#mon prom au

[jay-simps]

More thoughts on Monster Prom sona "hair" is a lot of twigs, fashioned into a low pony tail (when not in a hat) about chest length. face is typical burlap sack, with stitches for mouth and sewn-on button eyes. Can emote via cartoon mask logic. rest of skin is also a burlap stitched together deal, all insides are straw.

apparel is violet flannel over a black graphic tee depicting a cartoon bedsheet ghost in electric blue, black denim jeans, navy blue canvas shoes and a slouchy gray beanie.

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Okay here's a timeline if you ever want to write an Ishimondo 1980s fanfic

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus (Mondo POV, first meeting-ish, the first verse is talking about Taka, Mondo alredy has a crush at that moment, second verse isn't about the boyfriend but about Taka's dad who is, and i'm quoting from the song «a dick, And he brings a gun to school and he'd simply kick, My ass if he knew the truth» and he « doesn't know who I am and he doesn't give a damn about me», last verse homecoming or whatever, Taka confess to Mondo and offers him a date in a drive-in-movie, Mondo is surprised but accept and they pass the rest of prom together)

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Bubble Pop Electric by Gwen Stefani (Taka POV, Of course all the parts before «Goodbye Mom !» is Taka getting ready (+ his mom having his back and hiding the fact that Taka is going on a date by making sure that Takaaki is asleep when Taka leaves, Takaaki is a heavy sleeper.) The rest after that is Taka Humm... Having fun... And riding :) then they get home because it's almost midnight go sleep child. And Mondo tease Taka a bit before leaving lol)

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Scotty Doesn't Know (Mondo POV, we finally see the Crazy Diamonds wish are a small bands with Daiya being their manager (because he is immortal), writting a song about all the fun he's having with Taka behind Takaaki's back because why not he's bored and every gang/deliquents hates Takaaki's ass so let's make fun of him but then OH SHOOT SOMEONE CALLED THE POLICE BECAUSE TOO MUCH NOISES AND NOW TAKAAKI KNOWS SHIT SHIT SHIT-)

Anything else to add ?

OH, OH, OHHH!!! I LOVE! Thanks for some clarification on the AU stuff. ALSO TAKAAKI KNOWING IS THE MOST FUNNIEST SHIT CKDNENE

Oh, Mon, you dumbass. We love you.

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Vulture!Wednesday AU - Part 2

It soon became apparent Wednesday had miscalculated her chances in Jericho City, or just Jericho as the locals called it. 

The incident which had it expelled had occurred near the end of the school year. She had made her preparations for her upcoming transfer and then performed the tracking spell Grandmama taught her. By the time she had launched the spell most Outcasts had left the city for vacation. With them back for the school year, their energies masked and confounded the tracking spell.  Like searching for a grain of sand in the desert.

At least she didn't have a problem finding an abode. Her new residence for the next four years was an abandoned State Hospital. A more Normie way of saying 'Lunatic Asylum'.

"Oh, my little storm cloud, you'll love it." Her father assured her on the ride to the property. Gomez, his wife Morticia and Wednesday were sitting on the back of their modified Pontiac 1938 Silver Streak. It was naturally painted black and with an engine far too powerful for it. Lurch drove the car with Pugsley sitting shotgun. "t is located on the edge of the city, at a cliff by the sea. No Normie will approach you by mistake, your privacy is secured."

"Indeed, you've done a fantastic job, Mon Amour." Her mother agreed, looking at her husband with pride. She turned to Wednesday. "While I applaud your incentive, my dear, don't forget to attend the school. Back in the day, before Jericho became what it is today, your father and I attended Nevermore Academy. It's where we met and fell in love."

"I assure you, Mother, my alibi shall mock the very concept of guilt." Wednesday replied. "Although my focus will be to 'officially' get a diploma. I have no interest in love or other useless distractions."

"I promise you, my little viper, you'll love Nevermore." Gomez assured her.

"Yes, it'll be the perfect school for you." Morticia added.

"Why, because it was perfect for you?" Wednesday replied, her usual ice cold tone rose an octave. "I've been clear before on my choices and they don't include following your footsteps.There are no fencers who can rival me, nor Dark Prom that could tempt me - it offends me you could ever think I'd appreciate such a thing. And as far as the Seance's Society or-"

"I merely meant you'll finally be among peers who'd understand you." Morticia interrupted her, nonchalant. "Maybe you'll even make some friends."

 "To be a friend I'd have to find one I could consider my equal. I doubt there's one teenager in the entire city who's not a slave of their hormones."

"You might be surprised." Gomez replied. "Nevermore isn't like any other school you've ever seen. It's a magical place. It's where I met your mother." He turned to Morticia with an adoring gaze. "And we fell in love."

Gomez and Morticia leaned in for a passionate kiss when Wednesday spoke up.

"You two are making me nauseous." She said, raising her voice. "Not in a good way."

"Darling, we aren't the ones who got you expelled." Her mother reminded her. "That boy's family was going to file 'Attempted Murder' charges. How would that have looked on your record?"

"Terrible." Wednesday conceded. "Everyone would've known I failed to get the job done."

"Ah, here we are!" Gomez said, excited to change the subject.

The car stopped at a gated door chained shut. The family stepped outside the vehicle and took in the view in front of them. A somber monument to a bygone era.

Its weathered facade, fashioned from aging brick and crumbling mortar, evokes a sense of both grandeur and desolation. Towering spires pierce the darkened sky, their jagged edges reaching upward like skeletal fingers grasping for salvation. Gargoyles, frozen in eternal anguish, leer from their perches, their stony gazes silently whispering tales of sorrow and despair.

The Addams unchained the entrance door. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, mingling with the faint echoes of tormented whispers that reverberated through the stillness. The dim glow of lamp light flickered along the cobblestone paths, casting elongated shadows that seem to beckon and warn in equal measure. Broken windows stare out into the night like vacant eyes, their broken frames reflecting the fractured souls that once sought solace within these walls. Within the depths of the hospital, dimly lit corridors stretch like labyrinthine passageways, leading to forgotten wards where the ghosts of the past continue their mournful existence. Faded wallpaper peels from the walls, revealing glimpses of forgotten patterns and lost memories. The floorboards creak underfoot, their mournful groans echoing through the emptiness, while dusty chandeliers, once resplendent, hang precariously, casting dancing shadows upon the desolate halls.

The family stared at the inside in silence, awaiting Wednesday's verdict.

"Perfect." She finally said.

"Yes but there's one slight issue." Gomez said, raising a finger. "I was unable to get the entrance for your suit like you needed it. It'd have brought too much attention if we had the workers open a hole on the side of the cliff."

"Then how do you propose we make one?" Wednesday replied.

The family turned towards Pugsley, who stood silent holding a bag and smiling. After midnight, where no one is there to witness, a small explosion makes a hole on the side of the cliff. It connects to the hospital's basement by a small passageway the family dug during the afternoon. During the next few weeks, Lurch will deliver the pieces necessary to set up the hangar.

But that's for the future. Right now the family makes a simple celebration and turns in for the night.

Tomorrow is Wednesday's first day and, despite what she promised, they wanted to make sure Wednesday gets there in time.

The next day, after hearing the principal give her opening speech, Wednesday is summoned to her office.

"Wednesday, certainly a unique name." Principal Weems says with a smile. They're sitting behind her desk. "I guess it is for the week of the day you were born?"

The woman is remarkably tall (6'3" Wednesday figures) and beautiful. Her blonde hair is almost white and styled to perfection and it matches her dress and coat. That and her bright blue eyes and red lipstick clashed with her pale skin. Everything in her person screams 'professional' and 'authority.'

"No, I was born on a Friday the thirteenth. The name comes from my mother's favorite poem." Wednesday replies, annoyed at having to give the same explanation to anyone who first hears her name.

"I see. I don't suppose she mentioned we were roommates back in the day?" Weems asks.

"It didn't come up." Wednesday replies, annoyed at the pointless chatter. "Why am I here? I have yet to do anything."

"It's not about the present Wednesday but your past." Weems replies as she takes a file from her desk, opens it and begins to read from it. "You certainly had an interesting academic journey. Eight schools in five years. Even for an institution such as ours, Nevermore doesn't allow students with such... reputation. You've requested a special uniform, given the fact this has to do with your medical condition, we allowed it. As a legacy student you are allowed a room in our campus yet you decided to reside outside the city. Given your past history, your family's history, it brings unease. You're here to be reminded of the delicate situation you're in. This was a favor, one other members of the faculty objected to."

Ah, Wednesday almost nods. It's a power display. As expected.

"I assure you, you have nothing to fear from me." Wednesday says with a smile that almost seems to belong to her. "I plan to dedicate myself to my studies during my stay at this institution."

"I'm glad to hear that." Weems replies with a false delight. "Although I must warn you that this school has a mandatory club program. You will have to interact with other students."

"My mother informed me of this." Wednesday replies. "I'm happy to inform you that I've already decided on which club I wish to be part of."

"Oh, really?" Weems' eyes widen ever so slightly. "And what club would it be? The Seance Society, perhaps? Or perhaps the fencing team?"

Wednesday has to fight the urge to scoff at her. Instead her smile widens an inch.

"I was thinking of joining the school's newspaper." She declares with a false sense of pride.

Weems looks at her amused for a few moments, before composing herself.

"Well, I can't say this is what I imagined, but I'm glad you've chosen to step outside your comfort zone. Although there's one problem." Weems noted.

"Which is?" Wednesday asks, for the first time unsure.

"Nevermore no longer has a newspaper team." Weems replies. "With the expansion and the new influx of students we were able to expand the operations as well as our facilities. We now have a small radio club."

Wednesday is frozen in her place. This was news to her.

"Then I guess it's clear what I must do." She replies swiftly.

"And that is?..." Weems leaves the question hanging.

"To adapt to the occasion." Wednesday replies as if it was obvious. "I shall join the radio club."

[problematicseries]

NEW FANFIC SERIE - PROBLEMATIC SEASON 1

18+ content, minors dni

NOTE : this is all for fun, please keep in mind that no hate is sent to any of the people mentioned, THIS IS A FANFIC FOR FUN 🩷

All of the people mentioned in the fanfic are adults

synopsis : incoming

FR FANFIC

Mentions de Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Woonggi (Boys Planet), Jay (Enhypen), Ningning (Aespa), Rosé (Blackpink), Intak (P1H), Mark (NCT), Yeji (Itzy), Jake (Enhypen), Zhang Hao (ZB1), Natty (Kiss of life), Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

ÉPISODE 1 - THE BEGINNING - PROM NIGHT

Le jour se lève sur la ville de Los Angeles, les rayons de soleil effleurent ton visage et te réveille doucement, tu attrapes ton portable sur la table de chevet et regarde l’heure affichant 06:25, tu en profites pour jeter un coup d’oeil aux notifications que tu a pu recevoir cette nuit, dont une trentaine venant de Jang te disant à quel point elle est excitée que vous vous retrouviez au « camp de vacances » lundi.

Évidemment, camp de vacances entre guillemets puisqu’il s’agit plutôt d’un hôtel luxueux sur la côte de Los Angeles réservé tout l’été pour la jeune élite de L.A fraichement diplômée. Ces vacances n’étant réservée qu’aux héritiers les plus riches de Los Angeles, tu as payé le séjour pour ton meilleur ami avec qui tu es INSÉPARABLE: CHA Woonggi. Une petite boule pleine d’énergie positive et toujours présent, ses parents étant ouvriers il ne pouvait se payer le séjour dans cet hôtel luxueux. Ne pouvant imaginer passer cet été sans lui, c’est donc toi qui a réglé les frais; quelque chose que Jang ne comprends toujours pas car selon elle, l’élite ne se mélange pas aux autres classes sociales.

Jang est ta meilleure amie depuis maintenant 12 ans, vous vous êtes toujours bien entendues. Jang est la fille de Monsieur Yuanying, président des Etats-Unis, d’ou son surnom ‘’Presidential Princess’’. Elle a un côté très élitiste mais elle est adorable. Elle a toujours été là pour toi, Jang est vraiment la parfaite meilleure amie; à vrai dire on ne peut rêver mieux.

Tu files te préparer sans même penser au fait que tu n’as toujours pas de cavalier pour t’accompagner au bal ce soir et que pour cette fois, tu n’as ni Jang, ni Ning pour te tenir compagnie car Jang passe la soirée avec Jay et a donc fait une croix sur la couronne pour la seule journée de sa vie, et Ning à été rejoindre Rosé en Corée pour l’obtention de son diplôme là bas, elles devraient cependant être la pour la journée d’ouverture du camp.

Enfilant pour la dernière fois ton uniforme modifié par Jang, tu montes dans la voiture où ton chauffeur t’attends en direction du lycée. Woonggi t’informe qu’il n’a pas eu le temps de passer a Starbucks pour aller chercher vos cafés donc tu demandes à ton chauffeur de s’y arrêter pour chercher vos boissons matinales.

Arrivant sur le parking du lycée, tu sors de la voiture et te dirige en direction de ton casier - toujours aucune trace de Woonggi- tu lui envoies un message auquel il répond « je serais en retard, gardes moi une place », tu soupires et ouvre ton casier.

Tu y retrouves 3 enveloppes avec ton nom sur chacune, tu accroches ton sac de créateur à l’intérieur du casier et commence à ouvrir les enveloppes.

La première vient de Mark, ton voisin de table en cours de chimie :

‘’ Je me permets de t’écrire pour t’exprimer ma profonde admiration pour ta personne et ta présence qui dégage une aura enchanteresse. J’ai longuement réfléchi a la manière dont je pourrais t’exprimer mon désir de partager avec toi une soirée qui, je crois, pourrait être empreinte d’une alchimie particulière. C’est pourquoi je prends la liberté de t’inviter a être ma cavalière au bal ce soir.’’

Etonnée que Mark soit aussi doué avec les mots qu’avec des tubes à essais et des éprouvettes, tu décides de continuer en ouvrant la deuxième enveloppe.

La deuxième enveloppe, parfumée de vanille, vient de Yeji :

‘’ Coucou ma belle, je trouverais ça sympa que pour cette année, on ait 2 reines pour le bal : toi et moi.’’

Yeji est la fille à la pointe de la mode du lycée, facile quand tes parents dirigent la maison FENDI, cependant, Yeji a un charme hors du commun et personne ne lui résiste, un pilier de marbre pourrait fondre avec un simple clin d’oeil de sa part.

Même si l’idée était tentante, tu décides d’ouvrir la dernière lettre mais tu te fais interrompre par Jake se présentant derrière ton casier.

Jake est ton voisin depuis toujours, vous avez grandi ensemble, vos parents étant de très bons amis, tu le vois plus que régulièrement. Les parents de Jake détiennent des puits pétroliers partout dans le monde mais Jake refuse d’être vu comme ‘’un fils à papa bourré de fric’’ selon ses dires; ceci explique son style relativement chill et casual. Jake est plutôt du genre à lire des livres et étudier à la bibliothèque plutôt que de faire la fête et aller au golf le dimanche; ce qui fait partie de son charme.

« Oh désolé je t’ai fais peur ? Je n’avais pas vu que tu étais si occupée avec tes invitations au bal de promo… je me trompes ? » dit-il en froissant un morceau de papier dans sa poche.

Tu réponds avec un grand sourire « Non Jake ne t’en fais pas, je lisais juste les 3 pauvres invitations que j’ai reçu pour le bal de ce soir, Jang n’étant pas la, je dois prendre la relève pour la couronne cette fois ci »

Jake décroche un sourire en disant « ouf, sauvé de la reine des abeilles pour une fois ».

Vous rigolez ensemble puis il indique qu’il doit encore rendre quelques livres à la bibliothèque avant ce soir donc il te laisse en s’inclinant et disant « à ce soir notre nouvelle reine de la ruche »

Tu le tapes gentiment et il s’éclipse en direction de la bibliothèque.

Tu ouvres donc la troisième lettre fermée par un sceau de cire rose avec les initiales ‘’I.H’’

‘’ J’espère que cette lettre trouve son chemin jusqu’a toi avec tout l’éclat qui t’entoure. Il est rare de rencontrer quelqu’un qui incarne l’élégance et la grâce avec autant de naturel, je suis honoré de pouvoir t’écrire ces mots. En contemplant la perspective du bal de promo qui approche à grands pas, il m’est venu à l’esprit qu’une soirée partagée avec toi serait une expérience inoubliable. L’idée d’une danse en ta compagnie et de partager des moments empreints de complicité me semble d’une attirance magnétique. J’espère sincèrement que tu accepteras cette invitation et que nous pourrons créer ensemble une énergie qui transcendera cette soirée.’’ signé par Hwang Intak.

HWANG INTAK ????? Intak est le fils de Monsieur Hwang, premier héritier de l’empire LVMH, Intak est la définition de l’homme élégant, toujours bien habillé et bien présenté (le minimum pour un héritier du monde du luxe vous me direz) cependant, Intak est le type de garçon qui aime avoir plusieurs filles a ses pieds… Raison pour laquelle tu n’as jamais trop eu d’intérêt pour lui, et de toutes façons, ta relation avec Sumin t’as suffit.

Tu emmènes les 3 enveloppes avec toi dans l’auditorium pour parler de l’organisation du bal de ce soir, bien décidée à demander de l’aide a Woonggi pour choisir qui t’accompagnera ce soir.

45 minutes après le début de la réunion, tu aperçois Woonggi se glisser derrière les tables jusqu’a arriver a ta hauteur.

Il te dit en chuchotant « Merci pour le macchiatto mais j’ai une super bonne excuse pour ce retard ! »

Tu le regardes en faisant la moue « Je t’écoutes wookie »

Il rétorque « Bon tu vois Hao ? je lui ai demandé si l’on pouvait aller ensemble au bal ce soir pour apprendre à se connaitre vu qu’on va passer plusieurs jours ensemble cet été… et il a dit oui ! »

Tu interromps Woonggi tout de suite « Attends… Hao le frère de Jang ? T’es au courant qu’elle va péter un cable pour ça ? t’as déjà oublié tout le discours sur l’élite bla-bla-bla »

Woonggi réponds « La princesse présidentielle n’est pas là ce soir, si personne ne lui dit elle n’en saura rien » dit-il en ricanant.

Tu en profites pour sortir les enveloppes de ton sac a main et les tend a Woonggi en lui demandant de les lire.

Après la première lecture des 3 lettres, il en exclue une : Mark.

« L’alchimie, la chimie, tous les jeux de mots c’est bien sympa mais j’aimerai éviter que ça explose, c’est un mec qui pourrais t’ennuyer et ce soir je veux te voir t’amuser. »

Il continue « Bon ensuite Yeji… l’idée est top mais Yeji risque de te voler la lumière sur scène.. je suis sûr qu’elle va débarquer avec une robe dessinée par son père, pas encore en vente et on en parlera que d’elle, pas sûr que ça plaise à Jang. »

Il ne reste donc que la dernière enveloppe, celle d’Intak qu’il te tend en disant « on à trouve ton cavalier ! »

17:30 : fin de la journée.

Woonggi te fait signe avec un petit clin d’oeil, sûrement par rapport à ce soir.

Tu te diriges vers ton chauffeur qui t’attend mais Jake arrive devant toi avec son vélo « on fait le chemin du retour ensemble ? » te proposes t’il avec un grand sourire.

« J’adorerais Jake mais je suis assez pressée je dois aller me préparer pour ce soir, ça va me prendre pas mal de temps.. »

Il répond « ah donc tu as choisi ton cavalier pour ce soir ? Si toutefois tu me cherches, je serais dans un coin de la salle avec mon livre ! » et s’en va avec un petit geste de la main pour te saluer.

Tu montes dans la voiture et commence à écrire à Jang

« Je vais au bal avec Intak, tu verrais sa lettre tu larguerais Jay »

« INTAK HWANG ??? tu fais fort ma fille, bois pas trop je veux absolument te voir avec la couronne sur la tête ce soir ! et pour Jay … ne raconte pas de bêtises tu sais très bien que princesse présidentielle ne fait que de bons choix ! J’ai hâte de te voir demain tu me manques.»

Tu arrives devant chez toi et monte te préparer.

Tu en profites pour sortir la robe que tu as acheté avec Jang pour l’occasion : une robe longue noire reflétant chaque rayon de lumière, fendue sur le côté avec un grand décolleté laissant la place à un collier, ne sachant pas encore lequel mettre avec cette sublime robe.

Ton téléphone vibre ‘’1 NOUVEAU MESSAGE : INTAK’’

« ne mets rien autour de ton cou, mon chauffeur viendra te chercher ce soir, j’ai une petite surprise pour toi »

Étant intriguée et lui faisant confiance, tu termines de te préparer et ne mets pas de collier.

20:00, le chauffeur d’Intak sonne à la porte.

Tu descends les escaliers et découvre Intak t’attendant à côté de la limousine, t’ouvrant la portière.

Il ressemblait à un prince dans les contes Disney, un costume bleu nuit, s’accordant parfaitement avec ta robe, son parfum envahissait tes sens, il avait ce côté très mystérieux mais dévoué, ce qui était relativement bizarre vu que vous n’étiez jamais sorti ensemble auparavant. Ses yeux écarquillés lorsque son regard se posa sur toi.

« Bonsoir princesse, tu es sublime »

« Tu n’es pas mal non plus » tu répondis.

Il sourit et monte après que tu sois montée.

Tu tentes de sortir ton téléphone de ton petit sac à main avant qu’Intak ne te tende une boîte en te demandant de l’ouvrir.

Tu ouvres la boite et découvre un collier en diamants, à vrai dire, tu n’as jamais vu un collier aussi beau.

« il te plait ? » demanda t’il.

« Il est parfait » tu répondis.

Intak s’approche de toi pour te mettre le collier et te disant que tu es sublime; il avait raison.

Le collier étant comme une pièce manquante de la tenue, Intak te regarde et te dis « Déjà prête à recevoir la couronne princesse ? »

A chaque fois que ce mot sortait de sa bouche, c’était comme une mélodie, tu était déjà accroc à ce nouveau surnom qu’il te donnait.

Arrivé au salon de réception pour le bal, Intak descend et t’ouvres la portière puis passe son bras dans le tiens pour se rendre dans la salle de bal.

Tous les yeux sont rivés sur vous, on peut même déceler de la jalousie dans certains regards; c’était à prévoir.

Vous vous faites arrêter par des paparazzis, demandant à Intak si tu es sa nouvelle petite amie, chose à laquelle il acquiesce.

Ton coeur bat la chamade, même si tu n’as pas eu ton mot a dire sur cette affirmation tu reste flattée du comportement d’Intak qui fait en sorte que ta soirée se passe comme un véritable conte de fées.

Après ta rupture avec Sumin, tu croyais qu’aucun homme ne te ferait battre le coeur aussi fort et Intak semble beaucoup trop parfait pour être vrai.

Une fois rentrés dans la salle de bal, Intak s’excuse car il doit s’éclipser quelques instants pour saluer ses amis, tu lui dis qu’il n’y a absolument aucun problème et te dirige vers le bar.

Tu regardes ton téléphone : aucun nouveau message.

Tu flânes entre les tables et t’assoies à la table de Natty.

Natty, autrement appelée ‘’Night Queen’’ fait partie de ton groupe d’amies, son père est un producteur musical; elle baigne donc dans la musique, la vie nocturne et la Jet Set depuis petite. Persuadée d’être la fashionista edgy de l’école elle est venue au bal avec une combinaison noire moulante ouverte sur la poitrine, coiffée d’une longue queue de cheval lisse.

« Alors cette soirée Disney, t’en penses quoi ? » dit-elle après avoir pris un shot de tequila.

« Je veux juste faire les photos avec la couronne et partir me coucher, les vacances me tarde… » tu réponds avant de reprendre ton verre de martini.

« J’ai réussi à avoir un poste en tant que réceptionniste, je vais pouvoir épier tout le monde et alimenter le twitter de Ning avec des infos croustillantes sans qu’elle n’ai trop d’efforts a faire » dit elle en gloussant.

Votre conversation fut interrompue par l’annonce du couronnement de la reine et du roi du bal, comme si le ciel t’avais entendu.

Sans grande surprise, Jang n’étant pas présente, tu fut couronnée reine du bal (comme Jang l’avait prévue).

Vient l’annonce du roi avant que la voix de la fille annonçant le nom ne tremble.

« Cette année nous n’avons donc pas de roi mais bien DEUX REINES ! Chaewon monte sur scène et accepte ton titre s’il te plait ! »

Ton regard se dirigea sur Intak, il avait l’air tendu et tenait son verre à la main, on pouvait voir sa mâchoire se serrer depuis la scène, même éblouie par les spots.

Cependant, cette nouvelle allait être plus compliquée à annoncer a Jang, Chaewon étant sa pire ennemie.

La relation entre Chaewon et Jang n’a pas toujours été mauvaise, étant petites elles étaient amies, cependant Chae voulait tout ce que Jang avait, si Jang organisait une soirée d’anniversaire pour ses 16 ans, vous pouviez être sûrs que Chae allait organiser la même chose mais en beaucoup plus extravagant.

Les choses sont devenues plus tendues lorsque le père de Jang se présenta aux élections présidentielles et que le père de Chae était son concurrent principal (assez ironique non ?). Depuis que le père de Jang est devenu le président des États Unis, la relation entre les deux jeunes filles s’est dégradée et elles sont passées d’amies de la première heure à pire ennemies. Je vous laisse imaginer la réaction de Jang quand elle saura que Chaewon a été couronnée reine.

Chae monte sur scène, prends la couronne et t’attrapes par le bras « Faisons une photo ensemble, veux tu ? » dit-elle d’un ton un peu insistant.

Tu cherches Woonggi du regard et le vois bouche bée.

Après les photos tu décides de sortir prendre l’air sur un des balcons de la salle avec ton verre, une silhouette masculine arrive derrière toi avant que tu ne retournes.

« Un vrai fiasco, ça m’étonnerait que ça plaise à Jang tout ça »

C’était Jake, il s’approche de toi avec une bouteille d’eau et te la tends « bois de l’eau, je ne t’ai vu qu’avec des martinis ce soir »

Tu prends la bouteille d’eau avant de répondre « Tu m’as donc observée toute la soirée ? Tu sais que ça pourrait presque faire peur Jake »

Il répondit avec un sourire « Non, je veillais juste sur toi»

Tu t’approches de lui pour lui faire un câlin, tu aperçois Intak par dessus son épaule, il vous voit et fait demi tour en lançant son verre contre le mur.

« Excuse moi Jake je dois aller voir si tout va bien pour Woonggi » tu lui dis avant de partir a la recherche d’Intak.

Jake te regarde partir en se reposant contre la rambarde du balcon.

Tu te faufiles entre les corps dansants sur le dancefloor de la salle de bal mais tu n’arrives pas à retrouver Intak, tu aperçois Woonggi et Hao assis à une table et décide donc d’aller les voir.

Woonggi te voit, se lève et s’incline en disant « Bonsoir reine, votre soirée se passe comme vous le voulez ? voulez vous que j’aille éliminer l’imposteur Chae ? »

Tu réponds en riant « Je suis sûre que Jang en serait plus que reconnaissante, tu as vu Intak ? »

Il t’indique l’avoir vu partir en direction de la salle de commande des lumières, peut être pour être au calme.

Tu pars en direction de la salle des lumières sans te rendre compte que Natty te suivait car elle pressentait quelque chose de mauvais.

Tu ouvres la porte et quelle fut ta surprise (et celle de Natty, téléphone à la main en plein live instagram visionné par plus de 500k personnes).

Intak étant occupé à apprendre a connaitre Chaewon en profondeur, dans tous les sens du terme, tout ça en live sur l’instagram de votre jet-setteuse favorite au millions d’abonnés.

Tu ne sais pas si le pire de la situation est la situation en elle même ou le sourire que Chaewon te fait en te voyant dans l’encadrement de la porte.

Se faire tromper par son cavalier le soir même du bal est un concept qui ne t’étais pas encore venu à l’esprit, cependant, tout Los Angeles était au courant, même Ningning qui était à plus de 5000Km et qui avait déjà repostée la vidéo sur son compte.

Ton téléphone ne fait que vibrer, notifications sur notifications, appels manqués de Jang et Ning, ta tête commence à tourner.

Tu demandes à Natty d’appeler ton chauffeur, tu veux rentrer IMMÉDIATEMENT.

Woonggi te retrouve et décide de t’accompagner chez toi pour ce soir.

Une fois rentrée, tu files à la salle de bain avant de sangloter sous la douche. Ta précédente relation avec Sumin à déjà été difficile, et maintenant un nouveau traumatisme ?

L’eau coule le long de ton corps, on ne distingue pas les larmes de l’eau.

Tu sors de la salle de bain et retrouves Woonggi dans ta chambre.

« Jake est passé pour savoir si tout allait bien pendant que tu étais sous la douche, je lui ai dit que c’était pas le moment, il est reparti »

Tu t’affales sur ton lit en lui disant « Je veux aller au camp et oublier tout ça, Jang aurait su quoi faire dans une situation pareille, elle me manque »

Woonggi s’approche et te fais un câlin.

Tu lui chuchotes en pleurant « Merci d’être là wookie »

Il répond instantanément « je serais toujours là».

Il réfléchit et te dis « Pourquoi on irait pas au camp tout de suite ? »

Tu te retournes, réfléchit et envoies un message à Natty lui demandant si elle peut faire quelque chose (vu qu’elle y travaille en tant que réceptionniste)

Elle te répond ‘’ Préparez vous, je vous récupère dans 1h ‘’.

FIN DE L’ÉPISODE 1.

[shalomelohim]

All Souls Orchestra - Majesty (prom praise official) ft. Martin Smith - England-USA

“ L'Eternel règne, il est revêtu de majesté, L'Eternel est revêtu, il est ceint de force. Aussi le monde est ferme, il ne chancelle pas. Ton trône est établi dès les temps anciens ; Tu existes de toute éternité. “ (Psaume 93:1-2)

“ Mon âme, bénis l'Eternel ! Eternel, mon Dieu, tu es infiniment grand ! Tu es revêtu d'éclat et de magnificence ! “ (Psaume 104:1)

♥ ♥ ♥

Elohim / Dieu est l’Auteur de la beauté et de la belle musique. Il guida le roi David, le roi Salomon et d’autres personnes pour monter de magnifiques chorales, qui chantaient et louaient Elohim à des occasions spéciales (Construction du Temple, Saintes Convocations...) :

“ Et David dit aux chefs des Lévites de disposer leurs frères les chantres avec des instruments de musique, des luths, des harpes et des cymbales, qu'ils devaient faire retentir de sons éclatants en signe de réjouissance. “ (1 Chroniques 15:16)

“ Au moment où les sacrificateurs sortirent du lieu saint, -car tous les sacrificateurs présents s'étaient sanctifiés sans observer l'ordre des classes, et tous les Lévites qui étaient chantres, Asaph, Héman, Jeduthun, leurs fils et leurs frères, revêtus de byssus, se tenaient à l'orient de l'autel avec des cymbales, des luths et des harpes, et avaient auprès d'eux cent vingt sacrificateurs sonnant des trompettes, et lorsque ceux qui sonnaient des trompettes et ceux qui chantaient, s'unissant d'un même accord pour célébrer et pour louer YHWH, firent retentir les trompettes, les cymbales et les autres instruments, et célébrèrent YHWH par ces paroles : Car il est bon, car sa miséricorde dure à toujours ! En ce moment, la maison, la maison de YHWH fut remplie d'une nuée. ” (2 Chroniques 5:12-14)

“ David et tout Israël dansaient devant Elohim de toute leur force, en chantant, et en jouant des harpes, des luths, des tambourins, des cymbales et des trompettes. “ (1 Chroniques 13:8)

“ Les sacrificateurs se tenaient à leur poste, et les Lévites aussi avec les instruments faits en l'honneur de YHWH par le roi David pour le chant des louanges de YHWH, lorsque David les chargea de célébrer YHWH en disant : Car sa miséricorde dure à toujours ! Les sacrificateurs sonnaient des trompettes vis-à-vis d'eux. Et tout Israël était là. “ (2 Chroniques 7:6)

“ Les Lévites prirent place avec les instruments de David, et les sacrificateurs avec les trompettes. Ezéchias ordonna d'offrir l'holocauste sur l'autel ; et au moment où commença l'holocauste, commença aussi le chant de l'Eternel, au son des trompettes et avec accompagnement des instruments de David, roi d'Israël. Toute l'assemblée se prosterna, on chanta le cantique, et l'on sonna des trompettes… “ (2 Chroniques 29:27-28)

Pouvons-nous imaginer dans le monde à venir :

la musique splendide, les choeurs, les danses qui accompagneront les Fêtes d’Elohim et l’adoration de Yahshua / Jésus à Jérusalem ?

les défilés impressionnants de dignitaires, d’hommes et de femmes de toutes classes sociales, affluant dans la Ville Sainte – frissonnant de voir et d’adorer directement leur Créateur ?

Beaucoup apporteront avec eux de magnifiques présents, des choses précieuses avec lesquelles ils adoreront Yahshua / Jésus, leur Roi pour l’éternité, qui sera assis en personne sur Son Trône à Jérusalem !

AlleluYAH !

♥ ♥ ♥

Lyrics (Google traduction) :

Here I am humbled by Your Majesty Ici, je suis humilié(e) par Ta Majesté Covered by Your Grace so free Couvert par Ta Grâce si libre Here I am, knowing I’m a sinful man Je suis là, sachant que je suis un homme pécheur Covered by The Blood of The Lamb Couvert par Le Sang de L'Agneau

Now I’ve found The Greatest Love of all is mine Maintenant j'ai trouvé que le plus grand amour de tous est le mien Since You laid down Your life Depuis que Tu as donné Ta vie The Greatest Sacrifice Le plus grand sacrifice

Majesty, Majesty Majesté, Majesté Your Grace has found me just as I am Ta Grâce m'a trouvé tel que je suis Empty handed, but alive in Your Hands Les mains vides, mais vivant entre Tes Mains

Here I am humbled by The Love that You give Ici, je suis humilié par l'Amour que Tu donnes Forgiven so that I can forgive Pardonné pour que je puisse pardonner Here I stand, knowing that I’m Your Desire Je me tiens ici, sachant que je suis Ton Désir Sanctified by Glory and Fire Sanctifié par la Gloire et le Feu

And now I’ve found The Greatest Love of all is mine Et maintenant j'ai trouvé que le plus grand amour de tous est le mien Since You laid down Your Life Depuis que Tu as donné Ta Vie The Greatest Sacrifice Le plus grand sacrifice

Majesty, Majesty Majesté, Majesté Your Grace has found me just as I am Ta Grâce m'a trouvé tel que je suis Empty handed, but alive in Your Hands Les mains vides, mais vivant entre Tes Mains

Majesty, Majesty Majesté, Majesté Forever I am changed by Your Love Pour toujours je suis changé par Ton Amour In the Presence of Your Majesty En présence de Ta Majesté Majesty, Majesty Majesté, Majesté

Majesty, Majesty Majesté, Majesté Your Grace has found me just as I am Ta Grâce m'a trouvé tel que je suis Empty handed, but alive in Your Hands Les mains vides, mais vivant entre Tes Mains

[seizerofdarkness]

Le rat et la tenue de Gabriel me font aussi penser à deux contes: Cendrillon et La Belle Au Bois Dormant.

Dans le premier cas, Cendrillon faisait appel à ses amies souris pour l'amener au bal (...tiens tiens, Adrien en Astrochat qui part au bal de fin d'année??) puis pour se libérer de la prison de sa belle-mère, prison qui n'est au final que sa chambre (pareil pour Adrien!).

Gabriel est Maléfique, qui fait du mal à la princesse en la piquant du doigt (dans notre cas, c'est lui qui agite le doigt avec toutes ses bagues) et en la forçant dans un sommeil. Je crois que Gabriel pense être le prince qui sauve sa femme en Princesse Aurore, mais il ignore cruellement que c'est Marinette le chevalier qui sauvera son fils de ses griffes. Et d'après les contes, le chevalier ne se bat pas pour entrer car les ronces et obstacles lui ouvrent le chemin pour délivrer son amour.

À mon avis, Adrien tentera et arrivera à se libérer, mais Marinette devra le rejoindre pour qu'ils soient vraiment en sécurité et empêchent Gabriel de nuire pour de bon. Même si pour cela, les alliés de Gabriel le trahiront dès qu'ils verront qu'Adrien et Marinette sont fait l'un pour l'autre. Plutôt naïf comme interprétation, je l'admets, mais elle est basée sur des contes de fée après tout!

EN:

The rat and Gabriel's outfit also make me think of two tales: Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty.

In the first case, Cinderella used to call on her mice friends to bring her to the ball (…Adrien as Astrocat who goes to the end of the year school prom, would ye look at that??) and then to free herself from her mother-in-law's prison, which is just her room (same for Adrien!).

Gabriel is Maleficent, who hurts the princess by pricking her finger (in our case, he's the one twisting his finger around with all those rings) and forcing her into a sleep. I believe that Gabriel thinks he is the prince who saves his wife as Princess Aurora, but he cruelly ignores that Marinette is the knight who will save his son from his clutches. And according to the tales, the knight does not fight to enter because the brambles and obstacles open the way to reach and free his love.

In my opinion, Adrien will try and manage to free himself, but Marinette will still have to join him so that they are really safe and prevent Gabriel from causing harm once and for all. Even if to achieve this, Gabriel’s allies must betray him as soon as they see that Adrien and Marinette are made for each other. Rather cheesy interpretation, I admit, but it is based on fairy tales after all!

Adrien va se libérer lui même de sa prison (Adrien is going to free himself of this jail)

Je vois pas mal de gens dire que Marinette va sauver Adrien et que celui ci sera réduit en princesse en détresse. Vu que dans le conte, Adrien est la princesse et Marinette le chevalier. Mais j'ai l'impression qu'on oublie quelqu'un dans le conte.

I see a lot of people saying that Marinette will save Adrien and that he will be reduced to a princess in distress. Given that in the tale, Adrien is the princess and Marinette the knight. But I have the impression that someone is being left out of the tale.

Le rat qu'on voit avec Adrien dans le conte est Plagg ! On sait que les kwamis peuvent traverser les choses solides et vu que la chambre d'Adrien est surveillé par une caméra, il suffit que Plagg la traverse pour la brouiller puis il profitera de cette occasion pour s'enfuir que ce soit en tant qu'Adrien ou en tant que Chat Noir. Quand à sa condition en tant que sentimonstre, je pense qu'il y a un moyen de se libérer de cette condition. Par exemple Marinette se fait agressé par Gabriel akumatisé, Adrien rassemblera son courage pour lui faire face. Et si il essaie de le contrôler, il fera preuve de volonté et de force de caractère pour résister à son contrôle et ainsi se libérer de sa condition de sentimonstre. Bonus si son amour pour Marinette l'a aidé à se libérer de cette condition.

The rat we see with Adrien is Plagg ! We know that kwamis can pass through solid things, and given that Adrien's room is monitored by a camera, all Plagg has to do is pass through it to scramble it, and then he'll take advantage of the opportunity to escape, whether as Adrien or as the Black Cat. As for his condition as a sentimonster, I think there's a way to free himself from this condition. For example, if Marinette is attacked by Gabriel akumatized, Adrien will muster the courage to confront him. And if he tries to control him, he'll use his willpower and strength of character to resist his control and free himself from his sentimonstre condition. Bonus if his love for Marinette has helped him to free himself from this condition.

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

BLEACH Anime Return Celebration- Dates and Send in Your Prompts!

Hi everyone,

Thank you again to those who gave their thoughts and opinions in the previous post. I read every response and came up with the event and potential dates to hold it on.

We have a few things to cover here, but before we get to all of it, please note that I'll need responses for everything below by 11pm this Saturday 24th September.

Also, if there is an artist or fan editor who would be willing to let one of their pieces be used or would like to create a piece to help promote this event (eg. use as a banner or to announce the prompts), that'd be awesome! If I had to choose, it would be one of the Karakura Gang or a group of characters from across BLEACH's settings. Of course, you will be given full credit and a link to the original piece would be provided on any page it's used on.

Dates for the event

As I mentioned before, I am looking to hold this event sometime in the week before the anime's return, so the potential dates I have come up with are:

The weekend (8th and 9th Oct)

Four days (Thurs 6th to Sun 9th Oct, as suggested by @recurring-polynya)

A week (Mon 3rd to Sun 9th Oct; this would be cutting it tight as it only give everyone a week to prepare their piece/s, but it's totally okay if people work on their pieces during the week or if submissions are a little late)

What I need to know from everyone: via reblogging/commenting on this post, pming me, or sending me an ask, please let me know your preferred dates by Saturday 24th Sept.

The Event

Based on what got the most votes, we will be doing a prompt group event.

In short, a prompt group event is run very similar to a regular fandom week. In the latter, there are a set of themes (usually one per day) and everyone participating must create something based on the theme. In a prompt group event, you are given groups of prompts that you can choose from; once you've chosen a group, you create a piece based on the prompts provided in that group.

I did this example in the previous post too, but for anyone who didn't see it, here's an example of what prompt groups can look like:

Group A: AU

Takes place in an AU of your choice

Two characters are talking

Either rain or a lake must be featured somehow

Group B: Before the War

Must feature the color red

Takes place just before the Thousand Year Blood War arc

Features either something comical or something angsty

Group C: Let's Eat!

Must feature two or more characters having a meal together

One of the Karakura Gang (Ichigo, Orihime, Rukia, Renji, Uryu, or Chad) either makes a cameo or is involved somehow

One of the characters has an extreme reaction to something they’ve eaten

Group D: In Times of War

Takes place during the Thousand Year Blood War arc

Must feature something with a rough (or rough-looking) texture

Revolves around the themes of grief and determination

Let's say I chose Group B, I would then create something with all three prompts included somehow. I can't use anything from the other groups, but if I wanted to, I could create another, separate piece based on the prompts from Group A, thus creating two submissions for the day.

At this stage, I'm looking to have a few prompt groups per day with a different set of groups each day (ie the prompt groups from the first day will not be the same as the ones on the next day).

The basic rules for group prompts are 1) you can choose which ever group you want, and 2) you can use only the prompts provided in the prompt group and not any others from other prompt groups, but you can interpret the prompts in your chosen prompt group however you choose to.

What I need to know from everyone: via reblogging/commenting on this post, pming me, or sending me an ask, let me know how many prompt groups should we have per day (I'm thinks two to four at this stage), how many prompts should be in each group, what I should name the event by Saturday 24th Sept.

Now, with that out of the way let's get into...

Send in your prompts!

I need your prompt suggestions! However, here are some things to keep in mind.

Types of prompts:

Prompts can be as simple or as complex as you want. You can send in:

A single word (for example: 'grief', 'determination', 'red', 'kite', 'running', 'duality' etc.)

A description of something (for example: 'something soft and small', 'a square, heavy box' 'must feature the color red', etc)

A sentence of dialogue (for example: 'a character says "It's a nice day out.", two or more characters exclaim "Ouch!" at the same time, etc)

An event or action (for example: 'something falls from the sky', 'the piece is centered on discovering a photo in a drawer', 'it has a battle between two Arrancars', etc)

The setting or environment (for example: 'takes place in an AU', 'it's in the early morning', 'takes place before the Thousand Year Blood War arc', 'takes place somewhere with a lot of green colors', 'it's a hot day', etc)

An object or animal that must be involved (for example: 'a snake must be featured', 'a character is holding a fluffy animal', 'one or more zanpakuto are featured')

Something involving a duo or a group (for example: 'a group of characters must be dancing', 'must have two characters hugging each other', 'must have three characters working together in a battle', 'two of the characters involved must be enemies', etc)

A mixture of any of the above (for example: 'either rain or a lake must be featured', 'involves a character looking for a green book in someone's office', 'two characters meet like they did the first time when they were Souls but it goes differently from there' etc)

The general rules of thumb are:

Send in prompts that allow for choice and variety. So for instance, a prompt wouldn't be like 'Rukia and Byakuya visit Hisana's shrine', but instead should be something like 'two characters visit a shrine'. However if you want to be a bit more specific but still have a choice, you can send in something like 'two Kuchiki clan members visit a shrine', allowing people to choose the Kuchiki characters they want to create a piece with who's shrine they are visiting.

As I'm hoping fan-artists, fanfic writers, and fan-editors will want to participate, prompts should be friendly to all three types of creators. Prompts like those involving dialogue are more suited towards writers and editors, but some fan-artists of course to do comics or include dialogue in their fanart, so these kinds of prompts will be accepted.

As this is an open event, this means any ships and familial or platonic relationships can be included. Prompts can have [typically] romantic actions or events, but I also want to keep the actions open for interpretation so that anyone looking to do a platonic/familial duo or group can use the prompts as well. So for example, instead of 'your OTP must hug', you could do something like 'must have two characters hugging'.

I'm looking to make this a SFW event, so I'm afraid mature prompts won't be accepted.

What I need to know from everyone: via commenting on this post, sending me an ask, or pming me, send your prompt suggestions to me by Saturday 24th Sept. You can send as many as you like, the more the merrier!

Should I create a separate blog for this?

On a side note, I've wondered if I should create a sideblog for the event. I don't mind my main blog being the official blog to host the event, but I'm wondering if people would prefer to have a blog dedicated solely to the event rather than a personal blog. If I did create another blog, I would likely call it 'bleach-celebration' or something to that effect.

Once I have all of the above, I will put everything together and announce the event's name, prompt groups, dates, and rules (and sideblog if it's created) on either Sunday 25th or Monday 26th Sept. If you have any questions, let me know and I'll be happy to answer them :D

Thank you again everyone, I know we can make this event an awesome one!

[n00dl3gal]

Expiration Date (Father-Son Bonding AU Version)

More of the dad!Spy AU because I’m hooked, y’all. Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for spearheading the AU and letting me bounce ideas off of them.

As the name suggests, this is the AU version of the Expiration Date short. I recycle some of the dialogue, too. Basically everything is the same except I guess the final wishes bucket didn’t happen? Warnings for references to canon-typical violence and talks about death.

Reblogs are appreciated!

Spy flipped to the next page of the Spy Tech catalogue. His whiskey sat to the side- a rare indulgence. Typically, he stuck to his roots and drank wine. But with less than a hundred hours left… might as well live a little. 

There was a knock at the door, and Spy sighed. “Go away,” he yelled. Silence. Then the faint but unmistakable sound of a lockpick. In an instant, Spy stood, pulling out his knife. He opened the door to grab the intruder before- “Scout, there are easier ways to get my attention.” 

Scout smirked. “Gotta keep my skills sharp,” he replied, slipping the lockpick into his pocket. He sauntered in, arms behind his head. Spy shut the door.

Jeremy’s arms fell to his side as Raphael took off his mask. “So. Three days. You scared, old man?” Jeremy asked. His voice was light, but his face was contorted with concern. 

Raphael thought. “No, not scared,” he said finally. “Nor am I particularly surprised. I figured tumors would get me in the end, if not in this way.” 

Jeremy snorted. “Told ya you smoke too much.” 

The mirth was short-lived, however. “How about you?” Raphael offered. “Are you afraid, mon lapin?” 

“Nah, not really. But… I dunno, I have some regrets? Stuff I wish I could’ve done.” He scratched at his cheek. “Ask Miss Pauling out properly, finish fixing up that bike with Engie…'' His voice trailed off as his eyes widened. “Um. I-I would’ve liked to meet my Ma.” 

Raphael swore the tumors took him then, the way his heart froze. Every paternal instinct he had fired at once as Jeremy started to tremble. Jeremy took in a shaky breath. It wasn’t enough. The tears began as he croaked out “papa.” 

Raphael quickly pulled his son into a hug, removing his cap to smooth his hair. Jeremy sobbed into his chest. Raphael felt his own eyes water. “I was wrong. My death does not scare me, but yours, Jeremy… that would terrify any father.” 

“C’mon… at least we’re goin’ down together,” Jeremy joked, still crying. 

They couldn’t get off base without a proper ceasefire. Engineer was occupied with testing the teleporters with Medic. But three days was enough to make at least one of his son’s wishes a reality. “And before we do,” Raphael said, “we will be winning Miss Pauling over. Even if it’s just for one date. What do you say?” 

“Dad, you don’t-” 

“Let an old man fulfill his dying wish, s'il te plaît?” Raphael interrupted. Jeremy sighed, but he was smiling. “Then let’s get to work.” 

. . .

Scout blinked as Spy flicked on the light. This damn seat was too small- where the hell did he find a school desk like this, anyway? Scout shook his head, trying to focus on Spy’s dialogue. “Final question. You have a dinner date for seven. What time do you arrive?”

“Seven,” Scout answered automatically. “AM. Case the restaurant, run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not, I have to kill him. Dispose of the body, replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.” He smiled. 

Spy grimaced. “Jeremy, that’s what you do when having a meeting with a known rival. I’m very glad you remembered, but that is absolutely not what you do in this scenario.” He glanced down at his death watch. “And we’re out of time.” 

Scout groaned, banging his head on the desk. “Then I have no hope, do I?”

“Hmm… the area you set up is fairly nice, but it’s all a matter of getting Miss Pauling here,” Spy said. “If you can figure that out, you might have a shot.” 

It was quiet as both men fell into thought. “Wait- holy crap, that’s it! Thanks Dad!” Scout yanked himself from the desk- not without some effort- and ran out of the training room. 45 seconds later, the briefcase alarm went off. 

Spy pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. He had raised his boy better than this. And yet… well, the security booth would at least let him keep an eye on things. 

. . .

“I was furious. Oh my God, you set off the briefcase alarm and you were having a prom for some reason. But then there was this monster and we shot it and we built a bomb and I think my leg's broken,” Miss Pauling said in a rush, gingerly pushing herself off of Scout. “Can we do this again?”

“Yeah! Yeah- wait,” Scout replied before pausing. “We can’t. I’m going to be dead.” 

“Wait, what?”

Light poured over them as Soldier lifted the bread monster’s corpse. “Good news! We’re not dying! We are going to live forever!” 

“I didn’t say that!” Medic yelled in the distance. Heavy held the monster up as Soldier and Sniper helped Scout and Miss Pauling stand. “I just said we’re not filled with tumors!” 

“Oh thank God,” Scout sighed, grinning. “So yeah, Miss Pauling, I guess it’s a date.” 

Miss Pauling had been smiling, but her expression suddenly fell. “Wait, you mean- oh, oh Scout, I’m flattered, but… you’re not really my type,” she said quietly. 

Scout felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped down his pants. “Uh, wh- what is your type, then?” he asked awkwardly. 

Miss Pauling looked away, straightening her glasses. “More… feminine,” she replied. Her voice was barely audible. 

It took Scout a moment to fully process it. “Oh. Oh! Well that- I mean, that sucks for me I guess, but- um, well, if ya ever need a wingman or something-” 

She blinked, frowning at him. “Scout, are you- are you saying you’re not straight either?”

“Eh, labels, not really- I’m flexible,” he said dismissively. He shrugged, bouncing on his heels. “But yeah! Next time ya head to the Gravel Pit or something, lemme know, alright?”

“I would love to, but today’s my one day off this year. Maybe I can squeeze something in… oh, it looks like I’ll be seeing you on Wednesday,” she said. 

“Really?” “Yeah, that’s the day I have to feed the guy who pressed the briefcase alarm to my woodchipper.” 

. . .

As soon as it was obvious Scout and Miss Pauling were not dead, Spy walked away. The base had sustained heavy damage during the fight with the bread monster. Enough that a ceasefire was most likely inevitable. It would be tight, but Spy prided himself on working on a deadline. 

Jeremy’s regret about Miss Pauling might not have come to fruition, and there wasn’t much he could do about Engineer being preoccupied…

But there was one of his son’s dying wishes he could still fulfill.

Sequel? Sequel. Also fun fact: this fic totaled 1,111 words exactly.

[jeongvision]

unconditional love

synopsis. if you were to ask yourself, ‘when did you realize that you were in love with lee jeno?’, you wouldn’t know how to respond. in fact, there was never a moment where you weren’t in love with him. but what happens when he asks you the same question? you might have to take a rain check, literally.

pairing. best friend! lee jeno ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, humor, childhood friends au, friends to lovers au

word count. 1.6k

warnings. none! but highkey though this made me fall in love with jeno :(

song. walking in the rain by chancellor & younha

author’s note. happy birthday @sehunniepotwrites​!​ not sure if this is fluffy enough for you but hope you enjoy this lil blurb! cheers to another one of your milestones and many more in life!

ps. there are two lines in this fic that are from a poem written by e.e. cummings! not going to say which ones or the title of the poem bc it might spoil future plans i have oop

You were one of the few fortunate people on the planet to still be friends with someone from your childhood. To have so many worthwhile memories shared with someone must be cherished at all cost. And many times were you afraid that Jeno might get tired of being friends with you, but being the ethereal person he is, he casted all your worries away and assured you that he had no plans on leaving you any time soon.

And perhaps somewhere down the line, the love you had for him went far beyond what people would label as ‘friendship,’ and dared enough to say, you were in love with him. If a stranger were to describe how you looked whenever you were with him, many would describe you to be enamored.

And if you happened to be enamored for your childhood friend, then so be it.

You fear no fate, for he is your fate, your sweet.

“Can I ask you something, y/n?”

Currently, you two are sat outside of a café near your home: 7 Dreams. It was a beautiful day out, the sun warming the air around you, flutters of clouds scattered throughout the blue sky. You expressed your desires to Jeno earlier that you wanted to sit out on the tables they placed outside their shop. It has been a little chilly from the past few days with occasional rain showers here and there, and you want nothing more than to relish in the warm weather after days of being forced into the solitude of your home.

“Sure. What is it?”

But before you could take a sip of your green tea latte, you’re thrown off by his question.

“When did you first fall in love with me?”

Your fingers stilled at the ceramic handle of your mug. You didn’t know what brought that question to the latter’s mind. Granted, you two have had your fair shares of flirtations and courtship, but never acted beyond past it. It was all done with jest, as you two would put it. You could easily lie to him, saying that you only saw him as a friend, but never to yourself; your heart betrays you with palpitations and inclinations for your best friend from just the mere thought of him.

You forced a stoic expression on your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He huffs out a breath from your response.

“Y/n, there’s no point in trying to hide it. I’ve known you for almost my whole life, so I know when you’re lying to me. The look you give me is different from how you looked at Johnny when you two were together.”

A snort escapes from your lips.

“And what does my ex have to do with this?” You could see a teasing grin poke through his demeanor, prompting an eye roll from you.

“So you admit that you do look at me differently then.”

“No, Jeno, I am not admitting to anything. And even if I did look at you differently, how would you know if I was in love with you?”

“Because you would’ve denied it by now. And right now, you’re just stepping around the question.”

You squint your eyes a little, to which Jeno does the same back.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy now? How about when I asked you for the name of the person you liked a couple years back?”

And so, his eyebrows rise a little at your bold question, head tilted a little to the side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters.

You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh, your head shaking from disbelief.

“Oh, don’t fake naivety, Jeno. Senior prom, when we were each other’s date because you ‘didn’t receive any prom-posals from anyone’, when I knew fully well that you received many of them from both guys AND girls. You just denied them all.”

You could clearly play the memory out in the back of your head, a movie projector showcasing your youthful-self slow dancing with a bashful Jeno in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped his neck and his hands on your waist. Both of your feet moved in sync with one another, eyes searching within the depths of each other’s soul, oblivious of the whispers and stares around you that spoke nothing short but envy for the sight that laid before them is one worth capturing.

“We were dancing to Hearts Don’t Break Around Here. You know, the one by Ed Sheeran?” you followed.

His smile grows fond at the memory of it.

“Oh, we’re in love, aren’t we?”

“Jeno!” You give a light slap on his forearm and he laughs at your response. “Now is not the time to start saying song lyrics!”

It’s a wonder how you managed to last this long from professing your feelings out to him. You two did almost everything together and experienced many firsts together. First road trip together, first beach date together - you even experienced your first pet purchase together. So what’s stopping you from confessing to him?

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I have a feeling that you’re in love with me,” you said.

There’s a glint in his eyes filled with mirth.

“And how can you be so sure?”

“Because of the way you look at me?”

“And it’s the same way as how you look at me?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure.”

“So you admit that you’re in love with me.”

Before you could continue on with your playful banter, you stopped yourself short. You take a moment to process his words in. Wait, did he just? Your words get caught in your throat. Did he just admit that he feels the same way towards me?

He notices your shock and uses this moment to his advantage to continue on, each word laced with certainty.

“If you’re saying that the way you look at me is the same as how I look at you, then that means that you are in love with me, because I don’t know how else to say that I am very much in love with you, y/n.”

Heat resonates all throughout your body. Your heart beats erratically and you’re at loss of words. Flustered you are, but who wouldn’t be? For years, you’ve pinned after your best friend, hoping for the day to come where he reciprocates your feelings. You had an inkling that he had some sort of romantic feelings for you as he always seemed to reject everyone’s relationship proposal, justifying his reasoning to be that there’s already someone he likes.

“Who is it?”

“An angel.”

“What’s their name?”

“Something pretty.”

“Jeno.”

“Y/n.”

And you just drop the conversation like that, frustrated by his vague answers. But nevertheless, you could never get tired of him. Something about him gravitates you towards him, the feelings you’ve harbored in secrecy burning brighter than ever whenever you’re by his side. He’s not perfect, but to you, he’s the best thing to appear in your life. From the crinkling of his eyes to the sweet smiles of his lips to the red tint of his neck and ears.

You want no world, for he is your entire world, your true.

“Look, it’s raining.”

Breaking out of your reverie, you look up to Jeno to see him peering out on the streets. You follow suit to see raindrops falling onto the pavement. It slowly gains momentum, growing heavier and louder with each passing second. Fortunately, you two are shielded from the rain with the veranda attached to the cafe. The sun peaks through the crevices of the clouds, still lighting the world around you with a subtle rainbow blossoming up into the spring sky.

You hear Jeno let out a laugh, bringing your attention back to him. There’s a wistful smile on his face when he asks you, “Remember when we were little, we would always run out in the rain on the concrete and just jump around? Pretend that we were in some kind of movie?”

You mirror his expression, your mind replaying a distant memory you shared with him.

“Our parents would always yell at us for that, saying we’ll get sick if we don’t stop.”

Your gaze trails back out onto the pavements. Then, you felt an itch in your fingers, an itch in your feet. Not literally, but you have this sudden urge to move. To dance. To celebrate. To relive those moments once more.

It’s almost as if the stars were aligned at that moment and heard your wishes, because you see Jeno get up from his seat and take a step forward and immerse himself out into the rain. His entire figure instantly gets drenched from the falling raindrops, not caring for a single second that he might catch a cold from his actions. Before you could call out to him, he looks back at you with a grin, and perhaps it might be your most favorite accessory he wears on himself.

He offers his hand out to you.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

You’re taken back to the same distant memory again. Every single time, without fail, young Jeno would always ask for your hand to dance with him under the rain, to which you would always oblige with, “Well, of course mon cher.” But this time, you decide to switch it up a little.

You stand up from your seat and step closer to your best friend, a push away from falling victim to the rain with him. Your pupil flourishes with adoration for the man that stands before you.

“Only if you hold onto my hand, mon cher.”

He raises an eyebrow at your proposition. Amused he is, for there is a sliver of smirk adorned on his lips.

“Is that a threat, ma chérie?”

If Jeno were to ask you again when you first fell in love with him...

“It’s an invitation, mon cher.”

… you would say that you were always in love with him.

“If it’s like that, then I’d never let you go.”

[thedarkrose17]

Insomnia is a bitch and I decided to do more hcs based on my monster au hopefully folks don't mind 😅

Shit the mon gang does/has done/has happened to them:

Gladio:

-has ripped shirts and hoodies cause man just casually forgot his horns existed (his excuse is he was tired. He's done it more than once)

- banged his horns on a doorframe cause he forgot to duck

- thought he was dying when his horns shed for the first time

- walked into a counter cause he can't see in the dark

Ignis:

- been caught drinking blood out of a blood bag, proceeded to get embarrassed over how uncivilised he looked

- used to turn into a bat to escape nursery as a child now does it when he's done with the lads just turns and flies off

- startles himself when he gets the jumpscare reminder he can see his reflection in modern mirrors

- casually and awkwardly stood outside of Noct's house for hours until Noct woke up cause he has to be invited in (he can freely enter now. Noct gave him permission for good)

Prom:

- Squeaks sometimes when startled. He gets embarrassed by the high pitched carby squeak

- hugs his tail it's a habbit he gained as a baby and hasn't stopped. He sometimes cuddles it in his sleep too

- sometimes just talks via sending texts with his powers. Once sent Noct a fair few random ones before he went to bed that made zero sense

- got startled by Noct and his glowy eyes grabbing late night snacks and almost summomed a barrier in Noct's apartment

[whatdoesshedotothem]

1834 Aug[u]st Fri[day] 22

7 35/..

11 1/2

Vc

Vc

she above half hour with me in my bed last night but tried in vain could give her

a right kiss Fine morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 66 1/2° at 7 3/4 a.m. Laq[uai]s de Place, Victor Becker, and

good landau, and took Geo[rge], and A- [Adney] and I out at 11 – w[e]nt to the bank – shopp[in]g – b[ou]ght 4 silk shawls au page

r[ue] Vivienne saw the Bourse (walk[e]d r[ou]nd the gallery w[i]th permiss[io]n fr[om] the wom[a]n d[o]wnst[ai]rs)

b[ou]ght camb[ri]c au Gagne petit, and rib[be]d in Pass[age] des Panoramas – call[e]d and sat 25 min[ute]s

w[i]th Mrs. Heneage fr[om] 2 50/.. to 3 1/4, walk[e]d r[ou]nd h[e]r nice gard[e]n w[i]th h[e]r and Mr. H- [Heneage] and one of

th[ei]r d[au]ght[e]rs, and all ver[y] civ[i]l – Mrs. H- [Heneage] alw[a]ys reminds me of poor Sibb[ell]a – I hope

th[i]s is a nice acquaint[an]ce faite – A- [Adney] sat wait[in]g in the carr[ia]ge – ho[me] at 3 1/2 to

débarasser ours[elves] of the mon[ey] 18   fr[om] exch[ange] at                    for the 3 n[umer]os

circul[a]rs = £75 – M. Edw[ar]d Ferrall call[e]d ab[ou]t 3 3/4 and sat talk[in]g till 5 40/.. –

no let[ter] for me ab[ou]t the carr[ia]ge th[a]t he kno[w]s off – will do the best he can ab[ou]t it –

ga[ve] him my addr[ess] at Shibd[e]n – he prom[ise]d to wr[ite] and gi[ve] me tid[in]gs of so[me] sort – wheth[e]r

he can get me a laisser pass[e]r for the carr[ia]ge or n[o]t – M[ada]me de Bourke find[in]g it dull aux

Eaux n[ea]r Marseilles – ga[ve] h[i]m, by the way, a lit[tle] good adv[i]ce – to do the best he c[oul]d to

please his a[un]t –he own[e]d he w[a]s in as good a way as man[y] of the first young men

in Fr[an]ce – will n[o]t go b[a]ck to Denmark to live – on[l]y for a vis[i]t – w[oul]d n[o]t live out of

Paris, if he c[oul]d help it – Pr[in]ce Fred[eri]ck beat his princess (Wilhelmina) and lift[e]d his h[a]nd

ag[ain]st the King and queen – to live event[uall]y in Jutland – s[ai]d he (M. Edw[ar]d F- [Ferrall]) sh[oul]d indirect[l]y

advise Sophie to be gentle in quizz[in]g peop[le] – s[ai]d I lik[e]d h[e]r ver[y] m[u]ch – h[a]d heard it obs[erve]d

she w[a]s too severe, and wish[e]d it oth[er]wise – w[oul]d wr[ite] a note for him to forw[ar]d thro’ the

Danish Emb[ass]y – M. de Bourke ret[urne]d to Eng[lan]d to live at S[ou]thampt[o]n, - the clim[a]te of

Fr[an]ce n[o]t suit[in]g h[i]m – A- [Adney] and I out ag[ai]n at 5 40/.. till 7 1/2 – w[e]nt chez

Giroux – b[ou]ght china flacon à odeur in red velv[e]t cush[io]n for me to gi[ve] Miss W- [Walker] of Cliff Hill –

b[ou]ght Poussa (grotesque fig[ure] of  a man à la chinoise) and pap[e]r hold[e]r in the pass[age] des

panoramas and left word for Perrelet to co[me] tomor[row] morn[in]g etc. – din[ner] at 8 –

from eleven and ten minutes for twenty she came to my bed  fine day F[ahrenheit] 68° at 11 1/2 p.m.

[margridarnauds]

📂

One month later....here we are. 

Something I want to bring into a fic but, in case I don’t: Lazare, before getting with Ronan, literally only knows how to kiss closed-mouthed and very, very properly. Ronan, meanwhile, kisses like an overzealous puppy. (Or, possibly, more aptly, like someone who grew up in a very rural, very closed-in environment and so has zero experience with kissing until high school prom, where he doesn’t know specifics, but he’s giving it his whole heart.) It took them several tries before they figured out how to kiss properly. 

Another thing that I was saving for a fic but tbh might as well add it here: When Marie-Therese was finally able to be reunited with her Uncle Artois, we know that she gave him a ring, from her own account, that belonged to her father. 1789!Artois, when he received it, just...stared at it, for a moment, the full realization of what he’d done and what he’d lost washing over him. It’s one of the factors for why he became more conservative and religious later in life. (Which triggered a MASSIVE blowout fight with Lazare.)

In a modern AU, Ronan gives Laz a raccoon plushy as a joke gift. Laz keeps it on his desk and is willing to death glare anyone who questions why it’s there. 

Lazare doesn’t actually just own one coat - He owns an entire collection of identical blue coats, in case one of them should get a bullet hole or scorch marks on it, and he generally wears them until they begin to fray or wear out. When they first moved in together, Ronan opened the wardrobe and just saw this. Massive collection of blue coats, all of them identical, and, on one hand, it was incredibly Lazare, but on the other hand, Ronan’s reaction was also something along the lines of “Really, Lazare? The fuck?” 

Ronan tends to call Lazare “Zarig” or “Lazig” as a nickname, along with “mon amour”, generally when he’s sleepy, drunk, or trying to seduce Lazare. He also tends to just call him “Mon Lazare”, sometimes with an emphasis on the “mon”, usually cuddling closer to him when he says it, or else pulling him closer (and it’s usually accompanied by “Mon Ronan”.) Lazare doesn’t have a specific nickname from Ronan (he's physically incapable of using “Roro”), but he does, as time goes on, relax enough to call him “mon coeur” and, in particularly emotional moments, “ma vie” and “mon bonheur” (”my happiness”). 

Olympe has no issues, meanwhile, with calling Solène “Soso” and is, in general, of the four of them, the one who’s biggest on pet names. “Mon trésor” (”my treasure”) is a particular favorite, and it makes Solène emotional every single time. But also. Olympe could literally call Solène ANYTHING and Solène would be hearteyes about it. (Solène, in the universes where the Mazuriers are Bretons, calls her “Loenig” (”Little Animal”.)

In universes where Ronan’s Breton, his favorite song to sing to Lazare, without Lazare knowing the meaning, is “Ar Soudarded Zo Gwisket e Ruz” (”The Soldiers Were Dressed In Red” - A very beautiful-yet-depressing song.) 

Fuck it, while I’m here. He also calls Laz “Ma Gwaz” (”My husband”) and  “Ma Soudard” (”My soldier.”) Laz has no idea about what the terms mean until much, much later. He tends to see Breton as...Ronan’s Thing. He develops an appreciation for it because he loves Ronan, but it isn’t something he really understands, and so a lot of Ronan’s Brezhoneg he just....puts away as “*Ronan Sounds*”. (Also means that Ronan can insult him in Brezhoneg without him knowing.) 

The Peyrol family chateau? Is totally, ridiculously haunted. It’s like. “People mention it and lightning suddenly strikes out of nowhere” levels of haunted. The De Peyrols, as a family, have been some very unhappy, very miserable people, and they carry that on after death. Lazare, meanwhile, has absolutely no belief in ghosts and firmly believes that ALL homes have floors that creak unexpectedly and windows that mysteriously open in the middle of the night. (Ronan is the one to break it to him, especially since Lazare’s ancestors, as a general rule, do NOT like him.) 

Margrid and Orléans have the type of relationship where they are fundamentally in agreement as far as their life goals, philosophies, politics, religious beliefs, etc. so they don’t really have MAJOR, blow-up arguments - Instead they have a series of long-running lovers’ quarrels. One of the major ones, in a Modern AU, is Star Wars (Philippe, who owns a bizarrely high def version of the Christmas Special that he rolls out EVERY Christmas) VS Trek (Margrid, who thinks Star Wars is stupid, though ends up coming to love it specifically because it’s stupid.)

Orléans is, of the two of them, much bigger on pet names, along with a more polite, casual “mon cher” that is more for when they’re not alone, he also uses “Ridot”, “mon coeur”, “ma râleuse” (”my complainer”), “ma tigresse”, “ma petite souris” (”my little mouse”), the latter of which HAS been known to cause murder attempts. She has “Philou” for him, but she doesn’t use it to his face because using THAT is too much like admitting that she likes him, along with “Mon Vieux” (”My Old Man”). 

Also, Orléans ribs Margrid about coming from the Alsace region. So much. Especially when she has one of those little moments where she drops a little bit of the dialect in without thinking.  

Part of why Orléans hates Fersen SO MUCH is that Fersen has such a glittering military career, which Orléans was denied. Louis was dead on when he said that Orléans motivations were jealousy towards him and Fersen, but he didn’t understand the cause. (He thought it was that Orléans was in love with Marie, and that’s what Marie gathered from what Louie said, but, while Orléans’ bitterness over their failed friendship was part of it, in the end, it was that refusal to let Orléans be something USEFUL/that feeling he was being held back that spurred it on.

.......also ONE for Irish Mythology, because why not, I’m here - Sreng ends up taking up drawing, which means that there are a TON of pieces of Bres hanging around. Bres is THRILLED and will gladly show anyone his nude sketches. (Sreng has been known to have to hold in his laughter in the wee hours of the morning, because he sees these shadowed, dignified paintings, and then there’s Bres, drooling on a pillow, taking up more than three quarters of the bed despite being the smaller one.)

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 1 of don’t read the last page is here!

kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff / basically the opposite of a slowburn but there’s still drama just you wait

2

“Oh,” he said, blinking in surprise. “You’re that Anna. Hello.”

She heaved out an exasperated sigh. “Goddammit. I thought the hat would be enough. Do you want my autograph or a selfie? Please say autograph, I have this seriously massive pimple coming up.”

He blinked again. “I was just going to ask how you’ve been doing--”

“Oh, god, you’re one of those, aren’t you--”

“Since high school,” he finished.

“When you sat by me in bio class freshman year and I helped you, and then tenth grade when you sat by me in lit and helped me, and then junior year when neither of us had a date to prom so--”

Her eyes went wide.

“Well-- anyway. You are that Anna, right? I mean, you’ve got the Buchanan High hat on and everything.”

“Oh. Oh my god. Kristoff?”

“Yeah. Here’s your coffee, by the way.”

----

She came back that afternoon.

“That Anna again. Hello.”

“Hi, look, I just wanted to say sorry again about this morning when I didn’t recognize you and just assumed you were being, you know, a creep or a fan or something, it’s not that I don’t remember you, it’s just that you’re a lot wider than you were back then, like in a good way, and so I didn’t realize at first but now I do and I’m just really really sorry, and I want to make it up to you so. Um. How can I do that?”

“Did you actually want this latte or not?”

“Oh, god, yes, I’ve got an insanely long script to memorize just for this one stupid audition so I expect I’ll be up all night.”

“Okay. I was worried you thought you needed to order something else to talk to me.”

“....did I?”

“No.”

She bit her lip, the same way she always had. “Really? Even though I was being kind of a bitch?”

“I saw your commercial when I went out for my break and walked past the Best Buy. Don’t blame you for being on your guard.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I’m Anna, and trust me, these tampons changed my life. Now I can play tennis and do cartwheels on the beach all day long. Here, let me do a flip right now so you can see the string dangling out and everything and how happy I am about all that!”

“I don’t think that’s how it went, exactly.”

“Well-- close enough.”

“Everyone will forget about it in a week. Someone will trip at an awards show or catch their cat speaking Japanese or something, and the world’ll move right on along.”

“God, I hope so. But really-- let me make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“I really did just want to know how you’re doing these days.”

“Well, I want to know about how you’re doing. Let’s get dinner or something, yeah?”

“I thought you had lines to rehearse.”

She waved a hand. “It’s fine. I’ll do that after dinner.”

“I get off in ten minutes. We can get takeout and catch up at my apartment. Or yours, if you’d rather sit somewhere besides a ratty sofa. And I’ll help you run lines.”

She bit her lip again, and he tried not to stare. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’ll be just like high school, when we had to do that scene from Much Ado About Nothing in English class, and you helped me get through all the weird words. Except this time I’ll do the helping. At least I hope I will.”

She laughed. “I can’t believe you’re even sweeter than I remembered.”

Another customer came in, and he shrugged as he reached for an empty paper cup. “You’re even prettier.”

She was blushing as she walked away and sat at an empty table.

---

“So you finally settled on what you wanted to be.”

“Yeah.” 

They were on the floor because the springs in his couch had been weak even before going through three owners, and when they’d first sat down with Chinese takeout boxes in hand they’d nearly fallen straight through. At least the coffee table he’d gotten off Craigslist was the perfect height for a five-star floor dining experience. 

“How’d you decide?” Anna asked, slurping up a long noodle. 

A bit of sauce flicked off the end and landed on her chin. Kristoff leaned over and brushed it away with his thumb. She blushed, and he smiled; he was getting sort of fond of that shade of pink.

“I always liked animals. And science was my best class. So I took some classes in undergrad, did good enough there, applied to veterinary school, and now here I am.”

“How much time do you have left?”

“God, you make it sound like I’m dying or something.”

She elbowed him affectionately. “You’re just dramatic.”

“Year and a half. Almost there.”

“That’s amazing, seriously. Imagine if Ms. Carlton could see you now.”

“She has. I went home for Christmas and ran into her in Target. She asked if I still remembered the Krebs cycle, and I said, ‘well, ma’am, I sure hope so’, and then my mom made me actually explain to her what I was doing with my life.”

Anna snorted. “Is she still teaching?”

“Nah, retired last year. Surprised she didn’t quit right after she got done with having you in class.”

“Me? Oh, come on, I wasn’t that bad.”

“You faked fainting so well on dissection day that someone else fainted, too.”

“Well, it turned out well enough for me, at least. Maybe they’ll ask me to be in a Life Alert commercial next or something. I’m still very good at falling. Want to see?”

She set her carton aside and stood up before he could even respond. “Watch this!”

Her hands flew to her side, and she let out a moan. “Oh, mon dieu...I ‘ave been shot, cherie, au revoir….adieu…”

She stumbled forward, then back, then forward again, and then fell all at once, so easily that for a moment he really was scared. He scooted forward a little so he could get a better look at her face. Her jaw was slack, a strand of hair falling limply over her eyes and dangling into her open mouth. He moved it aside, his hand gentle against her freckled skin.

She blinked and turned to look up at him, her eyes bright. “Was that good?”

“Very.”

She sat up, putting one hand on the floor and turning slightly so they were face to face. “Remember when you danced with me at prom?”

“The last dance, because that was how long it took me to get up the courage to ask you?”

She nodded slowly, her eyes watching something deep inside him. He watched back, wondering what she saw. “Even though we’d both showed up alone, and we talked to each other every day, and you always ate lunch with me and shared your apple slices even though the rest of the hockey team saved a spot for you.”

She leaned closer, just barely, and the tip of her nose brushed against his. “Why were you so nervous, Kris?”

“Because you were a pretty girl, and I was me.”

“And what about now?”

“Well. Some things never change.”

Her lips brushed over his, just barely, but he held still, just in case it was a mistake. He felt her mouth curve into a smile. “You don’t have to be so shy this time. You can kiss me back if you want to.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wanted you to kiss me at prom.”

“I thought you were just leaning on me that much because your shoes hurt.”

“Silly boy,” she whispered, leaning so close that her lips moved over his as she spoke and then he did kiss her like he wished he had seven years ago except maybe it was for the best that he hadn’t til now because really, this was more than worth the wait.

[slowlyfantasticfart]

MES FILMS. MES SÉRIES ET MON PLAISIR.

Il y a beaucoup  d'acteurs et d'actrices que j'aime beaucoup et que j'admire énormément et parmi cette liste il y a ACTEURS Johnny Deep Paul Walker Channing Tatum Robin Williams Adam Slander Jason Stanham Dwyane Johnson Kellan Lutz Chris Hemsworth Liam Hemsworth Heat Ledger Nicholas Cage Liam Neeson Brad Pitt Tom cruise steve Martin James Franco James Marsden ACTRICES Katherine Heighl Rachel Mc Adams Zoe Saldana Mila Kunis Anne Hathaway Drew Barrymore Jennifer Lopez Jessica Alba Scarlett Johansson Natalie Portman Reese Witherspoon Sandra Bullock Julia Roberts Cameron Diaz J'aime beaucoup le domaine du cinéma, c'est une passion c'est quelque chose que j'aime quand je veut relaxer. N'es ce pas réconfortant. Ici je me suis fait tout un répertoire de film de tout les genre vous y voyez tout un choix films et de série que j'ai beaucoup aimer alors l'es voici. HORREUR Annabelle série Us La conjuration série Ma Silence Dead (Silence de mort) Malédiction de l'enfer (Drag Me to Hell) Le cauchemar de Molly Hartley 2008 Le bal de l'horreur (Prom Night) 2008 Terreur sur la ligne (When a stranger calls) A Qiet Place (Un coin tranquille) Ça, Dans le noir One missed Call (Un appel manqué) Mortelle St Valentin Instinct de survie Visions, Ouija Ne t'endors pas Poltergeist Sinistre 1 Jessabelle Mama insidous 2,3,4 I Still I Know what you did last summer Halloween Chucky Jaws (les dents de la mer) Scream (Frisson) 1,2,3,4 N'aie pas peur du noir Freddy Krueger les griffes de la nuit (2010) Boogeyman Apparence Meurtre a la St Valentin destination ultime (Final Destination) La maison de cire The darkness Jeepers creepers SCIENCE FICTION ET FANTASTIQUE Les animeaux fantastique 1,2 La momie, Thor La belle et la bête le film Le livre de la jungle le film Coeur d'encre Pan, Pete's Dragon (Peter Elliot et le dragon) Oz le magnifique Alice au pays des merveilles 1,2 Percy Jackson 1 et 2 Chronique de narnia 1,2,3 Légende 1985 Merlin 1998 Casper, Maléfique Le labyrinthe de pan Le cygne noir (2011) Harry Potter série Bright Les gardiens de la galaxie 1,2 L'ascension de Jupiter A-X-L Transformers Armageddon Le jour d'après La stratégie Ender X-Men Life, Prometheus Alien, Passager La guerre des mondes La stratégie d'enfer La série Star Was Chappie Le chaos La guerre des mondes COMÉDIE DE FILLE Année bixestille Le journal d'une princesse 1, 2 Gagner un rendez vous avec Tad Hamilton 13 ans bientot 30 Elle a tout pour elle, Monte Carlo The Parent Trap Sweet Home Alabama, Le prince et moi Et si c'était vrai, Un amour infini Comment perdre son mec en 10 jours Something Borrowed (Duos en trois) Le mariage de mon meilleur ami 27 Robes Les douzes coups de minuit Ma belle est un monstre La fille du président Éloge de la liberté Blonde et légale Méchantes Ados Bring It On (Le tout pour le tout) 1,2,3,4,5 Lettre a Juliette Le diable s'habille en prada Confession d'une accro du shopping Profession hôtesse de l'air Julie & Julia Meilleure ennemies Because I Said So (Cherche homme parfait) Sexfriends, Sexe entre amis A Cinderella Story ACTION ET AVENTURE 300 1 et 2 Rambo : la dernière mission Le casse noisette et les quatres royaumes (The Nutcraker an... Un raccourci dans le temps ( A Wrinkle on Time) Aquaman Venom Le masque de Zorro série Mission impossible série Bumblebee Divergence série Spider Man série Charlie's Angel série Hancok The Island Jumanji 1,2 Life of Pie San Andreas Pacifim Rim 1 et 2 Voyage au centre de la terre 1 et 2 Les aventures de Tintin : Le secret de la licorne Jurassic World série John Wick 1,2 The Equalizer 1,2 Skyscraper (Gratte Ciel) Ant-Man et guêpe (Ant-Man and the Wasp 1,2 Mégalodon (The Meg) Peppermint (Déchainée) La légende d'Hercule, Lara Lara Croft: Tomb Raider Parker Trésor National 1,2 Fast Furious 4,5,6,7,8 le 1 et 2 (version française Rapide et Dangereux) Blanche neige et le chasseur 1 et 2 Mr. S Smith Bleu d'enfer Le mécano : la résurrection 47 Ronin Tigre et dragon Jake Ryan Le gardien Die Hard Rampage Maraudeurs Top Gun (1986) Underworld V for Vendetta ENFANT ET FAMILLE Dora et la cité perdue UglyDolls Jack Frost (1998) Free Willy The Polar Express (Boréal Express) Une nuit au musée Moins Cher La Douzaine 1 et 2 The Lizzie McGuire Movie Hanna Montana: The Movie Une princesse sur la glace Nancy Drew Les 101 Dalmatien Happy Family Pierre Lapin Enchantés Stailion Benji Mes vies de chiens 1,2 Whisper série L'incroyable histoire de Winter le dauphin 1,et 2 Tobby The Amazing Penda Le dragon des mers Chérie j'ai agrandi le bébé The House With a Clock In its Walls Incredibles 1 et 2 DRAME The lake house (La maison près du lac) La série Twilight Salt À Cinq pied de toi (Five feet Apart Midnight Sun (Soleil de minuit) A Star is Born (Une étoile est née) Forever my Girl Beastly (Sortilège) Gold Diggers: The Secret of Bear Mountain 1995 Crossroads (A la croisé des chemins) 2002 Stepmom (La blonde a mon père) Match Point Doux Novembre The Roommate The Other Woman Red Eye (Vol sous haute pression) Flight Plan (Plan de Vol) My Girl (L'été de mes 11 ans) L'arrivée (Arrival) Sully Wicker Park Pearl Harbor P.S. I love You Le porte bonheur (The Lucky One) Tristan & Yseult Le secret de Charlie Hors du temps The Lovely Bones The Notebook Remember Me (La rage de vivre) A Walk To Remember (Une promenade Inoubliable) Une bouteille a la mer Coyote Ugly Apparitions (Libelule) La maison sur la falaise Flicka Sexe Intemtions Black Swan Ou le coeur nous mène Brothers FILM DISNEY À MONSIEUR Dumbo The Lion King Maléfique FILM D'ANIMATION Tout ce qui est film d'animation de Walt Disney, Dream Works. Peut importe, c'est les films que je préfère écouter. Quand j'étais enfant, je me souviendrai toujours à quel point, que j'ai eu beaucoup de plaisir à l'es écouter en boucle. Et encore aujourd'hui, j'ai du plaisir à l'es regarder. C'est des film qui sont réconfortant mais aussi que du bonheur. ANIMATION Ballerina La reine des neiges Coraline Kung fu Penda Rebelle (Brave) Dragon Hôtel Transylvanie Ratatouille Volt L'ère de glace La belle et la bête La petite sirène Pocahontas Cendrillon Le roi Lion Aladdin La princesse des cygnes 1 Le livre de la jungle Moana Abominable Storks Raiponce La princesse et la grenouille Zootopia Lilo et Stich La route d`Eldorado Rox et Rouky Spirit L'empereur du nouveau genre Le chat potté Drôle d'abeille Planet 51 THRILLER The Boy Next Door (2015) La prison de verre Fenêtre secrète The tourist Before I Fall Truth Or Dannce Le beau père (The Stepfather) Sans un bruit 2:22 Kidnap Home Invasion Get Out Sex Crimes COMÉDIE MUSICALE Heartbeats High Strung, Mamma Mia 1,2 Dirty Dancing 1,2 Honey 1,2 The Fame La série Step Up Footloose Romance Titanic Nos étoiles contraires Le voeux un été sur terre The longuest Ride (Le plus beau des chemins) Une seconde chance, Un havre de paix Cher John Everything, Everything Cinquante nuances plus sombres, 10 choses que je déteste de toi Get Over It, Adaline Bleu Saphir Cendrillon Amour et honneur Twilight Fascination A tout les garçons que j'ai aimés Love Simon À tout jamais 1998 COMÉDIE Sex and the City Simplement Irrésistible (Simply Irresistible) 1999 Miss congeniality (Miss personnalité) Patch Adams In Good Company, (En bonne compagnie) Never Been Kissed Home Alone (Maman j'ai ratée l'avion 1,2,3 Dr. Seus 'How the grinch Stole Christmas Le lutin (Elf) Madame Doubtfire The Santa Clause What a Girl Wants Pyjamas Party Sisterhood of the traveling pants New York Minute (Escapade à New York) Clic Bay Watch Game Night l'Abominable vérité Pas si simple Baby boss Book Club Drink, Slay, Love Mère indigne 1 et 2 Pourquoi lui ? 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[aurora-daily]

For Nor­we­gian singer-song­writer Aurora, mu­sic was the key to un­lock a long-held sense of dis­con­nec­tion

Interview by An­drew McMillen for The Weekend Australian (June 1st, 2019).

Mu­sic writer An­drew McMillen meets Ice­landic sen­sa­tion Aurora ahead of her al­bum re­lease

As a child, Aurora Ak­snes grew up in a town not far from Ber­gen, in south­west­ern Norway, sur­rounded by a for­est, ocean, space and plenty of si­lence — fer­tile grounds in which to plant seeds of imag­i­na­tion.

Her two older sis­ters, Mi­randa and Vik­to­ria, were wor­ried that her strange­ness — es­pe­cially her out-there dress sense — would make her a tar­get for bul­lies. “We were so scared that it was go­ing to be tough for you to go to high school,” her sis­ters say in a video pub­lished in 2016. “But ev­ery­body loved you.”

Singing, song­writ­ing and play­ing piano be­came her three fas­ci­na­tions; all ac­tiv­i­ties she could in­dulge on her lone­some. This be­gan in child­hood and con­tin­ued into her ado­les­cence, when she was plucked from ob­scu­rity and es­sen­tially asked whether she wanted to pur­sue a ca­reer in mu­sic. She said yes, and she hasn’t looked back. In that same video from 2016, filmed in Ber­gen with her friends and family, and re­leased to co­in­cide with her de­but al­bum, Aurora says, “Mu­sic is not some­thing that you should keep for your­self. It can’t be put in a cage be­cause it’s wild and alive.”

On stage in Bris­bane on a Mon­day night early last month, the blue-eyed and blonde artist is mid­way through a pow­er­ful 90-minute set. Dressed in red and flanked by a live band that pro­duces pul­sat­ing elec­tronic pop, the 22-year-old pauses be­tween songs to ad­dress the 800-strong ca­pac­ity crowd at the Trif­fid.

“I feel like I’m in this room with friends,” she says. “It’s a nice feel­ing be­cause I feel so of­ten dis­con­nected to humans. I feel very lucky be­cause I don’t know how the hell I got here. I don’t know how I be­came an artist — but I do know that it’s 90 per cent be­cause of you guys.

“With­out you, it’s an empty room; with­out you, there’s no one that gives my words power.”

Then, with a nod to her drum­mer and co-producer Mag­nus Skyl­stad, the band kicks into the next track as the lights change colour and the crowd thrills to her mu­sic.

She does not so much per­form as in­habit these songs, as if singing them for the first time. There’s not a trace of self-con­scious­ness; in­stead, the young woman danc­ing centre stage, mi­cro­phone in hand, ex­udes a con­ta­gious free­dom and vi­tal­ity. Here, among friends, she is adored. Two days later, in the hours be­fore another Groovin the Moo fes­ti­val sideshow in Fre­man­tle, Aurora perks up when re­minded of her phi­los­o­phy that mu­sic can­not be caged.

“Oh, yes, it’s very true, and that’s why I know I have to share it,” she tells Re­view. “When I per­form, that’s why I’m so ex­cited; it’s like the mu­sic is too big for my tiny shape of a body. I feel very ex­plo­sive when I per­form. That’s the whole point in why I started shar­ing the mu­sic: if you have the gift of making mu­sic, it’s like we’re on a mis­sion, we peo­ple who can trans­late the mu­sic into some­thing that the rest of the world can un­der­stand.”

In a rel­a­tively short time, the rest of the world has come to un­der­stand and ap­pre­ci­ate Aurora’s art. While the story of her as­cent from small-town anonymity to filling clubs and play­ing fes­ti­vals on the other side of the planet is some­what typ­i­cal of the stream­ing era, the re­sults are cer­tainly not.

It goes like this: af­ter up­load­ing a song on­line in 2012, when she was 16, what was in­tended as a Christ­mas gift for her par­ents found its way to the ears of an agent, which set in mo­tion an un­ex­pected but wel­come record­ing ca­reer. Since 2015, she has re­leased an EP, a de­but al­bum — 2016’s All My Demons Greet­ing Me as a Friend — and a fol­low-up LP that has been split into two halves, re­leased last year and this year.

As well, a cou­ple of well-cho­sen cover songs have helped to high­light her ex­traor­di­nary, sin­gu­lar vocal abil­i­ties and opened up new au­di­ences.

First in 2015, her stark take on Half the World Away by Oa­sis fea­tured in a prom­i­nent Bri­tish Christ­mas ad­ver­tise­ment; it re­mains one of her most-played songs on stream­ing ser­vices. Then on an Aus­tralia visit in 2017, she recorded a spell­bind­ing cover of Mas­sive At­tack’s Teardrop for Triple J’s Like a Ver­sion segment. It has since at­tracted nearly seven mil­lion YouTube views.

In turn, the global response to her mu­sic dur­ing the past four years has led to a pleasant awakening: her work mat­ters.

“I want to do this as long as I feel like peo­ple need me to do this,” she says. “Right now, I feel very needed. It’s a job that the world needs be­cause be­ing a hu­man is so hard and mu­sic some­times makes it eas­ier. As long as I feel needed, I’ll do it. I’ll be an artist for­ever; I’m a very hungry woman, and I like to dance and paint, and I want to ex­plore and even­tu­ally share that with the world, too.”

In con­ver­sa­tion, Aurora comes across as re­mark­ably grounded and in­se­cu­rity-free. A month out from the re­lease of A Dif­fer­ent Kind of Hu­man (Step 2) — usu­ally a time of peak anx­i­ety and un­cer­tainty among record­ing artists, who will soon learn whether their lat­est work is judged to be their great­est or oth­er­wise — she shrugs and says that she doesn’t re­ally have any par­tic­u­lar hopes or ex­pec­ta­tions for it. “Whatever will hap­pen will hap­pen,” she says. “I’m al­ready work­ing on my next al­bum; I feel quite far away from this al­bum. I hope at least one per­son will re­ally love it. It is quite di­verse, with many dif­fer­ent moods and per­son­al­i­ties. I am quite ex­cited to per­form the songs live, but it doesn’t re­ally mat­ter how peo­ple per­ceive it.

“Some peo­ple will al­ways un­der­stand it and ap­pre­ci­ate it, and that’s enough.” Be­tween songs at the Trif­fid, Aurora talks a lot, and she’s of­ten funny and en­dear­ing.

‘ In the be­gin­ning I didn’t re­ally talk be­cause I didn’t have any­thing to say. But then I learned that if you do talk to the au­di­ence, peo­ple tend to feel more safe and more connected to you’ Aurora Ak­snes

“We’ve been doing all these shows in Aus­tralia, and it’s so strange we can have our own show in Bris­bane and there are peo­ple here wait­ing for us,” she says at the be­gin­ning. “From the bottom of my huge heart and small tits — ac­tu­ally, no, they are quite big — thank you so, so much for com­ing tonight.”

Later, she ad­mits to feel­ing some snotty con­ges­tion: “It’s kind of loos­en­ing up now as I’m danc­ing and making its jour­ney down my throat. It tastes like salt and I don’t know how I feel about that.” But while in­tro­duc­ing Through the Eyes of a Child, she turns se­ri­ous for a few mo­ments.

“Some­times it’s hard to find peo­ple to talk to about your pain be­cause it makes us feel like a bur­den, or we are taught to feel like a bur­den when we are not happy,” she says. “I know you’re all here for a rea­son. Maybe you’re a bit like me: you’re emo­tional or you look a bit dif­fer­ent on the in­side or the out­side. This next song is for you if you’re go­ing though a hard time.”

This con­nec­tion with her au­di­ence is real and rare, but it wasn’t al­ways this way.

“In the be­gin­ning I didn’t re­ally talk be­cause I didn’t have any­thing to say,” she tells Re­view. “But then I learned that if you do talk to the au­di­ence, peo­ple tend to feel more safe and more connected to you. You show them a spe­cial thing they don’t usu­ally see un­less they go to my show. It’s like they’re my friend or I’m their friend. I do have mouth di­ar­rhoea be­cause I tend to talk way too much, but it just hap­pens. I do what I want and, at the mo­ment, I feel like talk­ing a lot.”

Aurora’s cover of the Mas­sive At­tack hit Teardrop, per­formed for Triple J’s Like a Ver­sion segment, has at­tracted nearly seven mil­lion YouTube views

There’s another as­pect of her artistry that has changed in re­cent years, too. “I used to feel ner­vous be­fore shows, but then it stopped be­cause I re­alised it’s ob­vi­ous I know what I’m doing,” she says. “I know why I’m here; I know how to do this. Now, I find it more scary to be among peo­ple or to have a one-to-one con­ver­sa­tion with some­one. I know what to do on the stage and it feels like it’s im­por­tant.”

With shows booked up to De­cem­ber, in­clud­ing an ex­ten­sive 20date tour of Norway, her re­cent Aus­tralian trip will soon be in the rear-view mir­ror. While travelling here, how­ever, she was par­tic­u­larly in­spired by our na­tive trees, which she found to be vastly dif­fer­ent com­pared with those in her home­land, so per­haps the sights and sounds of our coun­try may feed back into her fu­ture art.

Yet watching her on stage, be­fore an au­di­ence completely in tune with her voice and body, the phi­los­o­phy she out­lined in that video a few years ago comes to mind. Aurora can’t be put in a cage, be­cause she is wild and alive. Luck­ily for us, her mu­sic is not some­thing she has kept for her­self.

A Dif­fer­ent Kind of Hu­man (Step 2) is re­leased on Fri­day via Glass­note Records.

[santoteez]

In The Bronx- Hongjoong (1)

Part: 1 of (?)

Parts 2 and 3 now available!

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Eventual Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, mentions of drugs, mentions of child neglect & abandonment, swearing, mentions of sex, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

Hongjoong sat at the kitchen table of his one-bedroom apartment, bagging the white powder-like substance in tiny Ziploc bags, before moving onto the pungent-smelling plant. He knew it was wrong, but he did it for his family. Since he was little, it had always just been him and his brother.

His mother left them at the steps of a crackhouse when Hongjoong was just five. Minjoon, his younger brother, was just a month old. He remembered nothing of their mother, and for that Hongjoong was grateful. She set the baby carrier down next to Hongjoong’s jittery legs before running into a car with an unknown man who had a prominent scar on his face. A policeman saw the two boys crying from the street, which prompted a raid, although Hongjoong and Minjoon’s mother was never found, not even with the clue of the man’s scar which Hongjoong provided.

They spent years in and out of foster homes. It was a desperate struggle to keep the boys together. No one wanted to take in two boys at once. Nine times out of ten, the family wanted Minjoon alone. Hongjoong took no offense to that, if he were them, he’d only want Minjoon too. Minjoon was a parent’s dream. He was smart, talented, and studious. Most importantly, he wasn’t a rebellious teen with trust issues instilled in him from seeing his mother run away from the stoop where she told him to stay put. Hongjoong spent his teen years being ran out of foster homes, for reasons he thought were absolute bullshit. After all, how did he know his foster mom would freak out catching him in bed with a senior during his freshman year?

Eventually, Hongjoong turned 18, and gained legal guardianship of Minjoon, much to his foster parents’ dismay. They had planned to adopt Minjoon but seeing as though Hongjoong was his only known blood relative and had the means to take care of him as well as his own place, it was a no brainer for the judge that he be appointed as Minjoon’s caretaker.

What the judge didn’t know, however, was how Hongjoong came to make all that money. Sure, he had paystubs from a clothing store, but did he have to explain that he was fired a week before the court hearing after word got to the manager that he was a drug dealer in his spare time? No. And for as long as Hongjoong could, Minjoon didn’t have to know either.

That’s why every day from the time he dropped Minjoon off at school until it was time to go pick him up again, Hongjoong sat at their kitchen table and bagged his product, preparing it for pickup. As much as he’s wanted to quit, he was recently moved up to kingpin after his boss retired and left the business to him. Plus, it paid the bills and he just needed a little bit more to send Minjoon to college.

Hongjoong glanced at the clock. It was almost time for him to go. “Where the fuck is Seonghwa? He has to take all this shit from here.” He sighed. As if on cue, the door unlocked, Seonghwa flying in.

“I’m late. I know. I got caught up.”

Hongjoong looked up from the table. “Caught up in terms of women, or in terms of business?”

“Business. But I handled it.”

Hongjoong stood up, making sure his keys were in his pocket. “You always do. I gotta bounce, make sure all this shit is gone before Minjoon is here.”

“As you said, I always do. Oh yeah, HJ,” Seonghwa wasted no time tossing the product into his Northface backpack as Hongjoong put on a pair of sneakers and head out the door. “Santana is waiting for you outside her building.”

Seonghwa was Hongjoong’s right hand. The two started pushing weight around the same time, forming an unbreakable bond. When the business was left to Hongjoong, his first rule of order was to appoint Seonghwa as second in command. After all, he was the only one he could trust with a key to his apartment and the job of making sure word of the job never makes it to Minjoon.

Hongjoong hopped into his all-black, Nissan Altima, turning it on and pulling out of the parking space. The guys back at the warehouse clowned him all the time for choosing to drive such a mundane car, but he called it being smart. A Lamborghini or Aston Martin in the heart of The Bronx was a huge red flag. Who would think to suspect the guy with a Nissan?

Aside from his brother, the one person Hongjoong was willing to do anything for was Santana. Santana was a 5’4 dark skin woman that lived nearby. Hongjoong tried for months before he was able to capture her attention. He always saw her on her way home from work when he did his nightly drops. He always looked forward to seeing her hips sway and her curly hair either down her back or up in a bun. She never responded when he said “Goodnight” or “How you doing” but that didn’t stop him from saying it every time. It wasn’t until Hongjoong asked about the book he saw her carrying one of the few times he saw her during the day.

“You’re reading Aurora. That’s a great book.”

“You read?” She asked skeptically.

“Of course. It’s about a ship traveling to Tau Ceti to form a human colony, right? You owe me a date if I am.”

And the rest is history.

Today was Santana’s day off, so Hongjoong pulled up to her building where she was already standing. She was dressed in Nike from head to toe with Bred 1s on her feet. Her face was beat to the gods, with red eyeshadow to match her sneakers and lip gloss coating her full lips.

She hopped into the passenger side and Hongjoong leaned in for a kiss.

“Ms. Davis, as beautiful as ever.” He said when she pulled away.

“On our way to get Minjoon?” She asked, putting on her seatbelt.

“The one and only,” Hongjoong said.

“Nice. I love that kid.”

Hongjoong side-eyed her playfully. “Calm that down.” He said, laughing when she rolled her eyes at him. “Nah I get it. He’s pretty amazing.”

“Amazing? HJ, he’s UNDEFEATED. All-star quarterback, captain of the debate team, student body president? Isn’t he on his way to win prom king?”

Hongjoong nodded proudly. “He’s gonna take over the world someday.”

Santana grabbed his free hand. “Only because he has the best of the best in his corner, every step of the way.”

Hongjoong lifted her hand to his lips, kissing them softly. They drove the rest of the way in silence, occasionally singing along to the radio. They pulled up to Minjoon’s high school just in time to see him walking out, a crowd following him through the doors, girls calling out to him and swooning when he reciprocated. He broke into a slow jog when he saw Hongjoong’s car, Santana hopping out of the passenger seat to greet him and move to the back. Hongjoong told her numerous times that she didn’t have to get out, but she insisted. She loved seeing them interact with one another. It was one of the few times Hongjoong looked completely carefree; the way he should look all the time.

“Santana! Long time no see!” Minjoon shouted, beaming at the short girl.

“Minjoon, the man of the hour. I see all those girls eyeing you.” She winked.

“Don’t give me so much credit. I learn everything I know from the man in the driver’s seat.” Minjoon laughed, hopping in the car.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don’t bring no girl with a belly to the house. I’ll crack your shit.” Hongjoong dapped him up.

“Same goes for you. If Santana so much as gains an ounce, I’m coming for your head.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “That’s none of your business, I’m grown.”

“It becomes my business when I can’t sleep because all I hear is your name being screamed from the living room.”

“I bought you Beats! USE THEM!”

“Seriously? That’s your solution?”

“They’re noise-canceling. What’s that whisper shit called? ABCD?” Hongjoong asked.

“ASMR, babe,” Santana said in between laughs.

“There you go. Fall asleep to that shit.”

They went on like this until reaching the house. There, Seonghwa was standing outside with a couple of guys from the crew. Minjoon hopped out running to him.

“Seonghwa! How you been, playa?”

“Shit. Not as good as you, Youngblood. Look like you living on top of the world nowadays.” Seonghwa smiled at the young boy.

Hongjoong watched the interaction from the car, staring intently.

“Are you ever gonna tell him?” Santana asked.

Hongjoong knew what she was referring to. As far as Minjoon knew, Hongjoong was an overnight stock associate for Costco and was saving up to go to college, after having gotten his GED a couple years back. Faking the paystubs and documentation for Minjoon’s school was a piece of cake, with his boy San, who managed the local storefront, providing him with anything he needed. There was even video evidence of him working, should he ever need it.

“C’ mon Santana, don’t start that shit.” He refused to meet her gaze.

“You can’t keep him in the dark forever. Eventually, he’ll find out. He’ll be mad you lied to him.” She pointed out. If there’s anything Minjoon valued, it was honesty. Knowing his only family lied to him would crush the boy like no other.

“I know that. I just-” Hongjoong paused, looking for the right words. He glanced back out the window to see Minjoon giving Seonghwa a very detailed re-enactment of last week’s football game.  “Not yet. Let him be a kid for a little longer. I never got that.”