Your parents are not supposed to yell at you, mock you, ect. for crying, and they’re not supposed to FORCE you to tell them whats wrong if they aren’t the reason you’re crying.
Your parents are not supposed to tell you that you’re lying, overreacting, ect. if you bring up that you think you might have a mental illness / physical illness ect.
Your parents are not supposed to yell at you or tell you “I put a roof over your head” or “I feed you” or “oh well” or anything of the like if you bring up something that they do that upsets you
Your parents are not supposed to scream at you and punish you for making mistakes such as breaking dishes, not doing something right, ect.
Your parents are not supposed to guilt you when you’re having a hard time by saying “I have it worse than you do” “you wont last 30 seconds out in the real world” ect.
Your parents are not supposed to yell at you to shut up for “talking back” when you were only trying to explain / defend yourself.
All of this is abuse. Parents are NEVER supposed to do these things. If you think your parents are abusing you or you think something is wrong, listen to yourself. Look into abuse. You are not overreacting. Your feelings are valid. If you are being abused, I love you and always remember that you’ll be out of there soon.
So for those of us keeping score at home, after Yousef No Chill Acar got the call from his soulmate asking to meet up, he peaced the fuck out MID-FILMING the Hei Briskeby video and, logically also must have
-ran home (could have power-walked but lbr he sprinted)
-slammed the door open to the kitchen and begged his mom to make a romantic carrot-based fast-breaking dish STAT
-changed his entire outfit because he had to look fresh af for his date with the light of his life and future mother of his twelve children Sana Bakkoush
Humiliation clawed its way up Harry’s throat and contorted
into annoyance. He knew if he allowed his anger to show it would only end up in
more humiliation. With a small growl he tried to sink deeper into his chair.
Half of the people in the restaurant were staring at Harry; the other half were
staring at the man down on one knee in front of him.
With a groan he let his head fall into his hands. He should
have known, really. David had been lovely up to this point, which was only a
month in. But if Harry thought about it, he was a little too attentive. He
never wanted to spend time with Harry at one of their houses, it was always in
public. Oh, to be seen with the famous Harry Potter. Harry peered
down into David’s seemingly earnest eyes. How could anyone propose after one
month? It was ridiculous. Harry truly didn’t know what to do. The silence in
the restaurant was taunting him, he knew everyone would be listening to his
response. He took a shaky breath to speak, although he really didn’t know what
to say, when a haughty voice said loudly, “There is a hair in my salad! How
Somehow, the silence deepened. A few people were looking to
the speaker, but most of the attention stayed fixed on Harry. He knew that
“It’s dark and curly! Oh, Merlin. I’m going to be sick.” A
plate shattered. Now most people’s attention had shifted off of Harry and
David. Harry couldn’t help but smile at Malfoy’s antics, and the gratefulness
that welled up in him. He quickly got up, grabbed David’s hand and made a quick
and discreet exit.
The next day had Harry sulking at the end of yet another
relationship. He couldn’t seem to find anyone that could look past the fact
that he was Harry Potter. David
hadn’t understood at all when he had said that it was too soon. He had been
enamoured with Harry from the start. Harry sighed, wondering what he should do
with his now free Saturday. He thought back to the awkward proposal and
remembered Malfoy’s intervention. Smirking, he quickly got up and found his
Thank you, Malfoy.
He sent it off with his owl before he could second guess
himself. He hadn’t seen Malfoy much since their time together at Hogwarts, when
he did they would always greet each other politely and nothing more. Maybe,
after this, they could be on more friendly terms.
He was busy making himself lunch when his owl returned, and was surprised to
find a letter tied to his leg.
I don’t know what you
Harry laughed. Of course Malfoy wouldn’t admit to coming to
Harry’s rescue. Feeling brave (and maybe a bit lonely), he replied.
Of course, my mistake.
I guess there’s no reason to buy you a thank you drink then. Pity.
After he sent the letter off he sat and waited by the
window, drumming his fingers on his thigh. After half an hour, he sighed and
realised Malfoy wasn’t going to respond. He wasn’t surprised, maybe just a
little disappointed. Harry grabbed a book and settled down to read.
He definitely did not jump when his owl returned a few hours later. He sighed
and went back to his book, only to be gently pecked on his hand. Suddenly
straightening, which caused his book to fall to the floor, Harry saw that there
was a reply. He quickly untied it and opened it.
7pm. The Three
He didn’t even realise he was grinning.
Harry was only five minutes late. He had planned to be ten
minutes early but he had tried, and failed, to do something with his hair and
had been strangely indecisive on what to wear. The pub was only mildly full so
it was quite easy to spot Malfoy’s pale hair. Harry paused before approaching
him, taking a moment to appraise his former rival when his guard was down. He
had cut his hair a bit shorter on the sides than on the top, which flopped down
quite nicely over his eyes. He was still lean but had his shoulders squared and
still managed to have a regal air about him. He turned his head suddenly, his piercing
grey eyes finding Harry watching him. A small smile played on his lip and he
quirked a brow. Harry ducked his head and quickly made his way over to the
table where he sat down across from Malfoy. They stared at each other for a few
long seconds and Harry suddenly realized two things. Firstly, he was more than
a little surprised to find that Malfoy was extremely attractive. Secondly, he
was suddenly very nervous. He wasn’t entirely sure if the two facts were
related or not.
Trying to hide this, he casually leaned an elbow on the
table and rested his head in his hand.
“Hello, Malfoy.” He smiled.
When Malfoy grinned, there was a strange gleam in his eye that had Harry a
little worried. “Potter. It’s been a few years.”
“Yeah, it has. Strangely enough, as soon as I heard your haughty voice
complaining in the restaurant the other day I recognized it immediately.”
Malfoy tilted his head, “Oh, were you there?”
Harry laughed, and when Malfoy couldn’t suppress his grin he decided to let it
“So, what are you doing these days?” Harry asked, truly curious.
Malfoy leaned back in his chair. “I make potions for St Mungo’s.”
“I should have known it would be something to do with potions. That must be
quite interesting. Is there ever emergency potions that they call you in to
make for some rare conditions?” Harry asked.
Malfoy looked slightly confused but he replied. “Sometimes, but not very often
because I’m not the only potion maker so they rotate the emergencies through
“And for what kind of potions would they call you in?” Harry asked.
Malfoy shifted in his seat. “We make sure to always be well stocked in the
common potions, blood replenishing and such. But sometimes something strange things
will come in that is also quite rare so we don’t have any potions prepared.
Certain counter potions for curses and things like that.” He kept glancing away
as he spoke. He appeared grateful when the waitress came to take their drink
orders. “And what about you, Auror Potter?” he asked, smirking.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, if you still get the Daily Prophet you could have kept up
with my life just by skimming the headlines.” The smirk on Malfoy’s face
abruptly vanished and Harry quickly added, “Not that you would have of course.” Harry stared intently at the tablecloth.
Malfoy cleared his throat. “Of course not.” Harry risked a glance up and saw
the beginnings of a sly smile playing on Malfoy’s lips. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Harry groaned which caused Malfoy to laugh softly. But when
Harry raised his eyebrows at the blonde, a feigned look of innocence was his
only reply. “Well, I was seeing someone.” Harry began. Malfoy’s smile softened.
“But we broke up last night.” The look of sympathy on Malfoy’s face was new to
“I’m sorry. You look well for someone who just got out of a serious
relationship.” He said simply.
Harry was disconcerted by the softness in his voice. He huffed out a humourless
laugh. “It wasn’t that serious. We had only been together a month.”
“What? And he proposed? What an imbecile.” Malfoy groaned, looking shocked. Harry
stared at him, a smirk dancing on his lips as he watched Malfoy. As the silence
grew Malfoy looked briefly confused. Harry saw the moment realization hit him
and he narrowed his grey eyes at Harry. He straightened and crossed his arms
elegantly, waiting for Harry to say something.
“Tell me about it.” Harry couldn’t help grinning as he spoke. “So, Malfoy. Are
you seeing anyone?” He could see Malfoy relax as he saw that Harry wasn’t going
to call him out. He took a long swallow of his drink and Harry couldn’t look
away. And he realised he was slightly anxious about Malfoy’s answer.
“Well,” Malfoy began in his trademark drawl. “I was actually on a first date
the other night, but apparently me causing a scene and breaking dishes at the
restaurant wasn’t his ideal first date.” Harry choked on his sip of firewhisky.
Malfoy’s eyes sparkled with amusement at that. He handed Harry a handkerchief
which he produced from his pocket, which Harry used to dab at his chin.
“I’m really sorry, Malfoy.” He said sincerely.
Malfoy shrugged a shoulder. “He was rather dull, anyway.” He said with a small
Harry smiled back. Just then the waitress came to ask if they’d like another
drink. Malfoy glanced at Harry, an eyebrow raised and a seemingly silent
challenge in his eyes. Harry grinned in response.
Hours later Malfoy said they should call it a night. They had switched to
coffee after a few drinks and had been engaged in conversation the entire time
they were there. Harry wished he had ran into Malfoy years ago, Harry couldn’t
believe how much fun he had just chatting to the other man.
They paid for their drinks and stood to leave. Looking around Harry was
surprised to find that the pub was still quite full. He was just turning back
to Malfoy when he saw Malfoy sink down to one knee. His heart stopped. His
mouth fell open.
Malfoy glanced up at him. As he did, Harry caught a glimpse of his hands which
were tying his shoelace. He saw the look on Harry’s face and burst out
laughing. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair. “You wish, Potter.” He
Harry’s face was on fire. “Sorry.” He averted his gaze and started walking out.
He stopped outside and turned to face Malfoy.
Malfoy studied him, eyes lingering on the blush on his cheeks. Malfoy’s lips
were quirked upwards.
“Well. Thank you for coming. I actually had a great time.” Harry said earnestly.
“I’m quite shocked that I share your sentiment.” Malfoy said with a small smile.
Harry smiled back and felt himself suspended on a precipice. He was staring
into clear grey eyes and was on the verge of considering leaning forward when
Malfoy stepped back with a nod. “See you around, Potter.” He turned and started
to walk away, leaving Harry with his disappointment.
He had gotten a good distance away when Harry realised he
needed to take this chance, even though there were no clear signals. He started
“Malfoy! Wait!” he called. Malfoy turned and frowned at Harry’s approach.
He watched as Harry caught his breath. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Potter?”
Harry swallowed nervously. “Would you like to have dinner next week?” He asked,
feeling his cheeks warm.
Malfoy tilted his head to the side. He studied Harry’s face intently. “In what capacity?”
he finally asked.
His blush intensifying, Harry looked away briefly. His green eyes raised to
meet curious grey ones. “A date.” If they hadn’t been standing so close
together, Harry would have missed the surprise flickering over Malfoy’s
Harry held his gaze. Until Malfoy’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, then he
was distracted. “Hmm.” Malfoy said in a low voice. “Let’s see.”
He stepped closer, his hand slowly coming up to brush Harry’s
neck. Harry’s breath caught. Without his permission, his hand reached out to
brush a stray lock of hair off of Malfoy’s forehead. Malfoy grinned and slowly
leaned closer. Warm lips met Harry’s, firm and delicious. His hand cupped the
back of Malfoy’s head and he moved closer so that their chests were pressed
together. When Malfoy’s mouth opened to deepen their kiss, Harry couldn’t keep
in his groan. There was soft laughter against his mouth, and in retaliation he
nipped Malfoy’s lower lip. Malfoy hummed in approval. A while later, Malfoy
gentled the kiss and pulled away slightly. Harry followed him to place two
quick, soft kisses on Malfoy’s mouth before he allowed him to retreat.
They stood close, staring at each other. Harry pouted. “So that’s a no then?”
Malfoy laughed. “It’s definitely a yes.”
It’s the same nightmare again. He should have gotten used to it by now. But how’s he supposed to get used to the blade piercing Cas’s heart, the flash of his dying grace, the burnt shadow of his wings? To the discarded rag doll of his body, lifeless on the ground?
Cas dead and gone before Dean could ever tell him—
There’s no getting used to that.
He lies still in the darkness, trying to calm his pounding heart. Telling himself it was just a dream, that it wasn’t real (though it was), that he’s being stupid. All he needs is just a little bit of light or a little bit of comfort and he’ll be alright. It was just a nightmare, after all.
He opts for comfort — it’s so easy to get these days, right there for him to reach out and take it. No questions asked. He turns to the side to search out the outline of a body, hardly visible in the weak, red glow of the alarm clock. He pulls out his hand to find the solidity of his lover.
His palm falls through, down on the wrinkled sheets. His breath catches, just for a moment, but long enough for his thoughts to come racing; he’s not here, he was never here… Even though the warmth still lingers on the mattress.
Dean exhales for a long, long while, eyelids closed and the beams of holy light beneath them. Around his shoulder blades, the tension remains and grows and aches, nagging him to move, just to check, to make sure. Because until he does, it might as well be a lie.
He gives in, sits up, his feet land on the cold floor. His fingers flick the light on. It’s not that much better, after all. He rubs his eyes with the backs of his palms to wipe away the remnants of sleep and of dreaming.
It’s not as middle-of-the-night as he assumed. The red numbers on the clock are soon to strike eight am. Beside it, from a photobooth picture, Cas’s blue eyes glare at him. A corner of Dean’s mouth curls up in a smile. This should be enough.
He still gets up and slips out of the bedroom into the dim corridor. The wing is quiet, as it usually is, but as he approaches the kitchen, clatter of dishes breaks the silence.
Dean reaches the kitchen door, he breathes out, relieved, for the first time this morning believing all is as it should be. There he is, standing by the stove, dark hair sticking out in all directions, Dean’s gray robe wrapped around his body.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean lets out.
It comes out a little more exasperated than he planned, at least that’s what Cas’s concerned expression tells him when the guy turns around.
“Dean?” he asks, brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
Dean shakes his head. The question couldn’t be more out of place.
“Nothing,” he says, a wide grin brightening his face. “Not anymore.”
Cas doesn’t let go. He abandons his post at the stove to get closer, reach out to cup Dean’s face.
“Nightmare, again?” It’s more of a statement than a question. How many times has Cas woken up in the middle of the night just to soothe Dean, to rock him back to sleep? “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
Dean shrugs. “I’m fine, Cas,” he assures, then softer, as he puts his palm on top of Cas’s, still caressing his cheek, he adds, “Better than fine. I’m perfect.”
With the other hand on the back of Cas’s neck, he pushes forward to lay a kiss on his lips. It’s quick, but it says it all. Thank you, it tells Cas, and, I’m glad you’re here, and, I don’t know what I’d do without you, and, Good morning, too.
And most of all, of course, it says what Dean needed too many long years to tell him.
Kikimora is a legendary creature in Slavic (especially Eastern) mythology.
It is a common belief that mora enters the room through the keyhole, sits on the chest of the sleepers and tries to strangle them (hence moriti, “to torture”, “to bother”, “to strangle”). To repel moras, children are advised to look at the window or to turn the pillow and make a sign of cross on it.
When home builders wanted to cause harm to someone buying a house, they would bring in Kikimora. Once she is inside, it is difficult to get her to leave.
When the house is in order, Kikimora looks after the chickens and housework. If not, she whistles, breaks dishes, and makes noises at night.
i’d like to adopt someday so i’m registered with my province’s adoption agency to attend workshops, look at adoption listings, etc. i look at the listings fairly regularly, and there are kids who literally sit there for months and years. sometimes it’s because they’re older (and parents generally want to adopt young children), sometimes because they have siblings and they have to be adopted as a group (and parents generally want to adopt just one child). but far and away the most common factor between kids who stay on the list for a long time is that they have special needs.
so anyway when mike and eleven get married and they start thinking about having kids, they almost instantly agree that adoption is the only way. like, there are extenuating medical reasons, obviously, but it’s not even a question. so it finally becomes legal in indiana when they’re in their mid-thirties, and they register with the state and they start to look at the adoption listings, the trends quickly become very evident to them. and it’s deeply upsetting for eleven because she comes to realize that if hopper hadn’t stepped in and adopted her, and if she’d been brought into the foster system and put up for adoption, she wouldn’t have stood a chance. like, she was already twelve (too old), she was non-verbal and traumatized and angry and difficult and ten years behind her classmates, struggling to get through dr. seuss or add two and two while her classmates are reading the catcher in the rye and starting algebra. she would have been bounced from foster home to foster home until she aged out of the system or wound up in juvie for something stupid like breaking a dish or slamming a door.
and so mike and el literally go to their social worker and they’re like, who are the kids who have been on the list the longest, who are the kids that nobody else wants, let us meet them, we want to meet them. and over the years they adopt three kids, just enough for a good-sized D&D party, and they cobble their little family together, and it’s never easy, but parenting never is, anyway, and there’s no shortage of love in the house and from their extended network of honorary aunts and uncles and grandpa hopper & grandma joyce, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
• Catch a toad
• Climb a tree
• Break your mother’s favorite dishes
• Shoot your father in the house
• Look at a clock and cry
• Become an amateur sleuth
• Run away from home
• Eat a banana
• Move to New Hampshire
Links to watch it on Tumblr HERE or on Vlive CH+ HERE
Jin and Hoseok’s food dance is back
Jhope asking Jin to not play with food. Jin telling him “But I am the one who’s eating it” savagery man
BTS trying to harmonize the intro and failing like everytime / because Giving the same excuse as usual “It is still the morning”
Jimini cute way of drinking (LIKE YOU WILL DIE IT IS SHO CUTE)
Jimin asking for cooking tips from Jin and trying to crush rice with his smol hands
Jin turning a potato peeler into a knife. Jhope into a razor and JK into a clipper … the amount of EXTRA … While Jimin is singing in the backround
Jin then goes to cook in peace in the back a recipe he learned from a chef (That boy knife skills are no joke)
We discover that Rapmon minced the bones with the chicken then asks Jin if he can eat them. Jin “Am I a dog?” is pure gold
Taetae batteling the lid of a blender for minutes just to give it to jin that opens it in a second (Jin is a hero with no cape in the kitchen I swear)
V takes super care of the squirell bowl as he cleans it multiple times it is so cute seing him all focused
Rapmon vs the clock who does not wanna stand and that keeps falling (Rapmon the genius just disappears once near a stove)
RM found pots when asked to bring serving plates. Then thought of this genius idea of pairing a green pot with Jungkook’s red plate to express traffic lights????? then find streaming dim sum … Hobi became hopeless with that hyung’s ideas …
Jin pitying the lonely potato he found on the floor (what a big heart)
Jungkook’s magic show featuring the glued potatoes continues
Jin was all the time next to Namjoon (Namjin shippers are still making dolphin noises)
Jhope, Rapmon and Jungkook deviding the chores perfectly (Team work=BTS)
We discover that our golden maknae who is good at everything is good at doing the dishes too as he did them in Busan (Why you so perfect boi)
JK tip for clean dishes: Rince with cold water to get ride of the soap residue (If JK said it it must be true)
Rapmon singing Cypher while doing the dishes was goals
JK thanking Rapmon out of the blue was so cute
Surprisingly RM didn’t break any dishes nor cut any finger (Our prayes reached)
How about Smol Tony tryin to reach things on high shelves and Bucky and tchalla fighting over who can get things for him. They get so distracted fighting that they don't notice Tony just using his armor's boots to hover and get the damn thing himself
Holy shit, I adore you! <3 This is a thing of beauty!!! And so fluffy :D
Just imagine the two of them almost falling over themselves trying to help Tony out. It’s not that they don’t think he can get the sugar on his own, alright, it’s just that nothing ever prepares them for smol Tony, stumbling through the kitchen wearing one of Bucky’s washed out sweaters that slips down on one shoulder and the tinkling anklets T’Challa gave him on their six month anniversary, nothing ever prepares them for the pureness of their boyfriend when he doesn’t feel like putting on a mask.
And it wasn’t supposed to be a contest at first, but then Bucky gives T’Challa a playful shove and T’Challa narrows his eyes and pulls out his feet from under him and suddenly there’s an all-out war going on in the kitchen.
Meanwhile Tony is still standing in front of the shelf, tapping his foot against the ground. He’s given up jumping now, he doesn’t even know why he still bothers to try, and is decidedly unimpressed by his boyfriends’ antics. He gives them another minute, but when the first dish breaks, he decides enough is enough.
He clicks his heels together–and so what if a certain movie served as an inspiration–activating the boots and slowly floats up to get the damn sugar himself. It’s a bit shakier than when he has the repulsors in his hands for added stabilisation, but he makes it. Takes one look at his grown up boyfriends–who haven’t even noticed–steps around their fighting forms with a derisive sniff and gets to work.
In the background, Peter is filming the entire thing, but he’s laughing so hard the video is too shaky to be of any worth.
He’d find it cute until you actually hurt yourself pretty seriously. After that he’d try his best at staying by you at all times and making sure you stay as far away from sharp objects as possible. The last thing he would want is ever seeing you getting hurt.
Whenever you two are cooking together he’d be extremely careful making sure that both you and him are ok.
“Jagi wait, NO. Put the knife down…I’ll cut the vegetables for today…dont worry…just put the knife down”
The two of you are a very odd combination. It always seemed like if the two of you were in the same room, at least one of you will get hurt. However Namjoon would start being more careful and would try his best to make sure that you wont get hurt. In the end it’ll just become something he is used to and loves.
“I think this just proves that we are perfect for each other.”
Whenever you trip a little or slip on the floor for no reason he will just chuckle to himself and wont pay it much attention. He’d notice your little slip ups but wont comment on them to not make you feel embarrassed and also because he mostly found it adorable. You wouldn’t get hurt most of the time and he knew you were fine so he couldn’t help but laugh in secret at how cute you are. But at times where he thought you were too adorable he wouldn’t be able to not comment on it.
“I know you slipped and I hope you’re ok, but god that was so funny and cute.”
At first he would get very concerned for you and will worry that you’ll one day manage to actually get hurt quiet seriously. Once time passes and he realises the your clumsiness is mostly harmless he’d worry less and would try his best to be with you when you do anything remotely dangerous. As time goes on he’d also make a habit of always carrying a little first aid bag. To his surprise he actually used it very often.
“Try to be a little more careful, I don’t want you getting hurt…plus I’m running out of bandaids.”
He wouldn’t be able to hide how adorable he thought you were whenever you’d accidentally slip on the ground and then balance yourself back up with your arms stretched out. Whenever you let out a small yell and he hears a loud crash he’d just roll his eyes knowing that you most likely accidentally dropped something on the ground. After hearing you he’d come from behind and would give you a back hug.
“Stop making breaking our dishes look so adorable.”
He’d tease you all time since he knew that most of your little moments were absolutely harmless. Obviously whenever you actually got hurt he’d make sure you were ok and would take a lot of care of you. But before that happens he’d always love poking fun at your shenanigans, always finding them to be a mixture of funny and cute. When you trip over nothing he’d pat your head and will smile warmly at you.
“You sure you don’t want any help there? Or are you just giving the floor a needed hug?”
He’d be the type to actually worry deeply for you. Getting scared whenever you let out a yelp or when you manage to somehow fall on the spot. He would get frustrated but never angry at you as he knew it wasn’t something you could control, but he’d still worry. When you fall onto the ground he’d immediately crouch over and make sure you’re ok. Once he knows you’re fine he’d cup your face with his hands and sigh.
“You already give me enough heart attacks with how pretty you are, no need to give me any more. So be a little more careful, ok?”
BTS Reaction - You need help a lot with opening things, etc.
could you make bts reactions to you (S/O) needing help often? such as trouble opening things etc.
Wow okay I am such a shitty person, this has been in my inbox for like 66 years and I am just getting to it. I am so sososososo sorry, here it is!
He’d laugh when he saw you struggling to pry open a jar of pickles, and would stand there until you turned around to call his name. You’d just pout as he popped the top of the lid open with no problem.
“It’s not that hard, see?”
Being his tall ass, he’d see you standing on your tip toes to try and reach some plates that were stacked on the top shelf. Namjoon would just walk over and reach above you to grab the plates easily with one hand.
“Just ask me next time,” he’d laugh and you’d kiss his cheek in thanks.
Moving was a drag and you didn’t want to take more trips from the house to the car more than you had to. You stacked 3 boxes of kitchen plates and glasses on top of each other and hadn’t realized that the weight would pull you down. Seconds before the boxes crashed down onto the pavement, Taehyung swooped in and grabbed two of the three impending boxes of doom out of your arms.
“You need to be careful! Can’t have the love of my life breaking her back over dishes and plates.” He’d remind you with a boxy grin.
You pulled back in a hurry, quickly pinching your finger and whispering, “ow, ow, ow,” as red emerged from your nail bed. “Are you alright?” Hoseok would ask, coming over to inspect your injured finger. While you went to go tend to your wound, Hobi would take it upon himself to finish nailing the small hook into the wall for the picture frame.
“Be more careful next time, alright babe?”
You could absolutely not get the damn dishwasher to open. There must have been a plate or something that was sticking out, preventing the washer to open up. Jimin came down as you were messing with it and nudged you to the side. With a quick flick of his hand, the dish rack moved backwards with a clink and slid out. He only smirked at you as he walked away.
“You’re welcome!” He said playfully from the living room.
Something about putting the crib together while he was at work didn’t feel right, and you knew you were correct when you couldn’t even figure out which parts went where. Seokjin came home and sat down next to you as you refused to let him help you, but when you decided you were too hungry for this, he took over and had it finished in 15 minutes.
“It’s okay, you’ll get it next time,” he’d joke.
“Can..you just..get this for me?” You’d ask, desperate for some help opening the plastic lining on a particularly annoying piece of Halloween candy. It was one of those sour things that for some reason you could never open without scissors, and even then you’d end up skimming the top of the candy and ruining it. Jungkook would look over, candy stuck in his own mouth as he took the piece and tore it open with ease.
He’d just wink at you as the two of you continued to cuddle and watch scary movies on the couch.
If your pred is mean/difficult/unresponsive: If you can’t talk to your Regional Representatives/Block Leaders: If you have no connections in your prefecture yet: If you’re feeling crappy/culture-shocky:
My ask box is always open and always has Anonymous options turned on, and I’m not gonna judge you. If you chat me through the message feature on Tumblr, I’m gonna respond to you.
If you’re in a situation where you don’t feel right, or good, it is okay. That happens sometimes. And if for some reason you’ve found my blog and you’re lookin’ for a little sympathy, it’s more than okay to reach out.
I mean it’s ALSO really okay to message me to gush about how happy you are, how excited you are, about the good things happening. But I know sometimes the tough things are the ones we have trouble discussing. So y’know. Whatever you wanna do!
alright so you have your soulmate’s name tattooed on your skin in this au
which should be all good and fine, right!!! except sometimes the universe is confusing and sometimes people don’t go by their birth names all the time
so while joshua goes by, well, joshua hong, your tattoo says hong jisoo. and one of your parents remarried, so joshua has a tattoo with your original last name, not the one you use now
essentially this is like a craigslist missed connections au but with fate
you work at a cafe near pledis ent, and part of your job is being chill w/ the idols that come in and out and not leaking pics of them all the time, so you’re pretty used to seeing famous people and it doesn’t faze you much
seungkwan happens to really like the way you in particular brew coffee and you happen to really like seungkwan’s personality so over the long years at pledis the two of you become buds
he drops by every once in awhile and you’ll take a break and he’ll dish all the gossip and sometimes vernon or hoshi will tag along and you’re all just casual friends
you give them free leftover pastries a lot even when they’re on a diet…… so they like you a lot unsurprisingly
everything is nice and good and then one day the cafe is empty and seungkwan comes in with four other guys trailing behind him. you recognize seokmin and jeonghan but you don’t know the short one or….. wow….. the one with the beautiful sparkling eyes
and like you see the afterschool and pristin members a bunch…..and you’ve met jun….. but this guy is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen and how could you not have met him before?????????
some part of u is like wow i hope he’s my soulmate wouldn’t that be cool, which isn’t a thought you’ve had for a really long time but when you make eye contact with him something just feels right????
seungkwan highkey sees u checking joshua out (and vice versa) and is like joshua~~ hyung~~ come meet my friend~~~! and your heart falls when he says joshua, not jisoo
it’s sort of habit to introduce yourself with your full name (in case u meet yr soulmate) you introduce yourself with your last name and joshua’s smile dims a little when he hears your name
because he also thought u were super cute and felt something and your name is so close to his tattoo like you have the right first name but!!!! not quite there!!!!
and you’re both left with this unsatisfying feeling that you’re missing something, like when you have all the pieces of a puzzle but one but you don’t know where it is
so both of you are sorta like ;( but seungkwan drags you out from behind the counter and you all fall into a little conversation, them complaining about how high the notes in the new song is and you just listening
the whole time you and joshua are glancing at each other
after they leave you think about searching him for a hot sec because you still feel like you’re missing something and like…… u know he’s famous, but you feel weird about that and you just resign yourself to the sad truth that he is not your soulmate
the rest of your shift your regular customers are like why are u playing such moody piano music??????
and ur like…… “fate…fuck fate am i right……….”
little did you know jeonghan [eyes emoji] picked up on u and joshua clearly finding each other cute, and he and seungkwan decide to scheme
from then on the vocal team are like always??? coming to the cafe??? super frequently and you don’t know why but at least you get to stare at joshua (and joshua gets to stare at you)
until one day a couple weeks after your fateful first meeting joshua accidentally spills his drink on jeonghan because he was too busy watching you as you cleaned up for another customer
and jeonghan goes “HONG JISOO!!!!” like an exasperated mom
but you freeze when you hear it because??!?!?!??! that’s your….. soul mark???!?!?!what the hell?!??!?!?
seungkwan picks up on it and the next day he comes in by himself and is like…. hey btw what’s your soulmate’s name…….. and ur like…… uhh hong jisoo
and hes like k thanks g2g uhhh sing
that night you are like ??????? what the heck is going on and you finally cave and google joshua hong and when u see that his korean name is hong jisoo you swear you can’t breathe for a moment
but you’re also confused because he didn’t say that you were his soulmate??? so you figure he is your soulmate but not yours ;(
and then the NEXT day joshua comes in on your shift and you’re like. wow it really sucks knowing that he has a soulmate that isn’t you
except instead of ordering anything joshua is like “i heard i’m your soulmate” and internally ur like damn ur really gonna rub it in???? but externally you just laugh awkwardly and go “is your name hong jisoo???”
and he’s like “are u [your full birth name]”
and ur like wait…………… i mean……….. yes?
and that’s the story of how u first met!!! like a bad romcom!!!!
you guys are a super soft couple most of ur dates are just cuddling up in bed and watching anime, you think it’s sweet when joshua gets super into a naruto episode but also you make fun of him because naruto???? really????/
(you get super into the fight scenes too tho)
you like to wear his big cozy sweaters and cuddle and joshua is like …… i can’t believe this i can’t believe how cute they are
whenever you’re eating dinner with the boys seungkwan’s always like say joshua i’ve forgotten….. can u tell us again the story of how i got you together with the love of your life????
you have a dumb running joke where when one of you sees the other’s soul mark ur like “oh no! your soulmate’s name is hong jisoo??? i think you’ve made a mistake my name is joshua hong” and whenever any of the other boys hear it they’re like plz… stop
hums to himself a lot and you always giggle when you catch him doing it but it really makes your heart go crazy because he’s so much like an angel! and he sings to you sometimes and thinks it’s cute when you get all flushed from how pretty his voice is
makes playlists for you to play in the cafe and sometimes he’ll just sit there on a day off when you have to work a shift listening to music and be like “oh who made this playlist? wow this song is so good?? who’s singing it?? oh your boyfriend?? wow he must be pretty cool”
if you’re fluent in english the two of you talk in english in front of the rest of svt to make fun of them, if you aren’t he likes to say little cheesy sentences about how nice you look etc in english and laughs when you look at him confused
says corny things on broadcasts when the hosts tell him to and then afterwards he texts u like “that was for u” and ur like “shut up”
he likes regular kisses but he likes kissing you on your nose and eyelids and knuckles really gently just as much!!!!!!
you really are so special to him and he holds you so close to his heart ;(