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hiraethserein · 2 years

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A South African's Review of the Forgiven (2017)

This was rough.

[Spoiler Alert]

My credentials?

So, I'm a South African born and raised, I have lived and breathed South African culture for twenty-one years. I did five years of History in High School, I got a distinction (80% or above) for History on my final matric marks... I am also currently studying Linguistics in college, which is at the time of writing this a year and a half of studying.

Right, so those are the reasons I give for being an expert on South Africa.

Let me begin this review by saying, obviously I'm not a film critic, and I'm not really an expert on South African history, I am writing this review from the point of view of an actual South African who has been involved in and submerged in South African culture for 21 years.

Let's Begin

Let's start with the premise of this film. The Truth and Reconciliation Commission. I had to study this in detail in high school and write several essays on it in which I received high marks. We went in depth with learning about the TRC and so, I know that there are several cases that the TRC investigated and brought forward for amnesty that were high profile and involved hit squad members. So, my first question is: why make up this fictious Piet Blomfeld character and storyline? Was the truth not good enough? Is that not what the TRC exactly there for? The truth? It's in the name...

Directors and Writers

So, the director Roland Joffé is also one of the writers (the other being Michael Ashton), he is British. That's all I'm going to say. They are not South African. They are British, and if you remember any African history lesson then you'll remember the literal and very bloody war that the British and Dutch waged for the right to become the overlords of the native people.

Character Analysis:

Archbishop Desmond Mpilo Tutu

I have watched Archbishop Desmond Mpilo Tutu since I was a toddler on TV, watched his speeches, his appearances for charity, watched him dance and laugh and be a real good person with people in need.

I was not very impressed with the portrayal of the Archbishop, now I wasn't his best friend, I didn't know him personally but I, like many many South Africans, felt very close to him because he was a man of the people in every way, that's why President Nelson Mandela asked him to be the chairperson for the TRC.

Now, I like Forest Whitaker as an actor, but I think he was mislead by the directors and writers. Firstly, the Archbishop's hairline was farther back (that's a very easy thing to get right), he stuttered a lot more than in the film and his voice was higher with a more apparent accent.

At one point Whitaker mispronounces the click in Xhosa, now I'm not a fluent Xhosa or Zulu speaker. However, I did learn Xhosa up until grade 8 and I learnt how to pronounce the clicks and basic words and phrases. I know very little Xhosa now, but I hear it almost on a daily basis, and I can distinguish between the clicks as there is a range. I'm also learning about it for linguistics in some detail.

Oh and I've never heard anyone call Tutu 'Bish'. He was pretty relaxed but I think any South African would find that slightly offensive as he was a high respected and almost familial figure in our culture and heritage.

Later in the movie Whitaker does speak Xhosa fairly well which confuses me as to why he couldn't pronounce it earlier. But, we'll get onto linguistics later.

Piet Blomfeld

This is a fictional character, and I ask myself why? There were several high priority former police members that sought amnesty from the TRC. Instead we are given Piet, who is clearly still deeply racist and prejudiced against any person of colour and believes there will be a civil war between white and black people for the soul and rule of the nation. He wants no amnesty, and doesn't believe in the TRC nor in Tutu himself.

I ended up counting 19 k-words (I will not be writing that word out because it is extremely offensive and deeply ingrained in the racism of apartheid, I don't even hear people using this word anymore except in movies of the past) these were entirely unnecessary at many times and just used for shock value. I understand that it shows how racist the character is, but there are far more sophisticated ways of showing that, not with these ham-fisted monologues quoting Milton from Paradise Lost as if that is the end all be all of intelligence.

There is no reason Tutu, in this film, would be interested in this man and his racist nonsense. There is nothing special about quoting Milton and his ramblings of a civil war would barely occupy a half percentage of my thoughts let alone drive me to go visit the idiot in Pollsmoor.

So, this character is shown to be sympathetic (if not empathetic) towards a village of black folks, becoming best friends with a black girl. However, he goes from this to a hit squad member who murders two children, stringing a girl up naked while on her period and then shooting her head off and then burning her and her boyfriend's bodies while having a braai (barbeque) some meters away. How then should I feel sympathy for this character? Because his bigoted racist abusive father broke his arm and gunned down the family of black people Young Piet was friends with?

How did he go from sympathiser to an assassin that not only killed for political reasons but enjoyed killing black people and went out of his way to do so? That is never really explained, nor why we should care about his childhood. It reminds me of a Wattpad story where the bad boy is excused for being a dick because his dad hit him as a child. He also says to the Archbishop "once a slave, always a slave"... no this man does not want redemption.

He also seems to 'adopt' a 17 year old boy (Benjamin) in the prison that is deemed weak by the 28 gang, and is in turn called the leader's wife. However, when a failed assassination attempt on Piet's life ends with him adopting the boy who attempted it and tries to save him from his fate in the gang by 'speaking for him' now why would he do this? He has only ever (since being in prison) shown disgust for any person of colour and the only thing that would have been consistent with his character would be if he had killed the boy himself and not spoken for him at all.

In the end he decides to snitch to help Mrs. Morobe and Tutu find out what happened to her child... this, again, seems to make no sense with his character and what they had set up for him. He is beaten to death because of this by an old friend turned prison guard that doesn't want to be outed for his crimes. So, he had recorded his testimony for the TRC beforehand, he get his story in the end anyway.

However, they play African singing as he's beaten with memories of his young black friend who his father murdered as if we're supposed to feel sorry for him, as if we are supposed to sympathise with him or even root for him. Instead, I felt he got what he deserved.

Moving on swiftly.

Mrs. Morobe

The one character and actor I will sing praises for. I adored this character not only because of the terrific acting, but because her character was very much set in reality. There were very, very many family members who were desperate to find out what happened to their lost loved ones, including where they were buried and how they died. This was what the TRC was designed for, to help grieving families primarily and then to foster peace and reconciliation between those left over from the former regime looking for forgiveness and disrupted, hurt families seeking the truth.

Her end speech directed at one of the men in the hit squad that was responsible for her daughter's death, Hansie Coetzee, delivering a beautiful and tragic speech about a mother's love and hate, the anger and resentment she feels which has bled into her adoration for her child and the beautiful life she lived. Her breakdown at the mention of her daughter being shot was very realistic as to what happened during the TRC, grieving family members were allowed to speak, and allowed to cry and mourn during the commission, they wailed and screamed at times because the horrors of the truth were, well, horrible and evil.

Her persistence, her courage and her beauty in the face of true evil acts, will be the only shining star in this movie so hold onto it tight. To be honest, this movie should have revolved around her and her fight for finding the truth.

Tertiary Characters

Most of the tertiary characters were South African and so their accents were perfect, that I will give credit for. However it's very little credit because there are many good South African actors who could have acted all the parts but we move on.

Linguistics

Now, as I've said I've been a South African born and raised for 21 years, I speak Afrikaans fluently, I understand it and it's dialects like Kaapse Afrikaans (originating from the Cape Flats, an impoverished area of Cape Town where linguistics mixed in a melting pot of cultures) which is used in the Pollsmoor scenes with the gang the 28's.

We are provided subtitles for the non-South Africans who find it difficult to understand a Kaapse accent and phrases. Now, that I do understand. However, I don't understand why the subtitles are incorrect. This often happens however when it comes to translating South African languages and dialects, phrases and terms. This is deeply unfortunate, it is also unfortunate that this can be easily fixed with a consultant that was born and raised South African. It's very easily fixed. So much so that I am always very disappointed.

There were several instances where the American actors pronounced "can't" incorrectly for a South African accent, using the American /a/ as in "ant" rather than the South African /ah/ as in "ark" which is bizarre.

The American acted Afrikaans characters stress the r far too much. Yes, many Afrikaners do over pronounce the rolling r but many don't and having that linguistic difference would have been nice, especially with Piet's character who takes that r and really runs with it, often accenting words strangely or with a far too hard take on the accent entirely.

Eric Bana speaking Afrikaans was certainly a choice, it wouldn't have been a choice I would have made but clearly someone did and it's too late now. I'm not going to go into the strictest detail on his pronunciations and lack of general language understanding (if that's something you want then you can ask).

Now, there is also a scene I'd like to highlight. This is when Tutu is speaking to Mrs. Morobe, they are both native Xhosa speakers but are speaking to each other in English? Mrs. Morobe speaks English well for a second language but it can be seen she still struggles with sentence structure and vocabulary, so, wouldn't it have been easier to speak in Xhosa? This is where a Xhosa South African citizen would have been a good choice for Tutu's actor where a far more natural interaction could have taken place.

Whitaker does say two sentences in Xhosa far later in the movie and as I'm not a native or even second-language Xhosa speaker I can't really say whether he did well or not.

Whitaker's accent in general seems to come and go, like the highness of his voice seems to wax and wane. Other than that I think, overall, his relationship with his wife is shown to be very sweet and supportive, and as I said before, I did not know these people personally, I certainly did watch them interact in the media and so on and it seems pretty true to life.

Sentence Structure and Translation

Right, let's get into the rough stuff.

There are several scenes in Pollsmoor (a maximum security prison that I actually live fairly close to although I have no relationship with the prison or anyone inside), which follow not only our Piet but the gang called the 28s. Now majority of this gang are made up of black men who speak Xhosa and Zulu as their first language, one of the leaders however is a Cape Coloured man who speaks a mixture of Kaapse Afrikaans and English which comes and goes. As I mentioned above however, their subtitles for his speech is very broken and incorrect most times.

Most Egregious Examples

When trying to gauge a younger character's worth whether to be initiated or not, he asked the boy a question relating to an umbrella and rain (whatever) and he says "Now answer the 28 another question" in a mix of English and Kaapse Afrikaans, however the subtitle says "Now you answer another question for the 28" it's just plain wrong and I don't understand how that could get confused.

When he says to answer the question again he says "What do you wys me?" Now as a South African (which I've said for the 200th time now) I now and use the term 'wys' and it's very difficult to translate. In a very, very rough sense 'wys' means to share info, tell someone something or describe something or someone. Roughly that sentence means "What do you say to me?" or "What do you show to me?" while the subtitle says "What do you do?" this is completely something else though. It's a question directed towards the person who asked it, not necessarily directed only toward the person being asked.

The gang members also call the gang a "camp" and yet the subtitles replace that with "gang" even though it's very clear English that they are saying "camp".

A small note on Pollsmoor: From what I have heard and seen on the news, the violence portrayed in Pollsmoor in the movie is fairly accurate as well as the gang behaviour and attitude. It is a maximum security prison after all.

The TRC Opposition

Of course, with any recently destabilized regime, when Apartheid was disassembled there were still many, many supporters of the old government that were in absolute opposition of the TRC and its message, thou shalt seek forgiveness and thou shalt receive amnesty. To begin with, many of these former hit squad members didn't believe they needed to seek forgiveness for their crimes to begin with, they believed that the atrocities they had committed was for the good of the country and the superiority of the "superior" white race. Obviously this was stupid and bullshit, but it was still deeply felt in many white South Africans (of course not all). Therefore the displeased, distasteful, and offended sentiment expressed by the former "secret police" or hit squad members is accurate to the time, place and circumstance.

Weird Things

There is a bizarre scene towards the end, where Hansie Coetzee's wife seeks Tutu out to apologise for being ignorant and racist, she cries and asks for forgiveness although she says it is doesn't mean much. When Tutu asks her why she thinks it doesn't mean anything, she says because they are white tears. Tutu, for his part, says that luckily tears have no colour and all he sees is someone who needs a hug and hugs her. This confused me because she was barely even a tertiary character... she had no bearing on the story whatsoever and it seems they only included this to show white guilt which has been and still is very apparent in the country, especially by younger people who were born after the fall of Apartheid.

Final Thoughts

This wasn't a good movie, neither in its overall story or portrayal. I did not like this movie. I don't like it when foreigners take South African stories into movies and use foreign actors when they could have used South Africans who have bled for and felt the changes of democracy. I was not a freedom fighter, I was not alive during Apartheid so I have no first hand knowledge. But I have studied South African history in detail going back to before colonisation.

If you made it this far, congratulations, and thank you. If you want to see more of this, whatever this is, please let me know. And anyone who leaves a ghost emoji in the replies gets a follow?

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tomatisaustralia · 2 months

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angelsleepinggurl · 4 months

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟒

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As the day winds down in Nanami's office, Naaila's voice cuts through the hum of printers and shuffling papers, coming from the phone pressed to your cheek by your shoulder. Piles of paper occupy your hands as you teeter from one side of Nanami's office to the other.

"So, what do you wanna do after work?" Naaila asks.

Pausing, you unload the paperweight onto a nearby surface. Leaning against the expansive window, you look out of the office window wall with a panoramic view of the city skyline. The sunlight paints the room with a golden hue, causing a wave of sleepiness to slowly start to wash over you.

"Indian food sounds good to me," you suggest, breaking momentarily from the office's cinematic view. Seating yourself on one of the plush leather sofas tucked away in the corners of the office, you let the stress of work fly away, taking a moment to yourself.

Naaila, being the sociable person she is has very different plans and means for the night. "What if," she starts, leaving a moment of silence to let her suggestion steep in the air, "we maybe went out tonight. You know, you and me, a little girl time." Naaila's liveliness and itch to party all night long heavily contrast with your laid-back nature. Your mind fills with countless instances to which you've been forced to go out just for the sake of her, but you don't mind it too much, it's all to make your best friend happy.

"I don't know, Naaila. I'm not feeling it tonight," you begin, your words met with her forceful interjection.

"We haven't been out in ages," she whines like a toddler begging for a toy.

"Naaila, I—" She cuts you off again, determined to sway your decision.

"But we really need this, and it's been so long."

"I can't tonight."

"Is it because you're trying to impress your boss, or iare you really tired?" She presses.

"I genuinely can't." The printer, which has started being uncooperative too starts to aggrevate you. Your finger harshly punching the button on the machine. "Well, look at it this way. This is an opportunity for you to get back out there, and go on a date or two. " you suggest in an attempt to keep her happy.

There's a harshness in her voice when she tells you, "I don't want to go on a date."

"Ooh I see."

"See what? What do you see?"

"Ever since you've been hanging around that Gojo guy, you've been different. " you explain, a mischievous tone laced in your voice.

"What do you mean different? I haven't been anything but the same."

Her defensive tone doesn't stop you from taunting her, "Well, you aren't even trying to go on a date for fun anymore. What happened to all those dating apps on your phone?"

"They were taking up my storage and besides I told you."

"Hmm, sure," you tease, your persistence unwavering.

"You're insufferable."

"Love you too," You quip, a parting ding echoing through the phone as you end the call between the both of you. You turn around, face to face with the troublesome printer. A couple of beeps and boops before the printer flashes an irritating "ERROR" code, as if your day can't get even more irksome, it doesn't take long before your attention is torn away from it though.

"Nanamin?" An unfamiliar voice, sounding alarmingly young for anyone in this building. Your head whips around and behind you stands three kids hovering around the door. The boy in front with pale pink hair and two other people peering from behind him. The boy's first words being 'Nanamin' catch you off guard, nearly missing it.

"Who?" You ask but apparently, your words don't travel far, as they go back to talking amongst themselves.

"I told you he wasn't gonna be here." Another voice adds, a not-so-quiet 'tsk' is said.

"Who are you looking for?" You ask again.

"Nanami." Realisation dawns on you, clarifying why the boy mispronounced your boss's last name.

"He went for a break. He'll be back—," you begin to explain, only to be interrupted by a new wave of confusion. "I'm sorry, how did you guys get in here?" The question lingers, as the puzzle of these three kids infiltrating the office without any challenge baffles you.

"We asked the people at the reception," the pink-haired boy replies nonchalantly.

"See guys, I told you we weren't meant to be here." A new unfamiliar voice adds. The kids are still looming around the door, and feeling bad for kicking them out is not something you really want to have to deal with.

You motion for them to come into the office, "It's fine, you guys can just wait here till he arrives." The three kids walk further into the room, looking around the spacious place, with gold lining occasionally appearing. They soon find themselves seated on one of the plush couches past the partition in the room. Instead of spreading out, they all sit on the same one, probably not feeling comfortable enough to do so. Then silence.

The trio venture further into the room, their eyes absorbing the lavish, gold linings which glisten underneath the sun's evening glow. They soon find themselves seated on one of the plush couches in the room. Instead of spreading out, they all sit on the same one, probably not feeling comfortable enough to do so. Then the room descended into silence.

As you resume your battle with the insufferable printer, the kids mirror your silence. As an adult, you should initiate small talk or spark a conversation to life to alleviate the awkwardness. But do you really have to be an adult all the time? Internally sighing, you clear your throat preparing to speak.

"So, like, are you his secretary?" The pink-haired boy breaks the silence, his voice carrying a youthful curiosity.

"Kinda, I'm his personal assistant," you clarify, pausing your task to actively listen to them.

"Ooh," Itadori sighed in understanding.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you blurt out the pressing question in your mind, "How do you guys know Mr. Nanami?"

"He's friends with our teacher. " The girl present responds, her hand propping up her chin on the armrest and her bob-length brown hair falling in front of her face slightly.

"Is anyone even friends with him?" The last boy retorts, his scepticism echoing through the room. He sits, laid back, looking off distantly, a negative tilt to the corners of his mouth.

"You guys don't like your teacher huh?" You chuckle a little, remembering the days you were in high school and despised your teachers. They all collectively chime in, a couple of " He's so annoying." or "He's so dumb." being the most distinguishable comments.

"You know what's so crazy, you look like some sort of celebrity." The brunette states, squinting her eyes at you. The pink-haired boy next to her exclaims explaining how he "thought that too." The two go back and forth naming celebrities you could look like. "What about ______ ?" The brunette looks at him dumbfounded.

"No she doesn't she- wait actually, 'cause they kinda have the same lips." she adds, the both of them attentively analysing your facial features, causing

a warm flush to rise to your face from the unexpected spotlight.

"Kugisaki, Itadori stop suffocating her please." the two teens sit back, in synch, eyes still glued to you. You give a polite smile to the boy who offered to break it up. Before you can ask them another question, the door opens and in walks Mr. Nanami who steps back a little bit from surprise at seeing the teens in his office.

"You're finally here Nanamin." The pink-haired boy says standing up and walking towards the confused blond, who just hums in response. Nanami looks at you and the two of you lock eyes from across the room.

"I see you've met Itadori and his friends," he remarks, now standing next to the boy.

"Well, yeah," you respond, a hint of hesitance lingering in your voice.

I guess I haven't met them entirely; I don't know their names.

"We totally forgot," the brunette admits. "My name is Kugisaki Nobara, he's Fushiguro Megumi, and he's Itadori Yuuji." You nod slowly

trying your best to keep everyone's names to memory.

"I'm L/N Y/N, pleasure to meet you all."

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harrieatthemet · 3 years

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Long Weekend

These are the hardest.

He’s bad at letting go. Goodbyes are hard, he figures it’s like that for everyone. Being the first to say goodbye at parties is hard. Saying goodbye to his mother is hard.

Saying goodbye to his daughter is, by far, the absolute hardest departure of them all.

“Daddy,” she inquires, tone honeyed and so heavenly he could almost swoon, “chocolate or lanella?”

Her eyes are big and round as she ganders up at him, face serious as she presses him to answer the question by locking eye contact. And really, he’s trying not to melt. Not because of the perpetual heat from the midday sun, but because she’s trying to be serious with a mustache compiled of chocolate ice cream after mispronouncing the word vanilla.

“S’a tough one, lovey.” a faux puzzled expression flickers on his face as he extends a finger towards her forehead, brushing away a few matted baby hairs, “m’gonna say.. vanilla.”

He emphasizes the word not to belittle her, but moreso to example the correct pronunciation. Of course, she hardly acknowledges his attempt. She’s simply too focused on getting rid of the sprinkles on her chin by utilizing the tip of her tongue.

As she sits there, nearly cross eyed as she focuses her attention on ridding her face of the last remaining purple sprinkle, he’s sat right beside her almost all consumed in adoration. He’s trying his very best to prolong the inevitable, stretch the last few minutes and figure out a way to turn them into hours.

He was lucky to have had her this long; it’s late afternoon on a Monday so he knows that any other weekend he’d be looking at her through a screen instead of tucking away damp pieces of hair behind her ear. Any other Monday afternoon he’d be alone, without her, wondering what she was up to or if she had thought about him at all during her day.

“Y’wanna head inside,” he asks, voice soft as he begins to notice her cheeks going flush from being outside, “maybe get cleaned up ‘for mummy comes?”

He knows that there really isn’t enough time for any of that, but he can’t help but ask. However, it only reminds him why long weekends are the hardest.

It’s almost cruel, honestly. A taste of what a full week with her would be like; bedtime stories, swims in the pool before ice cream breaks, promptly followed by an hour long bath time excursion joined with rubber ducks and an excess of bubbles. Another night of singing her to sleep would be just enough to get him through the week, he thinks. Just one more night of snuggling her until she fell asleep, listening to her sigh in annoyance each time he got up to leave thinking she’d already succumbed to exhaustion. Long weekends are the hardest because they’re almost enough.

“Ok,” and as she agrees to his suggestion, she finally decides to release her death grip on the ice cream cup glued to her pudgy hand, “ ‘n I sleep in your room this time?”

Honest to God he could cry when she asks. And he wants to tell her yes, so badly. He swears he can feel a little part of his heart start to crack as she stands up, extending her small hand to accompany his big one so that she could lead him inside. He’d let her pick anything, whatever she wanted, and all she’d have to do is ask. She could ask for the moon and he’d give it to her without a forethought.

“Next time, lovey,” he frowns, fully knowing next time feels like a lifetime away, “promise.”

She doesn’t take too kindly to the word no, and perhaps that’s Harry’s own fault. He’s got a hard time turning down any request that comes from a face so heart-achingly adorable paired with a voice so angelic. On the rare occasion he does have to deny a request, which usually pertains to this particular one, he does his best to do anything other than say the word no.

Which always works, because she was happy to be perched on Harry’s hip as they navigated there way back inside, her head tucked sweetly into the corner of his neck as she did what she could to ward off the incoming wave of exhaustion.

But, at Harry’s expense, the request was still brewing in the back of her head. Why couldn’t she sleep in his room? He always lets her, even plugs in the flamingo shaped nightlight right at the foot of the bed. And he lets her bring all three of her stuffed animals in, too, tucking them in right next to her as per request.

With her brows furrowed, lips pouted matched with a generally displeased expression, she huffs at him “Wanna sleep in your room.”

He gets a clear display of just how irritable she is once he pulls the clean shirt over her head, stiffling a giggle at the poor braiding job he’s done to her hair. But it entices him to realize just how upset she is with him; any other time, she’d be sure to tell him he pales in comparison to your stellar braiding skills.

“Y’gonna sleep in your room tonight,” he’s forcing an excited tone, doing his best to redirect, “at mummy’s, ‘n I’ll be sure t’remember the flamingo this time so you can plug it in there.”

It’s not what she wants to hear, at all, because her pout is only amplified, “m’sleeping here.”

“Well what about mummy,” he frowns, “m’sure she misses you ‘n wants t’see you, yeah?”

“She can sleep here too,” and to her, it’s like the best idea she's ever conjured up, because she practically lights up at the suggestion, “with us!”

And it is a lovely idea, one that he’d jump at if he was given the chance. He can remember, and quite fondly, a time where he was sandwiched between two people in his bed instead of a stuffed elephant and a restless toddler. It’s almost enough for him to encourage the idea, beg you to be as excited about it as much as the 3 year old standing in front of him was.

He could ask, he thinks to himself. He could beg and plead, it’s not like he hasn't done it several times before. Of course it’s never worked, which is why he was here, getting accustomed to a familiar sense of disappointment as you let yourself in through the front door to pick up his daughter.

“Daddy ask her,” she’s practically buzzing at this point, wiggling in her spot as she hears you call out her name before Harry’s, “please daddy!”

That’s all that it was; an illusive idea cultivated by a 3 year old.

ANGEL BABY IS FUCKING BACK!

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onceuponaloonatic · 3 years

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Okay so how about that little hc where sae cries cause her blanket is gone but make it so her sisters are trying to go on a little adventure to find it like its a little safari / treasure hunt😭😭 then when sae starts crying, her ka-san steps in to show her where the blanket is🥺 -💜

Sae had always loved her blanket. It was her comfort object, and since she was a pretty anxious baby she needed it. She carried it with her everywhere, never letting go of it even when it got something spilled on it or got food on it. Even if her parents asked, she would never give it to them. In her eyes, it was like they wanted to take it. Even if all they wanted to do was wash it. Since it was in a house with four kids under seven and the fact that the only person who touched it, Sae, was two, the blanket got messy quickly. It drove all three of her parents crazy that she wouldn’t let them wash it, but they also didn’t want to deal with a full-on meltdown so they stayed quiet.

Well, at least until they couldn’t stay quiet anymore. The poor blanket had gotten an entire cup of apple juice spilled on it and it was starting to smell. Mina, Sana, and Tzuyu knew it needed to be washed. Sae did not agree. So they took it when she was asleep. It wasn’t the best thing to do, but they knew this was the easiest option. Mina had it all planned out. They would take the blanket once they were sure Sae was asleep for her nap and then it would be in the dryer by the time she woke up. They would distract her with a trip to the park and when they got back her blanket would be ready for her to carry around everywhere with her again.

During nap time was when one or two of them would go run errands on the weekends. It was the easiest time to get away, and that way they were able to spend a lot of family time together on the weekends, plus it kept any of them from getting overwhelmed by the four kids. On this particular day, Mina and Sana had left Tzuyu alone to watch the kids while they went to the grocery store. Tzuyu didn’t mind, she was behind on that drama Nayeon had gotten her addicted to and it was rare she had the time to watch an entire episode without interruption. She just started it right when her wives left, knowing it should be over right at the end of nap time. It was all planned out, and everything was going well at least for a bit.

Until Sae woke up thirty minutes early from her nap.

Mina had put the kids on pretty strict schedules. Even Sai was still on a very consistent schedule that didn’t change other than holidays. All the kids slept at the same time everyday, ate at the same time, went to bed at the same time, had naptime at the same time. It was better for them, at least in Mina’s eyes, to have that stability of a consistent schedule. It definitely helped Sae’s anxiety that everything was so consistent. Waking up early was rare for any of the kids, but especially Sae. Since she was a baby, she had loved sleeping the most. Her and Saki were close, but Sae beat her out just a little bit. She loved to sleep and because of this she adored nap time, it could be hard to wake her up at the right time sometimes because she just loved naptime so much. So needless to say, it was odd for her to wake up early.

The minute Tzuyu heard crying from the baby monitor, she knew their perfect plan was messed up.

Tzuyu immediately went to the triplets' room. They were planning on moving them all to their own rooms soon, but for now, they were all still sharing a room as they were still in cribs. Tzuyu was worried about her waking her other sisters early so Tzuyu carried her out of the room and shut the door, turning to Sae once she was out. “What is it Sae-chan?” Tzuyu asked. “B-Blankie is gone.” Sae sobbed. “Oh, Sae…” Tzuyu sighed. She wasn’t sure she could explain this if she wanted to. Every time they had tried to explain the washing machine, it had ended with Sae pouting and saying she didn’t think Blankie needed a bath. “Hey, Blankie will come back.” “Really?” Sae looked at her with wide eyes. She looked just like Mina when she was like this, and Tzuyu had always thought it was cute.

“Yeah. He is just taking a nap himself, and he needs some privacy for his nap.” “Oh, like I nap?” “Yeah like you nap.” Tzuyu hated herself for lying but she had no idea what else to say. “Why don’t you finish up nap time while we wait for them to bring Blankie back?” “No.” Sae pouted. “No sleep without Blankie.” Tzuyu should have seen that coming. Sae had slept with her blanket every night since she was a baby, there was no way she could sleep without it. “Why don’t we go get puppy and watch some tv until your sisters wake up, okay?” Sae nodded at that, still looking a little pouty. Tzuyu grabbed her stuffed dog and handed it to Sae before carrying her to the living room and turning doc mcstuffins on for her. She grabbed her phone and texted her wives before realizing the other kids would be up soon. She went to get Sai first, who already took short naps since she was on the cusp of outgrowing them. Sai was playing on the floor with some of her toys, but when she saw Tzuyu she ran over and told her she was hungry. Tzuyu promised her a snack if she went and waited in the living room with Sae while she woke the other two kids up and Sai happily agreed. Saya was also already awake, fidgeting in her crib and Tzuyu could tell she was debating climbing out before Tzuyu came to get her. Saki was the hardest to rouse, which Tzuyu had expected from her. She is the most tired after naps, so Tzuyu knew she would need a bit of time to wake up. She took Saya downstairs before going back for Saki, holding her as Saki slowly woke up. Once she was good, Tzuyu got Sai a snack and then sat back and watched as the kids got their post-nap energy out.

“Sae-chan seems sad.” Sai was the first to notice Sae’s pouty demeanor.

“Sae-chan sad?” Saya asked, looking at her sister.

“Blankie is napping.” Sae pouted. “Napping? Blankets can’t-” Tzuyu stopped Sai by covering her mouth.

“That’s right Sae, Blankie is napping.” “We can wake Blankie!” Saya suggested. “I don’t know where…” Sae pouted further. “It’s okay, we can go find him!”

“Find him?” “Yeah yeah like a treasure hunt!” Saki mispronounced both of those words but Tzuyu mentally praised her effort with those big words. She knew she should stop this, they weren’t going to find Sae’s blanket since they had closed the door to the laundry room, but she thought their efforts were cute. And it seemed to entertain them, so that was something.

“Okay.” Sae nodded. Saya and Saki grabbed both of her hands before going off to find it. Tzuyu made a quick glance to make sure the baby gate to the stairs was still in place before letting Sai go. “Sorry, we are washing blankie but you know Sae doesn’t like it when we wash him.” Tzuyu explained to Sai once the three were gone. “Oh.” Sai nodded in understanding. “Can I watch TV while they do that?” “Yeah sure.” Tzuyu gave her the remote and stayed until Sai was safely in kids' Netflix before going off to find the three toddlers. She found them “exploring” in Mina, Sana, and Tzuyu’s room. Saya was under the bed looking while Saki and Sae looked in the closet. Tzuyu stayed quiet but mentally chuckled at the effort. After a bit, Tzuyu knew she needed to move Sae’s blanket to the dryer so she left them for a bit again. Once it was safely in the dryer she set a timer on her phone before going to check on the triplets. They were being so cute. Sae was practically being dragged by her two triplets and they all looked obnoxiously adorable. It seems to distract Sae for a while, but eventually, she ends up reaching her breaking point. She had been without her blanket for too long, and Tzuyu knew it was going to be done soon. She was going to “hide” it in a pretty obvious place so the triplets could find it and feel accomplished. But it seemed Sae had given up before she was able to do that.

It was probably the most Tzuyu had seen cry. She was sobbing, the past hour and a half of frustration from her blanket building up and spilling out. Tzuyu felt heartbroken just looking at it.

But thankfully, she didn’t have to look for long. She hadn’t even heard Mina and Sana come in, but before she knew it, Mina was bringing Sae her blanket with a little smile. Sae almost immediately stopped crying when she saw it. “Blankie!” Sae screamed, hugging it close. “I found it in the laundry room. What was he doing in there?” Mina asked Sae.

“Mama said he was napping.” Saki answered for Sae. “Oh, was he?” Mina asked. “Well, he is better now.” “He’s warm.” Sae hummed. “I like it.” All the adults smiled when they saw how happy Sae was, they knew it had been stressful for her to not have her blanket and they were just happy she had it back and that it was clean.

#twice #misatzu #sai #sae #saya #saki #💜 anon

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soundofseventeen · 4 years

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The Paper (Jeon Wonwoo)

I hope you all have a good day today!! (also there are several typos in this but they’re intentional i swear)

Requested by @laughinglikenialler

48: “Why are you crying?”

71: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

Wonwoo walked into the bar, looking around the group of people still drinking their bad days away. He really didn’t want to be here, at all. He did have a paper to finish in the next 2 days. But Seokmin had called him saying that you needed to be taken home, and he was the only one who didn’t go out tonight. Therefore, he was probably the only sober one.

Wonwoo was about to pull out his phone and call Seokmin again when he spotted him, sitting at at the bar with Seungkwan and you. He made his way through the bar, stopping as he got to them.

“Hey!” He called over the music, Seokmin and Seungkwan turning to him.

“Oh thank god!” Seungkwan said, Seokmin patting your shoulder and getting you to look at him.

“Y/N! Y/N~!” He said, you blinking slowly at him.

“What happened?” Wonwoo asked, looking at you a little concerned.

“They drank a lot tonight. Everyone wanted to go to a club, but they’re done! We couldn’t just leave them here.” Seungkwan explained, Wonwoo nodding as Seokmin explained that Wonwoo was going to take you home.

“Dude, I have a huge paper due in 2 days, I-”

“Please?” Seungkwan asked. Wonwoo looked at you again, seeing you sleepily looking at Seokmin, half processing what he was saying to you.

“Alright, fine.” Wonwoo shook his head, Seokmin switching places with him, patting Wonwoo’s back at he sat on the stool, you sleepily looking at him. He waved as Seungkwan and Seokmin left, turning his attention to you.

“How you feeling?” Wonwoo asked, trying not to laugh as the dumb, fazed look on your face. You gave him a tight, closed mouth smile, holding your hand up to give him a thumbs up, except you had about three fingers too many up.

“Grape. I’m… I’m grape.” You slurred, Wonwoo chuckling now.

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” Wonwoo teased, you shaking your head.

“Abs… Absoluply not…” You said, Wonwoo helping you up.

“Alright drunky, let’s go.”

“Sorry bubby, my heart belongs to some… someone else.” You said, eyes starting to close again. Wonwoo furrowed his eyebrows. As far as he knew, you weren’t seeing anyone.

“At least you’re hard to take advantage of.” He said, still managing to help you up and try to lead you out of the bar. It took longer than he wanted to, but eventually you were outside, the cool air starting to wake you up a bit.

Wonwoo felt like he was leading a toddler down the street, constantly having to redirect you into the correct direction. He kept laughing as you tried to explain the evening, but it all came out as slurs and he honestly didn’t understand one word you said. But Wonwoo kept nodding along, smiling at how cute you were with your guard down like this.

It wasn’t a secret that Wonwoo had a crush on you, but he knew it wasn’t a good time to tell you. You were both so close to graduating, and he knew that starting a relationship before graduation was a bad idea. Maybe after you both graduated and started your lives.

He finally got you to his car, which was a whole new challenge. The first try you got out of the car as Wonwoo got in. The second try you put the window down and were half out the window, just hanging there. The third try he got in the car and saw you were already looking at the store window outside the car. The final try, he promised you he would give you ice cream if you just… sat in the car. That got you to listen, and thankfully Wonwoo was able to get in the car and start to drive you home.

Then there was a new challenge. Getting you to tell him your door code. He couldn’t get it out of you. Even when he promised you more ice cream, you wouldn’t tell him. Again, he had to admit at least you were being safe and not giving out information freely. Although, right now he really wished you would just tell him.

“Look I…” He said, thinking about his paper at home. “Fine. You’re coming to my place.” He pulled you up again, leading you back to his car, which once again took another 3 tries to get you to stay in the car.

Finally, he was able to get you up to his apartment, laying you down on his couch. He grabbed a bucket, a soda, and a blanket, seeing you already asleep on his couch. Wonwoo shook his head, smiling at you. He put the blanket over you, set the soda on the table, and the bucket on the floor next to you. He then took his laptop and sat on the chair, beginning to work on his paper again.

You slept for about an hour, Wonwoo then hearing you mumble stuff again. He looked at you to make sure you were okay, only to see you crying.

“Woah, woah…” He said, setting his computer on the table and crouching next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, you continuing to cry.

“I can’t… I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” He looked you over, concerned.

“I can’t… Can’t… I can’t tell hm…” You cried, Wonwoo looking at you.

“Tell who?” He asked, rubbing your shoulder.

“Won- Wonwoo.” You hiccuped. Wonwoo’s eyes widened a bit.

“What… What can’t you tell me?”

“No, Seokmin, I cam’t tell Wonwoo.” You cried again, Wonwoo raising an eyebrow. You thought you were still with Seokmin.

“Y/N, you’re not-”

“How could I tell him I’m in love with him?” You said, Wonwoo freezing.

“What?”

“I mean, how can I tell him that he’s the coolest person I’ve… I’ve ever met? Or that he makes my heart go boom boom?” Wonwoo smiled as you gestured with your hand the thumping of your heart. “Or that every time he smiles at me… All I want to do is just grab his dumb face and kiss it? I can’t… He would hate me…”

“Why would I…” Wonwoo stopped himself, backtracking. “Why would he hate you?” He asked, trying extremely hard not to be endeared by you.

“Because we’re best frinds.” You said, Wonwoo smiling as you began to mispronounce words. “I can’t take that away frim hom.” You said, eyes starting to droop again.

“You never know, he might feel the same…” Wonwoo quietly admitted, you shaking your head.

“I dom’t know…” You said, eyes shutting again. Before he knew it, you were asleep again. He patted your shoulder again, shaking his head. He got back up to go sit in his seat again, looking at you a second longer. He did lean forward and place a kiss on your head, smiling to himself as you snuggled into his pillow.

He went and sat back in the chair, pulling his laptop to him again. With one last glance at you, he turned his attention back to his paper. You two could have that conversation tomorrow.

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beauty-grace-outer-space · 3 years

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1. Favorite dinosaur?

2. What's a hobby you've thought about picking up, but haven't?

3. Did you eat lunch?

1. Pteranodon, but for a very specific reason. Back when I was an infant/toddler music class teacher, there was one day where every single kid’s parent decided not to bring them in. All except one, this adorable little three year old girl. So you’ve got me “Teacher T” as I was called, and “Teacher James”, this great guy I worked with and we decide we are going to give this little girl just... the BEST day. Anything she wants to do, we’re doing it because there are no other kids there.

So we’re playing with her and she says she wants to play dinosaurs and we’re like “sick, sure.” And she says one of us has to be a flying dinosaur and starts telling us all these detailed facts about dinos. She tells us to “guess that dinosaur” and starts rattling off facts. This goes on for a while, she gets to one and says, “It flies!” and we both go “Pterodactyl!” and she look at us with the most sass and scoffs like we’re dumb as rocks and says, “Nooooo, it’s a Pteranodon.”

We thought for sure she was mispronouncing a word, but we googled it and lo and behold, there it is. Pteranodon. She tells us all about them including, “They lived in the late crustaceous” (not cretaceous, crustaceous. She was three) period.

And that’s how a little girl kicked the asses of two grown adults intellectually.

2. Kalimba.

3. Yes, I did (but I 100% forgot to eat dinner yesterday, whoops).

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anyaeu · 4 years

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⟨ LUCY BOYNTON. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, ANIKA “ANYA” VILKAITĖ is actually a descendent of A T H E N A. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old ARCHITECTURE from VILNIUS, LITHUANIA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite VIVACIOUS & QUIXOTIC

INFORMATION ◆ CONNECTIONS ◆ DESKTOP

hello friends, my name is ana from the gmt+1 timezone (yes i know i should be sleeping) and i use she/her pronouns. i will to a quick recap of anya’s story below but you can read her full bio in the link above. i still need to finish her google docs but i will tomorrow. i’ll work on the connections page right now so shshshs sorry if you click the link and nothing shows up yet.

01. stats

NAME: anika vilkaitė

NICKNAME: anya

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: st. petersburg, russia (grew up in vilnius, lithuania)

DATE OF BIRTH: july 6, 1998

AGE: twenty-two

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MAJOR: architecture

EXTRACURRICULARS: carly rae jepsen club vp, chess club president, drama club member, fashion & makeup member

SPORTS: captain of the lacrosse team

02. quick bio

her biological father was a welsh cartographer that lived in st. petersburg, russia with his wife.

athena and him started a platonic relationship that ended with her giving her a baby as a gift.

his wife didn’t believe that anya was the child of a goddess, so she just assumed that she was the product of her husband’s affair.

since they have always wanted kids but never were able to conceive, the wife claimed anya as her own child.

her father was not ready for fatherhood so he bailed. he moved to the united states where he still resides and currently is a very important cartographer. he hasn’t spoken to anya since she was a babyf

his father’s wife, vika, adopted her and raised her as her own. took the last names hughes and gave her her own. they moved to lithuania when she was a year old.

athena was always part of her life (her mother still didn’t know about her child being a demigod) and would visit her every night until she realized that her knowing she was a demigod could put her in danger, still she always found a way to look over her.

super smart! competitive and vivacious! she speaks a zillion of languages

found out she was athena’s daughter when she was about eleven and that’s also when her mother found out and she was sent to the camp.

went through a rebellious phase when she turned 18 because she wanted a normal life and ran away and backpacked across europe for a year before monsters found her.

fortunately, athena saved her and brought her to eonia.

she hated it here first but now she loves it

she’s studying architecture

03. personality.

anya likes to be in control. this doesn’t necessarily mean that she wants to be in control of other people’s lives, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. she just wants to be the commander-in-chief of her life. even if she depends on other people’s compliance for her ideas to come to fruition, she tries to take all the shots. at first glance, anya looks like the typical young woman who is into fashion, makeup and overall looking her best. she’s very in touch with her femininity, however, those who know her better would be able to tell you that beneath that put together style there’s a girl who is not afraid of getting her hands dirty to get the job done. she’s very sporty and she is often considered one of the boys which she doesn’t mind at all. loyal to her godly parent, anya can be considered as moody. she changes her mind over a thousand times a day, and while some would say she’s inconsistent, the truth is that she is always analyzing the situation and trying to make the best decisions. she tries to hold her tongue, but unlike athena, she lacks a filter and when she’s experiencing strong emotions she doesn’t think before speaking. she is a dreamer and loves to go on wild escapades.

on the negative side, anya is too idealistic and sometimes very naive. a trait that’s not very worthy of being athena’s child but she can’t help but expect the best of any situation. a hopeless optimistic, she is. however, if she finds out she’s been betrayed, she will unleash her anger without mercy. she holds grudges and doesn’t forgive easily. not the kind of girl that will give you second chances. sometimes she comes across as bubbly and friendly because of her joie-de-vivre, but in fact, she can be very cold and aloof. she doesn’t deal well with feelings and she tries to never show her vulnerable side.

04. powers.

genius intelligence — it’s unclear when anya discovered that she was smarter than the rest of the kids her age. according to her mother, she always seemed to be ahead of the rest. she started speaking when she was fifteen months and it wasn’t just a few mispronounced words, she spoke clear and coherent sentences. by the time she started preschool, she could already in two languages, her native lithuanian and english. unlucky for her mother, anya started asking probing questions when she was just a toddler, her analytical skills have always been on point and she has never been afraid to ask why. as she grew older, these skills only improved. she speaks about ten languages and she continues learning.

strategic skill — she’s unsure if this is a power that came to her naturally or something that she’s been training for years unknowingly. however, she does have the recollection of being very astute in games. as a child, there was no one who could beat her at chess, connect four, monopoly or even tic-tac-toe. as she grew up this skill enhanced and she started applying to her everyday life. she’s always well-prepared and has a plan in mind (although this doesn’t mean they always work). her biggest problem is that anya can be too idealistic and sometimes her plans are a bit difficult to implement. it’s for sure an ability that she’s working on.

skilled craftmanship — she is very good drawing, but she wouldn’t say this is her best ability, however, since she started studying architecture this is the skill she has improved the most.

audiokinesis — she can memorize the lyrics of a song after listening to it once. anya has an excellent memory, she will never forget birthdays or appointments, she doesn’t even need a calendar but she keeps one just for aesthetics. she remembers even the smallest detail of a person. one of the lucky ones that don’t need to study to ace a test, she just needs to pay attention in class and it’s all engraved in her memory.

telumkinesis — she is good with weapons. of course, she knows everything about them but she is also very skilled in some of them. However, she is only booksmart in this regard, she needs more practice but so far she’s doing well in her combat classes.

#eoniaintro #her bio here is shit but the one in her google docs is full so check that one out #i might change the graphic but not today

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berkblockman · 4 years

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Decent parenting // Barry Berkman x reader

Pairing: Barry Berkman x reader Word count: 2152 Warnings: None that I can think of Request by @prettyinblau: so it was a fluffy request for Barry? where like reader has to take care of her friend's child for a few days and she's so clueless and clumsy and Barry is like you silly and so in love with her and the idea of them being a family and having kids of their own and it's just so cute and wholesome 😭💗 thaaaanks <3!!! Ur the best! (a/n): I just had a flashback of my babysitting days while writing this one... The whole breakfast thing happened irl btw. I loved writing this request, thank you again for sending it 💕

‘Hey, sis. I need a BIG favor.’

When your best friend sent you those words, you supposed she would be asking you for money or borrowing your car for a few days. It wouldn’t have been the first time she would have asked you for that kind of favor, and you were more than okay lending a hand for a friend in need. But what you definitely wouldn’t have expected in a million years was her asking you to take care of her three-year-old son.

It’s not that you didn’t like kids – you thought they were somewhat cute, but you had no experience whatsoever in taking care of them. All you knew was that they cried and pooped all the time, and that information wasn’t exactly relieving.

‘You know I wouldn’t be asking you if I had any other option.’

Your friend was a single mother. Your mom had been one too, and you knew how hard that could be sometimes. Feeling sorry for her, you finally accepted and, within a few hours, you saw yourself with a child in your arms.

“Hi, Aiden.” You greeted him when his mother left your apartment, leaving the two of you alone. “You’re going to stay here with me a few days while mommy goes to a very important meeting. We’re going to have a great time, aren’t we?”

He looked at you with big, curious eyes as he examined you. For the look he gave you, you thought that he didn’t understand a word you were saying. You didn’t know much about kid’s stuff, so you thought that maybe he wasn’t able to speak yet. Boy, were you wrong.

“Mommy?” He mumbled, tears filling his eyes.

“Mommy will be back-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he started crying. Clueless, you tried to rock him back and forth to try and calm him down. Not seeing any success, you decided to let go of him and sit him in your couch as you searched through his things for some toy that would catch his eye. Soon, you found a stuffed monkey that seemed to draw his attention.

“Do you want it?” You asked, moving it around as his innocent stare followed it.

“Monkey!” He started to cry again when he saw his favorite toy out of his reach. As you gave it to him, you heard the front door of your apartment.

Your boyfriend, Barry, walked into the room and looked at the scene in confusion.

“Hey, babe.” You greeted him now that Aiden was too busy biting his stuffed animal. “This is Aiden. My friend has asked me to take care of him for a few days because she has this big job interview in San Francisco.” You sighed as you explained the situation to him. “Sorry, I couldn’t tell you earlier. It’s all been kind of sudden. Hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t say no.”

“It’s okay.” He said with a reassuring smile, walking to you and sitting on the couch, beside the baby. “I love kids. I can help you if you want.”

You smiled back at him, eternally thankful for not leaving you alone in this situation. Aiden stared carefully at Barry as he moved his hand playfully in front of him. It was almost as if he was hypnotized by him.

“Aiden, this is Barry.” You introduced the little boy to your boyfriend. “Say hi to Barry.”

“Hi, daddy.” Aiden mispronounced Barry’s name as he still bit his beloved monkey, causing Barry to laugh. Looking at him and the way he looked at the toddler with heart eyes, you couldn’t hold back a big smile.

Surprisingly, Barry was better at taking care of children than you would have ever imagined. Way better than you were, at least. Apparently, Aiden liked him instantly, you on the other hand… Not so much. Every time you tried to pick him up or play with him, he started crying, which also caused the amusement of your boyfriend. He was extremely entertained watching the way you unsuccessfully tried to gain the kid’s trust and affection.

At mid-afternoon, when you had gave up and had decided to just let him watching cartoons, he started to cry out of the blue. Quickly, you handed him his little stuffed monkey, but it didn’t work. Not being able to find the cause of his annoyance, you closed your eyes and sighed, defeated.

“What is it?” You asked in desperation. “Are you hungry? Do you like fruit? Fruit is good for you.”

You ran into the kitchen as Barry kept an eye on Aiden and tried to calm him down. As quickly as you could, you cut a banana in little pieces so that he could eat it safely and took it to the living room.

“Here comes the train or whatever.” You tried to get him into taking the spoon into his mouth, but he refused to. Feeling hopeless, you groaned. “Why won’t you eat?”

“Babe, I think his diaper is dirty.” Barry told you.

“Dear god.” You facepalmed yourself, you had never changed a diaper before and you were absolutely terrified.

Carefully, you placed Aiden in the diaper-changing position and removed the dirtiest diaper you had ever seen. Trying to hold back your retching, you throw it into the garbage can.

“Ok, I have no idea of what I have to do now.” Desperate, you looked at Barry, who looked back at you with a playful smile. Seeing you so clueless made him feel soft.

“It’s not that hard.” He assured you as he reached for a clean diaper, willing to help you. “You just clean him up and put another diaper on.”

With the extremely indispensable help of your boyfriend, you were able to successfully change your first diaper. And on top of that, you even got Aiden to eat the banana you had prepared for him afterwards. It only took him a while before finally falling asleep. Careful not to wake him up, you placed him on his baby carriage.

“I think he hates me or something.” You shared your thoughts with Barry as you both got into bed.

“That’s not true-” Before he could finish, you interrupted him

“You can’t say shit. He loves you, he even called you dad.” You reminded him. A smile appeared in Barry’s face. He didn’t dare to say it to you now, but he kind of liked the thought of being called dad.

“He just needs a little time to adapt.” Barry assured you. “You’ll see how tomorrow it will be easier.”

“I can only hope so…” You muttered, knowing that you would have to spend several hours alone with Aiden since Barry had a very important rehearsal the next day.

By the time you woke up the next morning, Barry had already left. And luckily for you, baby Aiden was still asleep. Being as quick as you could, you headed to the bathroom before he woke up. At perfect timing, he woke up as you walked out of the toilet.

“Good morning.” You greeted him with a smile. “Are you hungry? Do you want to have some breakfast?” He nodded with his little head, still a little sleepy.

You got him out of his baby carriage and guided him to the kitchen, where you carefully sat him in a chair. Maybe it was because he had just woken up, but he seemed a lot more chilled today.

“Aiden, what do you want for breakfast?” You asked him, not really sure what he liked. The banana you had gave him the day before had seemed to work, but you had run out of them. Also, you supposed you should feed him something else.

“No.” He said as he played with a napkin.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” You asked. “You must be hungry.”

“Yes.” His little voice stated.

“Then let’s have some breakfast.” You purposed.

“No.” This kid was going to drive you insane.

“Do you like yogurt?” You decided to reformulate the question.

“Yes.”

Opening the fridge, you realized you only had natural, flavorless yogurt. You sighed, thinking that maybe the taste would be too sour for him and that he wouldn’t eat it. Having an idea, you took the yogurt and the sugar bowl and placed them in the table in front of him. You poured a full spoon of sugar on the yogurt and stirred it before you feeding him. He seemed to be enjoying his breakfast and everything was going okay when you heard your phone ringing from the other room. You went and picked it up.

“Hey, how is Aiden doing?” Your friend was at the other side. “I hope he’s not causing a lot of trouble.”

“No, don’t worry.” You said. “He’s a sweetheart. How are you doing?”

“I’m a little nervous, to be honest. I don’t know if I’m going to get the job…”

“I’m sure you will.” You tried to be supportive of her as you walked back into the kitchen.

As soon as you saw the mess little Aiden had made, you stopped listening to what his mother was saying. You had forgotten to put the sugar back to its place and now it was all over the place as he ate it. You quickly took the yogurt and the sugar bowl away from him as you tried to prevent him from licking his sugar-covered hands.

“Can I speak to him?” You heard your friend’s voice asking.

“Hey, Aiden, it’s mom!” Trying to act normal so she wouldn’t worry, you put the phone on speaker. “Say something.”

All the devilish toddler did was laugh at the phone, which calmed his mother down. If she only knew what was really going on… After hanging up, you sighed.

“Are you trying to get type 2 diabetes or something?” You shook your head as he still laughed, almost as if he was mocking you.

You couldn’t help but to finally crack a smile too. At least you couldn’t say that you were bored. With your phone still in your hands, you decided to open the camera and point at him.

“Aiden, say Barry.” You encouraged him.

“Daddy!” Your smile grew bigger as you took a picture, amused at the fact that he wasn’t able – or didn’t want – to say your boyfriend’s name right.

“Now it’s time for a bath.” You stated as you sent the picture to your boyfriend.

‘Look what happens when you’re not around lol. I need boyfriend assistance asap’

Barry’s phone rang on his pocket as he observed the terrible work Hank’s men did. Most of them wouldn’t be able to hit a target even if it was right in front of them. It was exasperating, but the only reason he had accepted to train them was the possibility of leaving that life behind once and for all.

He unlocked his phone and looked at what you had sent him. Smiling at the screen, he replied that he would be there to help you as soon as he got out of his rehearsal. Little did you know that he was actually in the middle of the desert with the leader of the Chechen mafia…

Surprisingly, the next day and a half of taking care of Aiden went smoothly. He finally seemed to become fond of you and you could survive those days without any other major incident. To be honest, you also got attached to him at the end, and you even struggled to say goodbye when his mother came back for him.

Everything was incredibly quiet when it was only Barry and you in the apartment again.

“Taking care of Aiden wasn’t that bad after all.” You admitted. “I kind of miss him already, and he only left 10 minutes ago.”

Barry hugged you as he tried to find the right words to say. He didn’t quite know how to tell you what he had had on his mind for the last few days.

“I love you…” He muttered and before you could say it back, he added. “And I’d like to have children with you.” He finally said. You took a step back and looked at him in the eye. It was the first time you discussed that matter and, until that moment, you had never really considered the possibility. “Well, not right away. But at some point.”

“I’d like that too. I think we’d make pretty decent parents.” You finally stated, blushing a little. “Maybe in a few years, when you finally make it as an actor and we can take them to private schools.”

After saying those words, you lent in to kiss him. He kissed you back, smiiling at the thought of getting rid of his old life as a hitman and becoming a successful actor so he could have a happy, normal life with you and your possible children. That sounded really nice.

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ccatskies · 4 years

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rariflash | the perfect gift

for beth (@milkymanoban ) and rasa (@smallcrystals ). have this, munchkins! 💜

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"Ooh, ooh! What do you think of this, darling?" The young woman beamed, slightly jumping up in delight, with her petite body resisting the urge to dance on her tip toes as she held up the figurine of two attached bunnies - one coloured pale yellow and the other as warm as caramel.

The two figures were glued together, as if they shared an exceptional bond, their feelings intertwined with the warmth of love. Their heads were coated with pretty divine dandelion flowers - the very first thing the fashionista caught the sight of. The figurine warmed her heart, as if it was one of the most heart warming things she could ever look at.

And, it was definitely better than all the other gifts her and her buddy had to skim through today.

She frowned slightly as the boy ignores her call, puffing her cheeks in exasperation as she puts down the adorable statuette. Without further hesitation, she carefully walked up to his back, without a single sound resonating from her heels. Hiding a small mischievous smile, the British sweetheart smacked her palms down on the taller boy's shoulder, earning a flinch and a cute gah! from him.

"Hey!" He whined as he whipped his head around, clutching onto another item that the girl didn't notice at first glance.

He only pouted, narrowing his eyes adorably as if he were mad but that didn't do the trick, "Raaares, that scared me."

"Of course, it did, love," she giggled, ruffling the front line of his soft blue hair. She gave a small pat on his cheek, as an indication of asking for forgiveness from the younger boy, prior to caressing his shoulder in an attempt to ease the pain the abrupt smack might've inflicted.

"I was calling for you, Flashie - for the fifteenth time since we arrived in this shop and you barely heard me," Rarity apprised, a lighthearted laugh escaping her system and flowing into his ears like a soothing melody.

"Oh, heh. . ." he trailed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "sorry."

But then, realization hit him, immediately having him scrunch up his nose and cross his arms over his chest, "wait, don't call me that. It's a reserved nickname."

"Oh, right." Rarity laughed again. It was always fun, having this kid around her. Not a single day passed without her deliberately wanting to keep him in her pocket, away from all the harm the treacherous world could offer. She felt like such a mother around him, that it was quite uncanny.

"I just found out the perfect gift for Discord!" She grinned, tugging onto the sleeve of his jacket and pointing to the figurine she discovered from the depths of the stock.

Flash's cornflower eyes widened like a lit bulb, as he burst into a hearty laugh, eyes folding into a tight eye smile, "Discord and bunnies? Interesting."

"Hey, he'd love it!" She retaliated, activating a playful punch on his shoulder. "Look at the colours. What do you see?"

"What do I see?" He repeated, putting a hand on his chin, and resting one elbow on the back of his spare hand, "I see two cute animals stuck together. What else?"

"Uh-hm!" She shook her head, and nudged his shoulder, "not just that! See something else?"

"Uh. . . that they're dusty?"

"Noooo! May I add that I might consider disowning you if you take this long, you little baby." Rarity asserted, as she added in a sing-song voice, "the colours, Flash! The colours!"

"I swear to God, woman, you're worse than Math," he tittered with a new-found anxiety, prior to giving it another try, "It's umm, yellow and brownish? - caramel, yeah, that. And?"

The teenager eyed him incredulously, crossing her hand over her chest and tilting her head to the side, "whose favourite colours are they?"

"Fluttershy likes yellow and Discord likes red but also brown as well - oh." He face palmed, "so, this is why you were saying he'd love it."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as he delved his hands into his pockets, "because it's literally the bunny version of himself next to his potential crush. Smart, Noona."

She laughed at the sudden use of honorific; he only did it when he wanted to emphasize things around. She, technically, didn't know much Korean as Flash did. Yes, she understood normal stuff but when random words were thrown here and there out of context, she'd black out. It was even more ironic that Flash had to sit around, lecturing her on grammatical errors and how she accidentally mispronounced a word once that. . . ahem. . . distorted the entire meaning. She was older than him, but somehow he tended to act like more of the older sibling, which was quite amusing.

"Though it's really. . . ironic how we're buying him two baby bunny figurines when the guy dreams about chaos, has a black room with skulls imprinted on the walls, has a door mat with the picture of a cat that says go home and snaps it's middle finger andddd has huge grandpa energy, despite being a guy who randomly cracks puns about destruction - have you heard him talk?"

Rarity chuckled, taking the volume of her entire lower lip under her teeth, as she interpolated, "when it comes to his potential crush, darling, he would definitely let it slide."

"Rightttt," Flash added, "who doesn't love Fluttershy?"

"I designed her a shirt once, with the words MUST PROTECT in caps," Rarity laughed at the memory, "she found it odd, but the others did anything but disagree."

"By the way, you must be so tired, right? We've been looking for the utopian birthday gift for a while now," Rarity turned to face him entirely, observing the fatigue and weariness evident on his visage, and the way he simply pulled off a smiley face despite being harrowed by her shopping trips.

"C'mon, I'm fine!" He grinned, busting out his pearly whites, followed by a reassuring wink.

Rarity frowned, rolling her eyes playfully, "I'm not going to lie that we've been raiding these shops for a while now. We bought a few handy things, but it took time."

"Phew, thought you wouldn't admit it," he disclosed with a thick grin, prior to shutting his mouth back as he earned the look, "sorry."

"Though, we did buy a lot of gifts for one birthday - two shirts, a freaking BodyFriend, a whole ass Monsta X album - this figurine is next," he eyed the figurine followed by the mountain of bags, neatly placed at one corner of the shop, "besides that, you bought a lot of decoration items for the surprise birthday party as well. Grandpa's turning twenty, we need to do something, I guess."

"That exactly justifies why you're so tired, kiddo," her hand again reached out to the top of his head to ruffle his hair, "you basically ran around with me, and I didn't even have to tell you to handle the bags, and help me with making last minute decisions."

"Although you're sometimes a real brat, I'm grateful you know when to be one," she brought her fist close to her lips to fake a cough, "Rainbow, on the other hand, is an affirmative pain in the arse. That girl keeps getting lost like Pinkie, starts complaining mid-way, somehow manages to lose one bag or more around somewhere in the big stalls or acts like a baby. Bringing Dash with me to shopping is like asking for death."

"I swear if I took a shot each time I lost Dash around in these big markets and had to make announcements like when mothers do when they lose their toddlers, I'd be diagnosed with Alcohol Poisoning," Rarity sighed out loud, reminiscing all those times she had to babysit Dash and Pinkie, but mostly Rainbow because bringing Pinkie with her for shopping was eminently equivalent to begging for a Tsunami.

Everyone admits it, whereas you'd find the Argentine girl confused as fuck.

"Really?" Flash laughed, leaning back on the shelf behind him as he proceeded, "how do you do the announcements?"

"How do you think I do it?" Rarity tilted her head, cocking an eye brow at the younger boy.

He only shrugged, pouting his lips adorably in the process, "I don't know, you tell me."

Rarity cleared her throat, prior to flipping the curls on her neck behind her nape, tilting her head to her right, as she brought her fists up to her glossy lips, pretending to be holding a mic that connected to the central sound system, "ahem, Rainbow Dash? Yeah you fucking disappointment? Get your stinking ass right here - "

"WHOA," Flash burst out in a fit of laughter, pulling down Rare Bear's hand as he struggled to breathe properly, "you swear during announcements?"

"Can't help it sometimes," Rarity joined in on the laughter, "usually, I go for short details and just ask them to report her to the central office - or better, the police."

"I must be the angelic favorite child then," Flash winked at her, a bright smile followed with that gesture, to only earn an eye roll from the latter. He partly wanted to take that back, giving it second thoughts that it just might be Fluttershy instead, but boy, did he love to tease her.

"Oh, you wish," Rarity turned around to get the bunny figurine to the Cash Section as she snorted - a thing she didn't do quite often unless around her friends.

Flash caught up to the clicking of her heels on the marble floor, wrapping his big arm around her shoulder as he pulled her small frame into a warm side hug, "you know you love me - it's okay, everyone does."

"Do you hear yourself?" She laughed out, rolling her eyes once again, prior to muttering, "rascal."

He pouted once again, faking an offended look as he whined, "Noonaaaa, I heard that!" Someone just has to tell Flash Sentry that talking in a pout doesn't identify as a character trait, yet whenever he did that, no one seemed to complain.

"No, you didn't, you baby wastrel -"

"Okay, this is abuse." He complained, pining for a hug from the his best friend, as he stood in front of her, bending down a little to have her look into his eyes - the puppy dog eyes, "tell me, I'm a good kid."

She could only giggle at his adorable behavior, sticking her finger out to squish his fluffy cheeks, "fine, you're a good kid. Now, let me get this to the cashier - oh wait."

"Hmm?"

"What were you looking at when I was calling you earlier?"

"Oh, uh, it's nothing."

"Oh please, Flash, spare me the lie," she huffed, "what were you seeing?"

She despised it wherever anyone tried to fabricate a lie, especially around her. It's not like she couldn't give them what they desired. Rarity was always generous just like that.

Flash sighed, prior to shyly gesturing towards a key-chain. It was shaped as an axe, with leaf designs sticking out from the sides of the beautifully handcrafted item. Rarity didn't hesitate to pick it up and observe the intricate details that were imprinted on it.

"You wanted this, darling?"

"Haha. . . I kinda forgot to bring my wallet today," Flash mumbled, his cheeks growing red as he sheepishly rubbed his nape, "this is embarrassing."

"I'll buy it for you."

His eyes widened, as he put down the chain in protest, "what? No. Rares, it's okay."

"No, I'd love to buy this for you, dear," she objected, picking it up. Her lips curved into a pretty smile, which was nothing but genuine. She let her blue eyes run back up at her brotherly figure, booping his nose adorably, as she cleared her throat, "I know Timber would love it, Flashie. You can pay me back later."

That caught him off guard. If one thing was fascinating, it was Rare Bear's tingling sense that helped her identify what her friends wanted - they just couldn't keep secrets from her. And, of course, she had a special eye out for unraveling a very amusing topic.

Crushes.

His cheeks grew the shade of a wild crimson, as he struggled to put cohesive words past his lips. The only thing Rarity noticed was the twitching of his lips and how he instantly got shy, staring down at the ground, rubbing circles on the floor with the tip of his toe.

What a cutie.

"Hey, this is not what it looks like - "

"Definitely."

"We're good friends - "

"Of course."

"NOONA!"

"Hush, child. We can deal with this back at home," Rarity planted a finger on his lips, interrupting the chain of profanities that her friend might've thrown. She only smirked at the boy mischievously, as she handed the items to the cashier. The soft red blush hovering over his cheeks didn't help, especially not the wandering eyes.

"Tell me if he loves it," she leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "and how your first kiss went - "

"He's not gonna kiss me for a key-chain that looks like an axe," he rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly to put an end to the topic, with sweat trickling down the side of his forehead.

"You never know, munchkin."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, darling." She grinned, bringing his head down to her level as she hugged him from the side, messing up his already disheveled hair for the umpteenth time. He could only laugh at the action, and resist the urge to blush at her words from earlier. Simultaneously, the cashier also sneaked a glance at the pair, whilst hiding a small smile to herself.

Honestly, she was THE best Noona he's ever had.

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#okay yeah i write #shocking i know lmao #beth requested for rariflash so we have rariflash #and since i love rasa this is also for her 💖#rarity #flash sentry #rariflash #mlp #equestria girls #drabble #nivia writes

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kmindset · 5 years

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Monster’s Daughter (2019): Chapters One and Two

Summary: BTS' biggest fan may stir up five-year-old secrets between their leader and someone very familiar. Re- vamp of my 2015 tumblr story.

Word Count: 4k

Type: Angst/Fluff

Full Story (2015)

ao3 (2019)

‘Youtube:

BangtanTV has just uploaded a video’

With a heavy sigh, you called out. “Jooie! New Bangtan video!”

Almost immediately, the sound of little feet padding their way towards the kitchen could be heard. You unlocked your phone to set up the video as she bounded into view. It barely loaded before she was grabbing it with a smile. Her little body happily settled into the couch to enjoy, She stared lovingly at the antics on screen but you stared sadly at her.

Your little girl, your reason for carrying on through the mediocrity of day to day life, Jooie. Korean name Kim Namjoo, American name Grace.

She is the daughter of you and Kim Namjoon. Possibly the biggest BTS fan ever.

The sound of fan chants startled you to attention as she moved on to a live performance. A strong candidate for BTS’ biggest fan yet she doesn’t even know her father is the leader. Almost on queue with this thought, you can hear the distinct voice of your former love. Quickly, you retreat to your room.

“Cierra! ___! Cashier and bagging on 3.”

Catching Cierra’s eye you share an exasperated look before following instructions. She stands behind the register and gets ready to bag as a swarm of waiting patrons flock to the now lit number of your line.

Four hours later and duty change to mopping a spilled milk jug, you’re sliding on your jacket with building relief at the end of the day’s shift. As soon as it is on you feel an arm hook your own.

Cierra smiles at you and you return it. “You know what I want to see.”

You laugh as you pull your phone out. Cierra squeals as you hand her your phone playing a video of Jooie dancing and scream-singing in Korean.

Cierra is eight years older but quickly befriended you when you started at the grocery store that has become the bane of your existence. Her outgoing personality reminds you of the best friend you left behind in Korea not to mention she takes on the role of adoring aunt to Jooie. The best example of which happening now while she lovingly stares at the video. On long days like today, she begged to see videos and pictures of her “sweet Jooie”. It made you laugh as she was the only one there besides you that called her by her Korean name.

“Look at my smart girl singing flawlessly in another language at four!” She gushed as she swayed a bit to the music. “This is that group BST right?”

You tensed. “Uh BTS, yeah.”

“Why do you always get so rigid and stiff when those guys come up in conversation? Jooie mentioned them when you brought her up here last month and I thought you were going to have a stroke.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She scoffed. “Please. The plug up your ass twists every time you hear their names.”

Her comment caught you off guard and you took the phone back. “Extra, really extra.”

“It’s true though. How do you expect to get through her birthday when you act like that? Didn’t you promise Jooie a trip to Korea for that BST concert?”

For some reason, her constant mispronouncing made you upset. Ignoring that, she had a point. For her upcoming birthday, you promised to take her to see Bangtan in concert. The original plan was to see them on tour but your aforementioned best friend back in Korea, Min Ju, suggested you come to visit her around Jooie’s birthday as the next muster was coming up and a special fanmeeting on the day of her birthday. You tried to explain waiting for their tour was fine but she already got tickets for both. Using the money you were saving to visit her anyway, you booked two tickets to the place you left years back.

Thanks to Min Ju, you wouldn’t be taking her to any of those activities involving Kim Namjoon.

“I’m leaving.”

“No! At least send me that video! ____!____!”

You pretended not to hear, fast walking to the exit.

The cabin lights were off and all you could hear was the hum of the plane engines.

As you looked down at the little one in your arms, it was hard not to succumb to the emotions her precious face made you feel.

Holding her in your arms as you ventured back to the place in which you left behind the love of your life, you drifted back. A young, single, new mother with a heart so broken it was almost physical. It was less than ideal to put it simply.

The first few nights were a struggle. No one was available to help you take care of her. The feelings of guilt were so strong as you felt like a horrible mother. That was one of the first times you fully allowed yourself to think of Namjoon. There was no denying you missed him. Despite promising yourself not to listen to his music around Jooie, you broke.

You didn’t know how to stop her from crying but you turn on ‘Rain’ to at least try to gather your thoughts. Almost as soon as it started, she stopped crying. You couldn’t believe it. “Yeah, baby, that’s your daddy.” You’d whispered to the calmed little one. The music you were actively avoiding became your sure fire way to calm her down.

With seven hours left to go on your flight, it was hard to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

Something was going to happen you just weren’t sure what.

From the minute you arrived to begin your study abroad program, Shin Min Ju has been your best friend. From school stress through the “Namjoon era” as you both called it, to long distance Facetime calls at strange times due to time zones. She even flew out to be with you for Jooie’s birth.

Yet seeing her after so long, you almost cried. She was so gracefully mature now.

She still looked like the 19-year-old high energy international business major with the two ponytails and fake luxury brand clothes but now her hair was shorter and curled with more defined facial features, all hints of baby fat gone, and you were more than sure she could afford to buy three Gucci handbags right then.

“______, if you’re going to cry at least hug me first.” she chided, playfully. You quickly obliged, squeezed the toddler in your arms, between you.

“My goodness, is that Kim Namjoo or a rookie actress?”

The little one giggled. “Auntie!”

Min Ju took her from your arms as you gathered your bags.

“Before you begin spoiling my daughter rotten, can you point me to the nearest and cheapest restaurant, please? I’m tired of western interpretation Korean food.”

Though you clearly asked for budget-friendly cuisine, Min Ju brought you to the least wallet friendly-looking place near the airport. You wanted to complain but not only would it do no good but it smelled heavenly.

After telling you fifteen times that she was paying, she ordered enough food to satisfy the jetlagged and airplane food disgusting monster of hunger you were harboring inside.

Stuffing the last bit of bean sprouts into your mouth you looked over to Min Ju and Jooie giggling about something. It felt like home. Despite the bad feeling you had, it was damn good to be back.

Years later and you can still barely control your emotions at times. You had two hours to try.

A damned family emergency put your whole plan out of whack and now you had to figure out how to tell your daughter that Min Ju couldn’t take her to the concert and fan meet today. You wanted to be mad but a family emergency wasn’t something that could be rescheduled. Every time you thought you had mustered the courage you would see her in her BTS shirt and little birthday sash with her ARMY bomb in hand ready to go and you would turn to stone.

“…I could read your mind 물음표 대신 미소만…”

You listened as Jooie rapped along to Born Singer, unable to contain her excitement. As cliché as it was, she sounded pretty natural despite her age.

‘Maybe skills like that are hereditary’ you though, laughing to yourself.

That sealed it. You couldn’t do this to her. “Sweetie,” Those sparkling eyes looked at you. “I’m taking you to the concert today.”

The words came out hesitantly but as soon as they were all out of your mouth her eyes light up brighter than her ARMY bomb. “Really?”

With a forced smile, you nodded. She squealed cutely and ran to hug you as tightly as her little arms would allow.

She pulled you down right after to sit next to her while she watched Bangtan Bombs. RM was showing off some of his “philosophical” dance moves. She giggled. “Auntie Min Ju says I look like Namjoon Oppa.” You smiled and nodded but made a mental note to get Min Ju for that later. Family emergency or not.

The concert went by fast and you had to admit, you had fun. You and Jooie sung and rapped at the top of your lungs. It made you think of the times you went to support Namjoon. Thankfully, unlike then, you weren’t anywhere near the front. Out of sight.

The autograph event was where the nerves kicked back in. You were quick to pull your mask over your nose and mouth. The hair around your face acted as a sort of curtain. Or at least you hoped it did. Joo began fidgeting in your arms near the front of the line when she spotted Taehyung. Her dimples grew their deepest in front of Jimin. “You are even cuter in person.” He laughed sweetly. You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. She wasn’t wrong. They all commented how adorable she was in her sash, telling her happy birthday and autographing her poster while you held her, bowing and thanking each of them as you slowly moved down. She would reply with a small ‘Thank you’ in Korean until the last person, Namjoon. You watched as he smiled brightly at her and patted her head. Jungkook leaned over “Hyung, she looks like you. Hmm much cuter though.” She grinned from ear to ear and turned back to see if you had heard. You didn’t bother thanking him or making eye contact. You just grabbed her poster from the table and went to wait for the photo session.

As you neared the front of the line once again your nerves started to build- much worse this time. There was a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. As your turn neared, it took all you had not to grab your daughter and walk the other way. All it took was one look down at her excited face as she stood next to you to remind yourself it was for her. When it was finally your turn, Jooie ran straight to Jimin as you hid your face further in your mask.

“Oh,” Taehyung said. “You must be famous if you’re covering your face like that.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his joke. You weren’t famous but they definitely knew you. He always made you laugh but this was funnier. Three other ARMYs settled in for the picture and Jimin held Jooie in his arms. You took a spot next to them which is unfortunately on the other side of “Dad” himself.

“Wait,” Jooie said. “Mommy take off your mask.”

Your heart sped up slightly. “No, no.”

“Please?” She pleaded, dragging out the word for effect.

“Jooie, people are waiting just-”

“No.” She pouted holding out the ‘o’.

“Let’s go, Miss.” a security guard said.

You shifted uncomfortably. “Namjoo” You whispered sharply.

Everyone around you began to feel uncomfortable. You heard a sigh but before you could finish you felt familiar fingers pull down the front of your mask. You were exposed before you could even grasp what was going on.

Your breathing stopped. Jimin was the first one to recognize you. The moment your name left his lips your blood ran cold.

Jooie turned. “You know my Mommy?”

“Mommy?!” the members said in unison.

You panicked. Not waiting for the picture you grabbed Jooie from Jimin and ran. You weren’t sure where you were going but you were moving as fast as you could.

“Mommy?”

Joo was calling you. She had been doing so for a few minutes but it wasn't until you stopped to catch your breath that you finally noticed. You glanced down at her face to see it was red with tears running down both puffy cheeks. “Namjoo-”

“Mommy, what’s wrong? I-I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.” you could tell she was confused and sad as drifted between Korean and English. She obviously heard Jimin recognize you. You were sure she saw the way they looked at you. Most importantly, she didn’t get her picture. Remembering how much it meant to her, you felt immense guilt continue to build on top of everything else.

“Ohh Grace, no. I am so sorry. Mommy just. I-” Before you could gather a good excuse a hand touched your shoulder. A desperately out of breath man with a staff pass lanyard stood over you. “Ex-Excuse me, ma’am. Please come back.”

“No thank you.” You said as politely as possible.

He pursed his lips. “Your daughter is obviously upset just please come back. I promise we can resolve whatever the problem is.”

You knew he wouldn't be able to keep that promise. You glanced down to Jooie. Her head was in the crook of your neck as she hiccuped through her tears. With a reluctant nod, you quietly followed the man back to the venue.

Every curse word you knew, in every language that came to mind, was running through your head. Your leg shook violently as your nerves ran wild. Jooie, on the other hand, was ecstatic. After you wiped her face, there was no sign she had ever been upset. She was bouncing around with you phone watching Bangtan Bombs. That child would never tire of those things.

The man who turned out to be their event manager told you to wait in the room designed as their venue dressing area.

Her bouncing stopped when the door opened. The phone was abandoned on the ground when they walked in.

You were met with seven pairs of eyes and had nothing to say. Simply, holding up your finger to your lips you point at Jooie. Taehyung was the first to move. He swept her up as she yelled “Tae Oppa!”

The two were already chattering excitedly as he carried her out of the room. Jungkook followed behind them sparing you a smile. You returned it as much as you could, knowing he didn’t want to be around for the following interaction.

It was clear there were many eyes still on you but your gaze found the floor.

Jin finally spoke. “There...are so many questions I’m sure we all have.” He emphasized we all. Trying not to single Namjoon out you were sure.

“Understandable.” Tears began to build. For what reason? You weren’t quite sure. Hoseok approached you first, sitting next to you with a comforting arm around your shoulder. They all seemed to be rather concerned about you. Except for Namjoon. He looked as though he was putting the pieces together. The moment it clicked you saw it in his face. He turned to meet your eyes. You only gave him a raise of your brows. Now you waited for the other shoe to drop.

“We didn’t mean to make you upset. Especially not earlier. We were just in shock. We didn’t know you got pregnant again.” Jimin spoke softly.

“What?” You looked to Jimin, seeing only pure confusion on his face.

“Jimin-” Namjoon started.

You were the one confused now. “Again? What do you mean? I’ve only been pregnant once.”

Namjoon sighed as he buried his face in his hands. He knew his lie was about to completely unravel. The confusion kept you silent now, waiting for someone to speak. They knew about Namjoo. They were some of the first to know. You were clearly more than lost in that moment.

Yoongi spoke this time. “Namjoon told us you suffered a miscarriage.”

Everyone looked at Namjoon now. The other shoe had fallen.

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Your head turned to the culprit who was avoiding your eyes at all costs. “Namjoon.” You said in a stern voice.

He sighed and removed his hands from his face. “Once I realized we weren’t going to come to an agreement on the kid-”

“Her name is Grace.” You spat.

“On Grace, I lied and told them you miscarried.”

“No shit. Yoongi just said that. I want to know why.”

Jimin spoke again. “Wait! Hyung, you said you still went to see her after she lost the baby.”

Hoseok nodded, remembering too. “When we asked to visit her to see how she was doing. You said she was too broken up over what happened to see anyone else.”

Namjoon chewed the inside of his cheek, clearly frustrated all his old lies were no longer buried. The hurt on your face showed clearly on your face. Confusion and anger clouded your brain preventing you from forming a coherent sentence short of profanities.

“I think we all need answers, Namjoon,” Jin said in his most authoritative voice. “Especially her.”

“Fine!” The leader shouted. “Obviously, she didn’t miscarry. I didn’t think it was smart to have a child then. We were just breaking into the level of popularity where our efforts could be noticed. How would it look for me to announce I was having a baby out of wedlock? No one outside of our circle and company knew I had a fucking girlfriend!” He paused for a moment to contain himself. “She wanted to keep the baby but I didn’t It was clear she wasn’t going to change her mind so we broke up. I came up with the whole lie to give myself time to figure out how to tell you all we ended it. Every time I lied saying I was going to see her I was actually looking for her because she had already moved out of her apartment. Min Ju refused to tell me where she went. Eventually, I heard she moved back home so I could say we broke up without anyone running into her.”

You didn’t realize just how much whatever lie he cooked up would affect you until it was all out. You broke down, with Jimin thankfully there to console you.

Jin came and whacked him across the top of his head. Namjoon stared at him in shock.

“Idiot. First, don’t speak as if she isn’t here. She is the mother of your child. Have some respect. Second, we would have figured something out! It wasn’t your place to decide anything for the group’s sake. You aren’t the whole group! You are one member, Namjoon. One person! One person who should have been honest instead of a coward. You’re our leader but it looks like your decision making isn’t as good as we thought.” Jin spoke quickly and angrily. You could tell how disappointed he was in his fellow member. “We are supposed to be like a family. It was good you considered other people, I suppose, but don’t you think you left out the most important people? Did you consider how Grace would feel not knowing her father?”

Yoongi chimed in. “Or worse. What if she found out one day that her father chose fame over her.”

The thought sent pain through your heart. You continued to cry into Jimin’s chest. Hoseok rubbed Jin’s back to calm him. After catching his breath he looked up at Namjoon once again. “We are going to leave so I can calm down. You need to speak to her. If I find out you weren’t giving her the respect she deserves, it will be your ass, Kim Namjoon.” Before Namjoon could protest, the four men were out of the room and you were left alone. It was quiet and tense. What do you say to a person you hurt so deeply? The mother of your child?

How do you begin to form words when the were hoping to never see to again to keep his lies and secrets buried?

Finally, he spoke to you. “What? You’ve finally come for money?”

Unbelievable. “The first conversation we have had alone in years and the first thing out of your mouth is insensitive idiotic bullshit. No, you jackass. I came because my daughter is a BTS fan. Min Ju was supposed to relieve me of this nostalgic nightmare and bring Grace but she couldn’t.”

“Instead, you came?”

“Yeah, well I wasn’t going to waste a year of saving up just because I didn’t want to see you. If I thought I would even have to make eye contact with you I would have saved myself the grief.” Tears began to slip from your eyes again.

He tilted his head. “I don’t believe you don’t want to see me.” He spoke a little too smugly for your liking.

You wiped harshly at the tears you couldn’t stop. “I was perfectly fine seeing you from a distance but she wanted to meet you all. Try saying no to those damn dimples. Unlike some people, I don’t like to disappoint or hurt the people I’m supposed to love.”

He stared, silent. The wheels were turning in his head trying to figure out what to do or say.

You groaned at his silence before turning to leave.

“Jangmi!”

You froze for a moment before turning back to see if he really said you thought he said. Almost as if he read your mind, he said “You heard me, Jagmi. Do you remember what that means?”

You sneered through the remaining tears. “Yes, Namjoon. I still remember simple Korean words. What makes you think you can call me that?”

“Because you’re my rose.” He spoke without hesitation. An answer more absolute than anything he said in the last thirty minutes.

“I stopped being your rose when you left.”

“You could have called me.”

“And you could have been a man.” He had to admit that one stung. “What would it have done? It wouldn’t have mattered, Joon. You weren’t going to change your mind and I sure as hell wasn’t changing mine. I was overwhelmed too but I was over the moon about the child I had growing inside me.”

He smiled sadly, letting his dimples show some. “You called me Joon.”

“Yeah, well... You called me Jangmi.” You sniffled, trying to hold more tears. Unfortunately, it did not work because in seconds were sobbing like the day you left Korea.

Seeing you let go, he quickly closed the gap and caught you as your knees gave out. His arms took a familiar place around your waist to grip you tightly.

You didn’t want to show any more vulnerability in front of this man. You felt he didn’t deserve to hold you like this anymore. It couldn’t be helped much though. Your heart always felt delicate around him. It had taken five years to pick up the pieces but you were right back to this.

You put your arms between the two of you for what little distance you could bring yourself to create. “You don’t know how much I missed you, Joon.”

He stroked your hair, giving a soft ‘I missed you too’ .

You regained some of your senses and pushed him away. “No, you didn’t. You walked out of my life with a pitiful ‘I’m sorry’ lingering behind you.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You claimed once you fell in love you could never let that person go but you let me go so easily. You let Jooie and I go.”

“Wait, I just said that in an interview a week ago. How did you know that?”

“Grace showed me. She watched everything Bangtan related.

He seemed confused. You chuckled in disbelief. “Did you not hear me say she is a HUGE BTS fan? Why else would I be here?”

He was quiet for a second. “Can I meet her?”

You were taken aback? “R-Really?”

He nodded. You were skeptical but he smiled so you did the same.

“Go wait with her and I’ll be in there in a sec.”

You nodded, still smiling. You found Taehyung and Jungkook still with Jooie in the area near the one you were just in.

They both hugged you tightly before getting a text. They look up at you and Jooie, giving reassuring smiles, before leaving.

You waited.

And waited.

It wasn’t until Jooie had fallen asleep that you got up to find him. Finding only cleaning staff you began to feel uneasy.

“Excuse me?” getting the attention of a woman with a badge. “Have you seen RM?”

She looked at you strangely. ”From BTS? They all left a while ago.”

With those words, you felt your heartbreak in smaller pieces than before. Tiny un-repairable pieces.

Not only had he left you-again!- but this time he lied to your face and left your daughter waiting.

Despite your anger, you picked up your sleeping daughter as carefully as you could. Her face reminded you of Namjoon’s in the most innocent way. But you didn’t want to think about him right now.

There was no forgiving him this time.

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marveliciousfanace · 5 years

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Prompt: ‘I had a bad dream. Is it okay if I sleep in here?’

I wrote some human!au. I know we call Crowley and Aziraphale babies all the time but like…now they’re actually babies. More or less. Excuse any oddities in behavior or speech: I don’t spend much time around children. I just got the strangest impulse to write them like that, so I hope people find it as cute as I did.

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Anthony Crowley opened his eyes into darkness,frowning up at the glow-in-the-dark stars covering his ceiling. He turned ontohis side, using one arm to prop himself upright as he squinted in the directionof the doorway, where the sound the had disturbed him had come from. Clingingto the doorframe, ringed in a halo of light from the hallway lamp, stoodAziraphale. He clutched a large, fluffy blanket to his chest, and his mass ofcurls spilled messily onto his forehead as he blinked big, blue eyes atCrowley.

“I had a bad dream,” Aziraphale mumbled, scuffing atthe floor with a bare foot. “Is it okay if I sleep in here?”

Wordlessly, Crowley shoved back the blankets.Aziraphale brightened, closing the door behind him and plunging the bedroomback into darkness. He hauled himself up onto Crowley’s bed, snuggling happilyunder the blanket he’d brought.

Crowley turned onto his back again. It wasn’t thefirst time Aziraphale had climbed into bed with him. They’d been friends theirentire lives – six whole years,practically an eternity. He had been the one to give Aziraphale his nickname, whenas a toddler he’d insisted on mispronouncing the entirety of “Ezra Fell” everytime he’d asked for his friend. Aziraphale had been the one to stand in frontof Crowley on the playground, waving a stick threateningly at the boys who’dpushed Crowley down and made mocking comments about his inquisitive nature. Aziraphalehad never teased him about his eye condition or his tendency to lisp. WheneverCrowley had a question, Aziraphale would take out one of the big, impressivebooks his parents kept in the house, and he would try to find the answer, histongue between his teeth and his brow furrowed as he did his best to sound outthe words. Aziraphale picked flowers because he knew Crowley liked them, andCrowley would wear them tucked into his hair for the rest of the day. Theirparents hated each other, but they could not separate them if they’d tried.

Crowley liked it when Aziraphale slept over, even ifhis parents insisted on his staying in the guest bedroom (“So he didn’t botherCrowley”). He especially liked it when Aziraphale crept to his bedroom after everyoneelse was asleep. But he didn’t like it when Aziraphale had bad dreams. Helistened to Aziraphale’s steady breathing, and then asked in a tiny voice, “Whatwere you dreaming about?”

“Hmm?” Aziraphale squirmed and blinked at him.

Crowley turned back to face him. “Your bad dream. Whatwas it?”

“Oh.” Aziraphale’s lower lip quivered. “I dreamed wehad great big wings, and we were flying so high we could touch the stars!”

“That s-sssounds like a nice dream, though.”

“It was.” Aziraphale’s eyes went huge and tearful. “Thensomebody cut your wings off, and you fell down! All the way down, and I couldn’tcatch you!” He surged forward, hugging Crowley tight. “I didn’t like it.”

Crowley hugged him back. He crawled under the blanket withAziraphale and cuddled into him. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m s-sstill here. Andsee?” He raised a finger to point at the faintly glowing ceiling. Aziraphalepeeked out, following his hand. “We s-ssstill have the s-sstars.”

A tiny smile bloomed across Aziraphale’s face. Hereached out for the star stickers, as if to grab for them, and then grabbed forCrowley’s hand instead, pulling it close against his chest.

“You’re my best friend,” he mumbled, and then yawned. “Iwouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the world!”

Crowley watched Aziraphale fall back asleep. There wassomething in his chest, like his heart hurt. He didn’t quite understand it yet.He pet Aziraphale’s curls and then settled down next to him again. “You’re mybest friend too,” he whispered. “I would give you the whole world. Even the stars.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #theyre babies #and i love them #my thoughts #my writing #still working my way through the prompts but im getting there

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fuck-customers · 6 years

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Few Months worth of BS

So a mix of be hardly getting on tumblr anymore and submissions being closed whenever I am on has caused a pileup of BS stories from both jobs, enjoy.

Note- Job 1 is gas station cashier, job 2 is Tiny SeaTzars

1. Job 1- it’s like 9am, i’m barely awake and this dude who looks old enough to be my dad comes in. He’s nice enough, pleasant guy, buys his stuff and leaves. Comes back in like 5 seconds later to ask if i’m married. I was 17 at the time so I said “Sir, i’m 17.” and he immediately backpedaled thank the heavens. Creepy enough, yeah? Nope! His first thought was to say “I’m so sorry, it’s just my wife recently passed and I’ve been looking.” To which my manager (my mom) pops around the corner and says “Well you’re looking in the wrong places sugar.” In a lovely tone that screamed “You’re 3 seconds from joining your wife”. He left redder than a tomato and that incident has become a running joke with everyone.

2. Job 1- Slow day so far, mostly just pissers. (peeps who use the bathroom and don’t buy anything) Dude comes in looking like hell. Fills his own cup up from our fountain and gets pissy when it rings up a whopping $2, says it’s a refill. I tell him we don’t have refill prices. So he goes and switches it out to one of our cups. Then he wants to pay with a card, gets even more pissy when I tell him there’s a $5 minimum on cards, says “that’s bullshit, since when?” Well ever since the card fees aren’t worth it on under $5 purchases, so always. Best part of that is we have LARGE signs on both sides of the door and ON THE FRONT of the fountain machine that say “Due to fees, there is a five dollar minimum purchase requirement on all cards, thank you for your cooperation!” He gets pissed beyond words, my manager tries getting him to calm down, he says “Not right now, you really don’t know the kind of day i’m having.” Things escalated quick and next thing I know he throws his full cup of soda on the floor and stormed out cussing up a storm. I ran after him and got his plate number as my manager called the cops but they couldn’t get anything from it so he’s never been found and ugh. Prick. Prick is all I can say.

3. Job 2- Someone actually called Tiny SeaTzars to ask for the hours of the CFK (backwards) next door. Just… really?

4. Job 2- We have a new dude, on like his second week. If a pizza is expired (been in the box for over an hour) we workers can eat it. Boy he was happy about that. Thing is, he’s almost always eating. Wasn’t working Friday but got told Saturday. It’s about 6pm, y'know, near peak rush hour when we can easily make a $2k hour, and he’s in the back leisurely eating pizza. Everyone else is busting their ass and he’s eating. Makeline dude had to leave his post to get sauce (because SOMEONE wasn’t at his post where he could be asked to get it for him so makeline doesn’t have to LEAVE THEIR POST IN THE MIDDLE OF A RUSH) and found him and chews him out, and thankfully he got a writeup for it. But just??? Bruh what level of stupidity/obliviousness do you gotta be on to see everyone rushing and running around you and think “Oh, time to eat some pizza.” ????

4. Job 1- Lady I don’t know comes up to the pump and sets of the bell that says someone’s trying to get gas. We have some regulars that we just release it and they’re trusted to come in and pay after, otherwise we’re prepay. However, I have never seen this chick before since I’ve worked here so not doing that. I tap her pump on my screen to shut it up and wait for her to come in. She does, all smiles, and says hi. I ask what I could help her with, she gets a confused look on her face and says “I need gas.” and I tell her we’re prepay. Bitch mode starts to wind up and she asks in a pissy voice “Really? Since when?” and I tell her “Since the station opened.” and then she says “Hmph, okay, I’ll talk to Sean (store owner) about that.” and leaves. Like, okay? We’re prepay, you’re not gonna change that by talking to the boss, who will tell you we are prepay. I don’t get people who think they can namedrop my boss to scare me??? Like “I know Sean.” Yeah, he runs a mechanic shop, half the county knows him, your point?? Best part is when they mispronounce his name or get it entirely wrong. “Yeah, me and Shane have been friends since we were kids.” Well good for you and Shane, but that ain’t helping you with SEAN.

5. Job 2- Lady calls in a 10 pizza order to be picked up the next day at 10am. We don’t open until 10:30. I try telling her and she get’s angry but tried meeting in the middle for 10:15. Talked to my managers and they said no way before 10:30. Tell her and she gets so pissed. “For such a big order you can’t get there 15 minutes early to open?” Okay first of all, do you really believe that we get here at 10:30 and open up? What the fuck are we going to sell?? We need to count down the registers, prep the toppings, make sheetouts and stock the hotboxes. We’re here at 6am or better just so we CAN open up at 10:30. We can’t just open the doors at 10:15 because if there’s more customers waiting around we’ll have to serve them when we’re NOT ready because we let you in, and then it snowballs into “well you were open this early yesterday/last week/blahblah” and then we get in trouble. In the end she cancelled her order and asked for corporates number.

6. Job 2- Sunday after-church rush. Coworker calls in to ask for when he works next. Manager flat out tells him to get up and come check for himself because we can’t stop and look for him right now and hangs up. Seriously dude, literally EVERYONE knows to take a picture of the schedule when it’s posted. You hang around for half an hour before you leave every day anyway so wtf is stopping you from being an adult and taking a picture of your hours?? He called back like three times over the next few hours and we finally slowed down and told him but my god how stubborn and lazy do you have to be.

7. Job 1- Dude and his friend come in, one goes the the bathroom, the other gets some candy (which is RIGHT on the other side of my counter) and then goes looking around the shelves for other stuff. Buddy comes back to pay for gas and other guy leaves. I tell bathroom boy to hold on and I do a quick survey of the shelves find nothing, then go out to their car and see candy snatcher reclined in the seat eating the Reese’s he just took. I tapped on the window and the dude about jumped a foot in the air. I said “So, do you wanna pay for that or should I just go on and call the cops on you for shoplifting?” and luckily the dude doesn’t try fighting it and comes back in and tells his friend to pay for it. Friend is notably pissed and just glares at him. Tells me to just put whatever change is left after the candy in gas and heads out. Sincerely hope his friend at least thunked him in the back of the head for trying, and failing, at being a petty candy thief.

8. Job 2- Ever since I’ve gotten glasses my eyes have been bloodshot almost a constant 24/7. Eyedrops clear it up for maybe an hour or two. The first few days the “are you high” question and jokes were kinda funny and amusing, but it’s been two months and it’s still going on. I would just stop wearing my glasses but I need them to legally drive (astigmatism in both eyes) so ugh.

9. Job 1- Once again, the station is prepay. It’s written on every pump in very large letters above every handle. Please tell me why these 5 asian guys (I think relevant? They didn’t seem to understand me well so maybe language block?) could not get it through their heads that they have to pay before they get their gas. They come in saying the pump isn’t working, I say we’re prepay, you have to pay before you get it. One of them goes to hand me his card and I ask how much in gas he’d like. Confusion. Ended up having to explain what prepay was (felt like a tool because of it) and they ended up leaving saying “Okay, we go to station down the street.” And I just.. Okay? Every station in the county is prepay but okay, you do you. Honestly this is more of a “I hope I didn’t offend them” than a fuck them thing. Felt bad I couldn’t help them.

10. Job 2- We ran out of green peppers, so one of our supremes is off the menu unless they’re fine with no peppers. Dude calls and wants the pepper supreme. I tell him we’re out of green pepper and he goes into upset toddler mode.

Him: “Out of peppers, are you kidding me? How does that even happen?!”

Me: “Well, it’s kinda a supply and demand thing, Sir. If it’s a popular topping we’ll run out of it quick.”

H: “How can you run out of peppers it’s a pizza store you’d think you’d be able to tell when to order more of a topping!!”

And we don’t order it ourselves? We take count and tell our District Manager that we need things and he’s supposed to order them for us? (Dumb system I know but it’s what’s in place)

In the end he asked for a manager and just hung up when he said the same thing. Found out he left a review on google about us. “Horribly unprepaired for the simplest of orders.” okay buddy, take the one star review and shove it up your ass.

11. Job 2- This one girl I go to school with got hired on. She seemed nice enough, we never talked before but apparently she knew me. She’s a decent worker (few nit-picky things, nothing bad) but… She makes me want to hit her sometimes. I get it, you’re trying to be funny/bubbly/joking/whatever, but I don’t know you well enough for you to be making jokes off of my appearance? I’m aware I that have a slightly larger than average head, I don’t like attention being drawn to it, especially randomly? We’re stretching dough and she just randomly says “You got a big ass head you know that? A big ass head.” and laughs. Like… Thanks, it’s not like that was a point of ridicule in the past or anything. And then while we’re washing dishes she gets mad and threatens to beat me for, wait for it, splashing her with water.

At the sink.

While doing dishes.

And she’s too extra with her reactions. Little extra is funny, I admit, but she is over the top. I was washing deep dish pans and a flake of bread flew off and hit her with some water. She spat and did that little “pthptpthpthtpht” thing for almost an entire minute, then went on to say “We gonna throw hands if you do that again” I just… Kindly shut the fuck up and let me to dishes by myself if you’re gonna be such an extra [word that almost got this post deleted] like that okay? Just kindly fuck off.

I have plenty more but I feel like this post is too long as is. Enjoy my suffering and expect more to come.

#submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #fuck coworkers #submission

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