Somebody give me Mamadoriya meeting Endeavor and being all nice and stuff until he casually refers to shouto in a demeaning way.
The gloves are off. No one in recent history has seen an utter smack down of this magnitude. Inko has not stopped lecturing Endeavor for a solid hour. The children have brought lawn chairs and popcorn. Todoroki is videotaping as Izuku cheers his mom on.
In the winter Draco likes to cook delicious, steaming hot meals for himself and Harry. He’ll stand at the stove, in an oversized sweater and drooping woollen socks, stirring a large crockpot full of stew. Meanwhile Harry will be sat on the window seat, lazily flicking through some thick-plotted novel and occasionally pressing his cheek lightly against the frosted glass panes. Sometimes they dance together, wrapped up tightly in each others arms, swaying gently to music that isn’t even there. Harry even likes to perform ice skating routines across the kitchen tiles, sliding around in his socks until he slips over and Draco has to catch him. When dinner is cooked they eat together at their large oak table legs crossed on their chairs like children and Draco always laughs when Harry brings his bowl of stew or soup to his lips as his glasses always fog up and he end up with more soup on his chin than in his mouth. Then, as always, they flop down in front of the fire and drink cups of hot chocolate (always made by Harry) with huge swirls of squirty cream and bobbing marshmallows and that is when they are the most relaxed, the tranquillity a blessing in their busy lives.
Characters: (Movie) Enoch x Reader, Olive, Emma, Bronwyn, Claire
Summary: Shut away for days now, (Y/N) refuses to even talk to anyone anymore and no one understands why. Pieces aren’t even beginning to fall together and it seems that there’s no hope, not yet at least. It goes to show, though, that a little effort can go a long way.
Olive stood in front of the door of the shut away girl. She hadn’t spoken to her in days and felt bad that she had only just noticed her shift in mood. However, she hadn’t really seen her as much anymore. In fact, not at all. It had been a few days, and yet now was the time that she actually noticed (Y/N) was gone from regular, everyday activities.
Olive liked to think of them as friends despite their opposing peculiarities. Olive could make fire at her fingertips where (Y/N) pulled water from the air. They’re elemental abilities was seen as enemies in some cultures, but under the roof of Miss Peregrine, they were good friends. It wasn’t odd at all.
And Olive knew that couldn’t be the reason for (Y/N)’s sudden withdrawal from their happy lives. It had to be something else. The girls weren’t so close but they had known each other long enough to know what a possible issue could be. And so Olive knocked on the door before opening it and entering the room.
The room was dark, lit by the light coming in from the window. The bed was occupied by the quiet girl that no one had seen for days. “(Y/N),” Olive called out gently, her voice nearly an echo on the walls.
There was no response and for a moment Olive was terrified with the thought that she had starved herself to death or something along those lines, but those were just small, paranoid thoughts coming to her head and they were washed away when (Y/N) groaned.
(Y/N) wanted to be left alone. If someone had started to bring her food, she was going to refuse it purely for the fact that her legs worked and she could get her own food. If someone was coming in to ask her what was wrong, she couldn’t really explain it, not even to herself.
It felt like pain, as if aching wasn’t enough. There was an escalation of pain, it seemed. And there was that attempt to try and not think about it, but no matter how many times she tried to dismiss the thought, it kept snaking back around, ready to catch her whenever it could. It hurt.
“(Y/N), would you like to talk?” Olive asked her gently, walking over to the bed. She was concerned, everyone was. It was worrying.
“No,” (Y/N) said, her voice low and sorrow filled. She tried to hide that sorrow, tried to sound like she was okay, but she couldn’t hold it back and she couldn’t hide it. She didn’t turn over, not looking at the redheaded girl standing over her.
“Please, (Y/N), there’s something wrong, I know it,” Olive said and reached out to her. She put a hand on her shoulder. She then peeled back the blankets and looked at the girl as she squirmed in a discomfort. She tried to pull the covers back to her and after a moment’s struggle with the redhead, (Y/N) won and pulled the covers back over herself.
Olive sighed in defeat. It was quite obvious the girl didn’t want to speak about any issues bothering her. She nodded. “Alright, then, (Y/N), I’ll leave you be,” she said softly, watching her for a moment. “But I am always here for you if you ever need anyone, you do know that.”
Then Olive left, coming to understand that maybe it would just take time. She closed the door gently and turned to Emma, who stood not too far from the door. “She won’t talk about it,” she informed her in a gentle tone.
Emma nodded and then looked to the door that opened up to (Y/N)’s room. “Well, I say we give her some time and then I will go in there and try to speak to her,” she reasoned.
Just like all of them, there was more that meets the eye. In this case, sadness had come over their friend and there was obviously something deep and personal. However, Emma was scared that this was more than sadness, that this could be a depression that their dear (Y/N) had fallen into and none of them knew the reason why. They would have to soon or else the entire home could go into a tizzy over it.
At the dining table for diner, all the children sat comfortably, one chair still empty. However, as the days had come to show, there was no point in waiting. (Y/N) was not coming to dinner. This made the younger children confused and they didn’t so much as understand why (Y/N) was laying in bed all day now. This made conversation awkward around the table and for the older girls since they could not get it out of her, what was wrong.
“Will (Y/N) not be joining us?” Claire asked, her voice very soft and very low.
Emma looked at her, her head tilting with a sort of sadness in her eyes. “No, she won’t,” she told the frilly girl simply. She looked down the table to Miss Peregrine, giving her a look that spoke of how she would go to (Y/N) after dinner.
Enoch sat at the other end of the table, watching them quietly. He didn’t have anything to say. Of course he had noticed that the order in the home was disrupted. Of course he noticed that (Y/N), a girl who had stood by any one of them for years, was now locked away. He did not comment on any of it though, deciding it best that he keep out of it.
“Perhaps you could go see her, Claire,” Miss Peregrine suggested as they ate. She looked at the young girl. “She does always smile when she sees you.”
“She smiles when she sees anyone,” Enoch piped in. He just couldn’t help it. When it came to butting in, he did that very well. “She’s the happiest person in the house despite anything.”
“Well, she’s not very happy right now,” Emma interjected, looking at him. Her hair whipped around her head for a short moment before it stilled. She pressed her lips together. “And whatever’s happened to make this happen has to be fixed.”
“I completely agree,” the bird at the other end of the table said. She nodded once. “One of you shall take the girls up to see her then.”
Emma’s shoes could be heard down the hall, there was no hiding that. (Y/N) knew she was coming before the knocking came to her door. She didn’t move though. She just listened as the door opened.
“(Y/N)!” two young voices cheered and the running of two small girls could be heard. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder at Claire and Bronwyn as they ran up to the edge of her bed.
“We’ll brought you dinner,” Claire said, stating that they had done one of the things she didn’t want them doing. She didn’t know this though and (Y/N) couldn’t blame her.
(Y/N) sat up and looked at Emma, who was holding a tray with a plate of food upon it. She stared at the girl that was one of her close friends. She then looked at the little girls and pulled on a smile. “Thank you,” she said and took the tray from the platinum blonde. However, this didn’t make them leave like she had hoped.
Emma took a seat on the edge of the bed, the two younger girls climbing up onto the bed to sit with them. They watched them and Emma let them get situated, then looked at (Y/N) and got straight to the point.
“(Y/N), you’ve been locked up here for over a week’s time,” she said, her shoulders slumping a bit. She looked at her with that same concern Olive had. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter,” (Y/N) denied and looked down at the plate of food. She wasn’t the best liar, not that she had ever had anything to lie about. She shook her head. “I just wish to not leave my room now.”
“But we miss you, (Y/N),” Claire said, making the older girl look at her. It was as if the girl was trying to look into her soul. She shook her head. “Are you sad?”
The question caught the girl off guard and she didn’t look away from the small child. She couldn’t lie to her, no matter how much she wanted to. “Yes, Claire, but it’s okay. I’ll be happy again soon enough,” she told her and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Why are you sad?” Bronwyn asked, turning (Y/N)’s attention to her. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked at the two little girls sat on her bed with her.
“It’s not really important,” (Y/N) tried to convince them.
“Of course it is,” Emma said and looked at her with an almost upset look. She hated seeing one of her friends like this and (Y/N) was more than that to her. (Y/N) was a sister. “Now why are you so sad?”
(Y/N) looked at her, her head tilting as a critical look came over her features. Her (Y/E/C) eyes held so much sadness. How long had this actually been going on? Emma stared into her eyes and she felt overwhelmed with a familiar feeling.
“Claire, Bronwyn, let (Y/N) and me spak alone,” Emma said. The two girls didn’t question anything, not out loud, and they got up, leaving the two teenage girls to be.
“Emma, it’s nothing, really,” (Y/N) tried to persuade. She didn’t look at the blonde girl as her eyes were staring at her.
“You’re hurting, you’re truly hurting,” Emma said and shook her head, “so this isn’t nothing. Tell me what’s wrong.”
(Y/N) didn’t look at her. She then snapped her head to face her. “I want feel love, Emma. I want to love someone.”
“You do love someone,” Emma said and scooted closer to her. She set the untouched tray of food aside and put a hand on her shoulder. “You love Enoch.”
(Y/N) looked down at her lap. “But he’ll never love me,” she told her.
Hello everyone! I wanted to host a 30 day challenge for my current special interest, Lazytown! Anyone is allowed to participate, and if you prefer writing over drawing, you can also choose to do writing prompts of this! So that I can keep track of them, please tag your drawings/writings with #30daylazytown so that I can see everyone’s stuff and reblog it <3 there’s no set times for doing it, it’s just start whenever you want and continue for 30 days until you’re done!
Here’s the prompts!
1: Welcome To Lazytown! -Draw anything to do with lazytown that you please!
2: Slightly Above Average -Draw Sportacus!
3: New Kid In Town -Draw Stephanie!
4: Master Of Disguise -Draw Robbie (For something creative: draw Robbie in a new disguise!)
5: Hacker Voice: I’m In -Draw Pixel!
6: It’s Mine! -Draw Stingy!
7: Candy Kid -Draw Ziggy!
8: Eyeroll -Draw Trixie!
9: Love Is In The Air -Draw your favorite ship!
10: Sad Face -Draw something angsty!
11: The Originals -Draw Glanni, Íþróttaálfurinn, and/or Jives!
12: MultiVerse! -Draw a Lazytown AU of any kind!
13: Who’s Body Is This? -Draw a bodyswap between two characters!
14: We Are Number One But It’s The 14th Day Of The Challenge -Draw Robbie and his clones!
15: Well, She Can’t Lose! -Draw Rottenella
16: All Grown Up - Draw one or more of the kids, now an adult!
17: All Grown…Down? - Draw Sportacus and/or Robbie as children!
18: The Mayor’s Chair -Draw Mayor Meanswell!
19: The BIGGER Chair -Draw Miss Busybody!
20: Master Of Disguise: The Sequel -Draw Robbie in your favorite CANON disguise he’s worn!
21: Even A Bad Guy Cries - Draw Robbie going through some rough times
22: The Blue Elf Is Blue - Draw Sportacus going through some rough times
23: Pretty in Pink - Draw Stephanie in a new, cute outfit!
24: Redemption Arc -Draw Robbie getting along with Sportacus and/or the children
25: Good Guy Gone Bad - Draw Sportacus as if he was a villain instead of a hero!
26: Hey, Who’s The New Guy?? - Create a Lazytown OC!
27: Now You’ve Made The Cut! - Draw Jives interacting with the Lazytown Show characters!
28: Wind At Your Back, Lass. -Draw Sportacus and/or Robbie saying goodbye to a much older Steph as she leaves for college.
29: Nobody’s Lazy In Lazytown! -Draw anything that’s happy or upbeat!!
30: FREE DAY! -Draw whatever lazytown thing you want!
If you are unsure about any of these, just contact me here and I will answer your questions!
and not really one i’m comfortable answering?? i don’t really like the idea of presuming i know better than the source material (unless of course they’re blatantly Bad And Wrong, like, Massively Racist And Ableist Wrong), but khr isn’t?? really?? like that??
it’s got awkward pacing, unexpected plot twists, probably more characters than it knew what to do with, but hypothesizing on how to fix all these problems is a lot easier than actually doing it.
basically ANYTHING can be improved, in any way. improvement is subjective! i’m neither an action fan nor a romance fan nor a comedy fan. i’d probably still read khr if it went down these routes (and i.. did….) but?? i would PREFER, probably, if the pace slowed down a little or evened out, maybe if it delved into the mafia part a bit more… but that wouldn’t be khr anymore?? who knows.
that’s my preference. i wouldn’t try to say that would improve khr at all.
except maybe Let The Childs Be Gay They’re All Gay And Bi There’s No Denying It
Summary: You’re a new intern at St. Mathis Hospital and Min Yoongi is your first and most annoying patient.
BY THE WAY THE TITLE IS A PLAY ON WORDS ITS A HOSPITAL FIC
Comedy/Fluff/Angst/Smut (later on)
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
The day you started your internship went a little like this - your alarm clock didn’t go off, your cat peed on the floor in the living room because he’s a dick, and you couldn’t remember if they told you to bring scrubs, or just wear them. ‘Today is not the day to look stupid, Y/N.’ So you hurriedly threw your blue scrubs in a plastic bag before taking off down the stairs.
The feeling of total and utter trepidation didn’t hit you straight in the gut until your taxi pulled up to the entrance of the hospital and oh dear god, what if you accidentally kill somebody today? What if you stick a needle in the wrong vein and the vein bubbles up and the patient has a venous air embolism that causes strokes and heart attacks -
“Miss?” The taxi driver says, his eyes scrunched up with annoyance as he turns his rather large body to look at you, scrutiny written all over his aged face. You realize then that you’ve been staring out the window of the car up at the glass structure, where it towered over your head and looked menacingly ominous.
From the 200 prompts list can I request 49 & 60 with Finn Balor please.
“Let’s have a baby”,
“You’d be a great dad” ___________________________________
The two of you were only a month shy of your six year anniversary. You had been through so much together. You watched him go from different promotions back in Ireland to the main roster on Monday Night RAW. Besides his parents, no one else was as proud of Finn as you were.
The two of you were in another random city in the US that was hosting a PPV. Finn had a special event before the big event. A special meet and greet at the children’s hospital with sick children. The two of you were even an hour early. Finn loved giving his time to the children who needed cheering up. It always made you giddy to see Finn either holding a baby or a kid hoisted on his hip to flex his arm with the little one.
“Mr. Balor, right this way” One of the nurses led us into a room, smiling as a litter of children sat in chairs or on the floor. An eruption of small screams made you giggle. You saw how big he was smiling. You couldn’t wait til you bared his children.
“Do your entrance!!” A little boy yelled, clapping his hands even as it held Finn’s action figure. Finn pulled out his phone, putting on his song. The children bounced around in joy waiting for the build up of the song.
Finn couldn’t stop smiling even as he got into his stance and threw his arms up into the air. Once. Twice. An abundance of claps and cheers came as he finished. You stood off to the side, admiring the man entertaining his audience.
“Is he your boyfriend?” A little girl, maybe 7 walked up to your side, tugging on the end of your flower sundress.
“Hi sweetie” You smiled bending down to meet her eyes. “Would you be mad at me if I said yes?”
She giggled, shaking her head. “He’s very cute!” She turned to look at him, then back to you. “Do you think he’s cute?” Her wide eyes made you smile even more.
“He’s the cutest” Your eyes moved to watch him pick up a little boy who was crying from being so excited. He was so good at soothing a child whose excitement was too much.
“He’s lucky” The little girl nodded, patting the top of your shoulder. “You are so pretty” She reached up to cup your cheek, giggling even more. “He’s gonna marry you someday!!” She ran off to go over to him.
“I sure hope so” You whispered to yourself, leaning against the wall. You could see how happy he was. He could beat John Cena’s record if he was given the chance. He loved being around kids. All kinds of kids.
He took countless pictures and signed what seemed like endless photos of himself. He was so outgoing and social when he was in his professional state of mind. He was quite shy and reserved behind the scenes. It was one of the many traits of the man that captured your heart.
The time flew by and you could tell Finn was reluctant to leave. He had two young twin boys on each thigh, sitting happily as he read them a comic they picked out. His animated voice reading over the actions made your heart flutter.
He rubbed the boy’s backs before the hopped off. His eyes immediately found yours, ‘I love you, sweetie’. If it was possible your eyes would morph into the heart eyes emoji. ‘I love you too, handsome’. He winked, giving his attention back to the kids who wanted him to join in a game of twister.
“Alright, kids! It’s time for Finn to leave” a prompt drone of nooo flooded the room like their cheers earlier. Finn frowned as well, waving his hand goodbye. His arm found your waist, hugging you to his side.
“You’d be a great dad” You looked into his eyes, walking with him out of the hospital.
“I can’t wait til I put a bun in that oven” He smiled, rubbing a hand over your stomach. “Ya will look so perfect with a pregnant belly” He kissed your cheek, opening the door for you as you arrived at the car.
Settling into your seat, buckling in you couldn’t stop smiling. This was a hectic day but gave you a look into your future. You were drifted off into your thoughts until Finn’s voice interrupted you.
“Let’s have a baby” He was at a stop light his hand extending over to take yours into his, squeezing it firmly. “I know right now would be crazy, but those kids? I feel sorta empty when I leave”
“Baby…” Your eyes welled up, overcome by the emotion of your future cementing a permanent path. “You look so good with those twins on your lap”
“Let’s start to try, ok?” He kissed over your knuckles, one by one. “I want ya to have my babies”
#10: “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.” + #52: “Are you doodling?” + #67: “I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.” with CEO!Yoongi
Word Count: 1283
A/N: so this was just something I thought sounded cute, I’m gonna be starting to work on pirate!Tae soon so I will keep you guys updated on that, i have no idea when it’ll come out but hopefully it’ll be soon, it’s probably gonna be a busy few weeks for me bc I have school starting up soon (already don’t like one of my teachers, haven’t even met her yet but I emailed her once and ooh boy) I may actually be switching schools if we move too far from my current one, I’m gonna be moving within either the end of this month or next month so idk how many AU series I’m gonna be doing for that period of time, just until I’m settled into my new place but again, I’ll keep you guys updated, I will be finishing the pirate series relatively soon so keep an eye out for that!! The links for this are CEO!Yoongi (here) and father!Yoongi
(all of the father related posts are here)
Four hours of sleep. The amount of sleep that Yoongi had gotten the night before take your kids to work day. Your daughter wanted to stay
up later and later, encouraging her brother to want the same. He had
just turned three and he wanted nothing more than to be like his sister.
Whatever she played, he wanted to play too, whatever she ate, he wanted
to eat too. When she went to bed, he went to bed and he would not be a
happy camper if he was put to bed before she was. The combination of
your daughter developing her independence and starting to push the
boundaries to see how much she could get away with and the fact that
your son was her living mirror meant the two of you didn’t get much sleep.
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The first half of dinner was fine. Papo and Buela were there, with Emily and Alexia on their laps. Beto was standing next to a pretty girl with long curly brown hair and a line of piercings along her ear. Keith remained close to Lance as everyone bustled around to sit at the table. Tia Carla and Tio Ramon had brought their younger kids as well, so although half of Lance’s family was missing, it was a full house.
It must have been new to Keith, seeing so many people in one place, all related. The apprehension was clear in Papo and Buela’s face when they saw Keith. Lance had an overwhelming urge to shield him from their eyes.
But Alexia immediately scrambled off Buela’s leg and pulled Keith’s hand. “Cabito sienta con yo,” she said, tugging him to a seat and claiming the one beside him.
“Keith mijo, you hungry? Have as much as you’d like, there’s plenty to go around,” Mom assured, patting his shoulder. She didn’t question the jacket.
“I was actually going to go,” he said awkwardly. “It looks like a family thing, I don’t want to-”
“Oh hush,” Tia Carla told him. “Every dinner is a ‘family’ thing. Have you seen how many of us there are? Sit down and eat.” She tucked his hair behind his ear, and Lance noticed him freeze, a gentle blush filling his cheeks.
While she called the kids to the table, Lance took the seat on the other side of Keith. “You okay?” Keith nodded with a gentle smile. A smile that caused Lance’s heart to stutter and speed up.
Lance felt like a goldfish, with all the adults glancing at him and Keith. Meanwhile Keith was trying to communicate with Alexia who kept trying to tell him to roll her tortilla in Spanish.
“Cabito, taquito mi tortilla, po’favor,” she whined. She smacked her hands together, but Keith looked lost and confused.
“Um, Keith?” Lance whispered. He grabbed another tortilla and rolled it up. “That’s what she wants you to do for her.”
“Oh,” he said. He did so and Alexia smiled joyously before tearing into her food. Keith chuckled then looked at Lance. “Why does she keep saying cabito?”
Could you maybe write something where 2D has some kind of breakdown and is just kind of a mess and s/o has to comfort him? I live for angst oh my god why do I hurt the ones I love?! Thank you!!! Ps: I'm in love with your page oml 💖
B O I H A V E T H E A N G S T
I was gonna sleep but then my friend started talking about our upcoming trip to the London Aquarium, and my mind immediately went to this ask. Enjoy some fucking ANGST my dudes
Your eyes light up as you walk under the gently undulating blue light of the arch, turning your head in a slow circle to take in everything around you.
The room is completely black, lit up on by fibre optic lights in the ceiling, and every 4 feet or so are large circular tanks. Jellyfish swim in slow, lazy groups behind them, their odd skirts drifting in the artificial currents. 2D sticks close to the entrance, looking around nervously before pacing in, walking quickly and grabbing your hand as you walk, pressing up against your back.
To outside eyes, he must look like an overly affectionate boyfriend, but you look back at him as you lead him over to the first tank, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
Maya Catholics Meet Together To Celebrate Their Uniqueness
Maya Catholics attend Mass at St. Thomas Aquinas Church in Cookeville, Tennessee, July 8. The Mass was part of a national Maya conference held to help young Native people better understand their identity as Mayas by celebrating traditional music, culture and spirituality.
They are proud members of the Maya Catholic diaspora now living all across the United States, and they came together at a conference in Cookeville, Tennessee by the hundreds
July 7-8 to celebrate their Native culture and Catholic spirituality. “The Maya community rarely comes together and meets and celebrates our uniqueness.” said Juanatano Cano, a native Q’anjobal speaker.
A highlight for many 2017 conference participants was attending Mass celebrated in native Mayan languages, including Q’anjobal, Akateco and Chuj. A priest and a deacon from Guatemala traveled to Tennessee for the conference to celebrate Mass and lead breakout sessions.
The conference for Mayas focused on strengthening Maya families and preserving their unique cultures, with a particular focus on Maya youth. Gaspar Andres, a recent high school graduate, traveled to the conference from South Carolina with his parents. “I want to learn more about the culture and where my parents came from.” he said.
Andres, whose first language is Akateco, learned English in school. “The way kids grow up, they don’t want to learn the language and culture and sometimes the parents don’t explain it really good,” he said. For young adults like him, attending the annual Maya conference can be a powerful reinforcement.
“The most relevant need of the Maya is to transmit the faith toward our children.” said Francisco Hernandez, a parishioner at St. Thomas Aquinas and the local conference chair. “Our children must never forget their roots, our origin and values. We, and our children, need to feel proud for being Maya.”
You meet a RFA member but is not allowed to tell them who you are
I don´t even know how I
came up with this one.
I was actual a bit loopy
writing this sorry.
let´s just say I was
really overtired and I drank a bit .
and i now feel like i should write that cinderella story lol
requests are open
So this would play of
course before the Party. No one knows how you look , except 707 but of
course you seen pictures of everyone.
You have something
imported to do and ask 707 if it´s okay to go. He tells you it is
but then he says that if you meet a RFA member you are not allowed
to tell them who you are. Of course you find that odd but he says its
for security reasons and that if you say who you are then the RFA
member will be kicked out. It seems way to harsh but you agree.
How high is the chance
that you actual run into one of them anyway ?
Well of course its a
also the other members get
that told too. They are of course angry but agree on it.
So the day of the big
event comes up. You are asked to help out your best Friend with
watching children on a big fundraising Party. Their is a small tend
with all kinds with activities for them.
Since its for a really
good cause too you gladly help you Friend out.
has no idea what event you are at of course and he would not be able
to recognize you.
he thinks at least before he gets a call before the event.
gets a offer for a small play at a local fundraising party he knows
the play since its Cinderella.
a play for a audience of child’s too so nothing too hard but it´s
for a good cause and the audience will be of descend size.
he agrees and learns the script in lighting speed .
does like 2 rehearsals and he is ready.
even gets a bit exited.
the day comes and you have no idea that he will actual do the play.
go their with a small group of children who wanted to see the show.
course you know the story its hammered in your head you think how
boring this going to be.
then as the play goes on Zen appears on stage and of course you are
mentioned a play but nothing more.
not seen any of his actual performances life so you are really happy
and his talent really shines.
when the story is dead beat he brings it really to life.
children are really blown away too.
never seen anyone like Zen and they start wounder what Zen actual is
since the girls start insisting that he must be a Fairy Prince.
even little girls recognize how handsome Zen looks-
the boys think he must be some sort of alien since they never seen
anyone with that eye color.
course both party’s start to argue over this the girls even seem to
get a bit feisty.
you have to step in before they cause a huge commotion since the
people around you are already looking.
Zen on stage looks a bit annoyed so you make something up to make
boys and girls equal happy.
you say that Zen is of course a moon Fairy prince.
that makes sense to both groups and they stop arguing - thank god
almost think Zen up stage is winking at you but you brush it off and
enjoy the rest of the play.
the kids draw pictures for the actors as a thank you.
of them show Zen – well as good as small childs can draw- on the
get the honor to deliver them so you do.
course you not aspect much but the actors actual want to see them and
well the drawings are kind of cute.
cute how proud Zen looks because he is on the most drawings.
of them shows his with a moon princess that more resembles you then
the female lead you tell him that is because you ended up telling the
child a twist version of Cinderella on the moon since they got so
into the idea.
finds that really awesome and tells you how creative you are.
time he is defiantly winking at you.
while after the Fundraiser Seven tells you there is nothing to worry
about anymore and at the actual RFA Party you meet Zen again he of
course recognized your Voice and he also says he knew from your kind
aura who you are.
used all his acting skills to not show you, but now you really need
to write him a script for that moon Cinderella tale.
wants you to be the lead role and in worth case he plays it just with
you too -heavily winks at you-
is also roped in by a friend for this event.
Yoosung loves to help people so he agrees.
helps his friend with a Food stand since he can cook really good.
is really busy and his stand is very popular.
you hear from that one stand where some cute guy is making great food
and of course you get curious.
when you get a merciful break you really want to check it out but the
line is too dam long.
have to settle with something else what is kind of sad till you
notice the guy that makes the food is Yoosung.
its even more sad now you kind of wanted to see how he would react to
you without knowing who you are.
quite sad but you have no choice and eat something else before going
your break is over and the next think that is on the program is
pick the children that are the best behaving and that are actual old
Friend says that they asked for some help from some guys at a Food
really that surprising since of course with something like that it´s
ever better to have people watching with you.
course you think it might be parents but you are surprised to see
Yoosung you would of course like to greet him but you can´t since he
can not know who you are.
you just focus on your job telling the children what to do it goes
quit okay for the most part and Yoosung works really good with the
then one of the children gets bored and starts annoying everyone with
throwing flour around.
you have to step up and make the child have a time out you have to be
quite strict you kinda hope that Yoosung will not dislike you because
have to take the child back to the others so it can have its time
you return you see that everything is still under control what is
quite nice to see.
had no experience with kids before but he is a natural.
the cookies are finally baking you bring the children back to playing
while Yoosung offered to clean the mess what you are really thankful
you and the children have to decorate the cookies what is really hard
since they want to eat the decorations.
you manage very well and after you are done it´s time for the
children to get home and you are quite beat.
it looks like all stands are closed after you are done and sadly you
you are in luck since Yoosung comes and gives you some left over food
and you are really thankful .
also really delicious you comment on how you can not believe that he
has no girlfriend.
to realize how he never said that but thankful he does not seem to
that you have to help your friend some more and sadly you cant even
say probadly say goodbye to Yoosung.
you don´t see him till the Party their of course he sees you and he
tells you he actual figured out who you are but he could not tell
you. You understand that of course and you agree on having a date
Jaehee and Jumin
these together because it makes sense.
had no idea upon agreeing to help you Friend with the children that
the event is sponsored by Jumins company.
course had no idea either that you would be their.
was something he had to make a speech in the name of the company it
was not a bad think but he much rather would been somewhere else.
say somewhere with a certain cat.
also was not too happy to have to spend too much time in a loud place
was really crowded and the event also made a lot of work.
course it was for a good cause so it was only half as bad but she had
to work so many extra hours.
both where not too amused in the chat shortly before the actual
read it too and you are right away scared they hate the whole think.
friend actual was really found of the whole project and it be
terrible for them.
where not actual worried about being found out since you where sure
neither of them would go to the Tend you are working at.
you do your job watching the kids and think about nothing evil when
someone approaches your friend and ask them if they could take some
pictures with the children and you.
and your friend agree since it seems like some good press for the
you pick some quiet kids out and some people set up a photo shot in a
then see Jaehee being busy as you expected you guess she is
supervising the shoot so you just focus on the children.
suppose to act natural and they thought it be best to have them draw
you get the supplies for that and tell them to draw something related
to today like their activities or what they ate or what they liked.
children start doing this and you watch them and try to make them
works after a while they seem to forgot about the other adults while
drawing some of them use finger colors since the photographer thought
that be cute.
watches the whole scene but does not interfere.
actual start to wounder when they actual gonna take pictures so you
ask and Jaehee tells you that they still waiting for someone.
ask yourself for who they wait and it turns out they wait for Jumin.
really surprising to you why would he take pictures with the
guess he was forced to do this so you just keep watching the
Jaehee tells you that Jumin will come now and of course that makes
its Jumin after all and second how will the kids react to him ?
as expected he is very stiff and kind of scares a few of the children
you try your best to make them loose up it kind of works since you
decide to sit next to him he feels less scary specially with the
image Jumin in his suit sitting on a children chair near a children
children are a bit more quiet then before its a bit tense so to say.
pictures are being taken and you think it will be over.
is until one of the children had to use the bathroom and accidentally
steps on a tube of finger paint that somehow landed on the floor.
whole paint gets in a comedic way directly on Jumin´s suit and some
of it on to your hair.
red paint too what only makes it worth.
course all the adults panic because of this and the child starts
crying because of their reaction to it.
calm the kid down telling it it´s not that bad it happens it was
only a accident the paint will be washed out.
Jumin seems not mad at all he just asks you if everything is alright
with you and you say that happens sometimes with some warm water the
paint will get out but it´s best to do it while its still wet.
nods and goes of telling Jaehee he will need some new clothes and
that she should get you some too.
tell Jaehee thats not really needed since you had spare clothes with
have to bring the children now back and you will also have to clean
you do that and then you go in a separate area to clean your hair
from the paint.
you met Jaehee you greeted her smiling she offered you a coffee what
you thankfully accept.
spend time with her while drying your hair its really nice you talk
over the silly stuff that happened earlier.
like that just happen with kids sometimes so its really no big deal.
likes your working spirit after your hair is dry you return to work
till its time for the children to be picked up.
the day of the party its kinda nice to see them again and actual
Jaehee took secretly a picture of Jumin with paint everywhere what is
kind of hilarious.
took it since she knew it was you and she was hoping you would like
it and you do.
even Jumin finds it funny and he is thankful that you took care of
the children like you did.
*suddenly next to them; exasperated* Sorry I'm late...may I join you?
*frowns* Excuse me?
*rolls her eyes* Edward, this is Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock, Edward Castle *mutters* Sherlock is my soon-to-be-ex husband.
*raises an eyebrow* You never told me you were married.
*pulls up a chair; smug* Ah, first date. Remember ours, dear?
*narrows her eyes* Where are the kids?
*splutters his drink* Wait, you have kids? Plural? As in...more than one?
*still looking at Sherlock* Yes. Where are they?
*thinking* Hmm...one is out solving a crime probably, teenagers, I'm sure I left the twins downstairs with Mrs. Hudson, John and Mary wanted the toddler practice and Mycroft is babysitting the, erm, baby.
*alarmed* Jesus, how many have you got?
Sherlock & Molly:
*glance at each other* Five.
*confused* Well, then...why are you splitting up?
*smiles* The sex was crap.
*chuckles; takes her wine glass* Now, Molly, give him an excuse he'll believe *raises the glass to the light*
*looking between them* What's going on?
*sighs* Does the name Julia Smith mean anything to you?
*shakes his head*
Nooo *sniffs the glass* You never get to know their names first, do you? Did you know she was fifteen years old?
Her mother hired me to investigate her attack. Dinner at a restaurant with someone she met in a chatroom... *dips his finger in the wine glass* I don't think I need to tell you the rest *tentatively tastes the liquid*
*calm* You see, while you're sat here with me, the police are raiding your flat and, well...I don't think you're getting away this time.
*fuming* You have no right-
*fuming* Our eldest is the same age. It is taking all my willpower not to force you to drink this and leave you at the mercy of my girls. Far worse than anything I could do to you.
*enters Angelo's; approaching their table* Come on, Castle. You have the right to remain silent... *leads the suspect away*
Nobody’s going to deny that an abandoned mental asylum known for raping and abusing its patients is going to be pretty creepy all on its own, supernatural interlopers or not. But Letchworth Village packs a double punch. Built in New York in 1911, Letchworth was considered one of the most prestigious mental healthcare facilities in the country. It was the spot where the first polio vaccine was tested in 1950, a fact which should have nailed it a spot in history all on its own—if the test subject hadn’t been a mentally challenged eight-year-old boy who couldn’t have given consent even if he’d been asked.
As early as the 1920s, rumors were already circulating of the atrocities being committed behind closed doors in the Village. In 1921, almost 1,200 patients, most of them small children, were crammed into the severely overpopulated rooms. That’s the same year the head physician, Dr. Charles Little, announced that he intended to use the patients in medical experiments. By the ’50s, over 4,000 mentally disabled men and women were crowding each other for sleeping space in the hallways. The patients were neglected; many of the women were abused. A cloud of death began to fall over the diseased grounds.
The Village closed its doors for good in 1996, and since then, reports of ghostly occurrences have made the rounds. Children giggling, desks and chairs scraping across the cracked concrete floors, towers of cardboard boxes simply marked “Deaths”—every visitor reports some unexplained phenomenon at Letchworth Village.