosnan is a terrible actor with how he’s holding his arms like he Naruto running, but they’re fists so it just looks stiff and awkward.

“A real horse’s ass.” I still don’t understand that joke. Not that one. The one in Aladdin where he says “a horse with two rear ends” but…RIGHT! Gotta focus on the worse movie.

All daughters of Aphrodite are sorority girls with Elle Woods’ body and libido without the Elle Woods brains. Remember when this story was supposed to be for 12-year-olds.

And there’s no question who his dad is cuz Poseidon just came to camp one day and decided to be a carpenter and carved “PεΓ<ψ ωiιι βε HεΓε” right above the door

You know…the CGI on Chiron’s horse half looks pretty good.

“This stuff is so heavy!” That’s light leather! What are you talking about. I can show you several 12-year-olds wearing full metal breastplates, pauldrons and helmets carrying metal shields too (which also looks cheap, but still) that would laugh at how you think THAT is heavy.

Grover’s so upbeat here at camp…which is…interesting…

Camp Leader? Leader? I…what the fuck is happening. Why is Luke…more in charge than Chiron? And Mr. D comes next movie…DID MR. D TAKE LUKE’S JOB?!

Idk…maybe it’s just the Michael lingering in poor Adam Winchester, but…he just RADIATES evil, you know?

“That’s a sword. That’s a sword.” No shit.

But, you know, even with the shaky cam, the fight choreography is pretty good.

“My mother is goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. You know what that means?” You’re an inflated windbag who exposits a lot? Like, didn’t we already establish that 2 scenes ago? Yet, I almost needed it cuz I forgot she was Annabeth again and was like “Hey Clarisse” cuz she looks like how I picture Clarrise (who’s a blonde) and fighting against Percy and being a bitch and…yeah

Cuz she wouldn’t know to not leave a son of Poseidon anywhere near water? Like, even not knowing that it’d heal him, with admittedly decent effects, he’s already claimed and so she’d KNOW that maybe, just maybe, he’s a water boy. That and/or he’s probably pretty good on horseback.

And now the fight choreography sucks. I’m bored. Mostly by the 1-v-1 instead of war between many like we were doing. Like…they would be doing.

Grover isn’t hungry all the time here. He’s horny all the time. I hate it.

“I’m not going to grow a fish tail or gills am I?” Listen, I’d much rather be watching Thirteenth Year. Shut up.

“I have very strong feelings for you. I just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.” So…you think he’s hot, but a jerk. So…make it negative cuz…yeah, this Percy is a prick and I don’t want to be his friend. Where’s Book or Show!Percy. I miss them.

AND HADES IS SATAN BECAUSE EVERYONE SAW DISNEY’S HERCULES AS WELL AS FUCKING CHRISTIANS AND THEIR HATRED OF DEATH! I HATE THIS! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FOR DISPARAGING THE LORD OF THE DEAD LIKE THIS!

I’m also going to need Grover to stop saying “I’m your protector.” It’s almost as repetitive as “Come on,” but not quite. Not yet.

Luke playing video games is somehow the biggest change from the book. Not Annabeth eating Clarisse’s character. Not Mrs. Dodds teaching Shakespeare. Not that everyone knows Percy’s heritage and thus we cut out the “gods are deadbeats” theme from the books…nope. It’s the fact that this Ancient Greek summer camp has fucking electricity.

“My dad’s a jerk, I’ve never met him.” You know, if it was ONLY book 1, I could forgive this. Knowing several books had come out and May Castellian’s story was able to be known…OOPS! Kinda forgot to read ahead to make sure everything lines up, huh?

I broke into a god’s house and stole stuff (I’m obviously not the Lightning Theif even though I’ve already stolen from the gods) like this book that’s still covered in dust which doesn’t make sense logically.

Shoe flies into the screen for all the 3D movie watchers out there. Honestly, I miss when 3D did gimmicks like that.

Persephone fucking around is not her character. Other than possibly Hades (and, that’s from Ovid, a Roman, who put in a line about her agency rather than the original Greek tale) she’s a virgin goddess. She’s called Kore, The Maiden, before she’s Persephone. Like…what’s with all the sex stuff and tying NONE OF IT TO ZEUS!?

Look, the 3 pearls given by Poseiden being made the 3 stopping points could’ve…not sucked, except, the first few books are very much adventures. Like Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Or any of the Lord of the Rings. We start at Point A and we’re going to Point B and crazy things happen on the way to make it interesting. Those things are just super dangerous cuz it’s an adventure inspired by The Oddessy rather than a Road Trip movie where those things are comedy based.

Map will only show 1 pearl at a time, so how does Luke know how many there are? He could be lying. Also this is why Mrs. Dodds needed to teach you Math, so you could do 1+1+1 DOES NOT EQUAL 4 PEOPLE STUPID!

Also, to get the map to show you the next one, just say I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good.

And Luke gives them a shield that takes 5 seconds to fully open which isn’t helpful because we saw none of the kids using shields so they probably would suck with them instead of knowing how to use it in a fight/forget it has a timer and they die by being impaled before the shield can fully open.

47 minutes in and we’re JUST NOW getting to the quest. And YET! It felt like we were running through the first 10 chapters.

Honestly, don’t totally hate the Highway to Hell song because it’s super on the nose.

*Grover sees rats* “That’s nasty.” YOU’RE A SATYR! YOU WOULD PROBABLY BE HAPPIER TO SEE NATURE DOING IT’S THING THAN EATING A TIN CAN! Probably…tin cans are also very delicious.

Annabeth is also a thief, stealing from Aunty Em like that.

The woman’s overacting is…why?

Grover should’ve been stabbed with how Percy was holding that thing.

Uma’s decision to rub her hands together to project her evil instead of just…holding herself with the confidence of a villainess was certainly a decision.

Huh, even the movie doing the “Medusa was a pretty woman” story…and even reference that she hates his dad instead of having a sweet spot like in the book…

What, is she just that persuasive? I think her snakes are venomous, so, like, she could do that instead of just…standing there saying “look me in the eye when you know I’m fucking Medusa.”

Percy with the iPod is…regrettably iconic.

Uma running is…regrettably memorable cuz it’s that bad rather than the iPod.

If Annabeth was able to get out with the arm broken off, she should’ve been able to get out with the arm attached, but I guess we can make Grover actually helpful.

“I don’t have the lightning bolt!” Except, since we cut Ares giving it to them in Colorado and put it in the damn shield…YES YOU DO!

Why is Medusa hitting on, supposedly, a teenager! Medusa is a ephebophile and needs to die for that much more than killing a woman who screamed too much.

That truck should be destroyed to hell and Percy should be dead.

No black man is giving up the hoodie under the jacket. That’s not happening.

Medusa is also bisexual if they found the pearl on her wrist like that so she could leave Persephone’s Garden whenever she wanted/needed.

Yay. Everyone hates country music.

I’m glad they have money for a 2 bed motel.

Wow. I’m so glad Percy can heal others with water like he’s frickin Katara.

“It’s a recent thing that Zeus said Fuck Them Kids. Like, 15 years recent.” Yeah, that’s not…that’s not why the gods are deadbeats.

Grover, not so loud. You wanna tell the entire motel ppl that we’re here?

Everyone remembered this scene from the movie and the tourist in the book and decided that’s why the show was bad in waiting until St Louis, like in the book, to say Percy was a fugitive of the law. Instead of, just…a troubled kid with a dead mom.

“That’s what I’m talking about, Gabe always running his mouth.” You met Gabe for 2 seconds at the apartment. You are talking about nothing. Gabe is always nothing with you. You know nothing. Shut up.

Boy, I’m so glad they slept so they could drive again instead of sleeping in the car, being awake at the motel, and driving all night to be awake in the day. Ugh.

The Athena Parthenos is not allowed to be there cuz we gotta find it in HoO. That’s also not how it looks in Nashville so, like, that’s gotta be the real Parthenos.

People check the bathrooms and would’ve escorted you out.

Annabeth is a racist who goes to kill the black guy first.

SINCE WHEN DOES SHE HAVE A CROSSBOW?! Since how does she know how to use a crossbow? Since why does she have a crossbow?

Surprised they’re not making a sex joke about groping Athena’s tits or something.

But…why would the hydra want a bolt of lightning? It wouldn’t even be able to use it.

Also, everyone’s seen Disney’s Hercules, and Winter Soldier is coming out in a few years. Grover also should’ve known that that was bad.

AND NOW SHE HAS A BOW AND FULL QUIVER OF ARROWS!

That’s a lot of water for a single water fountain.

Boy. I’m so glad they’re carrying Medusa’s head around instead of sending it to Olympus to get their parents to say “we see you, sweeties! We hate it, but we see you!”

And again, Grover saves the day and Annabeth only makes it worse.

“Several Continents” …you named 2, so it would be over those two continents. Also…how big is it? Is it as big as a mountain range? EQUAL to Europe and straddling the two continents?! ALL OF EUROPE AND ASIA?! Cause, honestly, it’d be weird, but a stormfront covering half of Europe/part of Asia at the same time wouldn’t be impossible. Storms be big. Europe be small.

I will say, points for the show to make it a real casino instead of an amusement park like in the book, cuz…that’s not really how casinos work. Like, they can have a really great secondary, non-casino part, but…a theme park like here in the movie and focusing on the arcade and making it massive like the book is…weird.

I’m gonna need Grover to be a little less horny.

That’s a lot of people for three teens. Instead of it being enticing, it’s forcing. Which…is not how the Lotus Eaters work.

The kids have never done drugs before cuz even the ones that make you happy don’t make you THAT kind of happy.

Honestly, still a great part of the movie, with Grover tearing it up. Get it, Goat Boy.

Percy, stop getting high. This is not part of the drugs, I swear. Percy. I AM YOUR FATHER, wait, Disney doesn’t own both properties yet.

Honestly, I’m expecting the lotus servers to ring security with how insistent they are. Like, damn.

Grover was about to have an orgy, cuz like, ugh!

“I can drive from Vegas to LA in 3 to 4 hours.” NOT WHEN YOU HIT TRAFFIC BITCH! And you will.

The sky doesn’t look like a massive storm cloud, it looks like really bad pollution.

Is Annabeth allowed to do anything? She didn’t read the sign. She didn’t help in Medusa. She BARELY DID ANYTHING in Nashville (not that she did much other than have a personality in St. Louis.) She was the same level of helpful in the Lotus Casino. Annabeth, why are you HERE?!

Grover, why are you asking Percy what anything about Greek Myth is? Again, Annabeth is the smart one!

Percy just gonna casually stab Charon and think he’s going anywhere? This is the Land of the Dead, boy! He cannot die! If he does, it just means a bigger back up in the waiting room.

I love that Death plays Charon. He’s such a good actor.

“We’re in a recession!” When are we not? Fucking American economy.

You know what, the Underworld green screen actually looks impressive. It’s well done.

“All lives end in suffering and tragedy.” This is not Hell. This is Hades. So where are the Fields of Asphodel? Where’s Elysium? It’s more than just the Fields of Torment! Tartarus is UNDER Hades. That’s not all Hades is.

Probably a super cute puppy! Nope, just 2 Hellhounds. But Mrs. O’Leary is so nice!

Persephone trying to hit on Grover is…I’m so done. Why Grover’s new personality gotta be horn dog?

I actually don’t hate Hades looking like an aging rocker look. It’s weird, but it’s at least a look. Unlike Zeus and Poseidon in the first scene with 0 style.

WHY IS PERSEPHONE SO HORNY FOR GOAT?!

“I was banished here by Zeus and Poseidon.” No, just Zeus. And you didn’t hate it. I mean, you hate it cuz it’s constant work, but you do a good job and would hate ruling the sea or sky.

Hades asking the real questions here.

Why is Hades backing out of the deal? Didn’t they see Disney’s Hercules?

“The only time I look forward to is my allotted time away from this hellhole.” You mean summer? Like, right now? Cuz you supposed to be top side, honey.

“Guys, it’s gotta be me, cuz I’m your protector…and also gonna bone a goddess.” I don’t hate him as Grover. I hate the writers for Grover.

How does Sally know where the entrance is, but still can’t get through? Also, another woman running up behind Percy or Annabeth shouting her lines annoyingly. Yay.

Wow, you’re really just gonna say that, huh.

“I was planning on giving the bolt to Hades the whole time.” Cuz fuck Kronos who we DID ESTABLISH VERY EARLY IN THE MOVIE!

This should be a much more intense fight between Annabeth and Luke knowing their history. But…it’s more of a Clarisse vs Luke fight cuz it’s weirdly choreographed and no dialogue to suggest they know each other.

“Why do you want a war with the gods?” Cuz fuck ‘em. “Control.” I…♪Everybody wants to rule the world♪ BUT LIKE! HE’S ALREADY APPARENTLY CAMP LEADER! HE’S ALREADY GOT CONTROL! WHAT WOULD BECOMING A GOD DO????

MISS! MISS! MISS! COME ON IT’S ULTIMATE POWER AND YOU MISSED 3X IN A ROW! MISS! HOW CAN YOU MISS? HE IS 3 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!

Percy still should not be flying, but we need the battle to be more epic cuz Percy vs Ares isn’t cool enough and a sudden reveal is too subtle and intense. This final battle misses so many marks.

HE IS FLYING THROUGH A METAL BUILDING AND HE MISSED COMPLETELY! Luke is a terrible shot and just sucks. But apparently can throw a dagger at high speeds at a moving target, so he can aim, he just sucks when plot needs them to.

And there’s the movie poster.

And Luke should’ve been electrocuted, drowned, and died. He should not be alive. But then that would imply Percy is okay with killing people. Cuz Medusa clearly doesn’t count.

And another invisible wall. If she shouldn’t have been able to get to out, she honestly shouldn’t have been able to get on the elevator in the first place.

Look at Hogwarts, I mean, Olympus.

Party City called, they want $50 per costume.

“I have no connection to Poseidon.” I…clearly you do cuz you trusted him enough to help you get out of the Lotus Casino.

This Hermes looks like a loser and deserves Luke’s hate. Nathan Fillion Hermes is Nathan Fillion and still deserves Luke’s hate.

Zeus does not have power to bring back someone from the Underworld. That is not his jurisdiction! The gods can have overlap, 2 gods of war stuff kinda deal, but not fully take control of something that is their domain. Ares has fire eyes, but he cannot control the fire of the hearth. Hephestus and Apollo both make things, but the sun and the fire of a forge are NOT THE SAME!

AND THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER! THAT IMMORTALS CAN BECOME MORTAL JUST BY LOVING TOO MUCH?! LIKE?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Tiny baby horns means First Class Protector…that’s not how horns work! Zeus cannot grant a satyr the ability to grow the thing that he’s supposed to grown naturally and say it’s a promotion.

I’m so glad you left the camp where I’m training people to hopefully not die because I clearly don’t care about your safety.

Can Annabeth PLEASE fight with her hair up. “But it makes her look cool and effeminate.” It also means she won’t be able to se when it flies in her face. Like there. And there. And just know.“I kicked him out” she said. And yet, she just keeps the fridge with Medusa’s head and sees no problem with that? Had no plans on killing him with it, just decided that was going to be a better roommate than Gabe? I mean, I guess this Medusa knows how to go down on a woman, but her head is kinda limp and gross.

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SPOILERS AHEAD!!

LISTEN, did I stalk your page yesterday for the update even though I’m on the taglist? And did I immediately read the chapter because, like I’ve been telling you, my body is ready? Did I read the whole thing and absolutely needed to take a minute that ended up turning into the rest of the night because I was reeling? Yes. All of the above. I literally had to sleep on it and then go about my whole day thinking about it nonstop. The vice grip that this story and the last two chapters have had on me…. I just… no words. But also let’s get into the nitty gritty because I’ve spent the last 24 hours thinking about it and read it TWO MORE TIMES before sending this ask.

Here we gooooo…

The soft playlist and burning candle and mood lighting, how he undressed us on the sofa while smirking and teasing, how he TOOK A SHOWER afterwards, “come at my place again”, Joe fucking off into the bathroom right after again, the wrestling and giggling on the bed, how he showed up unexpectedly, the hovering, “Come on, I’m starving”…

You’d never sat on someone’s face before, and when you reached to turn the lights off, Joe said, “No. Leave ‘em on.” and seemed genuinely excited for what was about to happen. It was the first time you thought maybe you really were doing him a favour, instead of the other way around…Joe curled arms around your legs and held on tightly as he worked his tongue in all sensitive spots he knew to find.

But Joe was relentless, and your breathy pleas probably didn’t even reach his ears, what with your legs in the way and all. Joe held onto your thighs with newfound strength and continued with more frevour than before. Had you arching your back and slapping your own hands over your mouth to shut you up.

ALSO, the grabbing of tits mid face sitting, us cleaning off his face and him lightly touching our skin and the way he stared up at us with those damn eyes and how he almost whispered something in our ear (this was so cute and adorable I couldn’t handle it), how he straight up undressed and crawled into our bed and demanded that we crawl in too…

And Joe would’ve let it go. Would’ve just said, okay good, and, don’t worry I’m not that sleepy. But then a sticky tear left your other eye that traveled over the bridge of your nose. It was impossible to miss, and Joe didn’t even give you time to try to wipe it away, to excuse it, to make something up on the spot of why it was even there, because he started scooching. Closer to the middle of the bed. And then an arm reached over and placed itself on your back and pulled you in, made you scooch until your face met that crease of fabric in the middle of Joe’s chest and a large palm around the back of your head kept it there.

AND the way he stroked our scalp/hair, the snuggling and sleeping all night like that, SLOWLY EATING US OUT UNDER THE COVERS WHILE HOLDING OUR HANDS AND ENCOURAGING US TO PUSH HIS HEAD DEEPER AND THEN KISSED OUR FOREHEAD (SCREAMING), Joe cooking a roast dinner for us, the goddamn hovering, “Why can’t you say it?”, kissing our jaw and neck, “Hmh? Just say it, say you won,”…

You swallowed thickly when you felt Joe move back a little. Blinked open unfocussed eyes and fuck, you were going to need a minute.

“Say it,”

Joe tilted his head down, let your foreheads meet and this was more than it had been all week. More intimate. More romantic. More of what you’d actually wanted. Joe always got so close, but Joe never kissed you.

“Say it for me,”

AND THEN when he grinned after we admitted we won, the slow and soft kissing and biting our lip, the crashing and colliding and Joe smiling into our mouth and guiding us to his bedroom and finally:

“Don’t worry,” Joe panted and used an elbow to open his bedroom door. “I won too.”

girl. GIRL. this is BEYOND. it’s transcendent, it’s electric, it’s perfect. I swear, this story SENT me. Like, I don’t think you realize how absolutely incredible this story is. I know you only do 5 or 10 parters, but I could read many more chapters of this story. I can’t get enough. I told you my body was ready and you fucking delivered. I am well and truly ☠️

THANK YOU ❤️

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