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“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?”

~.Soft whispers in the dark.~

[Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader]

summary: Jeongin’s been busy and doesn’t want to talk to you, he tries to ignore you but you’re just so goddamn persistent and annoying

genre: angst with comfort ♡ ۵

warning: swearing (watch your profanity), mentioned drunk jeongin, mentions of abusive ex, reader flinching, suggestive

note: sorry if there are triggers here, please tell me if there are more to add in the warnings. the praying session is just you screaming jesus basically, also hardly used Y/n here

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The door to your apartment creaks open and you smile despite the sound of the old door. You turn around, abandoning the chicken you were frying on the pan to greet your boyfriend.

“You should get that fixed. It’s fucking annoying.” Jeongin scoffs, setting his bag down on the coffee table in the living room. He shrugs his shoes off, not bothering to put it where it belongs.

Your mood plummets, smile faltering. “Oh, alright I guess… I’ll have the food ready in a few minutes. Please prepare the plates.” You respond sadly, returning your attention to the chicken where you find that one is slightly burnt and for a moment you’re tempted to give that one to Jeongin.

You shake your head, what are you even thinking? He’s just tired.

Even though ten minutes have passed you don’t hear the clinking of plates being placed on the glass dining table.

“Baby? Are you preparing the-“ You get cut off by the tv turning on, then you hear the familiar voice of Sofia Vergara yelling at Stella.

You sigh, “Yeah babe, I’ll prepare it for you blah blah.”

~•~

A few days have passed since then and you still haven’t forgotten about it. That behavior becoming a daily for both of you.

You getting up early to make breakfast for both of you, leaving for work, coming home to the dishes you used for breakfast, a messy bed, and clothes scattered around the living room. You cleaning everything, making dinner and having to deal with your boyfriend who doesn’t want to talk to you, look at you, or be in the same room as you.

You feel him pulling away and it breaks your heart. He wasn’t always like this. No, he used to treat you to dinner, make fancy picnics, bring you to the beach. You used to have laugh filled conversations with your boyfriend, used to smile at his random flower deliveries to your work.

Now you can only reminisce. All those sweet moments lost in time like a speck of dust in the wind.

You frown, you’ll try to keep your relationship together and fix things tonight. You have to.

Tonight you make his favorite, even going as far as buying his favorite flowers in the flower shop near your complex to put in a vase so he can smell it while eating. You clean the whole apartment and spray his favorite cologne.

After you’re done you wait patiently, sitting on the couch while scrolling on your phone. You wait hours, which is weird as he usually gets home by 9. It’s way past 9, you’ve called at least 30 times and left a few text messages.

You’re worried, so worried you fall asleep on the couch with all the lights still on.

When you wake up it’s midnight, you see the door open silently and watch as he stumbles into the apartment with the help of two friends, who you know to be Felix and Seungmin.

“Sorry, Y/n noona.” Felix whispers, careful not to disturb your boyfriend. He sends an apologetic smile.

“Chan hyung was trying to get him home before 10 but he didn’t want to go, mumbling about how y-“ Seungmin explains before he gets cut off by Felix nudging him. Seungmin coughs, “Well goodnight noona, sorry for the sudden and late intrusion.”

As they say their goodbyes, after putting your boyfriend on his bed, Seungmin hands you Jeongin’s keys. “Thank you. Oh and take care while driving.” You bid farewell to the boys, shutting the door behind you.

“Well that’s great. I’ll have to reheat this in the morning, I love you too I.n.” You’re body goes on auto pilot as you put away food in containers and place it in the fridge.

You only come to when your hands hit the water, you’re washing the dishes and you don’t even know how you got there. You sigh, finishing up and going back to the couch. You won’t sleep in the same room as a drunk I.n, that’s just silly.

~•~

When morning finally comes you wake up to a shouting Jeongin, you find yourself sitting in the dining room and wonder what lead up to this moment.

“-my cologne was half full when I left yesterday, and when I come back it’s nearly empty?” He yells at you before turning around to leave for practice at the studio. “Are you having another man over who uses my things and just suddenly leaves?” His accusations hit you, slapping you wide awake despite him only murmuring the last part.

“What the actual fuck, Jeongin?” You mutter angrily, words fall on deaf ears though as he slams the door on his way out, the hinges starting to creak again.

The rest of the day you replay that argument, wondering if it’s really your fault. You did go overboard with spraying his cologne all over the apartment yesterday, but you would never cheat on him. That boy was is your first love.

You’re bothered the whole time at work, resulting in your manager, Na-yeon to dismiss you early. “Y/n, I hope you’re okay. I’m letting you go early, you need some rest.” She smiles at you and you return the gesture, although it’s not a very genuine one.

Back at your apartment you rest on your bed, the cushions feeling foreign since you’ve been sleeping on the couch since you and your boyfriend started fighting. When you plop your head down on the pillow you smell alcohol, you cringe, immediately putting new bed sheets and throwing the old ones in the washer.

The rest of the afternoon is spent waiting for your boyfriend to come home, you decide to just say sorry, maybe give him a little kiss, you haven’t touched him in what feels like years.

When the door creaks open you shoot up from the bed, exiting your shared room and immediately hugging him, “Baby, I’m sorry for using your cologne.” Your words are muffled, head on his chest.

“Don’t bother me,” he just shrugs you off and goes straight for his office.

You frown, knocking on the door before entering.

“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?” He says, not even looking at you.

You ignore what he said, going to kiss his head when he swivels around on his chair, the action making you stumble to the floor. “Darling-“

“Get the fuck out, Y/n! I don’t want to talk to you so get the fuck out of my face. I’m so tired, so sick of you annoying me with your presence. Get out, for fucks sake.” He shouts at you, your eyes meet and you can’t help but look away flinching.

You look a lot like my ex.

You retreat to your shared room, sobbing quietly when you get there.

You wonder why his eyes don’t hold love anymore, they only resemble those of your ex, he had the same look Jeongin had. The only difference was if your ex had that look, he was going to beat the shit out of you.

~•~

It’s dark outside when you wake to your alarm, you wonder why you even have a 4AM alarm. You shut it off, not bothering to look at the name.

It’s morning yet again, you find yourself (hating mornings) on the floor of your bedroom, and the events from last night come crashing back into your mind, spilling from your eyes. You sniffle.

You come out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible only to see the apartment empty, your boyfriend isn’t home. It’s a Sunday, where else could he be?

Before you can think about anything else the door opens again, you didn’t even notice the keys on the doorknob. He’s shocked to see you up already and he drops what he was holding to walk closer to you.

“I want to break up.” It slips from your mouth. You look away, not wanting to see the reaction on his face, afraid it’ll be one of relief and joy.

You hear him choke on his words, is he, crying…?

“Baby no, no, no. I’m sorry. I’m so- sorry it’s all my fault.” He stutters through sobs, you feel his arms wrap around your waist but you slap it away.

He falls to the ground. On his knees crying, he looks pretty. “I’m not repeating myself, Yang Jeongin.”

His eyes shift to your hands, he reaches for it but you avoid him. Your boyfriend ex shuffles closer to you, lifting his head to look at your face. He finds your cheeks red, eyes a bit puffy from crying, and your lips pursed.

“Please take me back. Please give me another chance I’ll be better.” He starts begging. “Not on our anniversary please.”

You’re stunned, anniversary? That’s not today… your eyes shift to the calendar to see a heart shape on the date. It is. So that’s why you had an alarm.

Your gaze fall on the things he was carrying earlier, but it’s no use as you can’t quite make it out in the dark.

“-sorry for all the the things I’ve said, I know I can’t take that back. But you aren’t annoying at all, you don’t bother me, I do love you. I’m sorry, sorry. Please, Y/n just, give me one last chance. Let me make things right.” You finally let him touch you and his eyes sparkle, you pull him up. Hugging him.

He hugs back quickly, afraid you’ll change your mind, his arms around your waist squeezing a bit hard but you find it comforting.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. For being such an asshole. I- I never want to leave your side.” He babbles, peppering your forehead with kisses. “Were you, were you really going to break up with me?” He reluctantly asks and you can hear his heartbeat. He’s nervous, afraid you’ll leave him.

You nod meekly and he inhales sharply. “I’m sorry. For pushing you away, I’ll make things right okay-“

You don’t let him finish. You just cup his cheeks and bring him down to kiss him. He squeaks, cheeks reddening, the blush going to his ears.

“I thought I was the problem, Innie.” You whisper before kissing him again.

“No you’re never the problem. I was the dick.” He whispers back, pushing you against the wall gently. He leans down, biting your lower lip then licking your jaw, sucking on your neck and slowly going down to your chest until you stop him.

“Maybe later, right now I just want my sweet baby back.” You murmur, shyly covering your face as you nuzzle into his chest.

He smiles, “so you take me back.” I.n says a bit teary eyed.

You nod again, “yes.”

He sighs in relief, letting you go and rushing to the things he left on the floor. “Just give me 10 minutes okay, I have something for you.” He excitedly arranges things on the dining room table, humming the song he was singing when you first met each other at a college library.

“Alright close your eyes, baby girl.” He goes behind you to cover you eyes and lead you to the table. “I love you so much, happy 2nd anniversary my love.” His voice is soft, he’s whispering it to you like you’re his whole world and it sends shivers down your spine.

When he lets you open your eyes you can’t help but smile, starting to cry again when he worriedly holds you, asking why’s and reassuring you.

“I love you so much, Yang Jeongin. Never push me away again.” You mumble.

“I promise. I love you more, L/n Y/n.” He replies, you hear the sincerity in his voice, it makes you giddy.

“No, Yang Y/n.” You whisper but he catches it, you two blush as if you haven’t been together for two years.

“Hm, I like that.”

“Yeah. You do? How about we take ‘later’ now.” You suggest, grinning into his neck before sucking and biting.

And for the first time in a long time, you ‘sleep’ in the bed with him. Leaving the things he’s prepared for after your ‘praying’ session.

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children of Poseidon headcanons pls? :3

child of poseidon headcanons

a/n: hiii thank u for the request !! currently listening to the last olympian audiobook and im almost doneeeee :3 i cant wait to read hoo

🌊 sits in the water when they're having any big feeling

🐟 and the waves progressively get more intense as their feelings get more intense

🪣 view themselves as pretty chill but most ppl view them as extremely ambitious and a force to be reckoned with

🌊 definitely are a force to be reckoned with

🐟 quick to trust others, but once you lose that trust - it's lost forever

🪣 can go from ditzy to the most intellectual thinker in a matter of moments

🌊 strong moral compass

🐟 subtle charisma that draws people in

🪣 the moon affects their energy and mood slightly, just like it affects the tides

🌊 always the one to find the prettiest sea glass

🐟 and has a collection of cool rocks, shells, and sea glass they've found

🪣 talented story tellers, their stories are so captivating

🌊the biggest goof balls you'll ever meet

🐟feels comfort during storms

Stunt Double

[Bang Chan x Fem!Reader]

summary: hannah convinced you to be her understudy but things quickly take a turn when you become her ‘stunt’ double due to a scene in the script where the prince has to kiss her

genre: fluff

warnings: none

note: this is a non!idol au, high school au. like to add that descriptions about your looks are vaguely mentioned since you are a stunt double, you have the same hair as Hannah. AGES ARE CHANGED!!! they’re only 1 year apart, with chan being a senior, and hannah being a junior. your dorm is like an apartment btw (honestly surprised i finished this earlier than the jisung fic but whatever)

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The sky is still dark when Hannah calls you, your ringtone loud as it bounces around in your empty dorm room. You’re lucky your roommate is somewhere else, otherwise they’d be awoken by it.

You reach for your phone, the screen feeling cold to your warm touch. “What do you want?” You mumble lazily, eyes still closed in effort to keep the sleepiness in.

“Please don’t be mad…” She begs, dragging the end, voice increasingly loud, waking you up fully.

“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You quake, not fond of her loudness. You lower the volume on your phone.

Hannah groans from the other line when you hear Christopher, her brother, warning her from the other room. “CHRIS! I’m on a call with Y/n!” She exclaims, not even caring that her mouth is directly to the microphone.

“So what’s the news, that you have to wake me up at,” You pause, glancing at the blinking digital clock on your bedside table. “…3am in the morning.” You deadpan, mentally kicking your best friend for ruining your sleep schedule.

“Well it’s just, you know…” Her voice sounds almost apologetic, guilty in a way, but mischievous just the same. “So you know how Snow White is kissed to be saved from the poisonous apple and uh.”

“Who the fuck got the prince role, Hannah?”

~•~

“Come on. It won’t be that bad, right?” She insists although sounding unsure. Offering you a smile that you return, albeit sarcastically.

You sit at an empty table, begrudgingly setting your books down. “What do you mean! It’s literally,” you hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose. Trying to calm down.

“Okay first of all, I understand. The man is old as fuck. But you just have to lay down on the bed, maybe have a glass case over you, stay still as he kisses you. Then the lights dim and the smoky effects will start and then we’ll switch places.” She went on, hoping you won’t back out.

“I just didn’t expect my first kiss to be for a play.” You murmur timidly, accidentally banging your head on the table as you drop down to rest.

You’re about to massage it when you feel a hand on your head and a worried voice asking you if you’re okay. You blink, Chan’s face so close to yours. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine Chris.” You respond, taking his hand off your head.

He backs away from you, quickly taking the spot beside his sister, you don’t notice his ears redden and a giddy smile tugging at his lips.

You spend the rest of the day swimming between classes, the halls seemingly crowded every time you leave the classroom. By the end of the day you’re bruised from the amount of people who bumped into you in the hall.

You sigh, exiting the nurses office and heading for the theatre room.

“Hey!” Chan calls from behind you and you wonder if he’s talking to you. “Y/n!”

And he is.

You stop walking, turning around to look at him when you suddenly fall to the floor. An undeniably heavy weight leaning on you.

He’s quick to stand up, offering you a hand then picking up the bag you dropped. “Sorry.” He whispers while smiling, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s alright.” You reply genuinely, with you already experiencing that with a number of people today, him being added to the list isn’t that bad.

“I’m going to the theatre room, walk with me?” He questions, hopeful eyes gleaming down at you.

He’s tall.

“Y/n?” He repeats, lightly tapping your shoulder.

You snap out of your trance, nodding. “Sure.”

You stride side by side, stepping into a comfortable silence. When you reach the small beige door that leads to the theatre room Chris opens the door, bowing like a gentleman to a lady.

You giggle, “Why thank you, good sir.” Playing along, you enter the theatre room, doing a slight courtesy before bursting into a fit of laughter.

He finds the sound so angelic, he can’t help but stare at you. Eyes shut as you hold your stomach, lost in the moment.

You sigh in content. “You’re funny.”

~•~

On the day of the play you don’t seem so bothered anymore, “Thanks Y/n. I know you wanted your first kiss to be romantic but I don’t want to kiss my brother. Yuck.” Hannah expresses her disgust, mimicking the sound of puking.

You laugh at her shenanigans. “It’s okay, really.” You assure her as she steps into the dressing room, fixing her dress.

You have a similar one, being the double after all, you need the same clothes. You haven’t changed yet, all the other dressing rooms being occupied. “Hannah, I’ll just go change in the bathroom. Be right back.” You excuse yourself, walking to the nearest unisex bathroom, which you know is down the hall.

When you get inside you start to undress yourself, putting the dress on. It’s cool to the touch. Silk gliding right on your skin like a perfect match. The beautiful red gem on your chest sparkling in the bathroom light. You smile, admiring the beauty of the garment when you realize the zipper is stuck.

The doorknob rattles, “Occupied!” You shout, trying to zip the dress up quickly but to no avail.

“Oh sorry.” Chan replies.

When you hear his voice outside you feel relieved, “Chris?”

“Y/n.” He responds, unaware of your situation.

“Can you help me with my zipper?” You request in a whine and he agrees. When you unlock the door he rushes in, careful not to open it too wide so no one can see you. You turn your back to him, the low dip of the zipper is enough for him to almost see you shorts underneath, but he doesn’t.

Chan starts to fiddle with the zipper, trying his best to zip it up. When he finally does, you’re grateful, giving him a thank you smile before leaving him in the comfort room.

~•~

You stay unmoving on the wooden table that’s been decorated with flower, vines, and numerous types of leaves. You haven’t been waiting long, just about 5 minutes when you hear Felix’s narration through the speaker.

“The dwarves lead the prince to princess Snow White, the path familiar to him.” Felix starts,

“She looks like she’s just sleeping.” You hear Chan recite, but it’s not boring. You can feel the emotion from just his voice, like you don’t need to see his expression to know he’s worried.

You know he’s just acting though.

“She’s been poisoned by the Evil Queen.” The smallest dwarf Changbin explains sadly and you almost tear up, the raw emotion from their voices makes you love theatre so much more.

If only you didn’t have a sore throat you’d be having your own lines.

“-The dwarves leave the prince to mourn for his lost love-“

You don’t listen to Felix anymore though, instead focusing on a sneeze you feel. Trying your best to stop it but you just can’t control it, you let out the smallest sneeze.

It’s the cutest thing Chan’s ever heard and he has to stop himself from smiling at your previous action.

You feel your long hair getting pushed to the side and Chan’s hot breath on your lips. He caresses your cheek before completely closing the gap.

His lips are soft.

The kiss is slow and sweet, when he pulls away you have to stop yourself from sitting up to pull him back in for more.

The music changes and the ‘smoky effects’ Hannah was talking about fogs up the stage. “Do you need help getting up?” Chan suggests, hands going to support you but you shake your head.

You shuffle off the bed, rushing backstage where you find the 7 dwarves.

“So,” Jeongin teases, acknowledging your presence. He grins, “How was hyung’s kiss.” the young one continues to mock.

The rest of the boys cheer at his question making you groan, “Shove off, I.n.” You order but the smile on your lips tell them you liked it.

~•~

“How was it?” Hannah chimes from your door, behind her are your roommates, Rachel and Olivia who seem equally pleased with your one moment ‘performance’.

“He’s a good kisser if that’s what your asking.” You admit, turning your attention back to your book.

“Okay hoe.” Olivia blurts, sitting on the floor of your room and Rachel joins her.

Hannah sits beside you instead, taking your book and your reading glasses then placing it on the table. “Okay you dense dumbass. My brother’s been in love with you since you two met. Honestly the man can’t keep his mouth shut about how you’re the most beautiful amazing person he’s met. So do you like him or not.” She confesses.

“And if you do, since when!” Rachel bubbles.

The girls look at you expectantly.

“I,” You ponder what to say. You’ve never thought of him that way, but the way his lips felt right against yours. “His kiss got me feeling something.” You answer, the blatant honesty getting the whole room erupting in laughter.

Your phone rings and you pick up, shushing your friends. “Hello, Y/n speaking.” You speak, a default response falling from your lips.

When you hear who it is you put it on speaker phone and mute yourself, “Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if you’d like to go out for lunch tomorrow. You know to celebrate the play?” He proposes, and if Hannah hadn’t told you about his undying love for you, you’d think this was just a friendly hang out.

Funny, a senior who’s incredibly dense.

You hit unmute, “Sure, darling.” you muse and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he says goodbye.

Your friends squeal, happy you’re finally out there living your life.

~•~

“Thanks for lunch,” you sing, opening the door to your dorm. When you’re halfway in you turn around, “you kiss really well, Channie.” You praise, about to close the door when he stops you.

“Do,” He stammers, “can I kiss you?” he pipes. The same hopeful gaze you know all too well from his sister.

You open the door wider, inviting him. When he gets inside you close the door and lead him to your room.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling, watching movies, and exchanging a few kisses.

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The movies are good standalones. Forget the book, it’s its own thing.

Leven Rambin as Clarisse will never not blow my mind, when I first watched the movies, I immediately became obsessed with Clarisse La Rue.

Everyone’s hating, but did you see the comedy in the movie, it’s literally gold:

1- Dionysus rejecting Annabeth’s idea then later at the campfire introduces it as his, perfect execution by the actor by the way.

2- Percy and Clarisse’s “I did it!” + “We did it!” moment??Fucking hilarious.

3- Luke calling them his cousins and as Kronos his grandfather, then Kronos says: “Great, my FAVORITE” LIKE HELLO??? Comedy gold people.

The acting was freaking insane, yeah the dialogue sometimes was awkward, and the fight scene in the first movie, with Percy and Annabeth and their swords, reaaaally awkward.

But as a whole, it was really fun to watch and shaped my future interests.

I think people need to stop hating so much, and just enjoy things as they are. I admit there were so many things changed and chucked, and I wished for some of the book scenes/characters to be IN the actual movie (or at least mention them) but overall the movies were enjoyable and I was cackling the entire time I rewatched it.

Listen, I know this fandom loves to collectively hate the movies.

But fuck that, I will always love them. For one, because without the first, I would have never ended up in this fandom, I would have never heard of this niche little book series (it ain’t big in Germany, not even after two movies and without them even less) - but for another, because of Clarisse la Rue.

Casting for Chiron and Hermes in the second movie were also on-point, but I simply adore Leven Rambin as Clarisse la Rue - and I love the on-screen chemistry she has with Logan Lerman. Their teasing, their banter, the way they looked at each other - seriously, I can not describe her as anything but “smitten” when Percy nods at her as she is carried off by the crowd.

I did not ship those two before I watched Sea of Monsters and I came out of that movie shipping them hard.

Also, if you don’t appreciate Leven’s arms in this movie, I don’t know what you’re doing with your life, because hot damn:

Say what you will about the movies - and you will, I know - but Leven Rambin did a bang job and characterized Clarisse la Rue on point.