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ohimesama · 1 year

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2.1.23 Wednesday

5:36 am

Duty again...Hoping to find my partner... hmmm... Life is full of mystery...I do value friendship so much... Mowninglezz Angels!!!

Thanks to me....Be thankful Uncle DD, I was able to restart mama Neko again just like John.. In a lil while... Still, a big question mark...

My original partner ... My baby John...

7:14 am

Shocking story about Anid... Already here with mommy Adnil...

Mommy Adnil told me that don't talk to tricycle driver or don't accept a free ride. Huh? I was shocked... I told mommy I always pay... Coz someone asked Anid a tricycle driver if I'm here... But Anid didn't text me about this thing...

7:39 am

Mommy Adnil already eating her breakfast... And LJ went down and I greeted her good morning and asked about her gay uncle that is dead already coz I told her someone asked me last week, if your gay uncle is here... I was shocked as well...

8:09 am

Done,serving breakfast on Mommy Adnil... Then, Kuya OJ is wearing a jacket this am with a printed word of "Pepsi" that is linking with the 3 tv personalities who had an issue of rapist, mainly on "Eat Bulagah". Weird people...

Anid is fake on me angels... She insisted that she texted me about the tricycle driver who asked about me but I did a back-read, nah... But this am she is telling me that she was able to text me that issue...

8:30 am

I still have this fucking windblow... And still thinking of a better road....I will be here with Mommy Adnil until April angels my employer knew about these things....Hoping for a better healing as soon as possible for mommy Adnil...

About an issue here of crime it seems they are all ohkay with that... Meaning my concern is my life and Anid's life and I'm a genuine friend.

Awhile ago I just asked LJ about her gay-uncle who died at somehow the same years of his grandfather but LJ told me that gay-uncle died of stomach disease.

My main point I'm a true friend angels...My conscience is clean...

But for ManaloZ there will always be a trial! I will never flow on any crimes inside the family or church without logical reasons...

8:40 am

About Uncle Jun, I'm used to his behaviour being just an observer....Asked me a 100 yesterday for his lotto and serves as my lil share on him and payment for cleaning John's floor mat. Coz my salary is not that big... But also hoping and praying that Uncle Jun can win on that lotto thing coz I told him if he wins a jackpot, he should give me money....

11:09 am

Done, doing everything such as cleaning Mommy Adnil's room, in a way cleaning the living room but not caregiver's task just maturity coz I can't stand the smell of pussy cats poops...

Done, cleaning Mommy Adnil's body and her flower... She has a beautiful flower for her age and having 5 kids... Fluffy flower ;)

My pie died due to we can't open our ac for now... I feel bad about that....

The house here is high ceiling meaning spacious and the air can flow... So,that it feels fresh and windy...

Chill,waiting for lunch time... Relax2x...

1:35 pm

Done,eating our lunch....Me and Mommy Adnil... I eat here and if there is bread in the morning I can always ask for a permission to eat it... Like this am,I asked permission from LJ if I can eat the bread and get some egg sandwich in the refrigerator...

I still have this windblow trap cult of Manaloz.

The latest thing here, a black belt hanging inside their bathroom,not sure if it has a meaning or nothing someone just hanged it there but on the belt there is a metal lock and it has a printed brand of 5'11"....

In the nutshell:

I just don't like people who will interfere on someone's life without asking permission on the person involved...

I always think of etiquette and value people and value friendship.

Like the crime issue here it wasn't really coming from me at the beginning, some people outside just approached me and tell those things and for me it is not interfering, it is being concern on people that you think having a good soul or innocent.

Crime issue is a thing to talk about if the people involved are willing... But! Here I'm just giving hint that people outside approached me and if they did something or if something happened here it is for the people here to think or give way to open a very sensitive crime topic. But if they ignore me on giving hints meaning, the crime was ohkay for them coz originally they are blood-related, as far as I know... But me and Anid we became a family here coz we do care for our elderly here, Mommy Adnil...Me and Anid we considered them in a way as family coz all the poops and urine and all the tantrums of Mommy Adnil, we are able to embrace it with all our hearts, while me and Anid are still here...

But for Manaloz and for the church of christ I will make sure there will be a trial and logical reasons...

Mommy Adnil always scolded me lately for not drinking water....Coz I always drink coffee here... But I told her, Mommy Adnil I'm drinking water and yeah! I'm drinking water literally... ;)

6:18 pm

Borrowed a book from their bookshelves here, particularly book of LJ...

Hmmm.... Interesting...

7:02 pm

Kuya OJ will fetch me angels...

8:15 pm

Whew! Stressed-out.... I don't have a partner,bullshit... Though, I explained the crime... Anid is not serious on things like those issues...

Probably Anid is connivance or just a piece of innocent thing! She is not a good partner... Even as friends she must think of our safety...

8:28 pm

I can't believe that Anid is just walking for a year there in the subdivision of Mommy Adnil...

8:48 pm

Our toilet flush is very slow....Fuck! Another stress for me...

Went outside bought a liquid wash and 2 sticks of fortune for Uncle Jun, thanks for taking care of John coz my salary is still small...

I'm gonna use the liquid wash as a solution to remove the stuck stuff inside the bowl...

9:36 pm

Just checking some picture frames,hmm... I wonder who is the gay-uncle?

Was it really their youngest on the wall pictures,Mommy Adnil 5 children... On the graduation picture they told me that the gay was the youngest but!

I saw a picture frame a guy wearing a black shirt that 70% that is the gay-uncle... hmm....Somehow, good looking...

Hmm...He killed their father or his uncle that gay-uncle coz of money! They have a relatives who are active in resorts world lately...

I was thinking if he was Kuya Ebob but gained weight a lil but he is a tricycle driver....

But on the old picture he looks like somehow Allan the guy I met in Tagged... But a Filipino version of skin tone coz Allan in Tagged looks like american...

Karma begets karma...

Mr Xela texted me that he is not interested. Even the owner of Nightingale.... I hope they can experience this stress in their lives....Karma begets karma.

9:56 pm

In a way....They can have the way to destroy my credibility... Coz my entrance there on Mommy Adnil was through Anid...

A recap, Anid is on 4th layer status of caregiving that's why she was able to accept the payment lower than expected but still above,above,above minimum... Coz the caregiver salary per day is really 3500 per day... We are receiving below 3500 per day....I have no problem for now with my employer now, coz I told Anid I badly need this case experience a bedridden with a bedsore and I need money these days or I need a consistent job...

Me,let's just say of the suma cumlaude in our batch in Caregiving when it comes to theory accepted the same amount coz my ticket of entrance was Anid. Coz Anid was there started month of August 2022....So, possible that Anid is a connivance of that family.

10:35 pm

Still having the windblow trap....I care for Mommy Adnil aside from I need a job... But this job is kinda stressful coz of the location of their house....The issue of crime, it is stressful...

Being a caregiver is a dignity... It is good to do this kind of job in the homecare, in abroad particularly....Where the set-up is really upper and wealthy... The advantage of homecare,any moment you can meet other caregiver's in a general hallway.Though per room they have their own TV, in homecare they can get along with other caregiver and elderly...

It is not an easy job in a private house...

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alluringjae · 3 years

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queen of hearts - sjn

summary: for the first time, one of your star students hasn’t been fetched right after class. but when she finally does, you weren’t expecting such a fine man to be her father.

pairing: johnny x female reader

word count: 5.5k

genre: fluff, romance, comedy | ceo and single dad!johnny + ballerina!reader + modern day!au

warnings: mentions of an absent parent, johnny being an overthinker, sexual innuendos (ten saying dilf hehe), slight explicit language, technical terms of ballet, a mini reference to mean girls

author’s note: sooo i came in touch with my former dance life, which led me to write this. there are links for the variations i used; their names are underlined when they’re mentioned. i am going to get technical with ballet terms here (even when my ballet knowledge decreased), so to any dancers reading, i really did my best, so please don’t come for me or do correct me for any mistakes.

although one character and her dance background, plus the name of the setting, are real, everything else about it is still a work of fiction.

i miss dancing, no cap.

leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

Ballet student and teacher by day, a soloist of the Korean National Ballet at night.

This was your daily routine, and it wasn’t the typical 8-5. But it’s debatable whether or not it was worse, because you’re always going overtime. That’s the thing when you’re an overachiever. Nonetheless, you loved what you do. It’s the lifestyle you gradually built since your preschool days.

Mornings on the weekdays were mostly vacant since all the kids were still in school. You’d start at 10 am for a warm-up class for the company. Before you delved into teaching and assisting, you’d train right after your lunch break. Partnering class, en pointe class, 1-on-1 sessions with choreographers, self-practice, then the company night class, that’s the organization of your week.

Now adding the teacher title, you mostly handled kindergartners to 5th graders in the academy aspect of the company. Your first teaching class would start at 1 pm. It’s when the younger students who finished their morning classes zoom into your assigned dance studio. One class would last an hour and a half, then you have a 30-minute break in between another class with the older kids. Their lesson repertoire was more strenuous due to the added across-the-floor lessons and jumps. Water was always your best friend, water refilling stations located everywhere in the company building.

You wouldn’t say you’re a strict teacher, but you weren’t shy to correct anyone from wherever you stood. You’d lightly align their arms or back properly so your students were working on the correct body parts. Compared to the other teachers, a lot of students enjoyed your kind yet frank approaches. Your former students, who’ve already gone to the higher levels, missed your lively presence and wished repeatedly that they want you back as their teacher.

“Teacher (Y/N), I miss you so much! Teacher Ten is so intense. I get the jitters especially when we’re en pointe on the floor.”

“Teacher (Y/N), Teacher Sicheng and Teacher Seulgi scare the heck out of me during partnering class. Especially when I tried to lift my partner, I keep losing focus because of Teacher Sicheng’s never-ending comments!”

Not to be sadistic, but you’d simply laugh at their minuscule complaints. Even if they’re struggling in the academy, those comments were directed to fix their techniques if they wanted to breakthrough.

“Kids, you’re going to be fine! They wouldn’t say or do those things just because they wanted to. They’re here to push you to the next level, like how I used to do with you. It’s a cut-throat industry after all.”

This was always your reply, bittersweet and truthful. Not everyone makes it, unfortunately, so if you’re really striving, you’d do whatever it takes. Throughout your career, you’re relatively impressed with how far you’ve come.

Trainee at 17, Corps de Ballet at 18, Demi-Soloist at 21, and Soloist at 23.

You’ve been a soloist for 4 years. The final stage, which was to become a principal dancer, is your running goal. Becoming a soloist was praiseworthy enough because you’ve seen so many give up in the Corps, but claiming a spot as a principal dancer has been the ultimate dream. Since you’ve watched Swan Lake for the first time at 4 years old with your parents, that’s where you found a passion for dancing and the stage. Here you are years later, practicing numerous variations daily, performing in opera houses, and mentoring all these gifted kids.

Your last class with elementary kids, which began around 5 pm, reached its end once all the students curtsied in front of you and scurried to their mothers or their nannies. The remaining plan on your agenda today was the company class at 7:30 pm, which exceeds the average hour and a half. It’s worse during show season. There have been times everyone went beyond midnight to polish every scene from head to toe.

Currently, there’s no upcoming show for the public, though the annual summer recital for the students was around the corner. Selected members of the company were chosen to perform individually in it, which was both exciting and intense. It’s also because it’s an evaluation on whether you’d get promoted in status or staying put. You’ve partaken in 3 recitals in the past, two of which elevated you from the corps and demi-soloist ranks. The recent one, however, didn’t change your soloist ranking.

It was a major first in your career in ballet, and after finding out the result of the latter, it emotionally pained you. Recalling how much soul you put into that piece, the rejection from your artistic director clenched your heart. Though in time, you moved on from it and viewed it as a stepping stone. Also, Sicheng and Ten personally stormed your apartment to pull yourself together with wine and pizza after going on a short leave.

Since you were trainees, Sicheng and Ten were your best friends in and outside the company. Working daily to occasional barhopping, that’s your youth summed up. It wasn’t because you didn’t like the girls you’ve worked with (though a lot of them were fake and bitchy), but these two were frank and humorous as hell. Together, you’d help each other with your goals rather than be competitive. Over time, Ten leveled up to a principal dancer for 2 years running while you and Sicheng were still soloists. The way you’d watch Ten take all the big roles, that’s where you want to be one day.

Back in your last teaching class, the entire dance room was vacant. Since it’s mainly used for ballet classes, you’d either run through anything you’ve practiced from the company classes and polish it or warm up a little bit more.

Except for today, this was the only free time to sew a new pair of pointe shoes because your current ones were dead. Dead in a sense that the hard shell turned soft, which won’t be able to support you when you’re up on your toes. You’re not taking any risks of minor injuries especially when you’re in the current lineup of company members performing for this upcoming recital again. You have to prove to everyone that you deserve a position as a principal dancer.

As your legs sprawled in a half middle split, your sewing equipment laid in front of you like you’re about to perform surgery, a tiny girl stood by the ajar studio doors. In her neat bun and holding on to her small duffel bag, you’re convinced everyone has gone home already since it’s quite late.

You may have your priorities as a company member, but she was still your student.

“Minji!” You shouted her name, speedily waving your hand. You’re not one to have favorites, though you couldn’t help wonder how extraordinary she was. She’s always taking charge in demonstrating the lessons to everyone and improving every session in the 3 years she’s joined the academy. “Come in! Come in!”

At age 7, she’s gotten taller through the years, above the average from how you see it. She must have amazing genetics. Her legs sauntered in seconds to you. Sitting down across you, she marveled at your setup. Specifically, at the fresh pointe shoes.

“Are those yours, Teacher (Y/N)?” She perked up, caressing its soft fabric and playing with the mini bows of the drawstrings.

“Yes, it is, Minji!” You answered while trying to insert the thin thread through the small eye of the needle. “Why are you still here? Is your nanny stuck in traffic or something?”

“My nanny went on sudden leave, so my dad’s the one fetching me. But I think he’s running late from his job.”

Oh, this was a first to know about her father. In all the years she’s been your student, you rarely caught sight of him, even in recitals. Maybe he sat in an unknown section, but you’re pretty much acquainted with all the parents of your students. Even if some were snobbier than the rest because they wanted their child to have more stage time, you still got to know them out of respect. Quite odd, if you said so yourself.

After deep concentration, the thread triumphantly passed through the eye so you tied the two ends of the thread in a double knot. Seeing as Minji attentively watched you, you tasked her to cut the ribbons of your shoes according to the trail of pencil marks. This was so she wouldn’t cut it too short or too long. While she did that, you hammered your shoes against the floor to soften the hard front, bending the shank back and forth so the arch of your feet could move without difficulty later.

Minji wasn’t expecting such loud sounds, her entire body shaken awake. Her facial expression was priceless, explaining to her, “Once you get your first pointe shoes in a few years, this is one of the basic things you need to do so your feet won’t hurt too much while dancing.”

“Will you be there to teach me how to make my pointe shoes?”

“Absolutely! Come to me first then I’ll mentor you all that I know.”

The process of sewing and breaking new pointe shoes engraved your mind since your adolescent years, with changes along the way. Inspired by some tricks from your former teachers, but there were some differing rituals you followed. There’s no definite process of it, just as long you’re comfortable to dance after.

With your feet, you stepped on the hard boxes of the shoes to soften it more, creating a popping sound. Followed by sewing your elastic bands in. For your ribbons, you liked to burn the edges with a lighter so the thread of it won’t run. Kindly asking your cute assistant for the lighter beside her, you scanned the edges back and forth the flame. In seconds, the edges had a distinct mark, fully closed. From there, you slid your feet to your shoes to make final sewing adjustments. Sewing your ribbons took you another few minutes, plus adding superglue inside the shoe so the shoe won’t collapse when it unstiffens and scratching the shank with a cutter so you won’t slip later while dancing.

Voila, the final product is done! Hopefully, it can last you a week at least.

“Wow, Teacher (Y/N), it looks pretty!” Minji applauded, collecting the mess you’ve both made to dispose of later. You, on the other hand, gave her your thanks once you applied some bandages on your big toes and put on your toe pads. Slipping inside the shoes and tying them, you rose up back to your feet and headed to the bar to break them in. From plies-relevésto forced arches, the shoes gave you the sensation that they were an extension of your feet. The ease flowed through, meaning you were ready to practice your variations.

While you stepped your shoes in rosin for friction, your curious student moved to the front where the mirror lied to watch what you’ve prepared.

“What variation are you dancing to?”

“This is the Gamzatti variation from La Bayadere.” You replied, tapping the play button on your phone and racing to your position on the side. Talking a short ballet walk, you strongly prepared your arms before the music of the orchestra takes off.

This variation consisted of a lot of jumps and turns. Grand jetés, attitude turns, chaîné turns, you needed a lot of core control and proper spotting so you won’t get dizzy. The thrilling music lessened your nerves because you enjoyed learning this piece from one of the principal dancers, smiling and letting the music guide your legs. Once you nailed 3 consecutive grand jetés, the variation ended with a sus-sous and the wrists of your hands flicking upwards.

Holding it for 5 more seconds, you landed back on your feet with heavy breathing and a need for water. But before you could, small claps and cheers from Minji in front erupted. Momentarily, you’ve forgotten her presence because dancing solo puts you in your own space. You’d never let anyone take you away from it.

“Teacher (Y/N), that was wonderful! Are you performing that in the summer recital?”

Yikes, she’s right but she wasn’t meant to see it yet. Solo performances from the company members for the recital were top secret, only unveiled during the production rehearsal. Well, you didn’t think this through, but you didn’t mind.

“Can you keep a secret?”

Time ticked a lot faster today, only 10 minutes left until the company class on the ground floor whereas you were in the second. Just a few steps down the stairs away, yet Minji was still here. You only presumed that within your hour break, her father could’ve made it already. But maybe he’s stuck in traffic or at work.

“Minji, my class starts soon. Have you contacted your father?”

“I already texted him earlier, but he hasn’t responded. This happens often, he’s a busy man.” She bowed in front of you suddenly. “I’m sorry, Teacher (Y/N) for the hassle.”

“Oh no, please!” You shook your hands so she’d stop. Because this situation was relatively new, you were unsure of how to handle it. Or that was until you remembered what Ten texted you earlier. “Minji, the blinds of the main studio are going to be lifted so anyone from the outside can view us practicing. Would you like to watch until your dad gets here?”

With her insistent nodding, she situated herself in one of the seats in the front row. When you entered the main studio, your two close companions already carried a metal barre to the center and leaned towards it while observing you walking to them in your flat shoes.

“I see we have a bit of an audience here.” Ten glimpsed at the young girl, astonished by the many dancers prepping and chatting away with their cliques from the glass barrier.

“Her dad isn’t here yet, and you did say the blinds were up today. Might as well give her a show while she waits, you know.” You lifted your right leg to the top barre, stretching it with your arms.

“Hmmm, shouldn’t her dad be more cautious though? It’s getting late and it’s a Thursday. Doesn’t she have school or something?” Sicheng pointed out, discarding his muscle tee to straighten out his leotard.

“That’s not my business though. She’s just my student, and since she’s still here, I have to entertain her while she waits.”

Before your friends said anything back, the artistic director of the ballet company strutted her way to the center of the room. It’s a common rule here that once she entered, everyone must be silent to listen and race to any free spot in the numerous barres spread out if they haven’t.

“Alright, everyone. We’ll do the typical barre, then before doing across the floor exercises, I’ll be requesting those performing solos already in the recital to dance any variation tonight as another evaluation on who deserves to perform twice.” She eyed the pianist directly beside her. “Proceed first with two demi-pliés then one grand plié. Don’t forget to do the port de bras of each position.”

As the live piano music played, your focus was divided. Partly properly executing the exercise while your artistic director roamed each barre area, partly thinking about what variation to perform. This was a first for the company, and everyone was just stunned to hear the breaking news. It’d be nice to get an extra opportunity to showcase to people your potential.

30-40 minutes flew by quickly. As the guys carried the bars to the side to clear out the floor and the girls changed to their pointe shoes, the artistic director ordered all the performers of the recitals to stand in a line in front of her. Everyone else was seated around the room, so the interested eyes of everyone were on you. There were 10 performers, half are from the corps and the other half are either demi-soloists or soloists. You and Sicheng stood beside each other, internally shaking with nerves under the intimidating eyes of the artistic director. She used to be a principal dancer for the Stuttgart Ballet in Germany before moving back to Seoul, making her undeniably capable of leading all of you.

“Okay,” From her seated position observing the 10 performers, her finger pointed at you directly. “Ms. (Y/L/N) (Y/N), you perform first.”

Your nerves intensified and more sweat streamed out your upper body. Even if going first felt more relieving, no one was ever brave enough to perform individually in front of the esteemed artistic director. Principal dancers aside from Ten that you’re close with were intimidated when they have 1-on-1 or partnering sessions with her. But anyhow, in less than 2 minutes, you’d be done. This wasn’t the first time she’s had your full attention either, so you’ll treat it like the other individual performances you’ve had.

You smiled to yourself when the other soloists left you alone, while you gave the name of the variation you’re dancing to the pianist. Running to the side to put on a practice tutu, the artistic director asked, “What will you be dancing for us tonight, (Y/N)?”

“I’ll be dancing Queen of the Dryads from Don Quixote.”

The last time you did this variation was 3 years ago during the recital that didn’t change your position as a soloist. Even if this variation hurt to think about for a while, it was still one of your favorites to watch and do. Moving on, you could only muse how powerful and beautiful you felt at that time. This isn’t an easy piece to perform in your opinion. Yet according to the members of the company, this was their favorite solo of yours.

As the starting notes unfolded, you took a deep breath and elegantly walked into the frame. You only wished you wore your fake crown again for this. Minimal smiling and light arms, you imagined yourself as an actual queen who captured the eyes of many. In this case, your fellow seniors and juniors held their breaths at the captivating sight of you.

Off you go into a series of glissade jeté developpé on relevé at elevating heights, then a fouetté arabesque and another arabesque on relevé before ballet walking again to the side to dance across the stage. Sissonne to the front, right developpé to the front on relevé, pique to prepare for a single pirouette, you gracefully did a chassé to the front twice and stood on your toes with a sus-sous.

Doing it a few more times, the climax of the entire variation was nearing. Returning to the center, you took another deep breath and lifted your left leg for the Italian fouettés. Spotting to the front and back while maintaining your balance, the variation approached its end with lame duck turns, posing with your arms were positioned at a 45-degree angle, your back slightly arched and your left leg doing a tendu derriére. Your eyes reflected at the mirror in front, surveying your alignment. Once your 5-second hold was finished, you properly put your arms down and closed your back leg into 5th position.

The applause from everyone in the room roared, Ten and Sicheng wolf-whistling even for more support. It’s a usual thing every time any of you perform individually, and no one minded it. The artistic director grinned, giving a quiet clap from the front before calling out the next performer, who was from the corps. Bowing to everyone hastily, you paid more attention to spot your student by the window. She was smiling ear to ear, waving both hands at you.

“You did amazing, Teacher!” She mouthed. Hearing words of praise from members was one thing, but hearing them from students was another. You’re so used to watching them and giving them your compliments that you often forget that you’re a dancer first before a teacher. Seeing them all delighted, saying that it motivates them more, showed that you’re doing a great job teaching them. You’re a reflection of what you pass down, and all you want was for them to be the best they could be.

From her jolly expression, a tall masculine silhouette hovered a part of the window. Her instinct of giving a brighter smile when the hand of said silhouette patted her head then carried her duffel bag again, that could only mean one thing. Excusing yourself to the artistic director, you stepped out to bid your goodbye and maybe meet her father. Minji and the tall man were about to leave the building if it weren’t for your breathy voice calling them out.

“Seo Minji and Mr. Seo?”

They stopped their tracks. Minji was fast to react, familiar with your voice and racing towards you for a sweaty hug. Meanwhile, your focus shifted once the masculine silhouette came into full view. You finally understood why Minji’s growth spurt spiked up, noticing that he was taller than Sicheng.

The top buttons of his shirt were off, yet he kept his formal blazer on. His hair was a bit tousled, some strands falling in front of his forehead. He must’ve run here. Peeking through were some roots of his scruff growing. His eyebags were almost as dark as his brown hair. Yet by the way his Rolex remained spotless, you blatantly assumed that he was more than well-off. Especially when the ballet academy was one of the most prestigious ones in Seoul.

Out of all the parents you’ve met, none of them appeared youthful like him.

“Teacher (Y/N)?” Thanks to Minji, you moved your staring eyes away from him. This was another first, since meeting only the fathers of your students wasn’t your norm. Meeting young-looking fathers, to be specific.

“O-Oh,” You ate your words, suddenly blanking out. “You’re leaving me without saying goodbye, Minji? Not polite of you.”

“My father was rushing right after watching your performance, and I don’t know why.” She responded, her finger scratching the top of her head in confusion. Speaking of said father, his strong presence appeared right in front of you. The wrinkles of his forehead creased while his eyes barely looked at yours.

“Uhm,” His fingers toyed with his Rolex. “I apologize for my tardiness. I got caught up in work and all, plus her nanny le-”

“Mr. Seo.” You halted his rambling, already aware of the situation. Like father, like daughter. “It’s fine. Minji loved watching us practice while waiting, and she wasn’t a bother either. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Phew.” He swiped an imaginative bead of sweat from his forehead, displaying his relief with his playful nature.

At age 23, Johnny Seo started his own company in the fashion scene and it grew internationally in the coming years. Then when Minji unexpectedly joined the picture, he’s been multi-tasking to make ends meet. Lately, as a CEO, he has had meetings and conferences on a daily. So, his position as a single father was always tested. It worsened when he rarely has proper time to spend any time with Minji unless it’s the weekend or late in the evening. Breaking it down, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to meet you. It was more like he couldn’t when his schedules were packed from head to toe.

Having the guilt of taking your precious time, “Seriously though, I am sorry for being late. Her nanny resigned suddenly, and I have no time to find her replacement.”

“Mr. Seo, again, don’t worry about it. As her teacher and a company member, I am practically here 24/7 so it won’t be a nuisance at all if this happens again.”

“Thank you so much, Teacher (Y/N). That is your name, right?” He planted his palm on his forehead, stressed. “Being a single parent is hard. I am always forgetting things.”

A part of you couldn’t restrain from feeling sorry for his struggle. Taking care of a child should be the work of both the mother and father, not one of them being absent. You’ve feared this would harm Minji, but she’s a strong girl.

“The fact you didn’t forget to fetch Minji despite the late time is still something to be happy over. I’m not a parent or anything, but parenting, in general, is a challenge.” You added an insight, patting the head of the young girl beside you. “Cut yourself some slack, Mr. Seo. I’m sure Minji still loves you, right?”

Minji shouted a big yes, now clinging to the leg of her father. “It’s okay, dad. Really.”

Over the years, Johnny has been doubtful of his parenting skills. He was an only child, and he struggled to ask for guidance from his own parents due to the shame of having a kid at a young age. So, he’d ask for help from his other friends and co-workers. No matter how many times they’ve reassured him that he’s doing well, he’s an overthinker who always reflected on the bad scenarios. There’s also that pressure to find someone who can fill that absent position not just for Minji, but for himself too. No matter how many girls he’s asked out or been set up with, he failed in the love department badly.

It’s the soothing way you voiced out your truth that made all these negative thoughts running through his head freeze briefly. Over the past 3 years since Minji started ballet, she always had a great story about you to share. One of them was how ballet made her a lot happier because of your influence. If he had at least an hour of his day to meet any of his daughter’s mentors, it would’ve been you.

“Do feel free to call me Johnny instead.” He casually introduced himself, taking his hand out for you to shake. “Mr. Seo makes me feel like I’m at work right now.”

Despite his informal approach, you understood his intentions and returned the action with a promising smile. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Johnny.”

“Pleasure is all mine, Teacher (Y/N).”

Earlier, the nerves from performing in front of the artistic director died down fast. But for some reason, they rose back up when you’ve spoken to this man in a matter of minutes. As someone whose feelings don’t flourish in a single glance, why did this man specifically deliver you such a strong effect?

If it weren’t for Ten calling for your name by the door, you would’ve held on to Johnny’s hand longer, which would’ve been inappropriate. Letting go first, this was your cue to return to your class.

“I must head back inside, Johnny. Don’t sweat on fetching your daughter late, though she is still a student with school the following day. Right, Minji?”

Minji nodded as Johnny kept that mind, knowing where he has to improve next. “Yes, Teacher (Y/N). Thank you again, sincerely. I’ll definitely see you again in the coming days until Minji has a new nanny.”

“That’s no problem with me at all, Johnny.”

Soon as Johnny held his daughter’s hand to exit the studio and you were re-entering the studio with an impatient Ten, he swerved swiftly as if he forgot something.

“Oh by the way Teacher (Y/N), I saw your whole performance awhile ago. I was blown away, you deserved the applause.”

Although you could only distinguish his silhouette, you didn’t suppose he watched you from head to toe. Most parents or nannies would’ve dragged their kids out of the studio once they find them like they were on a tight schedule, so this was novel to experience. That performance showed your prime too.

“Thank you, Johnny. See you again soon.”

Giving a final nod, you led yourself back to the studio, not bothering to acknowledge the erupting heat on your cheeks and entire body. Not to sound narcissistic, but compliments weren’t foreign to you. You’re conscious of the hard work that you put in your talent and if they pointed out your greatness, why would you deny it? However, receiving one from Johnny was like gearing your engine with new fuel.

Before you could try to reject these harboring feelings, Ten was fast to pick up on it. You cannot hide anything from this man at all because body language was like another language he’s fluent in (aside from the other 5). Unlucky for you, the saga continued.

“You’re so into dilfs, (Y/N)!” He shrieked in your ear, nudging your shoulder repetitively. He placed things in his own way, yet they always shocked you because it was so inappropriate. Typical Ten for you.

“Shut up, Ten!” You objected, watching the other performers. You’ve improved in ignoring his remarks over time. That was until Sicheng sat down beside you after his solo and got up in your business. That placed you in the middle of boys from the water sign clan of astrology. They just loved getting down to your love life, going raunchy and whatnot.

“Who’s into dilfs, Ten?”

“A Miss (Y/N) beside you, who met Minji’s dad awhile ago, was basically eye-fucking him.” Ten elaborated, planting his elbows on your leg and gave you a sneaky glare. “Minji’s dad is fine as fuck, guys! I’m telling you, like a literal god! I’m surprised this is the first time he showed up here after 2-3 years?”

“How come (Y/N) is always getting students with good-looking parents? Especially the single moms.” Sicheng slumped his shoulders, attempting to get your attention too. “Is he that hot, (Y/N)?”

“Yah.” Sighing with annoyance, you’ve given up trying to appreciate one of the corps dancers with her rendition of Dulcinea from Don Quixote. “Don’t speak of Johnny like that. You barely know the man, yet you talk about him so unprofessionally."

“Oh, Johnny is his name, huh?” Sicheng sing-songed, bobbing his head. He’s certainly going to stalk him later on social media, you felt it in your chest. Like it was ESPN or something.

“Talking about being unprofessional, yet you’re here referring him as Johnny, not Mr. Seo.” Ten barked back, his lips pursed and one eyebrow lifted.

Just as soon as you could retaliate, the artistic director’s velvety voice boomed the room.

“Alright, thank you to the performers. I will deliberate with the staff and principal dancers over the weekend, and let you know the results on Monday. Now please, let’s proceed to the center.”

Everyone began to spread out on the wide floor, snatching a good position so they could monitor themselves in the mirror. Maybe you’ll defend yourself later after class because now, you needed to beat everyone else and have a crystal-clear view of yourself doing these following exercises.

In the meantime, Johnny was in the middle of driving Minji home. He had a designated chauffeur, but he gave him the night off because he wanted to spend time with Minji. Around this time, she’d be sleeping soundly, but instead, she’s boosting with so much life. She hasn’t even eaten dinner yet, which was the first thing on Johnny’s agenda now.

Playing Coldplay in the car, Minji belted some lyrics from her favorite songs while Johnny smiled to himself while listening to her attentively. Taking a breath, her thoughts reverted to her fantastic ballet teacher and shared them with her father.

“Dad! Don’t you just think Teacher (Y/N) is so cool? Ugh, I want to be just like her when I grow up.”

“Oh, to become a ballerina like her, you have to work hard every day and memorize lessons fast. Are you up for it, Minji?”

“Absolutely, dad! I want to pull off perfect jumps and turns like her one day!”

In the other after-school activities Johnny enrolled Minji in the past, none of them compared to the passion she had for ballet. Her work ethic was alike to Johnny’s: if they want something, they’ll do whatever it takes to make it possible.

Aside from being a star student in her school, she’s aiming to be a star ballerina. Being the supportive father he is, Johnny was on board to do what it takes to make it happen. Unlike his parents trying to mold him into the next heir of their company, he’s all ears to the dreams of his daughter. His only dream for her was to be live long and happy, not to merely pass on anything.

Johnny lost so much in his young life, so he doesn’t want to lose Minji in any way. As much as he loves his profession, he wanted to be an active father as much as time allowed it. He mostly received complaints from others that he’s not prioritizing his time well, but after hearing your kind words, this heavy weight on his shoulders decreased. All this doubt started to vanish after meeting you for the first time.

“Dad! Isn’t Teacher (Y/N) so beautiful?” Minji honored whilst gazing at the twinkling night sky. “She loves what she does and shines at it.”

Johnny was accustomed to his female co-workers throwing themselves at him due to his attractiveness, more than flattered even to have them feeling weak for him. Yes, there were times he used it to his advantage, some he frankly turned down.

However, the radiance you carried whether you’re dancing or not was something Johnny couldn’t cease wondering about. Unknown to him, he’s the one getting weak. Behold, an unlocked first for the confident CEO.

“Yes, Minji. I do think Teacher (Y/N) is absolutely beautiful.”

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juju-on-dat-beat · 2 years

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A/N: Reader is gender neutral and around 14 years of age. Sniper is a bit older in this,,, Like he looks to be

There might be some misspelled words, sorry bout that. Its really late over here. This is Platonic. Requests are still open.

Requested by someone on wattpad! I am practicing how to write fics

Also bad words.

••••

It was a cloudy day outside. There was a small reddish house that was somewhere in the lands of Australia.

Two old folks were taking care of a certain (H/L) (H/C) child.

Y/N. That was their name. Y/N was asleep on a comfy bed in the house.

Though, this day was a very special day for the child! It was their birthday! How lovely.

Y/N opened their eyes to the sound of birds chirping. There, they realized it was their special 14th birthday!

Y/N jumped off the bed and immediately ran downstairs.

"Gramma? Gramma! Its my birthday today" Y/N chirped with excitement.

"Oh, yes! Yes it is!" Ms. Mundy said with delight as she placed down a potted plant and walked to her grandkid.

Ms. Mundy quickly hugged the child as she smiled.

Y/N smiled with enthusiasm and even more excitement.

"Gramma, Im gonna turn 14 today! Im so excited! Dad's gonna teach me how to use a bow and arrow!" Y/N said as they turned their head to their dad's bow and arrow.

"Heh, my child, just do not use it for the bad. Use it for the good, hm?" Ms. Mundy asked the excited child.

Y/N responded with a nod, recieving a head pat from Ms. Mundy.

"Now, I will go bake a cake for the birthday boy/girl!" Ms. Mundy said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Y/N then ran off to find their grandfather this time. The child ran outside looking for him.

"Gramps? Grampy?" Y/N called. Y/N decided to search the fields.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, Mr. Mundy scared them.

"Boo!" He boomed.

Y/N couldnt help but yelp and giggle after.

"Grampy! You scared me! Its my 14th birthday! You cant do that to me." Y/N giggled.

"Hehe! I know bithday kid." Mr. Mundy said as he gave his grandkid a headpat, until Y/N hugged him,, but Y/N smile turned into a frown.

"Do you think dad's gonna make it?" Y/N asked sadly. "Like, my last birthday. Gramps, I know he is always busy and that he does love me, but sometimes I want him to stay here."

Now it was Mr. Mundy's turn to frown.

"Yes, I know. Your father has- ... A stressful job sweetie. Though I believe he wouldnt miss this for the world." Mr. Mundy assured the sad little child.

Y/N smiled at his reassurance.

"Lets go decorate! I want this birthday to be the most special!" Y/N cheered as they grabbed their grandfather's hand and dragged him towards the red house.

••••

(Short timeskip)

The living room was decorated for Y/N's birthday. Y/N didnt really like having friends over, its harder and longer to clean up.

It was 6:30 PM. Just right after dinner.

The saddest news was that Y/N's father has not come home yet. Though, Y/N waited.

They didnt even wanna blow out the candles. They wanted to wait.

"Y/N, just blow the candles. Its your 14th birthday!" Y/N's Grandfather said, holding his slight annoyed look.

"No! Dad isnt home yet and I refuse to let him miss out anymore!" Y/N argued, pouting and crossing their arms.

"He wont miss anything! Look, I'll take a picture! Your father would still be delighted." Ms. Mundy said softly as she held a camera in her hands.

"Still no, gramma. I want him to physically be here!" Y/N said as they held their breath so they wouldnt accidentally blow the candles.

Ms. Mundy and Mr. Mundy looked at each other, defeated. Y/N was very stubborn, though they loved their father not to miss their birthday.

Soon, both Ms. Mundy and Mr. Mundy cleaned the table up but left the cake on the table for Y/N to still have a chance to make a wish or not.

7:00 PM

The clock read. Y/N became a little bit bored and folded their hands on the table. Y/N sighed and waited as time went by.

7:30 PM

No sign. Ms. Mundy decided to wait with little Y/N and Y/N offered a slice but never wanted to blow the candle's fire.

8:30 PM

Still no sign. Y/N was pacing around the room and Mr. Mundy tried to calm them down but failed.

9:30 PM

No... Sign..

By this time, Y/N offered their grandparents to sleep already and that they could take care of themselves.

10:30 PM

There was still no sign. Y/N was getting sleepy but laid on the couch and decided to watch some toons as they waited.

11:00 PM

Y/N almost fell asleep but was awaken by a loud noise from the outside. They got up excited but just saw a car run by, apparently the car just honked. Bored, they went back to watching toons as the cake was still on the table. Candle was close to being burnt out.

11:58 PM

Y/N stared at their cake, the fire now barely alive. Just a little sparkle left.

Y/N sighed.

"He's not coming" Y/N muttered sadly as they blew out the candle.

"Happy Birthday" Y/N whispered to themself as they took a slice.

••••

After a bit, Y/N washed their plate and brushed their teeth. They were about to go upstairs and sleep.

The front doorknob fumbled to which Y/N stopped with surprise.

It revealed a man with a hat and orange glass. He also wore a brown vest on top of his red shirt. A sniper rifle on his back.

"Y/N?" He said.

"Oh! Dad! Hi.." Y/N smiled. Glad that their father was finally here but sad he missed everything else.

"Im so sorry, kiddo. Work's stressful and moi boss wanted me an' moi co-workers to do some extra jobs." Mundy explained as he quickly went to his child and hugged them.

"Im so so sorry" He said sadly while he patted their child's back.

"I-Its okay, Dad. Really. I know that its stressful. I saved you a slice" Y/N said as they hugged their father back.

"Thank ya, kiddo. Ill teach ya how tah shoot a bow and arrow, jus as I promised." Mundy grinned.

Y/N smiled at their father.

Mundy was just late, how could things get worse?

••••

(Few months later)

Mr. Mundy and Ms. Mundy had passed away recently, leaving Mundy and Y/N alone in the red house.

Y/N was miserable. Crying from the death of their grandparents. But Y/N always remembered that they are now in a better place.

Mundy comforted his kid, all the time. Now especially that he had a very long break from his job. Though he was not the same anymore after finding out that he was adopted and his real parents may not have wanted him.

Sniper sighed in frustration and sadness as he placed his head on his hands holding the adoption papers and multiple newspapers. He was trying to find out where he came from and who his birth parents are.

Y/N, his kid, walked down th stairs and looked at their father sadly.

"Dad?" Y/N started "Are.. You alright?" They finished.

"Oh uh, Y/N. Yeah. Ah am. Jus' tryin to fiond something out, Kiddo." Sniper replied.

Y/N showed a frown, knowing that he was lying but never said anything.

"Can we.. Visit Mom's grave?" Y/N muttered and fumbled with their fingers nervously.

Sniper was soon broken from his thoughts and frowned.

Sniper sighed. "You go on ahead, Kiddo. Im quite busy"

Y/N tried to keep the tears in now.

'You always are' Y/N said but never over her breath.

Y/N got out of the house. They walked and walked towards a part of the field with gravestones, one of them had a name; M/N (Mother's Name) engraved on it.

They sat alone. No words spoken.

••••

(6 Months later)

Y/N barely talked anymore. They mostly tried to keep their Dad better.

Y/N never said much to their father anymore but never backed away from a hug. If Sniper even gave that often.

The child also realized how fucked up their relationship was with their dad. It wasnt like volcanic bad but it was still quite bad.

But something would happen today which will make Y/N perk up... In fear, confusion and even a little traumatic for the poor child.

Right now Y/N was laying on their bed, staring at the ceiling fan. That was when their dad, Mundy/Sniper (but you knew that..) opened their door.

"Dad has some guests so stay silent. Okay?" Sniper said softly.

Y/N had their head up and nodded.

Sniper closed the door again and Y/N stared at the ceiling fan.

"Visitors? We never had any before.." Y/N muttered to themself.

Y/N got up from their bed and opened the door.

They peaked out from just the small corner from the staircase, the darkness covering Y/N.

There they saw two people walk inside and Y/N placed hands on their mouth so they wouldnt breath too loudly.

The two were talking about Y/N's father. One of them complaining that Sniper isnt here and that they should leave.

Y/N never knew why they called their father 'Sniper' isnt that just a gun?

What caught Y/N's attention again was that their father jumped one of them and injected something in the victim's neck.

Y/N couldnt do anything. The poor child was scared and struggled to breath. Though they kept their hands on their mouth still.

After a bit Y/N looked back down to see both victims tied to a chair. A woman and a man.

From downstairs, Sniper huffed and wiped his sweat. He then went for the stairs which alerted Y/N and quickly but silently retreat to their room again.

Y/N quickly laid on their bed, heart thumping in their ears.

Sniper then opened the door.

"Hey, Kiddo? Jus' stay quiet for dad for a lil' whoile longah, kay?" He murmured and closed the door again, suspecting nothing.

Y/N then panted from fear and confusion.

Poor Y/N was so confused of what just happened. They processed and processed but never got anywhere far.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, Y/N believed it was safe to look downstairs again.

Y/N repeated what they did before and peaked downstairs with thei hands covering their mouth.

At the moment, the woman was awake and kept spitting at the other victim to which he woke up with anger.

"Bloodeh hell, Girl! Are you spittin on meh!?" The male victim said angrily.

"YES! Ive been waking you up for ten minutes!" The girl replied.

"YOUVE BEEN SPITTIN AT MEH FOR 10 MINUTES!?" He yelled.

"Demo" The girl started.

'Demo?' Y/N thought.

"Im tied up and Im worried and Im very thirsty." The girl complained.

The small conversation went on for a bit. Then 'Demo' tried to figure out an escape plan. Not until Sniper inserted another injection in 'Demo' again.

Y/N, shaken with fear, was too scared to continue and immediately went to their room.

"Dad's crazy, Mum." Y/N said, praying to their mom and started packing. Thinking that they wouldnt last long.

Y/N was now planning to run away, thinking it wasnt safe any longer here.

It took a bit for the bag to be filled. When it was finished, Y/N wiped their sweat.

Though they were not finished in time for they heared footsteps coming up the stairs.

In panic; Y/N threw the bag out their window and was about to go too. Not until the door opened.

"Y/N!" Y/N's dad, Mundy/Sniper said. "Were gonna go- what're ya doin?" He paused.

Y/N then improvised, badly.

"Eheh.. Heyyyy.... Dad. Just... Getting some air, you know me" Y/N said pretending like they werent just about to leave.

"Oh uh, okay." Sniper shrugged. "Anyway, were gonna see my birthparents! Or... Your... Real... Grandparents.." He said trailing off in the end.

"What about the.. 'guests'?" Y/N asked suspiciously.

"Oh! They are takin us there!" Sniper said excitedly.

Y/N had their mouth shut now.

"Eheh... So uh. Funny story-" They tried to explain.

"No toime, Kiddo! Lessgo!" He said and carried Y/N down rhe stairs.

Y/N sat in silence, confused.

••••

(Timeskip)

Y/N POV

There we were. In this 'place'... Meeting my real grandparents for the first time. Some of them were concerned that my dad 'actually had a kid'. Weird.

Dad was more excited than me, I bet. This is probably the longest conversation Ive had with him for months. Im still willing to talk to him.

After he finishes explaining why the heck did he inject something into a man.

Now we have met my real grandparents.

I.. I dont think they are very thrilled to see me. They are.. Very ignorant and bland..

They were talking about Australium? Whats that? Nuclear source? Wha?

I was very confused at the moment so I fecided to look around and touch some things.

I found this ... Thing.. That had levers, buttons and a ton more.

"Woah.." I mutter in awe

Just as I was about to touch a button, a ruler slapped my hand.

I yelp in pain and hold my hand, trying to sooth the pain. I turned tp the person who slapped my hand with tears pricking my eyes.

"Dont. Touch." My real grandmother said.

"Im dealing with a child much of a husband. I dont need another." She scoffed and took another sip from her red drink.

I sucked on my lip trying to stop myself from crying.

Mean while what I didnt know was that my dad's having much worse.

My real grandmother then went back to whatever they were talking about and decided to not touch anything but wander around instead.

Still holding my hand and walking. Out of no where I heard someone yell and the ground rumbling.

I looked back to see a golden rocket ship fly out with my grandmother inside it.

People were visibly ashamed, confused and disappointed. One of them was that girl victim earlier, she was upset that the 'Administrator' was gonna kill her.

What was worse was that water started flowing in.

"Mom!" My father yelled.

I looked at him in shock. Dad then looked at me and immediately picked me up.

"You okay, kiddo?" He asked me with worry on his face.

I nodded at him, lying about my hand. I then hugged him, scared of whats happening.

I blocked out every noise and closed my eyes hoping that everything will be okay the next.

Dad put me down now and I held his arm.

"Wait, Wheres my dad?" He asked. He held my hand this time.

"He must be back at the lab, Sniper dont. If you go back you'll die!" The girl warned.

I look at dad with shock. I tugged his shirt.

"Dont go!" I pleaded.

"Its okay sweetie" He answered and looked back at the girl again.

"It dont matter. He's my dad" He replied to her.

"NO!" I yell and hold onto his arm tighter than ever.

He hushed me and looked at me, pain in the eyes behind his glasses.

"If Im not back in-" He tried to tell me and the others.

Someone cut him off telling Dad that grandpa was on the submarine. Now, IN the submarine.

I look up at the submarine which we came in and saw gramps in there. I had hope until he drove away.

My face fell. I was very dissapointed right now. I had so many other fellings, I just couldnt process them all at once.

"Dad.. I-I wanna cr-" I tried telling him that I wanted to cry and that I was confused until I was cut off by him.

"Wait, Its opening again!" He yelled.

I let go of his arm and looked at the door. The girl looked at me with sorrow and sorry in her eyes. She then allowed me to hug her hand which I accepted.

"He came back!" My father yelled. "He came back!" Dad repeated.

I smiled a little. Maybe they werent so bad? I looked at dad. He was so happy.

Dad then muttered something which I couldnt hear.

I looked back at the entrance and saw that it wasnt our ship.

The next thing I knew, Dad was shot two times.

••••

I heared ringing in my ears. Thats all I heard. I didnt know what I did. All I know was that I had my open and I pushed the lady away and was running towards my dad.

I couldnt control anything at this moment.

I felt true pain. Water came out my eyes, tears.

Sound then came back.

I was yelling and crying as I grabbed my dad's unconscious body and shook him.

"D-Dad? DAD! DAD!" I continued to yell.

People were talking. I couldnt hear them. All I heard was my sobs and cries. The water around my dad turned into blood.

Then 'Demo' picked my dad up and puting me behind him. I held my father's hand just incase but I was still in pain.

Demo looked at me with sorrow.

"Im so sorry lass." He said softly and quickly.

I looked at him with tears falling down my face and my hair all over my face. I held my dad's hand harder now.

"Dont die" I mutter softly.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: 3045 Words. Oorah

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midnightsunnyday · 3 years

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Holiday dinner with the family (Black MC)

Summary: MC invites the brothers to meet their family for holiday dinner. As the day progresses, shenanigans ensue.

A/N: wrote this back during the holidays and is heavily influenced off my own familial experiences, yet exaggerated for fictional purposes. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: some curse language, mentions to sexual situations.

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1:00 PM

Lucifer: alright, we're here. For the record, I think this is a horrible idea.

Belphegor: you've already stated the record 30 times before getting here.

Lucifer: and just like the 90 times before getting here, let's go over the rules again, shall we?

*everyone groans*

Lucifer: say them.

Everyone except MC: no using our powers, no mentioning we're demons, no mentioning we attend RAD, no mentioning we're the literal envoys of the seven biblical sins, no mentioning our actual ages, no mentioning our real names, no mentioning the Devildom, no stealing, no maiming, no sodomy, no hypnotism, no blasphemy, no betting souls, and no eating MCs family.

Lucifer: good.

Asmodeus: I'm so excited! I can't wait to show your family how wonderful I am.

MC: just make sure that's the only thing you show them.

Asmodeus: I promise I'll be a good demon. Well, as good as a demon can be.

Satan: again, I get why we had to change our names, but do they have to be so ridiculous?

Beelzebub: I like my fake human name. It’s cool.

Satan: well, I don’t. Mine makes me sound like an old man.

Mammon: um, guys? Levi's having a panic attack.

Leviathan: *hyperventilates into a sandwich bag*

Beelzebub: Levi, I know you're nervous, but you're breathing on my sandwich.

Leviathan: I can't do this, OK? Just let me sit in the car.

MC: Levi, you'll be fine.

Leviathan: Levi will not be fine. I can see them from the window. Why does your family have so many people? No way they'll want to meet--

MC: --what did I tell you about the self-deprecation?

Leviathan: but I--

MC: --listen, remember that anime we watched together: I'm a Demon Who Fell in Love With a Human and Now I Have to Meet Their Family but Little Do They Know I Have Horrible Social Anxiety?

Satan: these titles...are oddly specific.

Leviathan: oh yeah. In the end the whole family went to Hell for the wedding and was super accepting.

MC: the point is they were nervous too, but they worked through it together just like we all are. And do you know why?

Leviathan: why?

MC: because I love you, Levi, to hell and back.

Leviathan: *blushes* Alright, I'll do it. If it's for you, I'll fight all the forces of Heaven themselves!

MC: it's dinner Levi, not Armageddon, but I love the confidence.

Lucifer: good then. Now, let's get this over with. Diavolo help us all.

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1:15 PM

MC: which one of you gave my parents a $2000 bottle of wine?

Mammon: $2000? I thought we agreed to give them gifts under $50?

Belphegor: that's right. Who’s the show off?

Lucifer: isn't it obvious? And please, they need to know that I'm the provider in this relationship.

Mammon: and what does that make the rest of us?

Lucifer: a pain in my ass.

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1:35 PM

MC: great. Now my mom won't stop bragging about "my baby's boyfriend."

Asmodeus: which one?

MC: very funny. And I'm talking about “Mr. Tall, Dark, and Bougie” himself. Though I don't recall mentioning you were my partner, Lucifer.

Lucifer: why mention the obvious, love?

Mammon: don't make me gag.

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2:25 PM

Satan: I don’t think your uncle cares for me much.

MC: why is that?

Satan: well, for one, he keeps referring to me as “white boy.”

MC: oh, no.

Satan: I know, right? Tell me, do I really look that pale? Granted the *whispers* Devildom doesn’t have much sun, but still. Do you think a tan would be beneficial?

MC: Satan?

Satan: yes?

MC: I love you.

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3:40 PM

Lucifer: one of the smaller humans asked me if they could "hold a 20."

MC: yes, I saw. In which you gave them twenty $100 bills.

Lucifer: yes, to hold. Is that not correct?

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3:53 PM

Mammon: MC why won't you let me near the spades table? I could be making a killing right now!

MC: because lives are at stake.

Mammon: wow that hurts, MC. Do you really think I'd hurt your family?

MC: no, I think my family would hurt you.

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4:13 PM

Leviathan: MC. MC. EMERGENCY. All your cousins kept asking if I had games on my phone, and I was like, "Duh, of course I do." Now they've taken my phone and won't give it back!

MC: *rises from their chair and walks off*

*the sound of screaming children is heard in the distance*

MC: there you go.

Leviathan: thanks, M…ew, why is it so sticky?

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5:05 PM

Asmodeus: now I know I said I’d be a “good demon,” but your aunt --

MC: --is married.

Asmodeus: oooh, so she’s a two for one deal, then?

MC: go sit in the car.

Asmodeus: but--

MC: IN THE CAR.

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5:48 PM

Satan: MC, I don't appreciate your family insulting my intelligence.

MC: what are you talking about?

Satan: every time a song comes on, they keep asking, "what I know about it?" It's infuriating.

MC: we really need to have a talk about colloquialisms.

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6:07 PM

Leviathan: I think Beel just killed MC’s dad.

Lucifer: WHAT?

MC: my dad isn’t dead, Levi, just winded.

Beelzebub: we were playing football.

Lucifer: out of all the games to play and you choose football?

Beelzebub: I said no, but they really wanted me on their team and well…I was having so much fun, that I forgot my own strength and threw the ball a bit too hard. I’m so sorry, MC.

MC: *pats his head* it’s OK Beel. Though it was hard explaining why you were capable of sending a man flying several feet through the air. On the plus side, no one wants to challenge you to anymore games.

Beelzebub: that’s...probably for the best.

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7:00 PM

MC: Belphie where did you go? I haven’t seen you for several hours. *sniffs his clothes* and why do you smell like that?

Belphegor: your house was way too noisy, so me and your cousins...went for a walk.

MC: for a walk, huh?

Belphegor: *shoves a handful of Doritos into his mouth* yep.

MC: …

Belphegor: …

MC: you’re high aren’t you?

Belphegor: I will neither confirm nor deny it.

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7:35 PM

Lucifer: are…are we praying?

MC: oh yeah, sorry. We always pray over the food before we eat. Don’t worry, it won’t take long

*three minutes pass*

Mammon: is it over yet?

Lucifer: *whispers* Beel, calm yourself.

Beelzebub: *shirt wet with drool* I’m trying!

*five minutes pass*

“And father god, we humbly ask that you protect everyone at this table from Satan and all his machinations, both physical and spiritual. May no evils prosper against them.”

Lucifer: yes, Lord.

Satan: *glares *

Lucifer: what? I was simply agreeing with said affirmation.

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7:42 PM

“In Jesus name we pray, Amen.”

Everyone: Amen.

Beelzebub: finally. We can eat.

Belphegor: an eight minute long prayer? Even Jesus would tune out.

Satan: they rebuked me so much during that I think I felt my skin burn a little.

MC: Beel, save some for everyone else, please.

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7:55 PM

“I see you have a lot of men around you these days, MC.”

MC: they’re my friends.

“Funny that you have all these friends, yet not one of them is your husband.”

MC: *sips drink* I’m sure you would know a lot about having no husbands, considering you’re going through your third divorce.

Mammon: *chokes on his food *

Asmodeus: I love this family.

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8:05 PM

“So what did you all say you do again?”

Lucifer: Student affairs

Mammon: Entrepreneur

Leviathan: Digital media

Satan: English Literature Professor

Asmodeus: Image consultant

Beelzebub: Personal trainer

Belphegor: Mortician

MC: …

Belphegor: *smiles*

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8:55 PM

Belphegor: wait, we’re praying again? But we’re leaving.

Lucifer: at this point we’re so blessed we could qualify for sainthood.

Mammon: hang in there, bro.

Satan: I think I feel a few blisters forming.

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11:35 PM

Lucifer: well, that could have gone worse.

MC: see? Everything worked out.

Lucifer: other than a few mishaps, this evening turned out to be quite pleasant.

Asmodeus: right? I had so much fun with your family, MC.

Beelzebub: I think soul food is my favorite kind of food.

Satan: do you think we made a good impression?

MC: I’ve gotten nothing but notifications since we left. Everyone wants to know when I plan to bring back… *sighs* “my rich boyfriend and his brothers.”

Mammon: I resent that first part.

Lucifer: the part where I’m rich or the part where I’m their boyfriend?

Mammon: BOTH.

MC: you guys know you’re all my family, right? So just know you’re in this for the long haul. No backing out.

Lucifer: *smiles* as if we ever planned to.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegore #obey me x black mc

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RIP Shawmila...

Happy (almost) 2022, everyone! 2021 will be remembered for many things, one of which is when Shawmila FINALLY broke up after 2.5 interminable years of forced pap walks, fish kisses, foot kisses, etc. I’ve had this post written for a while now, but decided to publish it on the last day of 2021 so we can all (hopefully) leave this dark time in our lives behind for good. Oh, and do not- I repeat, do NOT- read this if you’re a fan of Shawn. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

I. Introduction

As the sun went down on Wednesday, November 17th at 4:30 PM, I felt the yearly wave of seasonal depression creeping in. Naturally, I gave in to my masochistic, self-destructive tendencies and decided to play Scattered by Lauren Jauregui to feel these depressing emotions on a significantly more visceral level. However, this was a big mistake, as just a few hours later, I got some news that sent me into an even deeper downward spiral. I am, of course, referring to Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello’s breakup. I was devastated. How could they do this to me? Love isn’t real. I’ll never believe in anything ever again. To mourn the loss of my one true pairing, I made a list of my top ten favorite Shawmila moments in honor of the greatest love story that’s never been told.

II. Top Ten Cutest Shawmila Moments

10. the zombie walks

Aww, how cute that Shawn and Camila quarantined together at her house in Miami! But how dare the paparazzi invade their privacy?! The house is in a secure, gated neighborhood, but it’s not like the paps were allowed in because they were specifically called or anything. Anyway, I’m so glad they got to spend quality time together! Camila looked disgusted every time she was with him, but I’m sure all couples are sick of each other when first moving in together. I loved the way they looked on their romantic strolls, with their dead eyes, unwashed appearances, and suuuper slow paces. They’re so iconic that they even inspired Halloween costumes based on the look! Your faves could never.

9. the foot kiss

Shawn and Camila constantly splattering their PDA all over social media was the gift that kept on giving! In a super romantic Valentine’s Day post, Shawn shoved Camila’s toes in his mouth and captioned the picture, “I kiss your foot cuz I love you.” Totally not a cringe and embarrassing thing to do- nope, not one bit!

8. the fish kiss

Everyone was insisting that Shawmila was a PR stunt, but Shawn and Camila sure showed them up! By posting the video, their goal was to troll these people who clearly couldn’t see how deeply in love they were. Again, such a non-cringe, normal thing that normal couples do!!!

7. Camila constantly singing about Shawn’s “green” eyes

Okay, so I know his eyes are technically brown, but they look kind of green in certain lighting! I mean, none of her other boyfriends have had green eyes, and I refuse to acknowledge Camila introducing a certain someone by proudly declaring, “She has the most BEAUTIFUL emerald eyes in all the world!” These lyrics are about Shawn because I want them to be. So there.

6. ordering bananas in sushi restaurants

Aww, my sweet baby boy (going to call him that even though he’s literally a grown man) gets nervous sometimes! I mean, who wouldn’t “shake in stress and fear” when their girlfriend orders a banana at a sushi restaurant? But she helped him overcome his anxiety, and now he orders them too! Don’t you just love how they challenged each other to grow as people?

5. “it’s giving… it’s giving Cher”

Shawn was so supportive of Camila here, as always. Except when his fans targeted her with all the hate you can possibly think of, but they were a boy and a girl who looked good together and that’s all that mattered to me. I loved their Met Gala looks, but isn’t it strange how Shawn always goes with a girl to the Met Gala and then they break up not long after? Same for Camila going with her man on a trip abroad. Probably a coincidence, and not a prewritten clause of an established PR contract.

4. when Camila didn’t pick up the yogurt

How dare Camila leave yogurt on the counter in her OWN HOUSE??? Who does she think she is; Shawn’s the king! I totally understand why he felt the need to yell at her about it instead of just picking it up himself, since he has to show off his “masculinity” somehow, after all. We stan a guy who knows how to express his emotions in a perfectly healthy manner!

3. when they were so in love they couldn’t keep their narratives “straight”

Wasn’t it so cute how they could never agree on literally any aspect of their relationship? For example, Shawn said that he had the idea to do Señorita, but then Charli XCX said she was the one who wrote the song and gave it to Camila. Even though the song, with its deliberate placement right between My Oh My and Liar, fits perfectly into the storytelling of Romance, I know Camila definitely didn’t write it herself because she obviously can’t do anything without Shawn.

Also, Shawn previously said that he and Camila never talked to each other, but then admitted in his documentary, “You were the only one in Fifth Harmony who really talked to me!” I’m going to ignore the fact that there’s plenty of photo and video evidence of him hanging out with Ally and Lauren, because that ruins my perfect Shawmila fantasy.

And I love how these two could never agree on how they confessed their love for each other! Camila said that she liked him since they worked together on I Know What You Did Last Summer (2015), but they were just friends who had a mutual crush and didn’t act on it until Señorita (2019). However, in Should’ve Said It, she sings, “I knew it was you from the very first night, and it took you two years to make up your mind.” “The very first night” would be when they first met on Austin Mahone’s tour in 2014. Two years later would be 2016, not 2019. Even if she meant “the very first night” as in when they started writing IKWYDLS in 2015, that still only takes us up to 2017. Plus, she sings in Used To This, “seventeen when I started to fall,” but she was with Austin Mahone at the time (2014), and she didn’t write IKWYDLS until a year later at age 18. Ugh, she’s so adorably scatterbrained!

As for Shawn, he said they’d been secretly crushing for five years. But five years from 2015 would be 2020, not 2019. Even if he meant 2014, he had a girlfriend then, Lauren (not Jauregui), who he took to prom in 2015 and previously said he wrote songs for. But in the documentary, he said that every song he ever wrote was for Camila, even the ones that make no sense with the already-fucked narrative or timeline! Isn’t that just romantic, how their love story transcends any and all logical thinking?

If the story wasn’t already contradictory enough, Shawn also said he’d been “bugging [Camila] for a long time how I felt about her,” until “finally, she caved!” He was generous enough to impart his advice onto his young impressionable fanbase, when a fan asked, “Have you ever loved someone who doesn’t love you and what would you do?” Shawn wisely replied, “If I told you the whole story of Camila, it would take a long time. I would say that you have to fight for someone you really love. And if you really truly love them, you’ll get them.” If anyone else said that, I’d think they were absolutely psychotic and unhinged, but I’ll let it slide since my adorable clueless babies Shawn and Camila finally got together!!!

2. when they were the epitome of a healthy relationship

If I wasn’t clear enough already, Shawn and Camila were just couple GOALS!!! Don’t you love how they were all over each other for the cameras, but then ignored each other’s existence when they thought they were no longer being filmed? I mean, Shawn simply could not walk away from Camila fast enough. I also thought it was SO cute when Camila said that she had to get drunk to be comfortable filming Señorita, shared that being in love with Shawn was “exhausting,” and fondly looked back on their first meeting as, “that’s when the fucking saga began.” And remember how Shawn constantly harassed Camila to date him when she was in a long-term relationship with someone else? And when he wrote a song with the lyrics, “I get reckless, I’m obsessive, I’m pathetic and possessive?” Now THAT’S a man who knows what he wants. And most romantic of all, can we talk about the way Shawn never defended Camila when she was absolutely SLAMMED with torrents of abuse, body-shaming, and slut-shaming by his own fans, despite their public narrative surely allowing him to do so? If my man isn’t JUST like Shawn, I don’t want him.

And finally, my all-time favorite Shawmila moment is...

1. when their team tried and failed to turn them into the heterosexual version of Camren

Oh thank God, I can FINALLY drop the act for this one. As this fucking obnoxious PR stunt dragged on and on and on, it became increasingly clear that Shawmila’s team was essentially trying to turn Shawn into the male version of Lauren. With the release of Romance, I thought the team would just stick to the whole “Camila fell in love with her best friend” story, but unfortunately, that was only the beginning. Shawn also referred to Miami as “his home” when he’s literally from Ontario, Canada. No one was buying his B.S., not even his own fans. Lauren, however, is a true-blue born-and-raised Miami girl who, fun fact, just so happened to live 15 minutes from Camila before they even auditioned for The X Factor and got put into the girl group that would go on to achieve world domination.

And then there’s the whole thing where they tried to get Shawn to look like he was interested in Latin culture (the real definition, not Lauren’s). However, it came across as an obvious career move to use Camila, his Latin girlfriend, to crack the Latin music market, like when Shawn was featured on the remix of Kesí by Camilo this past July. In August, he released his song Summer of Flop Love that was produced by Taíny, who has previously worked with Lauren on Lento (2020) and Camila on Oh Na Na (2021). If I were Latina, I know I’d be thinking, “You guys can keep your boring mediocre white man, I don’t want him associating with my culture at all.”

But the most obvious Camren copy-paste happened in September of this year, when Camila and Shawn performed at Global Citizen Live in New York City. One of the songs they just so happened to sing was Yellow by Coldplay. To the general public, this doesn’t mean anything whatsoever. However, any former Harmonizer worth their salt, regardless of whether they read fanfiction or not, could tell you that the Yellow trilogy was one of the “Big 5” Camren fanfics which eventually got published as a real-life book series (with the characters’ names changed, of course). I strongly suspect that the girls have read it, Lauren because of her face when Ally said the word “yellow” in a completely unrelated context, and Camila because, well, she was never shy about openly sharing that she was an avid fanfic reader. Plus, Lauren, who constantly tells her fans that there is nothing she does without intention, just so happened to post an Instagram story of herself singing Yellow on March 3rd, 2020- Camila’s 23rd birthday.

My question to Shawmila’s team is, if you want to convince us that Camren was never real, why did you so blatantly model Shawn and Camila after Lauren and Camila? Well, the joke’s on you, because right now, more people than ever are open to the possibility that Camila isn’t straight. Plus, Shawn will never be as compassionate, funny, creative, talented, or attractive (looks and personality-wise) as Lauren. You tried your hardest to copy the real thing, but it honestly just came across like a four-year-old’s attempt at a Van Gogh. The only thing is, I’m sure even the four-year-old could do better.

III. Conclusion

If I were still 16 years old, I’d be arguing with Shawmila stans on Twitter, but instead I’ll end with this. How do you feel now, after six continuous years of calling Camren stans delusional conspiracy theorists? The general public didn’t buy Shawmila as a romantic relationship because of the oh-so-convenient timing, utterly nonsensical narratives, and all their sexual chemistry of soggy toast. Are you really going to argue that they hate Shawmila because they’re ALL CS, when a lot of people couldn’t even tell you who Lauren is? Going back to my original point, conspiracy theorists manipulate, cherry-pick, and downright ignore any facts and logic that goes against what they believe. By that definition, aren’t the real conspiracy theorists… you? This was true in 2015, and it’s true now: you hate us ‘cause you ain’t us.

#cue shawn stans coming at me in 3...2...1 #camila cabello #showmila the pr stunt #anti shawmila #lauren jauregui #camren #fifth harmony #long post

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Summary: No matter how many times they call, all they get is the answering machine.

Warnings: angst, cursing, fluff, dates might not be correct (deal with it)

Reader: Sister Winchester Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, John Winchester x Daughter!reader, slight Bobby Singer x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,481

A/n: Y/n/n = Your nickname Y/d/n = Your daughters name

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