#like if i went back then to that time I would have demanded full refunds

[nezumasa]

Or like other poor service like announcing hiatus/critical events on your social media. You’re running a business if you regularly take commissions, not a social club!

[fuck-customers]

had my first actual karen at work yesterday (i say actual because she was a regular asshat customer until she asked for a manager)

there is a laundry list of shit she complained about/asked for but of the most annoying are:

she asked to have a plate comped because we went a little bit over the estimated wait time (which we emphasize at the order window that it isnt exact and offer much faster plates if they arent prepared to wait for our signature)

when we told her we couldnt do that she asked for a free, filled out stamp card (which could be used for a free plate at a later date, so the exact same thing)

when we told her we couldnt do that she asked for a full fucking refund. which. mind you her family had already gotten and eaten their plates. what the fuck. bitch if we can't give you a partial refund why the fuck do you think you should ask for a full refund after you already consumed the damn food

after yelling at our new hire, i asked my head cook to step in because our new hire couldnt handle this karen alone (and i was in the middle of cooking something else) my head cook talked to the lady, explained we couldnt give the things she was asking for, and started to get pissed off because this lady wouldnt stop

so i jump in, have the same conversation and then this lady asks for my manager. she asked if "that lady" (i.e. my head cook) was my manager. we are a family owned business in a food truck. there are no fucking managers. i told the karen we had no managers on site and she asks "well is she higher than you" and i repeated that we dont have managers and we went back and forth like this for a couple rounds before she says "you arent answering my question. is she higher up than you" WHICH. NORMALLY I WOULD GET BUT BITCH YOU'RE DOING THE SAME THING BY IGNORING WHAT THREE DIFFERENT PEOPLE TOLD YOU ABOUT THE COMP PLATE AND JUST REPEATING YOUR QUESTION

i eventually say that she's the head cook, but no managers and the karen demands to speak to her (which. remember, she had already talked to her)

we end up offering her one of our small sides no charge because people like her just want something to feel like theyve won

she doesnt accept nor decline it so im trying to figure out what the fuck is going on

finally she says that her family is already leaving so can we give it to them next time they come

what

the

fuck

we arent that kind of business. i tell her this is all i can do and she can either take it now or i cant give her anything

she says fine she'll take it now and i ask her very sweetly if she wants it in a to go container then get it for her and get her the fuck away

then because i had to deal with her i am now behind on my tickets and so is my head cook

fuck you, karen

Posted by admin Rodney

[cryptid-killjoy]

Frank and Delta's Ball

Feral was open.

Invite Only. Sure. But it unprecedented that Feral let people in that didn't live there. This was first since Feral became... well... Feral.

Delta Castle was decked out. She finally decided I have a ballroom. I'm going to fucking used it and have a god damn ball. Why the fuck not?

People were busy. Friends were vacationing. It was spooky season. Voodooists had feast after feast and celebrations no one could keep up with. Witches, alchemists, magic users of all kinds knew the veil was thin and were in high demand. Busy bees all from necromancers to fortune tellers, mediums, to paranormal investigators. Still, even the Laveaus knew how special the invite was. They were going to take the time to come to Delta's home. Her home. Not just feral. What a thought really. The very idea she was allowing people to bring plus ones was really something else. Though Valerie suspected if anything went wrong Delta would have the last laugh considering at that point whoever fucked with her at that point could never leave. So it was a pretty trusting giving situation all things considering.

Valerie was dressed like a daughter of October, her hair all flouncy She didn't have many chances to truly wear big extravagant dresses aside from the theater, but it really depended on the show. Most everyone would come in through Figaro's bus except Valerie and Thomas. They'd be the only one's who didn't. They'd get a personal escort from Tree. He'd show up for them and give them a ride in his branches up the mountainside to the castle, an Ent-Walk if you will, the VIP service. The best part would be Valerie noticing Tree had a bow tie on down around his lower trunk. He dressed for the occasion.

"Looking handsome, my friend. Looking good. I missed you."

Going through the doors of the castle everyone would be given a gift bag with party favors. There'd be a keychain inside that said Stay Feral. It was starting to be Delta's little catch phrase when she showed face on tv or podcasts. She didn't do a lot of PR as she wasn't much into that sort of thing, but it did happen. She and Frank did go out sometimes and they'd get approached.

The place would be packed too. Valerie hadn't expected it to be quite so populated considering what she heard of Feral, but Delta invited a large amount of fae from the other realm. They all came in from the hidden tree door in her childhood bedroom. The portal had always been there and it was getting more use now than ever before. She was slowly getting to know her homeland even when she wasn't there just by Diablo's shared mind with Maleficent. Then when she did make visits the puzzle pieces would mold together so much faster. She could learn at advanced speeds.

By the time anyone from the outside got there the fae were dancing and it would look like a full party. Where was the music coming from? That's what Delta wanted to know.

The DJ booth was empty. How long could it play on it's own? She should have known better than to hire a cat. Where the Hell was that cat now? At the buffet again. Of course. Right next Zero. "Cheshire. What are you doing?"

Chess pointed at Zero. "He wanted a bone. So I had to eat until I found the right one to throw to him. He's very patient. A very good dog."

There was a whole plate full of eaten meat with just the bones left piled up high at least a foot on it next to him. She glared at the plate.

"These are soup bones. Not throwing bones."

"Mhm. That's nonsense."

"I know. I can't believe there's not been one good throwing bone in all this buffet yet. You should really talk to the chef and get a refund."

"I. Am. The. Chef." Delta said through gritted teeth.

"I see. My. My. Well, now we know why Daddy went out of business, don't we?"

"Get back in the booth, CHESS!"

"Touchy. Touchy." Then she really just laughed as she disappeared into curls and swirled herself back into the DJ booth.

Delta looked at the plate and there was Zero staring at her. Delta rolled her eyes and threw them all right at him. Bones scattered all over the floor. At least Chess was good for rave effects all wrapped up in a furball. But, she really did need her to stay at the booth, at least until after the dance with her girls. She needed her to be ready in case she signaled because there wasn't a set time for it. She was going to wait till everyone was ready. Plus, no one in weird costumes or big dresses was dancing in that shit. They had to do a quick change up for it first. She needed the DJ to pay attention. After she could slack.

Funny enough Zero wasn't the "dog" there. Willem had brought Slippery with them so there was a real dog that was pretty happy about that pile of thrown ribs.

Then in the most random thought Delta tilted inspired by the bones. She walked up to the DJ booth and requested, "Bone Thrower by Revolution Smile." It was exactly ball room music, but this was her ball. What did people expect? Knowing the lyrics by heart as outsiders started to pour in it almost felt fitting. It wasn't an ode to the outsiders she invited. But, it sure was an ode to the outside world right now. Fuck everyone but the people she allowed here. Her weird ass quirky misfits and monsters, even the annoying ones like Chess.

The rocker in Valerie's heart walked in during this with Thomas smiling, like fuck yeah. The lights were all over the place. This place was kick ass. She didn't even know Chess was going to be here. Her smile widened when she noticed her at the DJ booth. "Look love. It's Chess."

Then there was Bas and Maddy. They lived right downstairs and would arrive right after their vacay just in time. So, they didn't have far to get here. All they had to do was come up their lighted steps.

Bastien would have taken some of the good stuff tonight and the lights were tripping him out. Everything was messing with his senses and he was lost in a world of his own and that included the bass and his wife's skin and perfume in the middle of the dance floor.

For those than can see he gargoyles they'd be all three be sitting on their rears in chairs with their arms over the ledges glasses on, or half cocked and crooked on their heads giving people nods and peace signs who walked by. Even his voices were high.

Then there's going to be Kuzco. The man has no shame. Ball? Were they supposed to get dressed up? Shrugs. All he knew was there was music and costumes allowed. This guy never wore anything normal. He shows up in ALF costume, but not just any Alf costume. It was a plastic horrid 80's kid's costume with the wretched masks that cut your face and no one could ever breathe in.

He managed to get a hold of the largest size possible, but it still didn't fit him even though he was a pretty small guy. Almost but no cigar. So he cut the legs and wore it like a poncho over his clothes. He'd say, "Here kitty kitty to Chess" way too many times all night since Alf liked to eat cats and not in the sexy way.

Willem and Nutmeg were in a circle of fae dressed as fauns comparing their fake horns to people with real horns having loads of fun with it. Everyone was hamming it up loving sharing the concept with each other. Imitation was flattery. They did feel flattered.

While all this was going on Figaro was getting a round of passengers to haul up. Koda and Elsa being in the round coming up. Koda invited his uncle to come along but he passed on the situation this time. Maybe next time if Delta let people in again. If this went well who knew? Dale and Scout were also in this batch and if GoGo was accepted an invitation to come with Scout she would too. The triplets and the Savanne kids were being babysat by Caim's people this time. Jules had a bunch of kids despite the exterior lack of responsibility. Tray assured them no he could handle it. If the halfling could handle a coven of vampires, and survive Hell as half human, he could handle a few pups and a couple zombies. They were going to be alright with Unkie Jules and Tray. Scout was a little disappointed her buddy Tray wouldn't be with her this round, but he insisted she go since Feral was going to be full of all her old friends. She needed this.

Babyface, Black Arts, Ellie, and Nebby on this ride in too. The bus was getting pretty stoked to go on up to the castle. Dale couldn't sit down with his Barbie Box on so he put it in the seat next to him. So, he'd be sitting there with his hair nice and gelled and his crop top on when he noticed Ellie and Babyface loading the bus and talking to whoever they were with. He assumed that was the fam he kept talking about but his brain didn't go that far yet too excited with, "ELLIE!" He stood up and went running down the aisle.

First hug.

Second smile.

"God damn. Fuck you for staying away so long. Fuck you both."

Scout waved from behind him a seat over.

"He means that in the most loving way possible."

[delicatefury]

I’m pissed. I am so pissed right now. (Super long, very personal rant below)

I’m an attorney. A lawyer. My job is to advise my clients to the best of my ability of what legal options they have and which acts may be in their best interest. That’s why one of the other names for my job is counselor.

It is not to get more clients. It is not to file more bankruptcies. My job, my ethical obligation, is to provide my professional expertise to clients in relation to pursuing a bankruptcy.

Which means sometimes my ethical duty is to advise clients that filing a bankruptcy is the worse option for their situation and other steps would serve them better to reach their goals.

So when a client who makes less than the median income (which is fairly low, especially with inflation) comes in owning their house in full (meaning lots of value in the house to pay off debts), it is my job, my ethical obligation, to warn her that filing bankruptcy will mean she has to pay every single cent of her debts back. That she will be handing over almost half of her pay every month to the bankruptcy court to pay back her creditors. Or else the bankruptcy trustee has the right to sell her house.

And after discussing her situation with the senior attorney, turns out that it’s actually a better option for her to take out a small home equity loan and negotiate for lower debt payoffs for her credit cards and personal loans. It’s a lower interest rate, she gets a lot more leeway before her house is at risk, it’s quicker, and it will preserve her credit score. In every conceivable way it’s a better option for her.

So I call her to discuss that there are other options for her before I sink hours into preparing her case.

This woman freaks the fuck out. She’s convinced the loan will lead to her losing her house. She demands to know why I would even suggest it. She implies I have no clue what I’m doing and am just trying to take advantage (which is… no? I’m telling you that you’d be better off not using our services). I try to calm her down and ask for a few days to put together the numbers to show her what her options will look like. She agrees to a phone call in two days.

Two days later, she sends me a basic email saying she no longer wants to go forward with the bankruptcy. Silly me thinks that means she’s given thought and realized that a 3.5-5% small loan and negotiating payoffs is better than 5 years at 8-18% interest plus attorney fees.

Wrong! She also emails one of the partners and writes a nasty message about me and how “incompetent” I am! Because I suggested a home equity loan! Because I did my ethical duty! And I found this out because I went to add a note to her file about giving her a refund and found a note from the partner about her complaints about me.

And I do not trust the partners to take my side. I did the right thing. I took the right actions. I know I did. And the Senior attorney will back me up! We literally just had a discussion that legal ethics requires that at times we have to advise clients not to file bankruptcy, even if that means we lose their business.

But I cannot believe that the partners will stand behind my actions. I can’t. Not after the last year. Too many times have they assured me that they have my back only to throw me under the bus the moment they actually have to prove it.

A client is rude and combative to me and my paralegal? Makes me deeply uncomfortable and keeps on insisting on coming into the office so he can attempt to railroad me by physical intimidation into doing what he wants instead of the actual correct legal actions? Partners says he understands and that he’s okay if we turn this client away. Then he calls the client, tells them I’m also on the line, and immediately rolls over because the asshole isn’t rude to him. And I have another month of near constant harassment and arguments and passive aggressive insults.

A client gives off creepy vibes? Again insists on coming into the office for every little thing? Has a criminal record for domestic issues and an active criminal case open against him for pedophilia? Oh well. He paid a lot up front so guess I have no choice but to keep representing him. For the next 5 years.

Client starts being threatening and aggressive to our paralegal before we even meet with him? Demands to be seen and threatens to come into our office even though we are booked all afternoon? Gives the former criminal prosecutor senior attorney bad vibes before she’s even seen him? Meet with him anyway! Oh he just lost his job because he threatened his HR? Has been arrested for domestic violence? Just attempted to physically intimidate his now former boss and had the cops called him? That’s fine! We have security concerns? Oh well, they’ll think about it during the partners meeting next month.

I’d like to take the time to learn how to do post filing work or how to file bankruptcies in the neighboring district that I actually live in? Tough. More front end work for a court that’s literally on the other side of the state! And if that doesn’t keep me occupied, they’ll send me front end stuff from the other side of the country!

So I really don’t trust that when I tell them I was doing my ethical obligation and making my client aware that there are better options that they will take my word over hers. I can’t. They’ve shown me that’s not how they think. It’s being a business first, with being a law practice a distant second, and mentoring new attorneys a far away third. Caring for our staff is barely a blip on the horizon for them.

But I know I did the right thing. And if that client wants to go to another firm and pay most of her paycheck to the trustee every month, fine by me. And if they try to lecture me about how I “handled it poorly” and should have just filed it without saying anything, I can’t guarantee I won’t just walk out.

I’ve got contract work. I’ve been approached by headhunters. One literally emailed me this morning. I like this work, but for once I’m not scared to walk away.

[choimari-achoochu]

When he misses your birthday>>>

a/n : this was just a random drabble and for the love of God do I tell you I had trouble deciding who would this be for to the point I had to change the names twice 😭😞 but anyway, I'm sorry for being inactive so PLEASE HAVE THIS AS I STILL STRUGGLE WITH THE SUNGHOON I'M TRYING TO WRITE. It will be a full fic so I'm really working on it 🥲

Tags : Sunghoon x reader, angst, cursing

You knew Sunghoon was a busy person, he likes keeping himself occupied at all times and being productive. That's what you loved about your boyfriend. You just never knew it was to such an extent where asking 1 day from him was so difficult to achieve. Especially because it your birthday. You were exactly the type of person to celebrate your own birthday, but ever since bring with him you loved to spend each and every day with him special or not.

"Sunghoon. Love, do you have anything going on at work on Friday next week?" You ask timidly.

"No, not really. Why?" He responds without looking up from his laptop to return your gaze.

"Nothing. I just wanted to spend that day with you and it's been a while since we've gone on a date, right? Why don't we go on a date?" You respond as you're grinning from ear-to-ear at the thought being able to spend your birthday with your boyfriend as he's been too busy to spend some time with you. You understood how demanding his job seemed to be because you also have really late and long shifts at the hospital you work at as an intern.

"That's fine but why is there a specific day?" He piqued, finding it suspicious how your date had to be on Friday and couldn't be any other day.

"Well, that's the day I asked for a day off for." You lied. Well, you didn't technically lie. You did ask for a day off because it was birthday.

"All right, fine." He sighed and shifted his attention back to his work as he continues typing on his computer. While you went to sleep with a grin.

Friday came and you're met with all sorts of disappointments. You've had everything ready from movie tickets you bought, the tickets to the amusement park you bought, the photoshoot you had booked at a photobooth, up to the dinner at your favorite restaurant you had booked a reservation for.

You woke up with your boyfriend's side of the bed empty and cold. You thought he had just gotten up early and went downstairs, so you got up and took a shower immediately. When you got downstairs, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. You opened your phone and there were no messages from him telling you about where he went so you decided to ask for yourself.

You : Good morning, love! Woke up without you here. Where are you right now?

Sunghoon♡ : Something urgent happened at work. I'll be back as soon as we settle this.

You : oh... Alright! I'll wait for you:)

There was no more messages after the one he sent as he had left you on read. You decided to get dressed be ready to go out as you wait for him to arrive. Though, it was way longer than you thought it would last. The time allotted for the movies you had bought tickets to had passed. You sighed and grabbed your car keys to drive yourself to your next planned place for your date with you boyfriend.

"Absolute bullshit." You muttered under your breath, the photobooth you booked had to cancel and refund your money as their machine had broken down and would take about 2 days to finish. You sighed for the nth time this day, calming yourself as you went back inside your car and decided to call the restaurant for you adjust the time a bit earlier than booked.

"Hello, you have reached our restaurant's staff. This is Haruna, what may I do for you?" The lady at the other line chirped after answering the call.

"Hello, uhm, I'm calling to adjust the time of my reservation about an hour earlier. Is that possible?" You spoke in a calm manner, even though you were almost about to break down inside your car while still being at the parking lot.

"Well we do have a fully booked day but may I know the name and time of the reservation, please?" The lady responded.

"It's L/N Y/N for 6 p.m." You nervously answered, not wanting your day to be even worse than it already is.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." The receptionist's stated with a cheery tone.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Your name doesn't seem to be on the list for today's reservees." Her vocied dropped seeming to match your disappointed face as soon as you heard her words.

"What do you mean? I booked the reservation three days ago. How come my name isn't there?" You said with a slightly raised tone as you pulled at a few strands of your hair.

"I'm sorry, we're not sure what happened. Maybe the person who had typed your reservation forgot to save it. We're really sorry." The lady responded once again with a more apologetic tone this time.

You sighed again and bid your goodbye to the lady. You rest your head on the wheel of your car and let yourself calm down. The day wasn't over just yet. You lift your head and opened your phone once again, searching for different restaurants to eat at. You found one that you remember you've gone to once and liked but was quite the drive from your house. You called and booked a reservation and, fortunately, they weren't fully booked. You were content with the idea and decided to go back home to change into different clothes.

The moment you had applied finishing touches to your features, the sun was already starting to set.

You grabbed your keys and rushed out of your shared apartment to drive off to the restaurant. It was about a maximum of a 7 minute drive to arrive at the said establishment, but their food was worth it. Even though you the restaurant you had first booked at was your first favorite, this place could also be your favorite with it's very elegant yet home-like texture of it's interior.

You approached the reception area and the staff immediately guided you to your table. You thanked them and sat down as they walked away. A waitress later approaches your table.

"Good evening, ma'am. Will anyone be joining you today?" She asked as she placed down a glass of water in front of you.

"Oh, thank you, and yes. My boyfriend will be here soon." You responded with a smile.

The waitress nodded and left. You sent your boyfriend a quick message to let him know you had a change of plan for dinner at a different restaurant. The waitress later came back with two menus and told you to call her once you're ready to order. You thanked her once again and continued to wait for your boyfriend.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hour. Your beloved was still nowhere to be seen. You had sent him multiple messages asking him where he was and called him multiple times, yet there was no answer. He hasn't even read your messages. The waitress kept coming back asking you if you were ready to order and you can't even count how many times you've said, "Oh, I'll just wait for a bit more. My boyfriend hasn't arrived." to the point you feel like they're starting to think your delusional and waiting for someone who doesn't exist. The most patient part of you decided to wait more, you trusted your boyfriend. He wouldn't forget to spend this day with you. You've been planning it all week, after all. But, alas, another hour went by without a single sound from your boyfriend. You had decided to at least order salad to-go for the sake of the kind waitress who had been going back and forth from your table to her station. She seemed relieved to know you're finally ordering something.

As they were preparing your food, you were cleaning up your stuff to leave after they have your order ready before you heard your phone ring. You knew immediately who it was as you pressed to answer the call.

"Hello?" You said with a bitter tone absolutely wanting to go batshit on your lovely boyfriend for having stood you up on your birthday.

"Hey, I saw the missed calls. Where are you? Did you go out?" You couldn't help but feel conflicted. Your boyfriend's boice sounded so tired, but you also couldn't push the thoughts of how much of an asshole he was for not remembering your date.

"I'm at ______, you?" You heaved a sigh before responding as the waiter called for you to pay and receive your order. You stood up, your bag strap on your shoulder as you fished for your wallet.

"Why are you there? Did you have dinner with some friends or something? If so, why didn't you tell me..." He responded, tone laced with disappointment. He listened to you speak to a staff of the establishment before he hears a chime, telling him you've gotten out of the restaurant. You walked back to your car and put the bag with food on the passenger seat before facing your phone once again realizing he hasn't ended the call yet.

"Hello? Y/N?" He called for you trying to catch your attention.

"What time did you get off of work?" You queued, which surprised him.

"I've been home for about an hour and a half. So, more than an hour ago." He responded clearly confused as to you why you're acting so strange. "Why do you ask?"

"I'll be home in a bit. I have to drive so I'm gonna end the call." You responded with the same bitter tone. Feeling absolutely exhausted and frustrated after the seemingly long day.

"Alright, drive safe." He said in agreement before you pressed your phone to hang up. You rub your hand against your face before leaning your head onto the wheel once and sighing once again. You didn't want to be mad, you couldn't be mad. It was no one's fault that an emergency came up at his workplace, but you just can't help but be upset that he forgot the day you had planned to spend with together.

When you felt your emotions were back on calm enough state for you to drive, you lift your head and inserted your keys into the keyhole before starting the car. Your drive was quite melancholic, helping you to at least not break down in the middle of the road while you're driving. Once you've arrived and parked your car at your apartment building's parking lot, you grab your bag and and the salad you had bought and entered the building.

Once he heard the doorknob twist, Sunghoon's attention was already at the doorway expecting your figure to walk in. Which you did, after taking off your heels.

"Hey, you're home. Why are you so dressed up? Did you meet with someone?" He asked in suspicion as he was not aware who you've met outside with nor that you even went out without his knowledge.

"Wow, Sunghoon. We missed the chance to watch the movie, you stood me up on our dinner date, made me wait for two hours when you've been home for an hour and half because you seemed to have forgotten about our date, didn't bother to call the moment you got home, but you have the audacity to ask me why I'm "all dressed up"?" You scoffed and couldn't help but run a hand through hair as you feel tears pricking your eyes. He looked at you with confusion, What do you mean movie? Date? Oh, shit...

The realization dawned on him immediately but you continued. "Because, well, I don't know. Why don't you ask my boyfriend who I've called almost a dozen times and sent about 20-30 text messages to telling him that I've been waiting for him at the restaurant for 2 hours?" You responded. The snark remark remark wasn't something he expected, but he was more surprised at the realization of what today was. He has forgotten about your date.

He immediately fished his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages, you did send multiple messages.

"Shit... I'm sorry, Y/N. We were discussing a lot of important things and I had my phone on silent. I forgot to open it the moment I got home." He said running his hands through his hair, seemingly apologetic.

"Clearly more important than me, right?" You said followed aby a scoff as you walked away and placed the bag of food on the counter before heading upstairs.

"Y/N, it really was important. You know how busy I've been these days." He said seeking your attention as he followed you up the stairs.

"It's absolutely fine, Sunghoon. It's good that you have your priorities set up. At least now I know where I stand in your life." Your voice laced with sarcasm and passive aggressiveness as you continue to ignore his presence and walk into your bedroom.

"Y/N, for the love of God. Drop the fucking attitude. How can you be so petty over one day we couldn't spend together as if you're not always clinging to me when we're together?!" He snapped and raised his voice, not wanting to deal with your passive aggressive attitude even more.

"So now I'm clingy? One day, Sunghoon. One. Fucking. Day. That's all I asked and you couldn't even give me that." You responded with the same aggression as you turned around and faced him, tears welling up in your eyes from all the pent-up frustration you've kept all day.

"There's more days to come. God, Y/N! We could always go out tomorrow or the day after. Why do you have to be so immature about it today?!" He yelled, confused as to why you seem more upset about how he forgot about your date today than all the other one's you were supposed to go on but got cancelled.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because it's my fucking birthday?! Why don't you try that as food for thought." You snapped as tears had rolled down your face. You walk away and enter a different room your apartment had for guests, leaving him dumbfounded.

He messed up...

[suuho]

What you said about festivals is so true. They are super risky and super expensive. I looked into attending Hallyu in London when Chen was announced to be there but the 'cheap' seats were also 180 pounds with decent view ones even more expensive and alongside a flight to London and finding accomedations there it was just entirely too much money to just see this one guy for less than half an hour. Like I can somehow justify that for a full concert maybe (even though every non kpop concert I have ever been to was a lot cheaper than that!) but for a festival where he could drop out and then I would be stuck with all that money wasted and most likely no way to resell a ticket again. Nah I hate it I really do. Especially coming out of a pandemic where we still have idols catching covid and then having to cancel appearances can you imagine taking the whole risk of a festival only for your fave not to show up at all when it was already ridiculously overpriced for the amount of stage time they would be having? And you not being elligble for a refund when the festival still happens just without the reason why you wanted to go. Absolutely awful. Give us tours. If a tour gets postponed or cancelled cause the touring artist can't come i get my money back so I mind that way less. And if you have to give us tiny venues fine but then give us more than Paris London. Like Portugal or Poland exist too. We can't cram all of continental europe into one Paris venue if the Paris venue has a 6k capacity limit. The less stops you give the bigger the venues you should offer to accomedate for all the fans arriving from other countries who cannot afford to fly to Asia or America but will jump at the chance of seeing their faves somewhere that is more reachable and affordable for them to go to. I remember attending Music Bank in Berlin and it was packed with people even coming from the northern parts of Africa because EXO showing up in Berlin was the closest they had ever been to them at that point in time.

Sorry this got away from me a little I hope it is still understandable tho

yeah, that’s pretty much it! like, i went to mik festival last year for junmyeon and pentagon, and i would have probably gone for either of those artists alone but was lucky enough that my two ults were part of the line up. the thing is, thought, billie was part of that line up as well and they had to cancel their appearance like A DAY PRIOR or something. it was so ridiculously short notice and i met people in the queue who were there to hand out billie freebies because they only came to see them. like, it’s just so crazy risky and it’s honestly the worst.

and like stated before, the matter of the fact is that kfans have WAY more leverage than european fans because what do they care if we don’t show up to one (1) festival? that will just show them that there is no demand and we won’t get anything anymore. while i do agree that we should be more organized, i think it would simply help more to directly message companies or in some other way to signal that european stans, for example, are very much interested in tours and more dates. because withholding our money is one thing, but that on the other hand shows that there is ZERO interest and that will just backfire.

it’s tricky. because on one hand, we don’t get much of anything so of course we jump at the chance to go and see an artist, but on the other hand we want more than that and we don’t have as much leverage as kfans. and, additionally, the european market is simply not a focus point right now, not for most companies anyways.

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Customer Demands Refund From Carpet Cleaner, TikTok’s Stunned

"He needed to send a request for another $400 ... that carpet got secrets!"

Source: TikTok | @yungblackandgiftedA carpet cleaning customer got slammed by a TikTok user named The Humble One (@yungblackandgifted) for purportedly attempting to finagle a free job from a business owner.The Humble One slammed the client in a viral TikTok that's garnered over 6.1 million views on the popular social media platform.Article continues below advertisementThe TikToker couldn't believe the gall of the customer and it appears that there were several other users on the app who also couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the person's gripe."Man y'all look at this. This dude is a carpet cleaner and this is the conversation between him and one of his clients. Y'all just gotta look at this," the TiikToker says into the camera. It's clear that he's teasing a snippet of their text conversation behind his head in a green-screen style video he's uploaded to the popular social media platform.Article continues below advertisementHe then begins to narrate the text message dialogue between the carpet cleaner and their customer.Customer: Hey sorry for texting so late! Deposit sent for appointment tomorrow, I'm just getting off workBusiness: Good morning, headed to you nowCustomer: Gm okArticle continues below advertisementBusiness: Just made itCustomer: Are you scared of dogs? She's a poodle lolCustomer: I'll put her upBusiness: No lol she's ok!Customer: Come through side doorAt this point in the conversation the customer sends the carpet cleaner $200 via Apple Pay, which appears in the text message conversation between the two of them.It seems like the payment was given to the TikToker for services rendered; however, a follow-up message from the social media user seems to intone that they didn't necessarily think the work performed was worth the price.Article continues below advertisementSource: TikTok | @yungblackandgiftedCustomer: Hey I have a questionBusiness: Hey! What's your question?Customer: Is this how it was suppose to look? I didn't get a chance to see it as soon as you finished and my husband is saying it looks half doneThe TikToker also attached a picture of the carpet in their home to further drive home that the professional carpet cleaner may've not done the best job.Article continues below advertisementThe business responded: "Yes ma'am, that's the best it was going to get considering the condition. I went over it several times as well. Could you specifically tell me what your issue is?"It's at this point in the video that the TikToker urges his followers to "take note" of what the condition of the carpet was prior to their cleaning of it.Customer: It just doesn't look clean. Especially for the price of $200 and we really don't have money to waste.Business: I understand. $200 for was 4 rooms also not 1. But would you like me to redo it? I went over it to my ability so it won't be much of a difference if I do.Article continues below advertisementSource: TikTok | @yungblackandgiftedIt's at this point that the customer in the video makes it clear what they're expecting from their aired gripe: a complete refund for the work that was conducted.Customer: the refund is ok. Customer: Hello have you sent it ?Customer: It's unprofessional af for you to NOT send my money back and just ignore me ! I need my money back now !Article continues below advertisementThe business owner wasn't exactly having it with this exchange, as they wrote back: "You expect me to send you a full refund for a completed job ? No ma'am. Have a nice day," they said.The client didn't really like this response.Customer: I told you when you came in what I was expecting! And this is not it. Your unprofessional a-- rushed through my carpet, my husband even said the s--- ! We could have payed way less elsewhere for this bs, we don't have extra money spend. You need to send my money back now."Article continues below advertisementSource: TikTok | @yungblackandgiftedIt's understandable why anyone would be upset with a business if they didn't provide the services they expected of them; however, as The Humble One points out, the client in question may've been a little deluded as to what the carpet cleaner could accomplish with their carpet, as they ended up showing a before picture of the rug prior to the business getting to work on cleaning it.Article continues below advertisementIt's not just that there were stains on the carpet — it was a completely different color!"Look at this s---," the TikToker narrates in the video after showing a green screen image of a carpet that looks like it was soaked in cigarette butts and Coca-Cola for months at a time."This s--- is black as me and you're telling me that he didn't do a good job? Oh y'all don't lost y'all d--- mind," he says at the end of the clipi.It seems like there were several other TikTokers who agreed with his assessment of the exchange between client and business owner, including this person who wrote that they were happy the carpet cleaner minded their p's and q's and made sure to take before-and-after pictures for their work.Article continues below advertisementSource: TikTok | @yungblackandgifted"Good thing he took pictures. They probably thought he didn’t."Another person said that they were impressed at the quality of work exhibited by the business, writing that the customer in question was probably attempting to complain as a means of trying to get a free clean: "He did an excellent job. They just wanted a free clean."Article continues below advertisementAnother person stated that the business actually ended up charging way too little for the carpet cleaning job: "He needed to send a request for another $400 ... that carpet got secrets!"While another simply said: "She would have to take me to court."What do you think? Did the business owner do a good job and the customer was simply attempting to try and get something for nothing? Or do you think that all customer gripes should be taken seriously, even if a carpet cleaner took a burnt milk latte to looking like a plain cup of two percent? Source link Read the full article

[winderlylandchime]

2/3 And we are now at the scene where Ted and Blake see each other again *squeals like a crazy person* ‘BLAKE! HES BACK! THATS THE MAN THAT TED DESERVES! Im so fucking happy he’s back! Please tell me he’s back, i missed you so much baby boy’ ‘who the fuck is this dude? You know who would’ve made this finale better? *looks at me all sad* The pickle guy!’ And we are now at the scene where they say bye to mel and linds and and lindsay says she meant justin when she asked if Brian will be okay ‘why wouldnt he be okay? It was just a called off wedding which is a good thing. They’ll be fine. (Brian says bye to gus) this fucking sucks. He cares so much about that kid and they took him away. I kinda wish he called him sunny boy though. Fuck this thing’ and we are officially at the last Britin scene and this is where i realized he has no fucking clue whats about to happen. ‘Wait whats going on? What flight? What? *he is now a little teary eyed and has moved from sitting back to being on edge of the seat with his elbows on his knees while covering his mouth and he is stressed* WAIT HES LEAVING? Hes going to new york? What the fuck is going on? No. (Justin says “ill be back” and he officially tears up) no no no thats not what its supposed to happen. He just said everything costs a fortune! So he’s clearly not ready! It was one review! LINDSAY YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS! Nooooo’ Brian says justin doesnt know if theyll see each other again ‘FUCK DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? PLEASE GO WITH HIM! WHAT IS HAPPENING’ Brian starts his only time speech *he now started crying a little while being completely silent but when Brian said “never again” he chocked up* *said through tears while sounding like hes being chocked* ‘it does matter. It matters to me.’ *cries even more while speaking very softly* he kept the rings. Of course he did.’ Justin says they dont need rings ‘oh now you say that. Where was this a season ago?‘ and now thee sex scene is being shown and he has tears streaming down his face and is completely silent but occasionally sobs *huge gasp* ‘WAIT IS THAT? IS THAT THE PILOT SEX SCENE BEING SHOWN ON THEM? THEIR FIRST AND LAST TIME? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Did they really do that? Who is that sick in the head to do that to me? What the fuck is happening. This is fucking killing me bro’ the fade out scene is about to happen and he is fully crying while having both of his arms in his hair and Brian looks at Justin and then puts his hand in his hair and this man started full on sobbing. ‘No no no no, why would they do that? They deserve a happy ending together! Theyve been through too much to not end up happy and together. Come on why? (Fade out scene happens) *starts crying even more* NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS? THATS SO FUCKED UP’ And now its showing Brian alone at his loft and my brother is still crying but he’s trying to calm down ‘so he’s just alone now? (Mikey walks in) bro fuck off, we’re kinda going through something here.’ ‘I dont get him. Brian finally accepted that he is growing old or up or whatever and maturing and that it doesnt make it the end of the world. Something that michael literally told him to do and now its all SOME THINGS ARENT MEANT TO CHANGE. I wonder what thats aimed at. Fuck you all!’ ‘No we arent dancing mike! We are sad because Blondie is gone. BRING HIM BACK! NOW. I DEMAND A REFUND!’ Brian and Mikey start dancing ‘what the fuck is this? No i hate this. Why am i crying again?’ The club starts changing with the lights and everything and he is once again fully sobbing. He literally fell back on the couch and covered his face and cried and then went back to watching ‘whats going on? What the fuck is going on? Are we all hallucinating the club or? So the club is back? Oh fuck them for this song! I cried at that hospital scene because of it and now here it is again.’

who the fuck is this dude? You know who would’ve made this finale better? *looks at me all sad* The pickle guy!’ HA! George! RIP George and Vic (maybe they’re hanging out in heaven?)

LINDSAY YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS Well, Brother Anon, let me introduce you to “anti-character” fics and alllllllll the anti-Lindsay fics in this fandom. LOL.

Oh god the only time scene. Look, I LOVE THAT SPEECH. It is an incredible speech about the nature of love and how it transcends time, space, and universe and how it persists. No one can listen to that speech and tell me that Brian hasn’t changed. It is incredible.

I just don’t understand why Justin has to go to NYC ORRRRR Brian could go with him. You know? Gus is in Canada, Mikey is married and boring, and NYC has always been his dream. So like. WHY.

It’s like they went to the stupidest idea in the world aka marriage and then overcorrected to the equally stupidest idea in the whole world, separating them.

AND FINE IF YOU HAVE TO SEPARATE THEM IT IS OKAY THEIR LOVE TRANSCENDS SPACE AND TIME AND UNIVERSE BUT…

[slickbackdani]

Man, this takes me back to the days when I worked in fast food::

One guy showed up in a pirate costume for Halloween

A family showed up with their pet pig; when I announced over the headset that there was a pig in the back seat, my coworkers thought I was making a rude remark about the family’s child

An old lady who complained and demanded a refund because her French fries were “too hard”

A polite old lady who briefly stopped the proceedings to talk to me about the Bible and the Founding Fathers

An old lady who complained about the price of a large Coke, and when I explained that it included the tax, she grumbled "that's right, we're in Taxachusetts." The tax wasn’t even a full dollar

This was not an uncommon occurrence. SO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE complained to me about the prices as if I had any control over them or as if we were asking for their life savings that I turned one of my favorite Frasier quotes ("I see we have ANOTHER member of the Price Club") into a meme among my coworkers

An old man who looked like Woodrow Wilson and didn’t wear pants

A guy who called me Batman for no discernible reason; I handed him his change, and he said “thanks, Batman” before driving up. In response to hearing that story, no fewer than three people responded by telling me I look like a young Michael Keaton

An old guy who looked like Steve Bannon wearing a ratty brown hoodie and Homer Simpson pajama pants; tried to change his order in the middle of paying — as in, while he was handing me the money — and when I called over a manager to change the order, the customer shouted "GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY BACK" and drove off. Five minutes later, he entered the front of the store and leaned on the counter, recording us on his phone until the manager threatened to call the cops on him

A guy who looked like PC Principal who apparently ordered his meal from home but was late picking it up because he was busy putting his kids to sleep. He insisted that his meal should be free because he was half an hour late getting it even though A: that whole "thirty minutes or it's free" thing stopped existing outside of cartoons decades ago and B: even if it did still exist, it would be inapplicable here because that rule is only for if the restaurant is late delivering the food to you; since you were the one who was late picking it up, that's on you and we don't owe you a goddamn thing. He argued with the manager for several minutes about this, never once breaking out of his smarmy-white-douche monotone voice the whole time

A middle-aged blonde woman in a white SUV with her toddler daughter in the front seat. Her order came out to $14, but she tried to change it at the last minute in hopes of bumping it down to $12. When the employees didn’t realize this and instead made the price go up, I informed them she wanted the meal change specifically to make the price go down. One of my coworkers made an exasperated remark that the customer somehow overheard, well… shit went DOWN. This lady — this 40-something grown-ass woman — had a complete and total fucking MELTDOWN, she sat at the window for HALF A GODDAMNED HOUR screaming at everyone unlucky enough to enter her field of vision, and demanding the phone number for our corporate headquarters before my manager pacified her by giving her her meal for free. She left… then came back five minutes later and just… sat in the parking lot, not doing anything for 10 minutes before leaving. As the car drove away, I could swear I saw her daughter giving us the middle finger through the window

Working on fast food I’ve met a lot of different people, especially when I worked overnights. Here are some of the customers I remember the best (some of them I still see around):

An actual Nazi with a swastika tattooed on his thumb. I always make sure he’s charged more when he comes through.

A guy who asked me to cum in his ice cream.

Two seperate old guys who harassed me while I used the bathroom. One gif banned for being racist to the cashiers up front, the other one tried to break into my stall.

A tired, bruised woman who seemed a bit on edge. There was a guy passed out next to her in the car. She told me to keep the change (it was a lot) and drove off. I never saw her again.

A woman who broke down sobbing because her daughter who had recently died of cerebral palsy loved the rain, and it was raining out.

A man who pulled up while on the phone and loudly shouted into it, “What do you mean I have AIDS?! …Is it the good kind?”

A dude on drugs who choked me against a wall because he thought I made a pass at his sister, smashed a window, got into a fistfight with a manager, and begged the cops to beat him to death when they showed up.

A couple who were exceptionally rude and harassed me, then tried to stalk me home. They got banned.

A drag queen who always wanted extra sauce. I gave it to them free even though the store I was at charged for it.

A kid with a confederate flag hat or shirt (this was over a decade ago, I can’t remember which). I gave him free sauce because I felt bad for him. If I saw him today, I’d charge him twice.

An anti-vaxxer who flipped out because we couldn’t do half hot, half iced water, got out of her car, and demanded to know what my problem was.

The main character of life, who came at a busy time, honked at everyone, and demanded I get a manager to move the line somehow.

A lady with massive breasts that were practically exploding out of her shirt who complained to a manager I was rude to her because I explained how a coupon worked.

A customer whose order was exactly correct, still asked for a manager, and then complained to the manager how I was rude because he overheard me explain to the manager I wasn’t sure what the problem was.

An old man who frequented the drive thru and was entirely innocuous until the day he harassed a woman to the point she was in tears and shaking.

An old guy who consistently pays for his order entirely with change and always drives off before I can count it. He is consistently short ten to twenty cents.

A man who insisted we served pizza.

A guy who tried to order lo mein.

A nice, sweet old Asian man whose initials are “KKK.” He’s one of my favorite customers.

A person whose name is “Barbarian.” Another favorite.

A person named “Icelyn Snow.” Yet another favorite.

A woman who comes through with her cats. Another fav.

A lady who came through with her pet skunk.

A guy with a bearded dragon in his cup holder.

An old man who held the line up for ten minutes because we don’t accept any bills over twenties. He insisted we legally had to and refused to budge even after two managers and I explained the rules to him, and who we had to walk around to get other customers. He finally left after the police were called.

A bunch of kids who jumped a teen in the lobby and ripped her earring out. There was blood on the floor.

A guy who tried to come through while being chased by cops. He caused an officer to chip a wall with their car before escaping.

A guy wit a studded hat that said “Hentai” with an ahegao seat cover to go with it.

A guy who insisted the confederacy weren’t losers and that they were making a comeback.

A guy who tried to hustle us out of ten bucks. I caught him, but he kept insisting I owed him money. He came back months later still yelling about it; I pretended to not know what he was talking about.

A man who came back through after being given sweet tea he was told was sweetened artificially (he and his wife were diabetic). Despite having to take his wife to the hospital due to high blood sugar, all he wanted was his tea fixed and an apology. I apologized profusely. My coworker insisted he was lying for free stuff.

[honeytae]

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests or not, but I was hoping I could request something along the lines of where you’re in love with your best friend, taehyung, but he doesn’t know and he’s getting married soon. you don’t tell him how you feel until the night of his wedding when you’re a bit tipsy from drinking your feelings away. you can decide the ending! thank you in advance if you end up writing this! hope you’re doing well and staying safe. Xx

hi darling! i’m so sorry this took so long for me to write. i couldn’t get it to a point where i was satisfied with it for a really long time, i still don’t feel that good about it honestly but hopefully it’s okay for you!!! i tried to make it angsty (yikes) so hopefully it’s not horrible lmao

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters

genre: angst

word count: 1.6k

warnings: um so much heartbreak, oc is a little (very) in denial about the situation and comes off a little toxic tbh, requited love but nothing they can do about it now, mentions of tae going into a panic attack

You couldn’t handle it.

You couldn’t handle the ‘congratulations to the happy couple,’ nor the Mr. and Mrs. Kim sign practically floating over their heads. You couldn’t handle the copious bouquets and all the preparations that went into this.

And you felt like a complete asshole about it.

Which is precisely why you decided to prematurely exit the event, doing yourself and everyone else a favor by leaving for the night to go sulk in your hotel by your lonesome.

The elevator ride up to your floor was miserable, your own battles within your mind coupled with the fact that your floor was the top one, making the ride excruciatingly long on top of everything else.

Rustling with the hotel key in your bag seemed to take forever as well, finally barging into your half unpacked space with a sigh. You quickly shut the door behind you, hoping you’d been able to sneak away from the hotel lobby without any guests noticing.

Shuffling further into the room, you sat on the edge of the king bed in the center of the room, placing your head in your hands at the mere prospect of this weekend.

Taehyung was getting married. Kim Taehyung, your best friend, the one person you’d been pining for since middle school, would be legally bound to someone else in less than twenty four hours.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have come. Despite sending red flags to Tae, you couldn’t think of a better solution than fleeing at this exact moment. Why did you think you could handle this?

Two knocks against the locked door had your head raising from its resting place, cursing under your breath at someone coming after you.

You didn’t feel well. That would be your excuse.

“Hey, you okay?” Immediately upon opening the door, Taehyung spoke the question out into the air, dark eyebrows knit in concern and kind eyes imploring yours for an answer.

“Hi. I’m fine, just a little tired, Tae.” You pressed your lips together in a hopefully believable smile, the man frowning before nodding at you.

“Me too. Can I come in?” He asked, the question completely innocent however making your heart rate a bit faster at the what if. What if things had gone differently? What if it was still a possibility for things to escalate between you two?

Cut it out. He’s about to be a married man.

You raised your eyebrows at him for a moment, then stepped back to allow him in, putting all your concentration on shutting the wood for a moment as you took a steadying breath.

“What about your party?” You wondered aloud, the man humming as he took a seat on your fully made bed.

“I’m tired of the parties. They’re exhausting.” He chuckled, covering his face with his hands as he reclined back on your bed.

Your heart skipped another beat at the vision, his tight pants leaving little to the imagination and buttons from his dress shirt stretched to new limits with his strained position. Diverting your eyes, you walked over to the desk chair in the corner of your room, reaching for a water bottle out of your mini fridge. Get a fucking grip.

Tossing one over to the bed beside Taehyung, you sat down in the plush seat, grateful that the man didn’t seem to notice your distance from him as you glanced out the window.

Until….

“Are you really okay? I feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

At his sudden words, you froze, gripping your water a bit tighter as you brought your eyes back to his face. He was closer now than before, having scooted to the edge of your bed to lean toward you, eyes showing concern for you as you shuffled in your seat.

Taehyung was never one to beat around the bush, and at times like this, you really wish he would just brush some things under the rug as easy as you could.

“I’m good, Tae. Just have a lot going on, I guess. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.” You said, hoping to clear the air and dismiss the topic as soon as you possibly could. The man’s stare wasn’t helping your state any.

“No apologies. Just wanted to check in on you.” He sighed, seemingly disappointed with your lack of response before a hideous painting across the room caught his eye.

“What the fuck is that?” He griped, making you chuckle as he sat up to lean toward the art piece, squinting with his lip curled in amusement.

“It’s not so bad.” You shrugged, smirking when he turned back to you in bewilderment. Realizing you were teasing him, his eyes went back to normal size, a smile meeting his own lips at the return of your familiar banter.

“How can you sleep in a room with that shit? I feel like asking for a refund.” He shook his head, making you laugh before taking a swig from your water.

“Somehow I manage.” You replied, twisting the cap back on the bottle with a sigh.

It’s times like these that you feel as though nothing is wrong. Times like these that transport you back to periods of your life when Taehyung was just a call away, and you thought maybe, just maybe, you two had a chance. But that was over now. Those days were no more.

Because Taehyung informing you about a blind date then turned into him in a full blown relationship, a serious one at that, and soon enough they were taking big steps such as meeting the parents, moving in together, and yes, getting engaged.

Your friends had been just as shocked as you were, pitying you with deep sympathetic looks over Taehyungs shoulder as you hugged him in confused congratulations. It had all happened so fast...how did you manage to lose him forever?

Waking up the next day, you felt a particular heaviness on your chest. It was the day before the wedding, the rehearsal dinner turned into an entire day of partying for their guests. A celebratory day, if anything.

But waking up and getting all dolled up for this occasion was the absolute last thing you wanted to do, today or ever. You had always thought that you’d have much more of a starring role in Kim Taehyung’s life. Shaking your head to dismiss those kinds of thoughts, you cursed as you left your hotel room, wondering how the hell you’d be getting through this day.

Four martinis. Four martinis was how you’d be getting through today. The bartender had become one of your closest acquaintances over the past few hours, eyeballing you silently as he poured you yet another cocktail, your demands obvious that you were not drinking out of celebration.

Sitting at the bar, you contemplated everything. From the time you’d met Tae, you had been so sure that you two completed each other. Were you that naive? And fuck, why are you still thinking about this now? It’s over. You and Tae will never be.

Nearly jumping off your stool at a hand suddenly clapping your back, you shifted your gaze over to the arm belonging to Jungkook, one of Taehyung’s youngest yet wisest friends.

“You’re sulking.” He said plainly, dark eyes tracing over your faded features, briefly examining the drink in your hand before shooting the bartender a knowing look.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” You sighed, nearly breaking into a sob when his hand laid over yours, fingers fitting between your own in a comforting gesture. With one glance at the man, you gained all the information you didn’t want.

He knew.

You wondered how long he’d known. Jungkook, being the quiet and relatively introverted person he was, was an observer. He knew everything about everyone it seemed, by not speaking to them at all. He noticed everything.

You just hoped he didn’t notice the way your eyes started blinking rapidly, and that he’d instead just go back into the party without another word.

“Neither should you.” He replied to you, his tone holding nothing but concern as he tried to catch your eyes.

You just couldn’t hold it in.

“Well maybe if I wasn’t in love with him I’d be having a better time.” You mumbled, leaning your head down on your hands, elbows pressed to the tops of your thighs, sad and tired as Jungkook froze beside you.

Unbeknownst to you, a concerned Taehyung had also come to find you, stumbling upon that very scene as Jungkook tried to console you.

Meeting eyes with his older friend, Jungkook’s mouth gaped open for a moment, opening and closing like a fish out of water as you cluelessly rambled under your breath about how stupid you were to ever let yourself come here.

With a shaky exhale, Taehyung silently began to put it all together. The way you’d been working constantly lately, picking up every shift you could to decline his repeated attempts at getting together with you, the way you’d ran off last night and brushed it off as you being too tired. It was all adding up.

You were struggling with this as much as he was. Maybe more.

But what Taehyung could do about this years ago was no longer an option, his hands shaking at his sides as he spun on his heel and walked out of the lobby. He could briefly hear Jungkook call for him but ignored it, breathing heavily as he rounded one of the hallways leading to the restrooms.

Unshed tears misted over his eyes as he hugged a corner of the wall, feeling rather unsteady as he leaned his forehead against the cool surface. The burning pain in his chest had him sinking down to the floor in an instant, sobs wracking his shoulders with heightening emotions rising in his throat.

You’d finally given him the green light. And it was too fucking late.

[kpop-stan23-writes]

old money seonghwa

another case of me reading this post by @warmau and being inspired! btw, if you enjoy brilliantly clever bullet aus you should definitely give skye a follow.

read san's part here and mingi’s part here

group: ateez member: seonghwa genre: fluff? rich boy au word count: 1.5k warnings: a few curse words. the note is a little suggestive pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader

note: the seonghwa i portray here definitely isn't the type of seonghwa who would hover over you while dressed in a three piece suit and you're wearing nothing but one of his vintage watches but i figure hey, maybe he can grow into that seonghwa

heir to a trust fund that has been getting richer by the decade

only knows other trust fund babies

appears cold and standoffish to the general public but that's really only because he doesn't know how to interact with people not in the top 1%

(secretly very awkward)

only wears high end luxury brands and old, vintage watches that have been in his family for generations

gets driven around in a limo with windows tinted black

perfect gentleman

has never once in his life forgotten his manners because they were practically beaten into him since he could walk

everybody in the upper class loves him because they think he's perfect: perfect manners, perfect looks, perfect bank account

and that's okay

it's the only life he's known, after all

until he meets you

it's your friend's birthday, and their rich other half has given you some money to pick out something

you're frugal, having grown up modestly, and knowing your friend's taste, found something they'll adore for a fraction of the money their s/o gave you

you're standing in front of a jewelry store when your friend surprises you and all but drags you into the store

you roll your eyes but follow, listening to them say that you should go ahead and spend the spare change *wink wink*

seonghwa is already inside, searching for a suitable gift for his mother's own birthday

he looks up when he hears a salesperson greet the newcomers

and immediately tells the saleswoman helping him to bag everything you look at

her eyes widen at the request but nods and hurries away to inform the others

you're none the wiser, eyeing the lovely jewelry and ignoring your friend as they try to convince you that their s/o wouldn't mind if you spent the money on yourself, since you've already gotten the birthday gift *wink wink*

your friend does find a little something as a birthday gift to themselves and you follow them to the cashier

three large bags are placed on the counter and you and your friend share a look

"i only purchased this," your friend says

"oh no these are yours," the cashier says, looking directly at you

"but i didn't--i can't--"

"oh they're on seonghwa's tab. he's just over there"

your head whips around just in time to see the retreating back of a tall figure

you look back at the three large bags filled to the brim each with neatly wrapped boxes

"how much..."

your friend nearly chokes when the cashier hands over the bill

you don't dare look yourself, just stare at the empty entry where this seonghwa disppeared

your friend fills you in about the park seonghwa as you walk to your car, arms heavy with the unexpected gifts

with every fact your friend tells you, you feel yourself grow more and more confused

this man has everything he could ever want, and you assume that includes his fill of attractive suitors of the same class

so who are you? just a random stranger who happened to stop by a high-end jewelry store way out of your price range

when your friend's s/o hears about what happened, they're just as shocked as you

because park seonghwa spending oodles on a perfect stranger? what has the world come to

you try going back to the jewelry store to return the jewels, but they tell you they can't process a refund without the original card

so you convince your friend's s/o to give you the address to seonghwa's penthouse apartment, because now you get a chance to demand an explanation as well

stepping out of the cab with your arms full of bags with the expensive name splashed across in big bold letters makes you feel sorely out of place

because wow what a building

the lobby, while small, has tall ceilings, and the marble floors make every step you take echo

the woman behind the counter is in a simple black dress that still looks like it costs more than several months of your salary put together and you fidget nervously in your ripped jeans and scuffed shoes

the woman looks down her nose at you even though you're standing over her and for a moment you're at a loss as to what to say

the longer you stand there, though, the more foolish you feel, and you hate feeling foolish, so quickly you're just mad you're in this situation to begin with

you drop the heavy bags on the smooth wood counter and say "let seonghwa know i'm here to return the jewelry"

"and what's your name?"

"he'll know who it is"

she looks like she's ready to argue, but you just turn your back to her, leaning against the counter and tapping your foot obnoxiously loudly in a way that makes it obvious you won't leave until she's given seonghwa your message

she huffs but picks up the phone

she relays your message in a tone that clearly says she doesn't believe a word you say and you have to fight a smirk when you notice her eyes widen in surprise at seonghwa's response

she clears her throat and passes you a key board and tells you to use it to get to the penthouse floor

you take the card and gather your bags and march toward the elevators

frustration is still coursing through your veins when the elevator doors open directly into seonghwa's living room, so you don't notice that wow the pictures you've found online of park seonghwa don't do him justice

instead you march fearlessly up to him, drop the bags on the large leather sofa, and cross your arms over your chest

"what exactly are these for?"

you are prepared for all sorts of reactions, ranging from disbelief to anger

what you weren't expecting was the ever-cool, every-confident park seonghwa to burn holes in his slippers, rub the back of his neck uncertainly, and say questioningly, "they're for you?"

you're so shocked at his response that you're rendered dumb

this is not the park seonghwa you were expecting

he's looking at you now, his dark eyes wide (you know the look he gets, the galaxy-filled boba-eyed look) and look as innocent as a calf

any anger you had at being put in this ridiculous situation leaves you immediately and now you're feeling as awkward and uncertain as he appears to be

you clear your throat and gesture to the bags and explain that no one could possibly wear that many jewels in one lifetime

he seems confused and you suddenly wonder if he's ever seen the women in his life wear a piece of jewelry more than once

"look it's a really sweet and kind gesture," you say quickly, "but it's simply too much. can you please return these?"

seonghwa just nods and you're left standing in front of each other awkwardly

you finally bow and scurry away, but are then left hanging out to dry because where the hell is that elevator and why didn't it just stay on the top floor when you got out??

your friend and their s/o pesters you about how it went but you just wave them off because you're guessing you've seen a side of park seonghwa no one has ever seen before and it feels strangely intimate and you feel strangely protective

you keep an eye out for him in the news, now, though, and can't get over how put-together and suave he looks on camera

it makes you almost wish you could get to know the seonghwa you saw

but you're from completely different worlds, shop at completely different stores, and after all he only spotted you out of chance

what you aren't expecting is to see him at your friend's birthday party just two weeks later

because their s/o is hosting the event, it's black tie required, and with your friend's help you clean up well

you're also there before the other guests, helping the s/o as a second host

so as you're making the rounds of the guests, you stop in your tracks when you spot park seonghwa

damn he looks really good in a suit

and for a moment you see the cool, distant park seonghwa in the flesh

but as soon as your eyes meet, his gaze warms and is that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

you straighten your shoulders because dammit you will be a good second host and greet all the guests like you're supposed to

you finally make your way to seonghwa and thank him for attending your friend's birthday party

"i never caught your name," he says before you can run away

you stop in your tracks and just stare at him now because he really bought those things without even knowing your name? seeing him at your friend's party you thought maybe he recognized you through their s/o but he really couldn’t have picked you out of a lineup?

he shifts under your unblinking gaze and you quickly clear your throat and introduce yourself properly

he smiles a little and you swear you hear him say "pretty. it suits you" under his breath

but you heard wrong, right?

you finally manage to flee when you hear your name called and you quickly bow before scurrying away

seonghwa is left in a daze the rest of the evening, your pretty name going around and around in his head

the end?

[xaallo]

i guess, for those who’re curious anyway, i could be more open about why my activity here has plummeted

Surprise, its IRL shit! dad bought a car with some woman, but their relationship has gone down the shitter like pretty much any relationship my dad entertains with any woman. So, there’s the question of what’s to be done with the car. Now, from a legal standpoint, the ex-gf made a humongous fuck up because she didn’t put her name on the title of the car. Really dumb mistake and now there’s a very real possibility that she loses a nice chunk of change and has no car to show for it. However, from a moral standpoint, dad has four vehicles that work just fine. This van is the ex-gfs only mode of transportation and she HAS offered to pay my dad his portion of the original payment in order to take full ownership of the van.

But, dad has no intention of letting that car go, for no other reason i can see besides simple spite. He got a good car at half the price and she essentially has nothing, even though she’s the one driving and maintaining the vehicle. The alternator went out a few days ago, and she’s already bought a new one. 300 bucks she can’t get back because it’s apparently not refundable where she bought it from

I’ve tried to tow the line between staying out of it (it involves my dad; on principle I’m not keen to get involved) and trying to help (what he’s doing is very fucked up in my eyes; why are you arsed about one car when you have four of them? And this is her only mode of transportation + she’s disabled?) but since she fucked up that bad (why would you even buy a car with someone you've known less than a year?) there’s only so much I can do. Complex interpersonal family issues prevent me from helping as much as I want to. I’ve already been (and still kinda am) blacklisted from family functions (on THAT side of the family) due to a debacle with my dad and he ran back and whined to his side about the family about how “mean” i was to him

Dad is playing games. First, he wants his payment in increments. Ex-gf has no problem with that. Then he switches it up and says he wants his payment as a lump sum, because he doesn’t believe she has the money to pay all at once. She does. Then he tries to say “forget the money, we’ll just put both our names on the car” and by that time, ex-GF is very suspicious as to what the fuck is going on. Doesn’t help that these two often get in shouting matches with each other (dad is a belligerent drunk). Eventually, the EX’s brother and cousin overhear the verbal abuse from the phone and they’re ready to come over and fuck my dad up.

Ex-gf gets sick. Goes to the hospital. Dad comes out of nowhere with accusations that she’s doing drugs (??? she has an in-home nurse who would’ve found out by now since they take samples if that were true), hiding things from him, lying to him; the only liar in this house is him, though. He demands the keys back, but she refuses, so he calls the cops. Remember: EXs name isn’t on the car, there’s no record of her even being involved in the purchase iirc, so she’s basically shit outta luck. As far as the cops are aware, she’s holding the keys hostage, or at least that’s the picture he paints for them.

Since I’ve been offering some advice here and there on what to do (with a focus on ‘yeah, i’d just leave if I were you’ ), she was only comfortable giving the keys to me, so despite my best efforts, i get roped into this situation. Dad gets suspicious and starts accusing me of talking about him behind his back to her....despite the fact that i never pick up the phone for her when she calls (or really anyone). Literally just deleted like 12 messages from my voicemail all from her like 5 minutes ago. Despite the fact that i supposedly “never come out of my room” or when i do i “go out and dont say anything to anyone”. Ok. So, if I never come out of my room and don’t pick up the phone, how am I talking to her about you? It doesn’t add up lmfao

So yeah, despite my best efforts to stay out of this (dad told me i was taking her side by trying to not be involved. like...ok lmfao), dad is trying rope me into it now with his own lies. I’m not an idiot. I know he’s making false accusations about back-talking to get me to say something that he can grab onto. It’s been 7 years, I know the bullshit by now.

We just got back from the hospital where she is. Ex told me he came up to her hospital room and showed his ass, now he’s banned from the fucking hospital for being a threat and a menace. How do you get banned from a fucking hospital? She further told me that her male relatives have had it with the bullshit and that they’re going to be seeking my dad for an ass beating. Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but *Rubs temples*

But anyway. That, among a few more minor things, is why I haven’t been here. I’m quite thoroughly exhausted.

[theminionjcfucked]

The BB23 Houseguests as the people I encountered while I was working at Disney World:

Alyssa: A little girl in a stroller I was attempting to give a sticker to. I crouched down and said “Here’s a sticker Princess!” and she slapped my fucking hand and hissed at me. Her mom was embarrassed and apologized. I was like oh it’s fine but really I was this close from jumping a four year old. I was just trying to give you a goddamn sticker, you ungrateful brat!

Azah: A lady who was vegan ordered the Canadian beer cheese bacon soup and then immediately gagged on it. She then said she didn’t realize the soup wasn’t vegan, even though the menu clearly indicated it. She then said “Man I really got start reading these menus!” Honestly it made me laugh.

Brent: We had received a text message on our station iPad which had a picture of man and instructions that this guy had too much alcohol, was cut off, and to not serve him anything other than water or food. Sure enough, he came around to our area and wanted a beer. We told him we couldn’t serve him that, but offered him a bottle of water and a cut of steak. He got mad, stormed off into a nearby bush, screamed into it, and then came back and said “Fine. I’ll take the water! But no promises I’ll drink it!” He left not too long after. Fucking dumbass.

Britini: Girl on the Safari ride in Animal Kingdom who, every time we passed an animal, burst out into the Lion King opening. She was excited and it was cute. The first time. After that I was over it.

Christian: On Christmas Day, I was cleaning up a dining area, and this man with his two kids were finishing up their meal. There is only one way into this dining area, and it has a trash can right by the entrance, as well as another trash can in the back. He stood up, looked around got a trash can, and then gave up. And instead of leaving the tray filled with trash for me to clean up on the table, he just dumped in on the fucking floor. I had to walk out to our back dock and laugh because it was the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen. Like he had two kids of different ages, which means someone knew how dumb he was and still decided to procreate with him. TWICE! And then as he exited the dining area, he put his tray on the fucking trash can 🙃

Claire: A cast member who was standing outside of the Figment ride. I stopped to tie my shoelace and I said to her “I really like this ride. It’s cute!” And she turned to me with her shades pushed down and said “yeah sure. But the soundtrack makes me want to pour hot cheese sauce directly into my ear drums.” And honestly, I felt that.

Derek F: Guy in the Haunted Mansion ride who was screaming “No ohmigod it’s too dark! I don’t deal with demons, especially not in the dark! Oh now the ghosts are dancing?!? No no no that’s not okay. I gotta get off this shit!” The entire ride. Honestly my favorite time I ever rode it!

Derek X: A chaotic mess of a coworker I had who, on our off day at Epcot, decided he was gonna down ten shots of Beverly (the nastiest soda on earth) and ride Mission: SPACE five times in a row. Surprisingly, he did not puke. But he wasn’t never quite right after that day.

Frenchie: A man once got so wasted in Epcot he started scaling up the pyramid in the Mexico pavilion and had to be escorted out. He’s banned from the park btw.

Hannah: In the big Magic Kingdom cast member cafeteria, one of my coworkers was friends with a character performer who played Cinderella. She waved her over and the girl, who was in sweats but still had her Cinderella wig, jewelry, and make up on, came over, slid into our booth, took a sip of her coke, said “Sup bitches.” I loved her instantly.

Kyland: One time I was in the underground tunnels walking to my work location, and caught a glimpse of Aladdin and Flynn Rider making out in the hallway, in full costume. What a morning that was.

Sarah Beth: During the Halloween party, I was taking pictures with Cruella and I asked her if she just likes dogs and she replied, stone cold “Oh no dear! I’m always down to skin a pussy cat too!” The shit some of these character performer would say!

Tiffany: The one time I was getting my picture taken with Tinkerbell, and I had a bag with her face on it, and the character performer went full ham and said “Oh this just be mine it had my face on it!” Dumped my shit out of my bag and started posing for the photographer. Give her an Emmy!

Travis: A dude who came up and asked me when does Harry Potter come flying out during the parks closing firework show. To which I said sir this is the wrong park, that would be Universal Studios. And he said “wait, this isn’t Diagon Alley?!?” People y’all. People are something else.

Whitney: This lady who screamed at me for our location not having the regular churros. It was close to Christmas and our churros were covered in red and green cinnamon sugar. She insisted she could taste the food dye and demanded the regular churros. I had to refund her after she berated me and then she had the nerve to say “Have a good day!” Bitch.

Xavier: In a small break room in Adventureland, Peter Pan walked in, pulled his phone, and took of his wig to reveal his bald ass head. He then said “Peter’s getting too old for this shit!” A mood.

[nineteenninety-six]

A Tragic Birthday

REQUEST: Could you do an imagine where the reader is a Shelby sister and Tommy’s favourite sibling and one day a deal goes wrong or something and she dies but kinda how grace died, in Tommy’s arms and it’s all hectic. Thanks:)

I was going to take a little break (only to the weekend) because tumblr was stressing me out and annoying me but when I started this, I couldn’t stop and I don’t like sitting on fics.

TW: Death

WORD COUNT: 2681

[PART TWO]

It was (Y/N)’s eighteenth birthday coming up in a week and it was safe to say that she was excited. (Y/N) had been looking forward to that day since her older brother Tommy had promised her a large party to celebrate the year before, and now that it was literally only days away she couldn’t stop buzzing about it, no doubt irritating her older siblings.

(Y/N) was the youngest of the Shelby siblings, a few years younger than Finn and was primarily raised by her Aunt Polly and her eldest brothers Arthur and Tommy. (Y/N) and Tommy were the closest between the siblings and had a special bond, that none of the others could replicate with their youngest sibling but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t close to her other siblings, because she was. In fact, it could be said that she had a special thing with each of her siblings; with Ada, they were close because they were the only girls in the family, Finn was the closest in age to her and they grew up as each other’s best friend, Arthur was the closest thing to a father she had and (Y/N) knew if she needed comforting then he would be the person she went to and John was someone she could rant to without judgment and he was always willing to help her out whenever she got in a sticky situation.

But the bond (Y/N) had with Tommy was different and there was no doubt that they were each other’s, favourite siblings. When their mother had died, Tommy had taken on the role as her primary caretaker, he changed her nappies, bottle-fed her and pretty much did anything a father would do. Polly had told her about how when she was a baby, Tommy would get a large piece of fabric and wrap her in it and secure her to his chest so that her cheeks rested on his chest because she would cry whenever she wasn’t being held by him and that it allowed him to keep her calm and content while he got some work done.

Just as much as (Y/N) hated being away from Tommy, Tommy hated being away from (Y/N) just as bad. He was overly protective when she was born, only allowing his Aunt Polly to get involved and help him out because despite thinking he knew everything, Tommy most definitely did not know how to handle a baby, especially not a newborn but he learnt and adapted and became a dad to her.

(Y/N) were three when Arthur, Tommy and John had to leave and go to war and Tommy to this day still has nightmares of how she screamed and cried to the point where she was almost sick at the train platform where he and the hundreds of other men from Small Heath were leaving from. (Y/N) didn’t understand what war was or why were her brothers were leaving but she did understand that her Tommy was leaving and she hated it.

Tommy had made a thousand promises to (Y/N) as he held her in his arms that day on the platform, repeatedly promising to come back alive and well and that he would never abandon her again and Tommy wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to keep them but he made it his goal to come back to her and the rest of his family.

But he didn’t break those promises and four years later, he was sobbing into the dress of a seven-year-old (Y/N), who was crying just as hard into his neck. The only time (Y/N) ever left Tommy’s arms the rest of that day was to hug her other brothers but other than that, (Y/N) was stuck to Tommy’s side. She was silent at first, slightly awkward around her brother who she hadn’t seen in years but it didn’t take long for her to become comfortable and start to quietly mutter into Tommy’s ear about everything he had missed whilst he was away and Tommy sat there in shock as she did so, marvelling at how much his little girl has grown. When he had left, she had just started to string sentences together but now she could speak in full sentences and was chatty, something he guessed she picked up from Ada.

That night as (Y/N) was curled up into a ball asleep beside him, Tommy cried once again. He was glad he was back home and alive but he knew nothing was going to be the same anymore but he was determined to keep things as normal as possible for her whilst she grew up and he was going to create a good life and world for her to live in.

And now eleven years after he’s returned home from the war, he’s pushed all his work to the side to prepare for the birthday of his little munchkin. Tommy had been dealing with an issue for the past week which involved one of his clients thinking he was overpaying for the Peaky Blinders services and was now demanding a refund. One that obviously Tommy refused to give.

Tommy called in the person who had knocked on the door, not even bothering to look up from the paperwork he was looking through.

“Hello to you too, Tommy.” The person said as they stepped into the office, moving to sit in one of the chairs that sat in front of Tommy’s desk.

Tommy grinned when they spoke up, instantly recognising the voice,

“Good morning (Y/N), what have I done to be blessed with your presence this early in the morning?”

“I have the finalised cost list for the party.” Tommy pushed his other work to the side and took the piece of paper from (Y/N)’s fingers and skimmed his eyes over it, letting out a low whistle at the final amount,

“You plan on bleeding me dry eh?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and smiled, “Don’t even try it. I know my party costs less than what the Garrison re-opening did.”

“How do you know how much the Garrison cost?” Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“I just do.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, a smug look on her face.

“Stop tricking Arthur into letting you see the company files” Tommy pointed a non-threating finger at his youngest sister who only rolled her eyes.

(Y/N) bit her lip in nervousness before she spoke up, “It’s not too expensive, is it? I can remove some stuff if you want!”

Tommy got up from his seat and walked around his desk and leant on it, patting (Y/N) on the head, “It’s not expensive, don’t worry, I was only teasing I’m sorry. You don’t turn eighteen everyday eh?”

“You’re the best Tommy!” (Y/N) leapt up and tightly hugged her brother.

“I know.”

Tommy laughed at (Y/N)’s scoff.

“Any plans for today?” Tommy asked as he went back around his desk and sat back down.

“Ada’s taking me down to London to pick up my dress.”

“Hmm, spending the whole day?”

“I think so. I mean we might as well. Karl and Finn are coming along too so we should be able to find something to do.” (Y/N) made her way to the door.

“Have fun.”

“Will do!” She called over her shoulder as she left his office

It was the day before (Y/N)’s birthday and the clients of Tommy’s that thought they were being scammed have only become an irritant to Shelby brothers, making threats and destroying property has become their form of revenge and attention-grabbing at the moment but none of them could do anything at that moment, all three of them making a promise to their youngest sister not to do anything gang related on the day off or the day before her birthday. (Y/N) desperately not wanting her birthday to be ruined and her brother understood and promised her that they wouldn’t. It was bugging Tommy that he had to wait on retaliating on them but he told himself years ago that his family came above everything else, especially his (Y/N).

On the morning of her birthday, (Y/N) slipped out of her bed and crawled into Tommy’s, his arm automatically wrapping her shoulder as she curled into his side. This was a semi-common occurrence between the two of them, originating from when Tommy started to try and put (Y/N) in her own bed in her own room for the night when she was a year old but it only took a few hours before (Y/N) was climbing out of her bed or Tommy himself took her back to his room. Though it had become less of a thing as (Y/N) grew up as her room was pretty much the only place that she could get peace and quiet and privacy from her wild family. (Y/N)’s room became her sanctuary.

“Good morning, Tommy!” (Y/N) chirped

“G’morning princess.” Tommy lit himself a cigarette, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Here.” Tommy had pulled out a jewellery box from the draw in his bedside table and held it out to her.

“What’s this?” (Y/N) didn’t open the box straight away.

“My gift to you.”

“I thought the party was your gift to me”

“Take the gift (Y/N) or I’ll throw it in the bin.”

“Alright alright, christ almighty.”

(Y/N) slowly opened the box and gasped at what laid inside. It was a diamond necklace, simple yet elegant. Exactly (Y/N)’s style.

“Oh, Tommy. It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“Glad you like it. Now get washed and dressed, I’m still taking you out for brunch.”

(Y/N) quickly kissed his cheek and left his room, not wanting to delay.

After their brunch, (Y/N) spent the rest of the day getting ready for the party and running around fretting about the smallest things, only settling down after a threat from Ada. After several impatient shouts from John and Finn, (Y/N) was finally making her way downstairs to the rest of her family who made of a series of appreciative noises when they saw her, causing her to smile.

“You look wonderful darling.” Polly walked over to her and gave her a hug before leading her outside and towards the Garrison where the party was being held, the rest of the family following behind them.

“How’s your day been so far?” Polly asked her.

“Good! Brunch with Tommy was great as per usual.” (Y/N) grinned.

(Y/N) usually had brunch with Tommy and then dinner with the rest of her family on her birthday but because this year was slightly different, they were doing dinner the next day.

“I’m glad.” Polly patted her hands and they continued their journey with small nonsense chatter, Ada and Esme quickly joining in.

The party was already in full swing when they arrived, drinks were being passed around and the music was pounding and as soon as she stepped foot into the pub, (Y/N) was dragged away by her friends, the bunch of them squealing and giggling. Tommy and his brothers were sat on a table tucked away but placed somewhere where they can see pretty much the whole room but despite that, they couldn’t see who had slipped into the pub.

Tommy too deep into conversation with Jeremiah Jesus and one too many drinks deep meant that he didn’t notice that something was up until the music suddenly stopped and screams erupted, and as he looked up to see what was happening, his blood ran cold at what he saw.

His little sister trapped in the arms of the client that was pissed off at him, with his gun held to her temple. The man wasn’t by himself, he had brought along two other men. (Y/N) was frozen in shock, afraid that one small mistake would result in her getting hurt.

Tommy slowly stood up and noticed his brothers and other Peaky Blinders do the same thing, each of them pulling out their guns. They easily outnumbered the three men but that didn’t matter as Tommy’s top priority was (Y/N)’s safety

“Thomas Shelby! We’re tired of being taken advantage of by people like you. We’ll have it no more!” One of the men shouted.

“Okay, alright. I hear you. Let’s talk, okay? But before that, I’m going to need you to let all these people go okay, they’re innocent.” Tommy gestured to people plastered to the walls of the Garrison, (Y/N)’s friends crying.

The man nodded and everyone quickly ran out, the only people left in the pub being Tommy, Arthur, John, Finn, Polly, Ada and Michael.

“Now, let the woman in your arms go. She’s just a teenager.”

The leader was the man holding (Y/N) and hesitated before he stood his ground, “No! If I let her go then you’ll just kill me. I want my money back Shelby!”

Arthur grumbled unhappily and shifted, causing Tommy to hold out his arm in warning.

“If you let her go we won’t.” Tommy placed his gun on the table as a sign of truce, “Just let her go.”

The man slowly nodded and loosened his grip allowing (Y/N) to slip through a take a slow step forward, sobs spilling through her lips. “You’re alright, you’re fine. C’mon.” Tommy held out his arms for (Y/N) and took a step towards her.

“No! Stop letting him win, it’s not fair!” One of the man’s sidemen shouted in rage before a loud bang sounded.

The room was silent as everyone tried to understand what had happened and it was until stuttered gasps left (Y/N) did Tommy understand what had happened.

“No!” Tommy raced over to (Y/N) and caught her in his arms just as her legs buckled.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.” Tommy slowly lowered himself to ground with her in his arms. (Y/N)’s blood spilling through her dress and on to him.

“(Y/N), n-no p-please. O-oh god no”

(Y/N) let out a soft noise of distress as Tommy harshly pressed on the bullet wound.

“I know precious, I know it hurts but I have to do it.” Tommy didn’t even realise he was crying until (Y/N) gently flinched when a tear fell on her face.

“Polly! Polly help!” Tommy heard the clicking of his aunt’s heels before he felt her pushing his hands away. “Polly-- no I’ve got to help her”

“Tommy, let me check on her okay?” His aunt convinced him to move away so check on (Y/N)

Tommy had been so engrossed with (Y/N) that he had no idea what going elsewhere until a hand on his shoulder brought him out of his trance. It was Arthur and John was right behind him, both had blood splattered on them. Finn was crouched down by (Y/N)’s head softly brushing her hair back as he whispered into her ear, Tommy could see the tears slowly sliding down his face.

“Tommy” His aunt had a defeated look on her face and slowly shook her head.

“No! You’re wrong!” Tommy pushed past his aunt and shoved Finn aside so that he could fully bring (Y/N) into his arms, slowly rocking for side to side, loudly sobbing.

(Y/N) was in too much pain to speak and used the remnants of her energy to squeeze Tommy’s hand as tight as she could before she finally passed.

Tommy felt (Y/N) slightly slump in his arms and knew what had happened, letting a loud cry of pain. Tommy heard the cries and shouts and tears of his family around him but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, he was too wrapped up in the pain of his youngest sister that was more like a daughter to him an how her death was his fault.

His darling girl was dead.

[halothenthehorns]

All in the Family

Chapter 31: The Very Secret Diary

Remus felt a deep pull on his core, one he instantly recognized that had nothing to do with once again blinking into new surroundings they had not been in moments ago. Moonlight glinted in through the arched windows of the Gryffindor dormitory, but he cared not what or who he stumbled over as he lurched to the ledge and peered out helplessly beyond. The clouds were wispy, the moon bright and high in the sky, but not full. Two, perhaps one day tops.

He pressed his sweating brow to the glass with gratitude, already sensing the others getting much more slowly to their feet and recognizing Sirius placing his hand on his shoulder before he even looked over to check.

"You have got to be kidding me!" James began loudly causing a distraction. "We get blocked from entering the Slytherin's dorms, but we just get plopped into ours! Who's controlling this mess, I demand a refund!"

"I wasn't aware you were paying for this ride," Peter huffed as he rubbed his forehead against the offending trunk it had crashed against. "Mind if I get my share back?"

"Urgh, I don't know how on Earth we're going to find the book in this mess," Alice scowled about the place as she brushed a sock from her head.

"Charming little place," Frank agreed, having half landed under a bed and getting the joy of a toad leaping away from his face in surprise. Trevor, if he recalled correctly.

"Don't know what you lot are complaining about, we've finally got some beds!" Black cheered, pulling his friend away from the window and collapsing on the nearest one with an exhausted look in place that, to be fair, likely was not faked.

"How long have we been at this?" Potter agreed, flouncing on the floor and yanking the blankets off of the perch his friends had claimed. "I say we don't even bother looking for the next part of this mess until morning and get some shut eye!"

"Well I'm glad you lot can get comfortable," Lily sighed, staying where she'd landed at the foot of the available mattresses, eyeing it as if fearing it was going to consume her in her sleep. Even in the familiarity of being back up in her tower, if not the girls portion, she could not shake the feeling this castle seemed to be clutching even without the mass of students present. There was something going on she'd never had to fear even in her own time.

Regulus watched silently as, to his surprise, Potter actually ignored her and kept chatting up his three friends in their one space. Alice and Frank blushed scarlet at the sudden implications before them and went to separate beds, Regulus stayed where his was nearest the door, and Evans realized after a moment she was going to be ignored and tentatively began trying to organize the blankets into a more suitable position. Regulus found it quite clever. The last thing Potter could have done to force Evans to sleep in a bed was going all chivalrous and making a space for her. Now she was settling into one with orange drapings all along it silently while just as thoroughly ignoring him.

He decided to take the suggestion himself and stretched out on the last one, the canopy of which had shamrocks dancing along the perimeter and a few pictures of a sandy haired bloke and a tall black kid laughing. He didn't know which was the beds owner, and he didn't care as he closed his eyes and rolled over, trying to get comfortable. It took quite some time to fall off to sleep, though he was surprised Sirius still whispering incomprehensibly was helping. It reminded him of home, where he could often hear Kreacher going about the place at all hours, and the portraits whispering, the wind ripping through the old house.

It didn't take that long before Peter decided to risk it, transforming into Wormtail and creeping along to each bed and checking carefully to see all others asleep. He went so far as to give their noses little licks, but the worst reaction was Longbottom tossing violently over in his sleep and muttering, his snores nearly knocking Wormtail off the bed. Then Peter popped back over to his friends, who all had heavy lidded eyes themselves, but were grateful to stop whispering about Quidditch statistics for once upon his nod.

"This is getting too close guys!" Remus managed hoarsely. He couldn't even pretend to not be holding painfully tight to Sirius' arm, he desperately needed some anchor to those around him instead of the death threat hanging just outside this window in the night.

"Relax Moony, I told you I had a plan," James promised, the others having to almost read his lips in the poor light. They wished they'd had this conversation back out in the zoo where no one had been around, but they'd been too afraid of risking their conversation being carried through magic. Regulus hadn't once questioned what all had transpired when they'd been out of sight, so they'd just have to run on the assumption they'd have to watch every word they said no matter the location. They may not get another chance like this for awhile.

"And what, pray tell, would you lot have done in such a confined area if I'd transformed and began trying to kill everything in sight?!" Remus' voice only restrained from screaming by doing the opposite, the words horribly jumbled together and barely intelligible to those around him.

"Easy, we pin you down, Peter would get through the chapter like all our lives depended on it. Then, when we flashed out of here, we'd just have to erase their memories of what happened, reread the chapter they all missed, and poof, problem solved!"

Remus wondered how long his friend had been certifiable without him noticing. Possibly back when they'd decided to keep hanging around after learning his secret and he'd ignored it.

"That is the stupidest thing I've heard in my life." Peter thankfully agreed with him.

"I'm not hearing you two come up with any better ideas," Sirius snipped, but the uneasy frown on his face told enough, he was no more sold on this.

"Prongs, remember when you got electrocuted at the Dursleys?" Remus tried to remind him, straining not to inflect in his voice how idiotic his friend was.

James clearly did as he flexed the digits uncomfortably. His hand still hadn't seemed to fully heal from the event, even if he did seem to have it back in working order. It was mending, slowly.

"The words from the book vanished until you came back around. Merlin knows what would happen to it if one of us died, we'd probably be stuck in that spot forever! I don't think erasing knowledge of the book will help anything!"

"We wouldn't be erasing knowledge from the book, I told you we'd reread the chapter and give it back, just not certain unavoidable events that happened," James insisted with confidence.

Remus licked his lips and again looked nervously out the window.

"Thankfully, time still seems to be on our side and it hasn't been a problem yet," Sirius said with just a touch more confidence. "At least we have a starting point for a plan. Let's get some shut-eye while we can."

Remus slumped against the headboard, knowing even as exhausted as he was he wasn't going to sleep a wink. He felt colder every second, helped nothing by Sirius sliding off the bed and joining the other two in a sort of pile along the floor.

His stomach kept twisting into painful knots, and every single time he managed to unravel just a bit by the reminder his friends wouldn't let anything happen to the innocent people around him, it only went even more taught at the idea he'd kill one of them in the process. He curled into himself and kept looking blearily out the window, the reflective surface tormenting him as it grew brighter every second.

"Moony?"

It had to have been hours later, he'd watched the slow process as it trickled across the sky in his mind's eye, but he couldn't so much as let one finger free of the cramped position he'd set himself in. Sirius slid up on the bed beside him again, wriggling his fingers in until he'd unfastened both his hands and then finally pulled those apart. Remus finally rolled his head around to see the dark silver of his eyes. They were nothing like the bright color he so feared.

"I decided to take Prongs' advice and have a chat with you while we could," Sirius crawled up and laid along his back, so that he was whispering in his ear, one hand still gripping his to make sure he couldn't pull himself back away. "Don't worry, they're both asleep. I'd say I'd know after nearly five years." He added on when Remus didn't respond.

"What did you want to talk about?" He muttered back, his own voice sounding like a strangers it dragged so badly.

"Don't know," he admitted. "Just couldn't sleep."

Well that was a lie, otherwise he wouldn't have 'wanted a chat' when the other two were out. Remus kept himself quiet and let Sirius build up whatever was on his mind. When he finally got it, it wasn't quite what he was expecting.

"I think Peter knows."

"Eh?"

"Hmm," was his only mutter for a moment, before he kept going in a soft whisper right into his ear, "he's been watching us. Course, he watches everything, but still."

"If this is your idea of pillow talk, it's lacking," was all he could think to say.

"Remus, I mean it," Sirius muttered, trying to draw his legs up to him but instead just knocking them into Remus' knees. He kept them there instead, Sirius now entirely along his back as much as he could.

"You want to tell them?" He finally asked. If Sirius had been trying to give him something else to think about, it had worked.

"I don't like keeping things from either of them. I get the feeling they're going to know sooner rather than later, and we should tell them before that."

"We haven't even told each other what we've been doing." He huffed as a get around. He flashed back to the moment he'd started this by kissing Sirius back. He'd justified it to himself at the time as a way to draw Sirius back to him and find some way to stop the fighting, the panicked look across his mates face when he'd first done it clearly meaning he hadn't any more to go on. Now he was worried he'd jumped the gun on the right way to do that, even if he couldn't regret it as he finally started to relax along the warm body. "Can't we at least wait until we get out of this crazy mess?" He asked more quietly still, worried Sirius had nodded off in the silence as he went through his mind for an answer.

"Yeah, yeah that's fair. This has got to stop eventually. As much as I'm not enjoying living through Prongs' sons crazy life and all."

Remus snorted quietly in agreement to that. "Think there's really some monster running around this castle?"

"I'm thinking it more likely with every passing event in this kids life. I just can't put my finger on what."

Remus hadn't let himself think on it himself, so invested in everything else going on. He finally let himself fall into a fit of uneasy sleep as the silvery moon finally faded behind his heavy eyes. Sirius smiled, and slowly as he was capable of, inched himself away from Remus until he slid back between James and Peter on the floor. Remus still slept on.

Alice had suffered quite a few abrupt awakenings. One when her cousin came over for the summer and thrown her things all over Alice's bed in welcoming, another as her dorm-mates cat pissed on her, but none quite so memorable as Frank kissing her good morning. She smiled up at him and curled tighter into her warm bed as he brushed at her hair before some part of conciseness returned and she murmured, "what are you doing in here?"

"I'm pretty sure we've yet been able to fully answer that," Frank reminded her kindly. She blinked the haze away and finally realized she was not in her own dorm, but still up in Gryffindor tower. There was water running somewhere in the background, she realized as she sat up slowly. She found the Marauders all awake and moving about, much quieter than she would have given them credit for, though still being their usual selves and going through all the available school trunks. Pettigrew was at the foot of hers and tossing things around, a football of all things bouncing against the opposite wall.* It was noticeable they all had slightly damp hair, and their clothes looked just a bit less worn.

She looked properly around her own setting for the first time, some glimmers of unease still present she'd slept in a stranger's bed. This boy was either a muggle-born or had a clear love for them, as he had a poster of one of their sports up that wasn't even moving, though a few pictures scattered around of a tall, dark skinned lad and a sandy-haired boy in someone's backyard messing around with the same football that had just been tossed around.

"They claim to be looking for that," Frank stage whispered as he gestured to the book that was sitting clearly on the bedside table of the bed Frank had been sleeping in.

She stretched as she got out from under the covers and went over to it, sitting down there instead as they'd clearly already been through this place, in far too much detail. There was a pair of pants with all the pockets turned inside out right near the foot of the bed. Frank followed and put another easy arm around her, gesturing before she could grab the book, "had you been wondering what Neville looked like?"

She had, admittedly, and was just as pleased as she was shocked when Frank reached into the bedside cabinet and pulled out a moving picture. It was a family portrait. Frank began pointing out people clearly from his side of the family, but she couldn't spare a glance for any of them, even her future mother in law with a vulture for a hat. Her son, the youngest by far, was standing half behind her in the photo, his little face only peaking out every few seconds the brightest spot.

At first she thought her son had inherited all of his fathers looks along with just his family, with that light blond hair and kind brown eyes. It wasn't until he peaked out again she could spot her own face inlaid with her child's, the kindness she felt pouring from him.

Smiling with pride and very carefully keeping the picture in her grasp as she moved to take the book, she vowed to keep this with her as long as she could get away with. First she couldn't help but stop and look around herself once more with an uneasy feeling. This bed then, her sons, was the only one without any sort of defining marker. She locked eyes with Frank, the worry passing between them as real as Potter flinging textbooks about with abound.

"Aren't all diary's very secret?" The elder Black laughed as he strolled by, checking carefully under each bed for something that was beyond both of them.

"Shouldn't you wait for Regulus to get out?" Pettigrew called over.

In answer, the water stopped, and the younger Black stepped out, toweling his hair and straightening his shirt.

Alice and Frank looked relieved, and Lily reluctant, but they all took turns in the second years boys bathroom. It was simple enough, everything done up in silver and gold of course, with lions embroidered into all the linen. Thankfully the plumbing was working just fine, the settings for the taps were the same in their respective bathrooms, and the laundry shoot still magicked their clean clothes back to them by the time they were all freshened up.

"I'm not surprised the school would think Hermione got attacked," Evans said as she came over to sit beside them on the edge of the bed, taking a brush to her long locks, finally. It was amazing how relaxed they all felt after a little hot water, and the schools magic still somehow managed to know what products each of them used.

"I'm just hoping it makes all those kids realize how stupid it is to think Harry's the one doing this, attacking his friend." Potter seemed to agree with her, stopping his shenanigans of tossing bed sheets around to smile winningly over at her.

She turned away, not taking notice of the water dripping upon the bed, but her nose didn't go quite as high in the air as usual when he talked to her.

"I still don't find it a particularly brilliant idea for Harry to be back around that bathroom," Remus muttered as he sorted through the third trunk.

"Hasn't done anyone any harm," Sirius shrugged as he passed by, tapping his chin as he eyed a pair of trainers. He held one up to his foot, then tossed it away without satisfaction.

"It can't be coincidence this place now has two random events like this," Remus insisted, abandoning a magazine over Great Locations of Kenmare.

"Myrtle floods her bathroom a dozen times a year," Sirius continued trying to ignore him. "Just because Harry found a ruddy book in there some broad wanted to flush away shouldn't mean anything- Oi, Wormtail! Stop sniffing the damn Fudge Flies and come here!"

Peter left Ron's bedside and came over with a harassed expression in place. "Whatever you want to try out on me this time Sirius, the answer's no."

"Why do you always assume it's that?" Sirius asked innocently, then kept going before he could retaliate. "Nah, Moony thinks something's up with this book Harry found, and I want someone else over here laughing at him with me. Cause more of an impact."

"You two are horrible to each other," Peter told him pleasantly. "That wouldn't work anyways, because I'm on his side, listen," he insisted when the background noise of Harry's Valentines settled down and he realized something was odd about it.

James was still snickering about the Valentine his poor son had received, while Evans was looking mortified about the same and desperately wishing that book wasn't giving Potter ideas. Regulus had been spending the whole time in the windowsill, admittedly enjoying the high view. Everyone froze as Alice went on to describe the sentient book.

"Do you think it's in here? Now?" Alice hissed as if she feared it would hear her.

"No," Potter said at once with confidence, taking a cautious step away from Harry's part of the room anyways. "No, we've been looking through this stuff all morning, haven't seen a trace of it."

An awkward silence still hung as Smith forced herself to continue, which only grew worse when Harry was sucked right into the pages.

Everyone remained frozen until it became clear Harry was in no immediate danger, as no one in this odd memory from the diary could see him. Potter, clearly trying to act as always as if this were all casual news, went back over to his sons things and began looking around with even more vigor.

The rest of the Marauders seemed to decide this same tactic, while the three still on the bed drew closer to each other. Alice's voice only shook a bit at reading of something like this, and it only grew more confusing as she reached the end and this Riddle seemed on the verge of finding the true culprit.

"Aha!"

Alice looked over in surprise as Potter quickly stowed something out of sight with a sheepish expression, clearly regretting his outburst. He'd been spending an inordinate amount of time at Harry's trunk and around his bed, and she found it almost sweet if a little obnoxious that's how he was trying to learn about his kid instead of paying attention to the book about him.

"What was that?" Frank asked as politely as he could manage.

"I, ah, found one of Lockhart's signature books Harry got! Bet that's going to be worth a fortune, I'm going to nick it!"

She and Frank exchanged a look of how much they believed that, but Alice hoped this creepy memory was almost done with already and ignored them.

Sirius wasn't listening, he'd finally found a pair he was sure would fit.

"Here Reg, put these on," Sirius said while tossing a pair of boots at his head. Regulus caught one, the other landed on top of his bare foot. A pair of socks quickly followed the same pattern.

"I don't need your help," Regulus snapped as he pushed both away. "I could get some on my own if I wanted to."

Sirius scowled down at him. "You want to wind up back in the Forest or some nonsense barefoot, fine."

Peter watched Sirius strut away, as much as he could in such a small space, back over to James. The two started up a whispered conversation while James kept patting his pocket, and Peter rolled his eyes. He instead turned his attention to Regulus with a sympathetic smile. "He means well."

"I'm not going to bother responding to you if you're just going to defend your mate over there," he huffed.

"I'm just saying," Peter put his hands up defensively. "He bosses me around all the time to. Think that's how he shows he cares."

"And he claims he's nothing like our parents," Regulus rolled his eyes and looked back out the window without further comment.

Sirius had watched the whole thing, and blew a frustrated breath when Peter joined them. "Little idiots going to get a toe cut off or something and I'm just going to laugh at him."

"Souvenir?" Remus offered, before all four burst out laughing just as they were transported away again, none having the chance to realize just what exactly Alice had said before it was too late.

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May need to take a break

Ace here. I think we need to talk.

I’m kinda not okay right now. I’m super stressed out because of my job. I work as a CSR for Domino’s, and due to high labor costs, I’ve been cut down to 22 hours a week. I am literally scraping by, living off of tips and sustaining myself on Chef Boyardee. The other day my debit card began acting up, and my roommate had to buy my Lyft for me.

Trey and I are being transferred to a newer Domino’s that’s opening up next week. While it would be good because I’ll be able to go back to full time and make more tips, it’s farther away from my apartment so Lyft prices are going to go up.

I’m not sure if I have told you all, but the friend K(the one that blamed me for everything) still fucking hates me, to the point that when Trey tried to reason with him, K punched the shit out of him. He had to get 3 stitches on the inside of his mouth, and his mom kicked me out. Thankfully I already had a place so I wasn’t going to end up homeless. This was in September, and Kevin still blames me for it all. Not to mention that, unless I left our Discord server, he wasn’t going to pay Trey back a large debt.(Trey had loaned him $3,000 at one point)

My health has been horrible lately. At one point I covered a manager shift as well as my own shift. I worked from 12:45 p.m. to 02:30 a.m, which was a 14 hour shift.

Because of what that Satan spawn M did, I tested positive on B.V., and had to take antibiotics. They had been giving me bad anxiety and the doctor told me to lessen the dosage after a small break. The next morning I took a half pill. Between stress, exhaustion, and the medication, I was really not feeling good.

I had needed to sit down because I legitimately felt sick. When my boyfriend went to check on me, he saw me kinda slumped over in the seat. He put his hand on my shoulder and I fell out of the chair and onto the floor.

I was unconscious for 4 minutes.

Trey practically had to carry me to his car so he could take me home, I could barely stand. The next day I showed up an hour early so that I could make it up, and my assistant manager yelled at me, saying that I fucked everyone over by leaving early.

My phone broke on the same day, so I had to buy a new one a week later. Some credit score company charged me 40 bucks so I have to wait on them to refund me. Most likely I’ll be without phone service for a few days.

I ended up overdrafting my debit card on a Thanksgiving present for my mom, and got no thank you whatsoever. They’re idea of thanking me was sending that LOVELY text to my grandma. Not to mention said sister declining my call and my brother downright hanging up on me when I told him who it was.

I don’t know why I try for them, it’s just never enough.

I’m still battling some personal shit from when M took advantage of me. My aunt demanded the whole story a while ago and that kinda wasn’t fun, reliving that. Trey and I are having sex, but small things are causing me to shut down and have panic attacks during sex.

I have made several forms of social media recently and M pops up on the recommended for you on every single one. To be honest just seeing him makes me scared. I went through my old phone trying to export some of the files on there and some of the things from back then were still on there. Text streams, screenshots, photos, and even an audio recording from then...just seeing it all made me want to fucking vomit.

I’m really not doing too well so I may need to take a small break until I get some personal shit figured out. Sorry, guys.