#Mo you can never talk to him again but at least explain it

[fuxuannie]

❥﹒ken sato x gender neutral reader

✦. synopsis — romantic headcanons about our favourite baseball player!

✦. love mail — i finished the movie and i loved his character development, simply the sweetest thing <3

✦. tags — SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, kenji sato x reader, i have not written in several months, i wrote this w my brain off ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) aka i was just SPITTING whatever brain rot came to mind

I imagine Kenji to be the clingy, but doesn’t want to be type. He loves you, so much, so dearly. But affection isn’t his strong suit, especially not after what happened with his family. He shut out emotions for years, at least towards others. So this feeling of love, a nostalgic one, tends to clash with the walls he’s put up. He’ll hold you in his arms, burying his face in your shoulder, only for hours later to cringe at himself. He’s talked to you about it a thousand times, and he’s listened to you reassure him twice as many. He adores your patience with him, it's something he’s never really had.. especially with so much pressure on his shoulders.

Explaining his identity was surely no easy feat, you thought dating the most iconic and popular baseball players was the hardest thing? Imagine dating Ultraman, who came home to you every other week with some new injury. You always wondered why the reason was so simple for such a complicated wound, “I spilled boiling water on myself,” He explains with burn marks that are far more severe than expected. “I fell down the stairs”, he’ll say after landing in the hospital.. It didn’t make sense. And now that it does and you know the true reasons, your concern is far worse. Though he doesn’t mind the extra attention you give. ;)

Meeting his dad for the first time was.. nerve-wracking. You know how Kenji talks about him, and you weren’t sure what kind of impression you’ll make. But here you were, sitting on a couch and fiddling with your thumbs until you hear a doorbell. Before Kenji could even stand, you rushed to your feet and practically sprinted for the door, only to open it slowly and gently to reveal the kind old man standing outside. “Hello.” Cut to maybe an hour later, you’re laughing at old pictures of Kenji as he sits next to you and an arm wrapped around your shoulder. The two had a long path of forgiveness and understanding ahead, but Kenji appreciated that you brought him and his father together.

Thought the dad was scary? Imagine his daughter. As expected, the moment you walk into the room - distress. Emi’s starting to cry, an unfamiliar presence is in the room and it scares her. You’ve done a few babysitting jobs here and there, and she was really just like a child. Kenji apologized for her outburst and transforms to calm her down, opening the lid and picking her up under her arms. “No no, don’t cry.” His voice soothes her, and almost immediately - she’s okay again. It’ll take a few minutes, it really isn’t long until she trusts too you. Kenji found it adorable, how you played with her so casually.. many would be terrified, and rightfully so - but to him? It just displays your kind heart. My God did he love you.

Remember first headcanon? Right, to add to that, he’s not very good at vulnerability either. He’ll love to comfort you when you cry, or hold you when you need him. But if the roles were reversed? Absolutely not. He’s uncomfortable and you can see it, one look into his eyes and it’s like looking through glass.. he hates being open about his true feelings. Even if it’s with you.. the walls he’s built for 20 years aren’t easy to break, you know? But if you’re patient, and you take your time and say the right words – he’ll crack. And like a dam breaking, the water flows in an uncontrollable wave of sadness. He’ll sob, he’ll break, and he’ll need you more than anything. He doesn’t know how to feel about breaking down, but the way you hold him in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to comfort him, he could get used to it.

But on a lighthearted note, he loves dates! Most have to be in his home, because Emi can be clingy (got it from his dad), but you don’t mind. It’s sweet, he’ll have you play baseball with her or all you do is cuddle ontop of her, it’s the cutest little thing. But other times, when you go out– it’s just the two of you. And upon special request from Kenji for Mina to babysit her while you're there, you two get alone time. and it’s everything to him. The smallest affection has his heart racing like a teenage boy again, wrapping your arm around his, holding his hand, kissing him? Goodness, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it. You and Emi are his world, and he’ll do everything to protect it. Other days, you, him, and and his father go out to the home in the woods for some personal time. You get to talk about his childhood with him and you talk about yours. There’s such a tender and unforgettable atmosphere when you’re with them. And you truly feel like you belong.

Overotectiveness, he was full of it. He’s lost so much, and all he wanted was for you to not go either. Nothing, nothing could stop his rage at the idea of you being hurt. You, Emi, anyone else important to him. He’ll take on the world for his family, and by the will of his parents he has. The pain he’s endured, the scars you scold him for so much are for you. If one threat escapes the city, that’s one likely chance he loses you. So he does everything he can to handle it. You’ve never gotten hurt, but the idea of it is enough for him to strive to be stronger.

While recovering from the explosion, you never left his side. It pained you to see him so still, lack of life. He’d usually be pacing back and forth in the room, rambling about something, and when you’d call him a nerd or dork, he'd run to you and playfully attack you with kisses. His arms around you tightly as you two would laugh your worries away, you didn’t have that privilege. You’d either laugh alone or not at all, the pain all too much. When he wakes up, best believe you’re there, and you just cry at the sight of his arms opening. You know his body is far too unstable for a hug, so you squeeze his hand. How grateful you are to feel him squeeze back.

With Mina and Emi gone, the house feels a little more lonely.. but Kenji’s adjusting. Especially because you moved in! He’s able to spend more time with you in bed since he didn’t have to tend to Emi, which was a nice plus. He woke up earlier than you (force of habit.) and he’d just.. stare. Maybe it was a little creepy, but seeing you sound asleep in his arms gave him such joy. He loved the little domestic moments he shared with you, it had him appreciating all the smaller things in life. Like sharing a meal with you, or watching movies together. You made him love the simpler aspects of living.

[yangbbokari]

Skz making a bet on you Maknae Line pt.2

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities, a little suggestive. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and FINALLY GOT ALL PARTS OUT YAY

Parts: Hyung line Maknae Line pt.1

HAN JISUNG Han sat there. He was stunned to say the least. He didn’t expect you to show up nor hear what he said. It wasn’t until Chan nudged his shoulder that he let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. The older boy looked at Han disappointedly.

Chan held him by the shoulder as he told him, “Are you gonna be a dumbass and sit here or are you gonna chase after y/n and hope she’ll take you back?”

After hearing that, Han finally got up to his feet as he nodded his head. “I’m gonna get y/n back be-because I don’t know what I could possibly do without her. Yeah… that’s what I’ll do.” Then he bolted out of the room to go and find you.

As he ran down the hall and almost out of the building, a particular box caught his eye. It just so happened to sit on the top of the rest of the garbage. He could tell it was yours from the way it was made and decorated. Seeing the box there on a pile of trash made him tear up. He grabbed it and held it tightly to his chest.

You were walking down the street by now. Kicking at the rocks that stood in your way. All the hard work you put into everything just for him to turn his back on you. All the tears had already been cried and dried. Now you were extremely exhausted and your only goal was to get home.

Making your way through the crowded streets, you suddenly hear your name being called. You whipped around to see a very distressed Han racing towards you. Seeing the tear streaks on his face made your heart break. In that instant, you almost forgot the hurt he caused you. But when you did remember what happened earlier, your past anger returned and you decided to walk away from him.

When he saw you turn back around and just walk away, he became panicked all over again. He chased after you until he was right behind you. As soon as he could, he grabbed your wrist and made you face him.

“Y/N!!! I understand that you’re hurt and you don’t want to talk but please just hear me out! You mean everything to me and—”

You immediately covered his mouth. He tried to take your hand off but you put another hand over his mouth.

“Let’s talk about this at home. Please?”

Han finally eased down and nodded his head. The two of you were just a couple blocks away from home anyways. So you and Han walked side by side in awkward silence(insert song, sry I had to😭). He constantly glanced between you and the floor until he gathered the courage to ask you,

“Can I… mmm… Can I at least hold your hand? I’m scared you’ll run away and you won’t listen to me. Then I’ll never see you again! You’ll break up wi—”

You grabbed his hand so he would just shut up. So he did. The rest of the way was in silence with the soft comfort of each other’s breath and presence.

When you made it home, both of you sat on the couch. Spending a couple moments in silence. Eventually, you spoke up, breaking the uncomfortableness.

“Are you not going to explain yourself?”

No answer.

“If you don’t say anything, I’m gonna go to my friend’s house. I need some time. Food’s in the fridge so warm up something for yourself to eat if you get hungry.”

No answer.

You sighed as you rose from your position, almost walking away before you felt a small and gentle touch on the tip of your small finger. A soft voice of the one you loved spoke.

“Don’t go… I’ll talk. However much you need me to. Just don’t… leave.”

The last word made you feel a pang of pain in your heart.

“It was a stupid bet we made when we were younger. Hyunjin brought it up during our debut. The first girl we found the most attractive, we would ask out no matter the circumstances. It took me a month to even get to know you and a year to get close to you. I was scared but they made me confess. So when you accepted I was so happy. Nothing matters more than you. I promise. You’re everything I could ask for so please don’t… don’t leave me. I’ll do anything you ask. Just don’t.”

As much as he tried to keep strong for you, there were tears brimming his eyes. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. And the way he confessed the truth warmed your heart. How could you leave him?

“I forgive you. I’ll just need a little time. I promise, I won’t leave you alone. I just need to take a bit of time for myself, yeah?”

Han slowly nodded his head as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Everything was fine though. You returned on the second day and boy did he make it up to you. In more ways than one. If you know what I mean. 😘 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX You didn’t hear from him for a few days. It angered you. He was the one who did the wrong thing and now he just thinks he can pretend you never existed!? It’s probably for the best. You don’t know what you would do if you saw him again. Forgive him? Probably not. You’d rather jump on him and claw his face right open. Wait, let’s backtrack that. Probably just punching him in the face was enough.

It had probably been a month since Felix last contacted you, and you to him. It hurt you, you admit. But you were slowly moving on. Finding people you could actually trust in.

Well let’s just say… things did not go according to plan.

On a late night out with a couple of you girl friends, you were drinking and getting hit on. It was fun. The freedom, you mean. You weren’t held back by the restraints of a relationship.

But I guess not everything goes like what you'd expect. Because while you were drinking a margarita, in walks in, no other than, Felix. And who did he just happen to walk up to first? You. The audacity to even take this action made you give him a hard slap on the cheek.

“Hey, asshole. How’ve you been?”

Felix just held his cheek in shame. He couldn’t exactly just yell at you. It was his fault in the first place.

“Hey, y/n… I’ve been awful.”

“Good.”

You were fuming. You were not gonna let some man walk back into your life after saying such hurtful words and then ghosting you for a month. You absolutely loathed him. That wasn’t really true though. Deep down, you still loved him as much as you used to. But, you were too scared to get hurt again.

Felix was equally as irritated but you mattered more to him right now, than his petty thoughts. So he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the bar, ignoring your cries and pleas.

When you were finally outside, his grip loosened but he didn’t let go. You just sighed and rolled your eyes.

"The hell do you want?" You said as you yanked your hand away and began rubbing your wrist.

"A chance to explain myself to you."

"After you ghosted me for a month? Not a chance. Get a life."

"Wait, y/n-"

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"I still want to be with you..." He nearly said breathlessy.

"Well I don't." You were fighting every fiber in you to run back to him tell him how much you love him and never let go. But you didn't want to be the dumb, naive girl, who always ran back to the same man. The same person. The one who hurt them. But you stayed there and listened.

A moment of silence was exchanged until Felix said something.

"We were just immature little fucks when everything happened. Minho made a bet with me, that if I got the number of the roundest woman I could find then he'd give me 200 bucks. I was foolish, so I took up the bet. Had it never happened, I wouldn't have gotten to know the great person you are. I never expected to love you this much, but I do."

You looked up into the night sky to prevent your tears from falling. It was stupid of you to want to run back into his arms. To feel the warmth of his smile and presence again.

“That doesn’t change anything, Felix. You still think I’m a woman who weighs too much and looks… fat. You told me yourself that you love my body. But that’s all a lie because if Minho never made that bet then you would’ve never approached me. You’re just like the rest of them, Felix. Someone who only focuses on looks and not the actual person. You’re no different than Minho. It might have been just an immature joke to you but it meant everything to me.”

“Y/n—”

“No! Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to ever see you again. You ruined me, Felix.”

Felix could do nothing but stay silent and so you walked off. The emotions were too overwhelming for you. You may not have been able to punch him in the face but you were able to express yourself. A month of no closure and now you finally got it. At first, you thought that it’d make you hurt most. But surprisingly, it felt as if you lifted a weight from your chest and now you could be yourself again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN You weren’t walking for a long time before you heard another pair of shuffling feet right behind you. You began to panic. It was dumb of you to leave the house this late at night, especially in a big city like this. Your pace quickened and so did the person's behind you. Not only your pace but your breath too. Your fight-or-flight response immediately kicked in and you were definitely opting to flee.

Suddenly, the person ran up to you and grabbed your arm, yanking you back.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Your scream peirced through the night. "Get the fuck off of me! Leave me alone!" But the person only brought you close to their body and hugged you. Then, you heard the soft voice of your boyfriend. "Shh.. shh... y/n it's me. It's me, Seungmin."

You gladly hugged him and thanked him. "Oh god, thank goodness it's just you, Seungmin. I was so scared that someone was following me. That I was going to get abducted or something. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You stuttered out between shaky breaths.

Seungmin only continued to comfort you. "Shh... it's okay. I understand. You're safe now. Sorry for making you so scared, love. Shh..." He rubbed soft circles onto your back as you sobbed into his arms. "I came to find you because you didn't grab your coat and I got worried. Even when we're mad at each other, you shouldn't be out in the cold. I understand if you don't want to talk to me but please make sure you won't get hurt or sick."

It was moments like these that kept you from being mad at Seungmin. You could argue for hours but you would still be his highest concern.

With your hands still holding him to you, you whispered, “Can we just go home?” Seungmin nodded his head, still rubbing your back. “Yeah, let’s go home.” He kissed the top of your head before taking your hand and leading you back to your house.

When the two of you arrived, the once comforting silence became awkward and insufferable. You patted the sides of your arms as you stared at the ground. While Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere but at you. The uncomfortable silence was eventually broken by Seungmin.

“I’m sorry for saying that. I shouldn’t have taken my stress and anger out on you when you had nothing to do with it. I should’ve talked it out with you instead and I’m so stupid for taking you for granted.”

“What about the last part, where you said… you know.”

“I said that out of anger. But it was mainly because me and a few of my friends made a bet to take out the first girl who walked through the door at that party we met at. Lo and behold, it was you. But then I really fell in love with you and I became thankful that that bet was made. Because if we never made that bet then I wouldn’t have found you, the wonderful and amazing person I love.”

You couldn’t help but tear up at his words. Seungmin didn’t get upset easily but when he did, he would argue with you for days on end. But he always came back around when he all too quickly became worried for you. That’s what made you love him.

When Seungmin didn’t get a reply from you he suddenly asked, “Are you going to break up with me now?” But then he heard your sniffles and his heart broke. He constantly kept making you cry even when he didn’t mean to.

Unexpectedly, you ran to him and hugged him. “I can’t even think of ever leaving you. I love you so much and your way with words just makes me want you even more. You know me too well, Seungie. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head before resting his head on yours. “I love you too.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN Jeongin waited outside the bathroom for you to come out. It wasn’t like he could go in. He’d be casted out of the restaurant for being a creep and a pervert. So he patiently waited.

Eventually, you did come out but you had washed all your makeup off. The crying left streaks of mascara running down your face so you washed it before exiting. As soon as you saw Jeongin, you turned the other way. But unfortunately for you, that way just so happened to be a wall. You sighed before turning back to him. You were being a bit dramatic but you didn’t know how else to deal with it.

Jeongin spoke up quietly. “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You slowly nodded your head in response and he held out his hand to you. You silently took it and followed him into a more quiet and private room.

“I’m sorry for walking away instead of listening to you.” You said.

“No.. no, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier and this was a horrible way for you to find out about it.”

He paused to see if you had anything to say. But when he got no response, he continued.

“Umm… so I used to have a big fat crush on you…”

You giggled at that, a little surprised that he could admit it so easily.

“D-don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious!” He said out angrily. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You said as you kept giggling. Jeongin was happy to see you smiling again so he kept going.

"When my hyungs found out they constantly teased me about it. But then the teasing turned into bets. They were betting on me to see I would ever confess or not. I told them I would but I never actually stayed true to my word. One day, they got bored with each other and came to me. They said that I should confess to you. If I succeeded they'd get me the latest Bruno Mars album and if I didn't then I'd have to give each of them 80 dollars. So we shook on it. I didn't want to lose so of course I mustered up the most courage I possibly could and asked you out. When you said yes, my whole world suddenly brightened as if this was what I was waiting for for my whole life. After I took you on a date, I told them of the success."

Your heart swelled at his words. You never knew he was so in love with you. It was almost as if the past event never happened. Now you were smiling from ear to ear as he told the story. Upon seeing your smile, Jeongin did too.

"I thought they'd stop teasing me after we got together but they never did. Calling me a simp and stuff. I'm not saying I'm not because I'm glad that I love you so much people can see it. But I hate being titled that."

Your eyes were full of affection for each other and it was clear as day. Every word that came from his mouth only reminded you of why you loved him so much. So how could you not voice it?

"Innie?" His ears perked up, indicating he was listening to you. "Have I ever told you how much I love you." He immediately pouted his bottom lip and opened his arms as an invitation. You slowly made your way over into his embrace. "Have I ever told you how much I love you too?" You chuckled as you nodded your head. You looked up at him and saw that he was still pouting. So you took it as your responsibility to kiss it away. Glad to say it worked as he laughed at you antics.

How could you ever doubt him when he loved you this much?

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[lampiridaes]

# another language

★ — chars ; toya , akito , rui

★ — notes ; HELLO NAGULAT AKO NUNG NAKITA KO TO FHDHFHFFH di ko na-expect na makakatanggap ako ng tagalog req... hindi ako masyadong magaling mag tagalog (native language ko...) PERO hopefully maiintindihan mo ito huhu ... also yes ofc feel free to ask any questions u want! (just not personal ones obv)

★ — notes (2) ; i had a fun time writing this, but i'm rlly rlly nervous abt posting it (╥﹏╥) if i accidentally made a mistake in a few parts, pls don't be harsh with me!

★ — notes (3) ; fem!reader implied for akito , otherwise none!

★ — languages used (keep in mind i used google translate for some + my tagalog isn't good) ; tagalog , italian , korean

★ — shout out to my bbg for helping out with akito's part (she doesn't follow this blog and i hope it stays that way)

★ — requested by ; anon

★ aoyagi toya — tagalog :

oh, he's so confused. of course he knows that you're speaking in another language, yet he doesn't know what you're saying...

so, naturally, he wonders what you're talking about when he accidentally overhears you in a call with your friend one day.

"ang pogi si toya... like jusko sobrang sweet niya sakin baka magka diabetes ako." (rough tl: toya is so handsome... like oh my god he's so sweet to me i might get diabetes.)

... he understood about... 3 words—'toya', 'sweet' and 'diabetes'. and now he's extra puzzled.

toya asked you about it the next day since he doesn't want any misunderstandings between the both of you. which led to you becoming a rather shy mess while explaining what you were talking about.

"oh... i see."

despite the dry response, you could see toya's face lightening up once he realized that you were actually gushing about him, just in a language that he didn't understand.

he definitely researched some cute endearments that night, so don't be surprised if he randomly calls you names like 'mahal' or 'sinta' from now on.

★ shinonome akito — italian:

akito got the idea over time that you were talking affectionately about him in another language, but he would prefer if you admit it yourself. mostly just to tease you, honestly.

with that in mind, he's still a bit surprised when you tell him you love him in another language.

"...ti amo tanto." (rough tl: i love you so much)

"huh?"

"nothing!"

but with how cute and funny his reactions are, how can you stop? his confused look always looks so charming whenever you compliment him.

"sei così carino, sai?" (rough tl: you're so cute, you know?)

"okay, seriously, i don't understand a single thing..."

eventually, he gets tired of your teasing and just translates what you're saying when you're gone. prepare to be surprised with random compliments in your own language by your boyfriend.

"sei la ragazza... più carina che abbia... mai visto..?" (rough tl: you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen)

... even if it could use some work.

★ kamishiro rui — korean :

rui is a sneaky one, so you always make sure to gush about him whenever he's actually away, or if he's asleep.

and in this situation, you thought he was asleep. keyword: thought.

unsurprisingly, it seems like your boyfriend stayed up a bit later tonight to finish an invention. you chuckled softly, finding him endearing as you covered him up with a blanket.

"...너 정말 귀엽다. 잘 자고 있길 바래, 내 사랑." (rough tl: you're so cute. i hope you sleep well, my love.)

rui was actually awake, though. of course, he couldn't understand a thing you said, but that only added to his list of robots to make.

so, weeks passed by after that incident. and something similar happened again, only this time, rui was prepared.

he rested his head on the desk, setting his brand new translator bot nearby to record what you say.

and, to say the least, his experiment did not disappoint! he's never going to let you live this down, either.

just to mess with you a bit, and to let you know he knows about your little secret now, he went up to you the next day, whispering something into your ear.

"내가 귀엽다고 생각해? 네가 더 귀여워." (rough tl: you think i'm cute? you're cuter)

you were so surprised, it's like he took your breath away. you give him a look that basically yells out, 'you know!?' and rui simply nods, with that well-known cat-like smile of his.

[bangchanisinmymind]

Chan noticing their s/o and their weight insecurity, like they are not even overweight but the body dysmorphia kicks in hard and he reassures them

hope you realise how beautiful you are and thank you for the request ♡ masterlist

[17:46 pm]

paring; bangchan x reader

"babe are you ready?" chris asks from outside the bathroom waiting for you to get ready for your night out with your friends "almost" you replied "can I come in? I need to fix my hair a bit" he asked rhetorically as he opened the door; you've been living together for long enough to be comfortable sharing the bathroom.

the sight in front of him though was not what he hoped and thought it would, it was you looking your naked self in the mirror, your hair dried since you've been out of the shower for at least another hour. "honey what's wrong" he said hugging you from behind and leaving kisses on your shoulder and collarbone "chris be honest; am I fat?" you said leaving his embrace and standing in front of him "love are you crazy? of course you're not, you got the perfect weight for your height and age what has gotten into you"

"ah I don't know really I just don't feel like perfect as you say. I shouldn't have eaten so much during holidays, don't let me again to eat that much look at my tummy oh god it's huge and my thighs they've gotten so big what am I gonna do?" you explained at your boyfriend who was looking at you with wide eyes, he couldn't believe you were actually saying this.

"love are you kidding, look at you, you don't have to be only bones to be beautiful okay? all you have to do is to be healthy, healthy equals pretty got that?" he says hugging you tightly, so tight you thought he would never let go. "yeah but now I'm fat, now that I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner not to talk about snacks I'll stop eating now and I'll loose weight soon I've done that before there won't be any problem, will be?" you questioned yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror

"yes there will, listen to me, if you want to loose weight you can come with me at the gym but mo diet for you as long as I am here okay? listen to me, you are not overweight you don't need to do anything every girl is jealous of your natural body and I'll never stop saying it until you get it okay?" he said while tracing every part of your body.

"maybe you're right I look kinda good don't I?" you said gaining some confidence again "I am love I always am get dressed now we're gonna be late k?" he said kissing all over your face "yeah alright I'll be quick thank you I love you so much" you said hugging him and immediately started getting ready.

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[mariatesstruther]

a list of some of the videos joel would send to sarah after she goes off to college because he misses having her around, for @clickergossip @bumblepony and @ameerawrites 🫰🏾

- joel and tommy going to the zoo because the tiger sarah has been obsessed with for years has cubs now, and theyre finally letting them out today for the public to see: “wow, would ya lookat that—hold on, can you see em? hold on—here. that’s good, over there, you see em? i remember when you were that little, babygirl. wow.”

- joel in his work shed whittling another “super-sarah” action figure to send off to her as he talks about how work and the sites have been, stopping once in a while to explain what he’s doing to her just like he did when she was little and sitting there to constantly nag him with questions

- him cleaning up her room and changing her bed at least once a week, even though there’s s nobody there to mess things up or dirty the sheets. what he discusses with her during these tidying sessions varies from week to week, but lately he’s been updating her on tommy and his new girlfriend: “so they’ve been goin steady for just about f—can you believe it? just about five months, now. tommy keeps talkin about celebratin their sixth month anniversary, and i keep tryin to tell him that makes no damn sense, logic-wise—but anyway. i guess i’m proud of him. you’d be teasin him to all hell, seein how gone he is for her. so head over heels, his boots might as well be in the sky. i know you said your too busy ti be dating right now, but just for the record: you ever get that over the moon for somebody, i’d better not be meetin em over videochat”

speaking of tommy!

when uncle tommy sends sarah a video one time, it’s him drunk off his ass in joel’s backseat, phone pressed way too close to his face, singing out a slurred but impressive “sarah sarah bo barah banana fanna fo farah, me mi mo marah sarahhhhhhhhhh. good god, bubba, do me and your daddy miss you. he’s over here drivin me nuts—,” “i’m drivin you to your place, you ungrateful little—,” “shut up! anyway, hope you’re havin fun over there in the big apple—my lady’s from the big apple, did ya know? she’s amazin. i hope you’ll get to meet her when you come down for break. just callin because i felt like talkin to ya—you know, your daddy’s a fuckin asshole and never lets me in his fuckin videos, so—,” “tommy!” “what??? im talkin!!! anyway, miss you so fuckin much, buggaboo—,” “tommy!” “what???” “watch your goddamn mou—better yet, just get off the fuckin phone! drunk dialin like youre 19 again, you fuckin idiot—” “asshole! you’re the one cursin!” “at you! doesn’t count! hang up the fuckin phone!” “it’s a video, stupid! and you’re calling me an idio—OW! JOEL! JOEL! GIVE IT BACK—!” “seeya later, babygirl. your uncle’s a  nuisance. i love you.”

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Baked with Love

Thank you to @chubbybubbyjoonie1 for this lovely prompt! I hope you enjoy! <3

Read it here or on AO3!

“Hey, did you see that a new bakery is opening downtown?” Taehyung asked as he got back from class. 

Jin and Jungkook both turned from where they making lunch in the kitchen. Jin, a lover of anything food related, said, “No, I didn't. Does it look nice?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I only saw the flyer. It says it’s a Seoul location for some popular bakery in Busan.” 

Jungkook looked up with newfound interest. “Pretty Minnie’s?” 

“Oh, yeah, you’ve heard of it?” 

“Heard of it? Pretty Minnie’s is the best place in Busan. We went there at least once a week when I was a kid. They had a location in my neighborhood,” Jungkook answered excitedly. 

Taehyung and Jin both seemed more intrigued by the alpha’s excitement. “I guess we will have to try it then. The grand opening is next weekend.”

—

“I promise, Appa, I got this,” Jimin said as he pulled on his apron. His father was on speakerphone for the third time that morning, ready to get on the next train from Busan to come help his son open their new location. 

The omega smoothed over his yellow apron, tying it around the front in a way that made him look even curvier than he already was. Jimin had donned his favorite black overalls with yellow and white daisies for his special day - the grand opening of his own location of the family bakery. 

Jimin had dreamed of this day since he was a young pup in his parent’s main bakery. He loved spending his days helping his father in the kitchen and serving customers with his mother - the namesake of the family business. 

“Ah, I know, Jimin-ah. You have been working your whole life for this, but I worry about you. It’s hard to be alone anywhere but especially in Seoul. You will handle the bakery just fine, I just don’t want you to be lonely, son,” his father explained, sounding a little choked up as he spoke. 

“Appa…” Jimin replied quietly, getting emotional himself. He knew his parents never meant to coddle him, they loved him and wanted the best for him. “I promise, I will tell you if I want you and Eomma to visit. I just want to do this part on my own, prove to myself that I can do it.” 

“Of course, you can do it, you’ve been doing it since you were sixteen. That was never in question,” his father said confidently, voice full of pride for his son. 

Jimin smiled brightly and picked up his phone to take it off speaker, holding it up to his ear instead. “Thank you, Appa. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Jimin. Keep us updated throughout the day. I want to hear all about your wonderful grand opening.” 

After hanging up the phone and bolstering himself with the long-distance support of his parents, Jimin left his office to give the opening staff a pep talk before they unlocked the doors. He was shocked to see the line out front and felt a new wave of energy.

The first three hours of the day went by so fast, Jimin had no idea what time it was and how much they had sold, but it was undoubtedly a successful grand opening already. Between college students from Busan and families with kids drawn to the cute exterior, they well exceeded their expectations for the big move to Seoul. 

Just as Jimin was about to tap out for a break, the bell above the door rang once again. He turned to greet the new customers and let them know that one of his staff could take care of them when he stopped still, instantly overwhelmed by the group that just walked in. 

Six college students, clearly a mix of alphas and betas that seemed close enough to possibly be a pack. Jimin felt instantly attracted to them, something in their presence drawing him, but he forced himself to be professional and put on his customer service smile. 

“Hi, welcome to Pretty Minnie’s! My name is Jimin, what can I get for you?” 

Jimin almost shrunk under their heavy stares, all of them remaining silent for almost an uncomfortable amount of time. He decided to try breaking the ice a little more. “We have quite a few options so it can be overwhelming to choose. I can help you pick some out if you would like.” 

Jungkook stepped forward first, already having been the designated orderer since he was familiar with the bakery. “Um, I’m from Busan so I’ve actually been here before. Well, not here, but you know…yeah…”

Jimin nodded with an endeared smile, finding the alpha adorable in his nervous introduction. “Thank you for supporting us! What is your favorite? I’ll give you one on the house.” 

“Oh, no, I couldn’t. It’s your grand opening!” 

“I insist, especially if you all plan on buying something. Consider it a gift from me,” Jimin replied firmly, hoping that he wasn’t coming on too strong. 

Jungkook gave him a shy smile and said, “Okay, thank you. I love the red bean sweet buns.” 

Jimin grabbed one from the case and handed it over to the alpha. “Those are my favorite too!” 

“Let us buy one for you then,” Namjoon said, suddenly finding his voice and stepping up beside Jungkook at the counter. 

“Oh, um, wow, if you would really like to,” Jimin responded, cheeks filling with a pink blush. 

Namjoon insisted and the rest of the group placed their order. Jimin filled a pastry box with all of their selections, setting aside one sweet bun for himself. As he slid the box across the counter, he looked up to find all of them with their eyes on him. 

Clearing his throat slightly in hopes of hiding his interest, Jimin thanked them for visiting the bakery. “Thank you all so much for coming in and thank you for the bun. No one has ever done that for me before.” 

Taehyung stepped forward, making such direct eye contact that Jimin felt his knees get a little weak. “You deserve much more than a sweet bun. We will have to come back again.” 

Jimin knew that his blush returned ten-fold, never having been so directly flirted with by an alpha like this. He ducked his head slightly, lips forming a soft smile. “I hope to see you soon.” 

Before the group could say anything else, Jimin’s attention was called by one of his staff members. He gave them a parting wave and turned away from the counter. They all watched him until the woman at the counter called for the next customer. 

The walk back to their apartment was a quiet one, full of processing thoughts, but the second Yoongi opened the door and everyone got inside, all the emotions burst forward. 

“Oh my God, he was adorable!” 

“Did you see his cheeks? They looked softer than the mochi in the case!” 

“He looked so cute in those overalls.”

“I was looking at a different set of cheeks, honestly.” 

“Yoongi!” Jin scolded as he smacked the beta’s arm, although he was trying to hold back his laughter. Even if Jin wasn’t so crass himself, he also wasn’t going to disagree. 

“What? We are all thinking it. He was curvy as hell,” Yoongi said, shrugging off Jin’s response. He smirked and continued, “Also, don’t come at me. What about Tae with that whole ‘you deserve more’ shtick?”��

Taehyung laughed and waved him off. “I was just speaking my truth. Joonie is the one who bought him something. A little courting jumpstart, o alpha, my alpha?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to focus on the pastry box in front of him. “I was returning his nice gesture, that’s all.” 

“Mhmm, sure, definitely wasn’t your alpha wanting to provide for him,” Taehyung quipped, enjoying the light atmosphere in the room. It was rare for all of them to be on the same page about something like this so it seemed obvious that they would pursue the sweet omega. 

Hoseok grabbed his selection from the box and took a bite. “Wow, I’ll keep going back no matter who works there. This is incredible.” 

The next few moments passed in silence while all six of them enjoyed their pastries. Making quiet sounds of enjoyment, the baked goods were gone in minutes and they all shared knowing looks. 

“Well, damn, I guess we have to go back to the bakery again,” Yoongi announced, making his way out of the room with the other’s laughs trailing behind him. 

—

Two weeks after the opening, Jimin felt over the moon. The bakery was thriving, his parents were proud of him, and he finally had his entire apartment unpacked. All he wanted now was to see that pack of handsome men walk back through his door. 

They apparently had returned two times since the grand opening, but Jimin missed them both times. The first time was a few days later while he was back in his office on the phone with an ingredient vendor. The second time was during his parent’s visit to Seoul; he was with them at his apartment above the bakery while his trusted staff ran the morning shift. 

It would be more than welcome to have a visit from them today as Jimin was by far, having his worst day in Seoul yet. 

Jimin knew that his style wasn’t for everyone. He dressed more like a kindergarten teacher than anything else, his patterned overalls and thick-rimmed glasses being his favorite things to wear. 

On top of his fashion sense, Jimin was also aware that he was considered plus-size. His wide hips and plump ass filled out his overalls quite nicely. He was the child of bakers and a baker himself, of course, he was on the softer, curvier side. 

What Jimin was not aware of was the fact that people were much freer with their words in Seoul than back home in Busan. He tried not to let the comments get to him, but some people were blatantly rude. 

Some alphas mentioned that he must taste-test all of his work while older omegas directly addressed his size - telling him that he would never find a pack if he was already ‘letting himself go’ so young. There was even a specific group of women who came in and gave him a business card for their gym every time he was at the counter. 

Usually, Jimin could shrug it off. ‘Never trust a skinny baker’ became his catchphrase and certain people were simply ignored, letting his staff handle them while he found another place to keep himself busy. 

That morning, however, was just a bad start to his day. 

The first round of sweet buns somehow ended up in the oven without a timer and burnt to the point of being inedible. One of his favorite coffee mugs slipped off the counter and shattered across the floor. He had to send an employee down to the grocery store for butter because their shipment was late. 

Then, his bad day became terrible. He was at the counter alone - one employee at the store, one back in the kitchen, and one on break - when an absolute wretch of a woman came in. 

There were two other customers in the bakery eating at the window counter and one at the case that she completely breezed by, cutting them in line. She ignored Jimin’s greeting and his offer for assistance while she stared at the case in disdain. 

Without even a simple hello, the woman looked him up and down and said, “I guess the bakery must be pretty good if the baker is fat, right?”

Jimin stared at her in shock. He knew the implication behind his words whenever he mentioned the skinny baker thing, but this woman had straight-up called him fat to his face.

Considering himself strong-willed, Jimin was surprised to find himself a bit teary-eyed from her words. It was likely the already-stressful morning burdening him and his impending pre-heat, but the words cut him like a knife. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Jimin said firmly, trying to limit the scene from developing or making the other customers uncomfortable. 

She glared at him, unmoving from her spot at the counter with her arms crossed. “You are denying me service for speaking the truth. Some business model you have here.” 

Jimin straightened his posture and took a deep breath, pushing down the insecurities that she had unearthed from somewhere he hadn’t even known. “Yes, I am denying you service. Even though you are a customer, that does not give you the right to disrespect me or my business. I am politely asking you to leave, ma’am.” 

In an attempt to break his composure, the woman stared him down for another tense moment before dramatically spinning on her heel and stomping out. Jimin watched her leave, ensuring the door fully shut behind her. He then took quick steps to the kitchen door, not even acknowledging his other customers and asking the staff member in the kitchen to take over. 

As he sought refuge in his office to process what just happened and probably call his mom, Jimin had not noticed that a few more customers had entered the bakery to view the intense exchange. 

Hoseok and Jin had stepped inside, excited to see the omega only to be met with the horrible woman and Jimin’s strong reserve. They watched and waited, hoping to comfort him and leaving once he disappeared into the back - heading home to inform the rest of what had happened. 

—

A few days later, all six decided to visit the bakery together on their free afternoon. The bell over the door greeted them instead of a lovely, welcoming voice as the counter was empty. Jungkook looked around the corner, trying to see if anyone was around but found no one. 

“I’ll be there in just a moment!” the omega’s voice called out from his office. 

They smiled and decided to look over the selection in the pastry case while they waited. It was barely a minute before Jimin came quickly toward the counter, covering his mouth with one hand. 

After chewing and swallowing, Jimin smiled and said, “I’m so sorry for the wait! I knew I should’ve just taken my lunch out here.” 

Jin and Yoongi both frowned, not liking the implication that the omega was skipping his breaks. The betas already felt protective over him just from their limited interactions. 

“Well, we’re sorry for interrupting,” Namjoon responded, trying to comfort the omega. 

“Don’t be silly! I’m happy to have such nice customers,” Jimin said as he looked down to make sure he didn’t drop any food on his shirt. He realized that he had one overall strap undone and he had forgotten his apron. “Oh goodness, I am a mess today. I will be right back.” 

They all watched him speed off to the office while clipping his strap back together. His overalls were lavender with white polka dots and a little more form-fitting than others they had seen him wear. Without the apron covering most of his body, they were able to appreciate his curvy waist and plump thighs. 

“God, he’s so adorable. We need to ask him out already,” Hoseok whispered as they all had their eyes on the office entrance instead of the baked goods. 

Jimin returned with his apron tied neatly around his waist, looking calmer and put together instead of rushed as before. “Okay, thank you so much for waiting. What can I get for you?” 

After giving their order, Jin and Hoseok were torn on addressing the moment they witnessed earlier in the week. They wanted to show their support and try to dispel some of the omega’s potential worries that lingered from the interaction. 

“Um, Jimin?” Jin asked, realizing it was the first time he had addressed him by his name directly. 

The omega looked a little startled, pausing his motions of putting their box together. “Yes?” 

“I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry about what happened with that woman this week. I know it isn’t my place to apologize, but no one should ever speak to you that way. I think you did the right thing by kicking her out; it was very respectable,” Jin explained. 

Jimin’s face paled, trying to stop his eyes from widening and tearing up. His omega was begging him to get out of there as he felt pure embarrassment at them witnessing that conversation. It never really hit him before that moment, but now something in him shifted at knowing they had heard someone call him fat. 

Although Jimin didn’t consider himself to be fat per se or fat to be a bad thing in general, his thoughts were spiraling as his brain was screaming that this pack he daydreamed about probably had no interest in someone like him, especially after hearing someone speak about him in that way.

Trying to ignore those feelings, Jimin attempted a smile and stuttered, “I…uh, thank you. I didn’t realize you were here to see that.” 

They all sensed the omega’s switch in demeanor and immediately wanted to comfort him or possibly scold Jin for bringing it up. Rather than his typical drawn-out packing of the box with light conversation, Jimin made quick work of gathering their chosen baked goods and ringing them up on the register. 

Suddenly, Taehyung made a decision and spoke up. “Jimin, would you like to have dinner with us tonight?”

Jimin’s head snapped up, owl-eyed with surprise as if he never expected that to be a possible question from them. He considered turning it down purely out of his own insecurity before he decided to accept. Even if it was out of pity for witnessing what Jimin saw as humiliating, the omega was grateful for their kindness.

“Oh…um, yeah…yes, I would love that.” 

—

After their dinner together, the pack knew they could never let Jimin go. The courting started immediately and the omega was blown away. Even though this group courting him was in college, they all clearly were mature and secure both financially and emotionally. 

His parents were thrilled, happy to hear that the bakery was thriving and Jimin was not alone up in the big city. He was spending his evenings at their shared house and at least one or two of them would visit the bakery throughout the day, even offering to help behind the counter. 

The courting process also taught Jimin a few things.

Pack relationships were more beautiful and loving than he had ever expected after coming from a single couple home. 

Jimin very much enjoyed being spoiled, constantly receiving gifts of all sizes from all six pack members. 

And most importantly for him, they fully supported his aspirations to be an omega business owner and had no intention of limiting him once they mated. 

Something else Jimin realized that went hand-in-hand with spoiling him was their encouragement and dedication to keeping him well-fed. Jin and Yoongi were wonderful cooks, always bringing him prepared lunches and serving him healthy portions. 

All of them had jumped behind the counter at the bakery to help in different ways. Jin and Yoongi learned house recipes and helped Jimin prepare batches for the oven. Taehyung and Hoseok were fantastic with customers, willing to serve tables and fulfill orders. Namjoon could man the register with ease and Jungkook was able to do a bit of everything.

No matter what position they were filling at the bakery, all of them would make excuses to feed Jimin throughout the day. Under the guise of taste-testing or ‘sharing’ the baked goods with him, the omega quickly realized that he was eating much more of his products than ever before. 

As they were the ones initiating and the never-ending praise Jimin received from them, the omega couldn’t bring himself to worry about the effects of his indulgence because he was not naive to it. He caught on pretty quickly to them making excuses to give him bites at the bakery or the extra spoonful in his portion of dinner. 

Jimin felt the effects after the first few months of courting. He had always been on the curvier side, but he was definitely filling out more and more as time went on. 

His overalls which had fit the same for years started to get tighter on his hips, hugging his body and highlighting the new softness on his frame. His cute, little tummy being constantly filled with sweet treats had started to become rounder, taking up more space and pushing out against his clothes to the point of needing to extend his straps. 

With the way his new pack took any chance to have their hands on him, Jimin found that his confidence and appreciation for his body actually grew in tandem. Between his strong composure and the new scents he wore like perfume, those comments from rude customers were things of the past. 

Their months-long courtship came to an end and Jimin accepted their mating proposal - all of it lining up perfectly with the pack’s graduation. They planned to move in together and mate within the next year.

All of the excitement fulfilled Jimin’s desires and he had to admit that he had never been happier - a successful business from his own hard work and a pack of six incredible future mates. 

However, there was one thing that nearly brought him to tears, admittedly a bit dramatic but still painful. Jimin outgrew his beloved pair of black, daisy-print overalls.

He had been getting ready for his opening shift one morning, having slept at his own apartment the night before. Jimin grabbed them off the hanger and noticed the resistance as he tried to pull them over his thighs and hips. Once he managed to wiggle them up his waist, even unbuttoning the two extenders on the side didn’t help them sit comfortably on his body. 

Jimin was already running behind so he threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie he had stolen from Namjoon, feeling wrong to be entering his bakery without a pair of overalls on. He tried his best to tamp down his distress knowing that Jin and Taehyung would both be in that morning to help him open. 

Due to his already heightened emotions, Jimin finally let the tears fall when he put on his apron. He always tied it around the front, making a lovely little bow that sat on his middle, but this morning, the ties on his favorite yellow apron didn’t have enough give to be tied when he wrapped them around front. 

Jimin’s brain tried to offer him some excuses like his upcoming pre-heat causing bloating and the thickness of the hoodie he was wearing compared to his normal clothes, but he knew that wasn’t the case. The apron faced the same fate as his overalls due to his growing figure. 

And, in any other moment, Jimin would have found the apron realization endearing - a physical representation of how well his pack loved him. However, outgrowing his overalls hurt as they had become almost an armor in a sense, a part of who he was and a connection to the success of his bakery. They were also a gift from his mother, one of the first patterned pairs that he treasured. 

Jin and Taehyung nearly sprinted inside once they caught the bitter, burnt smell after opening the back door. They both became concerned that Jimin was sick considering his dressed-down outfit and disheveled state. 

“Jimin! What’s wrong, baby?” Jin called out as he entered the kitchen, Taehyung a few steps behind him. 

Jimin hiccuped and tried to stifle his sobs, allowing both of them to wrap him in a tight embrace. He was instantly comforted by their scents and gentle touch, an oddly familiar sense of embarrassment now that he was preparing to explain the reason behind his tears. 

“I…uh…” Jimin started before letting out a wet laugh, toeing the line of self-deprecating. “Sorry, I’m being ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Talk to us, what’s going on?” Taehyung replied, refusing to let go of the omega until he had answers. 

Between his quiet tone and his face tucked up against Jin’s broad shoulder, Jimin’s words were mumbled. Jin and Taehyung both asked him to repeat what he had said, still slightly tensed with the expectation of something horrible. 

Jimin pulled away with a pout on his face, bottom lip almost quivering. “My favorite overalls don’t fit anymore.” 

Jin kissed his forehead, continuing his gentle massage on the omega’s back. “Oh, Min, I’m sorry.” 

Taehyung really tried his best, but he could not hide his smirk from knowing they were the reason their omega had filled out so nicely. Although, the alpha was aware that Jimin truly loved his adorable wardrobe and instantly put that in his pocket for later. 

“Why don’t Jinnie and I go get started in the kitchen while you head back upstairs and change? It will make you feel better, babe,” Taehyung offered, trying to sound light and encouraging. 

Jimin thought it over and nodded, removing his apron and handing over the day’s menu so they could get prepped. Jin collected the ingredients they needed while Taehyung texted the group chat about the tense morning. 

The mood had completely shifted when Jimin returned from changing. He had picked a simple pair of regular denim overalls that did fit but were reaching the same fate as his other pair. The omega looked perfectly content though as if just simply wearing his preferred clothing was all he needed to feel better. 

—

A month after that harrowing morning marked one year since they started courting Jimin and it was the day they had all been awaiting. They were moving into their shared home, albeit, a little stressful for Jimin who had entered pre-heat a few nights prior and would be in heat two weeks from now. 

His pre-heat was a nice incentive to move quickly since Jimin was desperate to pull the others into a comfortable nest with him. Thankfully, the tears had been a one-time thing as the omega explained it wasn’t his confidence or body image that was affected, it was truly the loss of his favorite outfit.

Jimin was in the living room helping Hoseok and Jungkook hang up pictures when the others joined them. Taehyung was holding a pretty large gift bag out toward him with a wide smile which Jimin accepted with a confused expression. 

“What’s this?” 

“Just a little housewarming gift from us. We have all been living together for a while so it felt right,” Taehyung explained, clearly excited to see the omega’s reaction. 

Jimin was endeared by their sweet gesture and placed the bag on the coffee table to start opening it. Once he removed the tissue paper, he gasped and looked up at them with teary eyes. “Oh my god! I love you all so much!” 

Holding them up in front of him, Jimin looked at a brand new pair of black overalls that perfectly matched the pattern of his old ones - bigger than the originals, big enough for more room to grow. 

Excitedly digging through the bag, Jimin found three more pairs of adorable overalls with pastel colors and pretty patterns that were appropriately sized for him now. He looked up at all of them with a wide eye smile and crossed the room to throw his arms around Taehyung first. 

“Thank you,” Jimin whispered quietly into the alpha’s ear, falling in love with them all a little more each time they make him feel so cherished. He spread his love throughout the room, ending up doing a little fashion show once Namjoon suggested it. 

They watched him change without a second thought in the middle of their living room, giving the pack a lovely showing of the omega’s velvety curves and rolls. Even though the new overalls were sized-up, Jimin’s round backside and plump belly were still on display for their viewing pleasure. 

What Taehyung may not have mentioned to Jimin was the fact that he purchased a few more pairs than just the ones gifted that day. Realizing how important those black overalls were to their omega and how significant his appetite was, the pack determined that buying a pair of the next sizes up was necessary. 

What Taehyung may not have mentioned to the entire pack was the fact that he also found maternity overalls in the same pattern and he may have added a few of those to the cart as well. Call it wishful thinking, but he saw pups in their future and even if there weren’t, Jimin’s belly was on its way to warranting the extra support anyway.

[ssuminshan-official]

FINALE!!!!!

Yao sits with his legs crossed, while hitting his hand with his fan. His team dimple were standing behind him whereas holding a serious death stare.

As expected by him, he looked as if he held all the power in the world.

Yao: bring him in!

Yes Huangdi!

Armed guards: *entering with Huaisang*

Yao: you guys can let go of him, but stand on your guard.

Sure Huangdi.

Yao: *smile* Huaisang, Huaisang, Huaisang.

Huaisang: San ge.

Yao: I was waiting till after the wedding.

So..... you were trying to manipulate my staff.

Huaisang: I....I don't know....

Yao: and you wanted to use er ge to kill me?

Huaisang: ..........San ge, I can explain.   

Yao: you can tell me. But I won't be amused.

Anyways speaking of amusement, Team D.

Xue yang: *lifts chin* yes emperor.

Su she: *rests his hands on A-Yao's shoulder.

Mo xuanyu: *strokes hair* you called?

Yao: he's all yours. Go mess with him.

Huaisang: no no, not team dimple!!! Please, San ge! They'll torment me.

Yao: do you want to be mauled by foxes?

Huaisang: ok fine, I prefer team dimple.

Yao: now tell me. What's the reason behind all of this.

Huaisang: no!

Su she: *kicks him* don't refuse him!

Xue yang: *touches nhs's face with a knife* you better open up. Or I'll open you up.

Huaisang: *trembling* I'm too handsome to die. Can you put away the knife. And I told you my plot already!

Mo xuanyu: see what I told you! Don't get on the wrong side of team dimple! Who cares if you told us! Confess your crimes.

Yi: my Huangdi, your tea.

Yao: lovely.

*sitting upright while sipping his tea*

Mo xuanyu: *sets huaisang's fan on fire*

Huaisang: nooooo, my fan!!!!

Xue yang: what a lousy little villain.

Crying over a fan.

Su she: you really think you can hurt him! You have to go through us first!

Mo xuanyu: where are his fans and NSFW comic books?!! I'll burn all of them to the ground!

Huaisang: I beg you! Leave my collection alone!!!

Yao: A-Yi, do I look cute?

Yi: yes your majesty.

Yao: I have used a new floof oil.

Yi: how delightful.  

You could never stop being the cutest hulijing ruler.

Yao: aww

Huaisang: don't touch my stuff....I'm ready to tell. San ge!!

Yao: what now. Can't a hulijing emperor talk to his eunuch.

Huaisang: San ge, I did it because I want fame and power! And that will only happen when you're gone!

Su she: *slaps*

Fuying: treason!

Yao: *laughing* it's fame and power you want. Didn't dage straighten you out? *sips tea* 

Huaisang: yes! And I'll get everything to get it!

Su she: *grabs Huaisang by the hair* what to do with him!

Xue yang: throw him in the cold palace again.

Mo xuanyu: he doesn't deserve that.

Yao: *sighs* Feng, Chuan. Escort him to Qinghe.

Both: yes Huangdi!

~~~~

THIS IS THE END OF THE HULIJING EMPEROR!

BUT A PART 2 IS COMING SOON! 🌼🌼🌼✨️✨️🦊🦊🦊.

Xue yang: there will be more chaos.

Mo xuanyu: must be.

Xue yang: i wonder if we can light Xichen on fire.

Su she: lol or barbecue him.

Yao: no, please don't cook Xichen.

Xue yang: why Jiggy?! They're asking for more chaos!

Yao: who?

Xue yang: the readers.

Su she: yea, Huangdi, the readers are threatening us. If we don't give them more chaos, they'll stab us with a sword.

Mo xuanyu: I'm too cute to be stabbed.

Yao: heehee. You don't need to threaten team Dimple. Of course, part 2 will have more chaos.

Rusong will be 17, but still cute.

Mo xuanyu: yea, at least there's Song'er.

Su she: and Huangdi will still be our glamorous Huangdi.

Yao: anyways. Keep reading. *smile* I'll make you some tea to stay energized.

Xue yang: and some candy!

Now stay tuned to see if team D will barbecue Xichen.

Mo xuanyu: stay gorgeous!

But you can't be as gorgeous as Yao gege. That's scientifically and mathematically impossible..

Part 2 of the hulijing emperor will be posted here:

Thanks for reading!

In book 2 ~~ Rusong and A-Qing have a crush on each other, A-Yao and team D are still fab, Xichen lives in Jing Manor, Meng Shi arrives~ and takes her rightful place as the sweet, sassy and savage empress dowager.

Also Huaisang works for Zixuan.

Please do read the second book for more fun!💖💖💖💖💛💛💛💛🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

[numbugwritingblog]

The Miracle Mind of Serene: the Tale of a Girl and a Ghost (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

Index

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18/01/2018

Serene swung back in her chair as she turned to face her phone, her telekinesis typing away at the computer without her even looking. “So! First of all, Mortis, I’m going to need you to gather up all of the information you can think of about Richard.”

“Well,” the phone blared out in that deep, distorted voice that it had whenever Mortis was talking through it. “He’s a bitch.”

Serene shook her head. “No, no, I mean anything that can help identify him. Stuff like surname, species, address, age at the time you, er… died.”

“Well…” Mortis paused for a moment, the only sound being that of Serene’s keyboard going clickety clackety on its own. “He was around 20, 30 years old, and… well I don’t know what his address was, but the people he brought into the United Federation arrived by boat on the South-East coast, and he’s a rat - that’s both literal and an insult.”

“Mortis, you can’t just call someone a rat like that.”

“... He’s a bitch. Is that there.”

“That’s… I suppose…” Serene turned back to the screen as the keyboard finished typing, her initial search starting. “Say, when did you die again?”

“1967.”

Serene stopped entirely, slowly turning in her seat to look at the phone. “... The 60s? Do-... Do you know how old he’d be then?”

“Yeah, yeah, he’d be like 50 or something.”

“No, he’s going to be 70 at the very least, maybe even 80.”

“... Fuck me.”

“He’ll be an old man who’s lived through most of his life by now,” Serene explained. “You sure you still want to find him? And not, I don’t know, find something else to do?”

“No. Finding him and drinking milk are the only two things I want now.”

“But-” Serene blinked in surprise at that last statement. “Wait, milk? I-”

“Milk is fucking delicious.”

She shrugged. “Alright, fair enough… But, well, what are you really going to do once you’ve found him and you’ve given him a piece of your mind?”

Mortis was quiet for a moment, before speaking up. “I assume I’d just fade away on the spot, like this is that unfinished business kind of deal.”

“You assume?” Serene asked aloud, staring at Mortis for longer. “Don’t you know what being a ghost even means? Maybe from other ghosts or-”

“Nah,” Mortis interrupted her outright. “I’m the only one I’ve ever known of, so I have to guess at what’s going on.’

That was when the doorbell suddenly rang, Serene flicking her head over to the approximate entrance.

“Eugh,” Serene grunted out as she rolled her eyes. “Just a moment, Mortis.”

“Why? What is it?”

“Oh, probably just a fan wanting to meet me,” she explained. “I always get some from time to time. Hard not to be famous when you’re the only psychic in the world.”

Mortis let out a huff, dropping out of the phone and following along behind Serene.

Serene immediately put on a smile moments before opening up the front door.

What she wasn’t expecting to see was a male buffalo in a suit, his I.D. labelling him as a government agent. “Serene Cirillo, you’re under arrest.”

Serene paused, her eyes slowly going wide as her smile faded very quickly. “Wh… Under what charges?” she mumbled out. Already her body was getting tense, hand clenching the door handle tightly.

“You violated your official agreement and went off surveillance”. The officer moved aside to escort Serene out.

Serene cleared her throat, holding out her hand. “Let me get my lawyer, because there’s clearly been a mistake-”

“At 9:01 PM last night you went off surveillance without approval.”

Serene glared at him, her eyes starting to have a faint white glow. “... I got approval. You can check the voice logs at 6:13 PM yesterday, the 17th.” She didn’t question how she knew the exact time down to the minute, right at this moment she knew something was wrong. Afterall, how could they forget? They never forgot.

The officer didn’t react beyond speaking further. “It likely is a misunderstanding, then, but until it’s cleared up you’re coming with us.” He then moved aside to give Serene the chance to walk out peacefully.

Serene hesitated, before seeing Mortis pass by and possess the agent right in front of her. “Mortis, no!” She held him in place, Mortis unable to even check the agent for any weapons. “Get out of him, now!”

“You know it’s bullshit,” Mortis hissed out in the officer’s voice. “There’s no way that they just-”

“Just stop,” Serene cut him off without pausing. “This is just going to make things worse. I’ll just get this misunderstanding sorted out, it won’t be long at all. Please.”

There was a long pause. Before finally Serene could see Mortis leave.

Serene then let the agent go, watching him drop to his knees as he hacked and coughed.

“I am following you now,” she explained immediately. “I am exercising my right to remain silent.”

The officer glared at her, but said nothing else as he let her lock the front door before cuffing her and bringing her along.

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“Name?”

“Serene Cirillo.” God, even in interrogations Serene was still being asked the same routine.

“Age?”

“21.” Not a single thing had changed, despite the fact that it was a police officer instead of a neuroscientist.

“Occupation?”

“Can we just skip to the actual interrogations please?” Serene complained, getting to her feet. “It’s me, the psychic girl, and I can prove I’m the psychic girl real quick by using my psychic powers.”

With that she lifted herself off the ground, hovering for a few seconds before she landed back down. “Is that good? Do you believe that I’m the psychic girl now?”

The officer looked to Serene with a raised brow, but sat down in his chair all the same. “My apologies, miss Cirillo, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Serene dropped back down onto the chair, putting her hand on her forehead. “Thank you, it’s just… It’s been stressful. Today and yesterday.”

The officer nodded. “I understand why it’s so stressful, but hopefully we can resolve this swiftly. It says here that you’re under supervision due to your unique psychic powers.”

Serene didn’t say a word, instead nodding.

“And it says here you’re under arrest for endangering others via illegally interrupting that supervision-”

“6:03 PM yesterday, I rang up to organise my given week of no surveillance,” Serene repeated. “It’s in the logs.”

“I’m sorry, miss Cirillo,” the officer said with what seemed to be a genuine look of disappointment. “But the logs have already been provided, and there was no call from you yesterday.”

Serene’s eyes began glowing white again, silent as she processed this information. “... It must have been tampered with, then. I can provide evidence, too.”

The officer raised his brow again, looking back to Serene. “And what evidence is that?”

“Oh, it’s-” she paused, cogs turning in her head. They couldn’t have forgotten. And… And Mortis had to turn the surveillance off on her end… Why is she only realising now? They’re doing this on purpose. “... Actually, can I speak with Mortis first, please? He’s the ghost that’s been following around.”

The officer was very clearly trying to hold back a laugh, every fibre in his being telling him that laughter was a very poor action to take. Despite all of that, he still failed, a quick chuckle escaping his lips. “R-right,” he said, trying to regain composure - but it was already too late.

Serene blinked, looking over to the ball of fire that only she could see. “Mortis, can you hear me?”

Mortis obliged and flew into the officer, his posture abruptly changing. “Yeah, yeah, the sooner you’re done with this the sooner we can get back to business.”

Serene gave a nod. “Right. Before you even answer me, just ASAP, can you fly back home and into my phone, please? Guard it, just in case-”

She saw Mortis leave the officer’s body as he flew directly up.

At that same moment, the officer was hacking and coughing intensely, almost falling off of his seat. He slowly sat back up, eyes wide in realisation that he was just possessed for nothing more than a brief conversation. “You- the ghost- I-”

Serene nodded. “I haven’t been lying at any point in this interrogation, I promise.”

The officer let out a heavy sigh, getting to his feet. “Well for your sake, I hope you’re right. Don’t worry about Mortis, we’ll make sure the phone stays locked up in evidence until it’s time for the court case.”

With that, the officer turned and left the interrogation room, leaving Serene sitting there alone.

He turned to an officer that was waiting just outside, whispering into his ear. “There’s evidence in her phone, wipe it immediately. Don’t bring any weapons, and stick to a group of three or larger at all times. We don’t know what this ghost is willing to do, but he is real.”

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Mortis had made his way back to Serene’s home (knowing full well in the back of his head that Serene’s bleeding heart was going to make him make it up for the unfortunate driver he used to get here).

The door was still locked, but that was no trouble, as he just phased through the door to get to the other side.

Guarding the phone… was going to be boring. As Mortis prepared himself for the dull task, he noticed something.

Serene’s computer was still on. And it was on a webpage. He slowly moved into the computer monitor right away, looking to see what he could.

…

He couldn’t scroll.

After a few awkward moments of moving between the monitor and the mouse, he managed to see what was on this webpage. Information on Richard. It looked like he founded a restaurant called the Delicious Den.

He could just go there, and linger until he found the little rat and-

Oh, he loved it so much.

… But they knew he’d be searching for Richard now, surely. Now it’s only a matter of Richard changing restaurants and he’d be back at square one. He couldn’t have that.

At least now he was getting help from that naive little girl, at least now he had a back-up if things went back to square one. So when he left the monitor, he made his way into the phone. He then lifted the phone up all the way to the roof. Might as well make it impossible to spot while he waited.

…

He might be able to make the machine do whatever he wanted, but that didn’t mean he knew how to navigate the web. Maybe now was the time to practice, while he’s stuck inside.

He tried to use this fancy schmancy search bar to find something to watch.

a… c… t… i… o… n… space… m… o… v… i… e… s…

…

Enter?

Ahah, that worked!

… What is all of this rubbish? Why does it look so fake? And why’s this one called volume 2? Guess they just can’t make movies anymore…

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25/01/2018

Serene was confident that she’d come out of this court case with a success. Her lawyer was unusually incompetent, and the prosecutor was a clear expert, expertly weaving his words into compelling nothings. By all accounts, anyone would think this was a complete disaster.

But thanks to Mortis, she knew that her phone was safe.

And right she was, as when it came time to present that phone to court, the evidence that she had made the call was right in there, time and everything. Even despite the prosecutor trying to argue that the audio was faked, there was nothing he could say to throw it away as evidence.

So she was rather pleased with herself as she walked out of court as they pronounced her innocent, even managing to successfully argue for a full month of no surveillance. It was while she was walking out that a grizzly bear stepped out, wearing a government suit. It was the person in charge of her experimentation, General Thomas.

“Congratulations on the court case,” he spoke warmly, extending a hand. “I hope there’s no hard feelings, miss Cirillo.”

Oh, there were plenty of hard feelings. But Serene didn’t share any of them as she shook his hand. His grip was unusually fierce, her hand even hurting a little from it. “It’s okay, General. But I will be making sure the surveillance is actually off from now on. Hope you understand.”

He looked her right in the eyes with his good eye as he ended the handshake. Behind the smile Serene could see something focused, calculating.

“Of course, you can never be too careful. I’ll likewise be making sure that this embarrassment doesn’t happen again.”

Serene nodded, stepping to the side. “Well then, I’ll be seeing you for your next scheduled experiment in a month. Might even ask for two hours in exchange. Bye bye~” As she continued walking, she briefly twirled around in order to wave at him, smiling wide. Now it was a simple case of making her way to the bus stop.

An ear piercing, high pitched screech rang out from her phone, immediately followed by an annoyed huff from Mortis’s hellish voice.

“Wait for me, why don’t you?”

Serene let out a small giggle, turning the voice speaker off before putting the phone to her ear, as if she was making a phone call rather than talking with her ghost friend. “I did, I was talking with the man who was probably behind all of that. The big grizzly bear.”

“Oh him? He was angry as fuck, definitely trying not to swear in public.”

Serene let out a sigh, slowly shaking his head. “I really can’t believe they’d do this. I spent my whole life trusting them, and… eugh. I’m so glad I can trust you to help me out when I need it, I don’t know what I would’ve done with somebody.”

There was a small silence before Mortis answered. “Of course you can trust me.”

Serene smiled wide. She knew she could trust him, she had made the right call. It was then that the bus arrived. “Just a sec,” she said before lowering the phone.

Once she was on and seated, she brought the phone back to her ear. “And back.”

“Thank god, I was dying of boredom.”

Serene rolled her eyes. “Now that that’s dealt with, we’re going to continue looking into your reunion, aren’t we?”

“Sure am, while nobody was at your house I quickly checked what you left open on your computer. Richard was apparently the founder of some Delicious Den place.”

“Right, but…” Serene briefly pauses to look around, noting that around half of the bus has noticed her, some giving occasional looks, some trying to avoid eye contact entirely, and the few kids that are on the bus staring at her in awe. “... I can’t go as Serene. And besides, I’ve just gotten a big success, I really want to spend the night celebrating.”

She heard the long, drawn out groan from Mortis. “Fine, fine. But we’re going there tomorrow, no matter what.”

---

General Thomas was slumped in his office chair, his grip on his mug unusually tight. He was glaring at the files, just knowing what the week’s papers were going to say.

Psychic Girl Found Innocent Thanks to Supernatural Intervention!

All of his plans with experimentation on this psychic girl, ruined because of this stupid little ghost! This was going to set him back years if he can’t find a way to control the situation! Where did he even come from?!

No, no, he couldn’t let failure distract him, no matter how much it humiliated him. He had to figure out why Serene had searched up information about this ‘Richard’ individual, and why this ghost is helping her. Hopefully his employees have already-

“Sir.” He didn’t move, but his eyes glancing up to the agent that entered his office told that he was paying attention. “We’re in touch with Mr. Richard, and he’s asking for our protection in exchange for his information.”

At this, Thomas looked up to the agent, a brow raising. “Protection? From what?”

“From Mortis, sir. Claims that they knew each other.”

General Thomas paused, his frown slowly fading away. This could be the key to solving this little setback. “Very well. Let’s hear him out.”

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Next Chapter

[typically-untypical]

Echoes of the Past - Day 1

Prompt: "Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see."

CW: This story is mostly written from Remus' perspective so it's got the typical Remus expected elements such as cursing, crude language and accidental self-poisoning.

There were a few things that Remus knew for certain. The first was that no one was to be trusted unless they were angry. Angry people were honest. The second was that soap was a delicious drink made by the devil. The last thing he knew, probably the most important thing, was if he ate something weird, he shouldn't believe anything he heard and probably only about half of what he saw.

That was the problem he was stuck in right now. The mushrooms had been delicious, but he was pretty sure that the pink elephants dancing around his room weren't real. He was less certain about the Roman standing in his room. His brother rarely came to visit him, and normally when he did it was only to yell and scream. He never got the companionship he desperately craved from his brother, and he rarely got apathy. 

This Roman was staring at him in horror, not Roman's typical MO, but not impossible, certainly unlikely. Roman was dramatic, and he certainly looked a bit dramatic with the way his face was paling. Maybe if Remus could touch him he could confirm whether or not this Roman was an abarician. Unfortunately, his arms were too heavy to move. At least he could move his head, and he did just that, turning to get a better look at his brother. 

"Remus!" Roman screamed but it sounded like an echo through water, hallow and deep. That wasn't what Roman sounded like, but taking substances did sometimes make his auditory processes work a bit wrong, and again, his brother would be that dramatic. Maybe he was actually here! Remus giggled and smiled up at Roman who had come closer of his own accord, Remus could almost reach him, almost touch him, but Roman touched him first. The possibly fake but maybe not fake Roman began touching his wrist, searching for something and tickling Remus' wrist. It only made him giggle more. This probably wasn't real. Roman didn't like touching him. He had done a really good job creating a fake brother though.

"Hi Hi Prince of Pessimism." No problem with him talking to his own delusions. It would be fun not to be alone for a bit.

"You can't be too injured if you can make jokes at my expense." At least his delusion was as much of a bitch as his actual brother. It made Remus smile. He liked when Roman was angry and fiesty, it was better than the empty nothing-ness. 

"Not injured... high maybe.. or poisoned," He felt his stomach churning and Roman just barely got out of the way in time. "Yeah, probs poisoned." Despite the taste of bile in his mouth he laughed, reaching up towards Roman but just missing the other side's hair.

"What did you do?" Roman seemed to be relaxing a little bit and that was a little less fun. He was funny when he was stressed, and when he was apathetic, he left. Roman also summoned a water bottle, holding it to Remus' lips and helping him take a drink. Was he actually taking a drink of his own water bottle and just imagining Roman was there, or was this the real Roman? The water was too real to be a hallucination, and it felt wonderful to have the cool liquid down his throat.

"Imagination mushrooms, very yummy." Remus explained after draining the water bottle of it's contents. He hadn't realized just how dry his mouth was.

"You didn't feed them to anyone else, did you?"

Remus shook his head. Why would he share his mushrooms? Though, he probably shouldn't have moved his head around. His brain ached as if he had drummed it against the walls of his own skull. "Jan Jan says I'm not allowed." Oh yeah, there was also that. Janus would be mad if he had made mushroom soup and shared it with the others, and Janus was less fun when he was more mad. 

"I think that's for everyone's safety." Roman summoned something, it looked like a brick of algae but Remus assumed that wasn't what it was, because it brother was no fun at all. Whatever it was, Roman put it on Remus' head and it felt wonderful. He hadn't even realized he was too hot, but now he was feeling cool and pleasant. Between the algae and the water, Remus was starting to feel less like physical existence was pain. Though, he was reminded that everyone here was a spoil sport. 

"Normally you're a bad brother, but right now, you're pretty good," he giggle again. "I missed you Ro-ro," and he did. He missed Roman more than he would ever willingly admit. They were brothers, and they weren't meant to be separated.

The Roman figment paused at that, and Remus didn't understand why. It made sense. Roman was a good brother, but not all of the time. He had to want to be good, and sometimes that meant leaving his "evil" twin in the dust which inherently made him bad. Too much of the time, Roman didn't know how to be a good brother, he disappeared and left Remus alone, left him to figure things out by himself, but right now, Roman was good. Right now, Roman was here. Well... maybe.

He was also being very quiet, and Remus didn't like the quiet, so he started singing. He was intentionally being annoying, singing off key and with the wrong words. He knew it would irritate his brother but it was too fun not to do it. It was another test too. The real Roman would probably leave, but this Roman didn't leave him. It was bittersweet, watching as Roman walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"You are so annoying," Roman muttered, snapping and making the thing on his forehead that had been warm disappear and become cool again.

"Yeah, but I'm your brother, so you gotta love me."

"Whatever you heathen from the depths of hades requiem." Remus could almost see a light smile on Roman's face, "Now you need to rest, close your eyes and pretend you are dead... or something."

"You won't leave." Remus didn't want to be alone, being alone when he was feeling this bad was awful, and hard and he hated it. Apparently, he hated it enough that the fake Roman his brain had created shared his pain. The devastation was palpable. 

"No, I won't leave. I'm going to stay right here with you," He said softly, awkwardly patting Remus' leg.

"Okie dokie," He said, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He didn't really want to sleep, but he was tired. Everything felt super heavy, and at least now he wasn't alone. 

"Night Ro-ro."

"Night Re."

When Remus woke up again, his whole body ached in the way it normally did when he ate something he shouldn't have. He was tempted to go back to sleep again, but he knew he was lucid and the room was far too quiet. There was nothing on his forehead to cool his fever and nothing in the room other then the sound of his own creatures.

Roman was gone. Virgil was gone. Janus was gone. 

He had his rules for a reason. He should have never staked his heart on believing in something he saw while under the influence. That was a recipie for the pain he was no experiencing.

Remus was alone, and he had been alone for a long time now. That wasn't changing just because he had few mushrooms. Getting up, he left his self pity in his bed and began making his way to his door. Everything felt empty, but he did the best he could to make sure that it didn't affect him. He walked down the hallway creating his chaos and letting it fill him.

He didn't notice the water bottle that had been sitting on his night stand. He didn't notice the hint of red listening from around the corner, and he didn't notice as a shadow slipped away. 

Remus was alone, but maybe not quite as much as he thought.

@simplestoryteller @fantasticfangirl21 @joylessnightsky @melaniidarling @tsshipmonth2020

[greypetrel]

For the NPC ask: Aisling and Trifles Minutiae and Raina and the Arishok

AND what would Raina and Aisling think of Arianwen?

Ooooh that was interesting! Thank you for asking, Mo! :D

It's quite long, so it goes under the cut.

(NPC ask game -if you see this and want to send me something yes please do!)

Aisling and Trifles Minutiae: She's very anxious about him, she doesn't like people showing up and making her question, what if she get something wrong? It will look like Josephine didn't train her well and that's not something she's risking, by all means. She'll ask for more history books to Josie, beg Radha to explain to her what she read (Radha was always more keen on history than her, she's definitely for STEM or anything practical, and finds it difficult to remember genealogies), pester Cullen on whatever trivia he could remember on king Calenhad (and he could remember quite a lot, they'll spend a nice evening with him rambling over this and that and how cool the Rebel Queen was and her taking notes)(I picture Cullen as secretly a history nerd. More for military history, but a nerd nevertheless.). She in the end got all questions right, but still with THE PRESSURE and looking constantly left and right in rooms to look for him and run the opposite direction. x°D

Raina and the Arishok: Utter respect. She struggles with authority but she can see where his authority comes from and respect it. A lot of things he says make sense to her and she agreed with. Invading the city and hurting civilians was not something she condoned, of course, but he made some points that to her made MUCH MORE sense than whatever the Viscount or Elthina ever said. By the end of Act 2 she was not in a good place of mind (she felt the invasion as a personal failure, all her effort served to nothing. Add the fact that her love life was a shit, she fucked up with Merrill, the thing with Isabela should have been casual but for her really wasn't, Anders confessed and she had to turn him down. Bethany never wrote back from the Circle, her relationship with mother was strained, Garrett was still digesting Fenris dumping her and was colder in general)… If Isabela wouldn't have come back and wouldn't have been threatened, she would have just let the Arishok do his thing and conquer the city, he had strong points, for her, about corruption and how nobles couldn't do a decent job. She didn't care anymore in that moment, she just saw her and her friends horribly outnumbered and… Well. Isabela returned.

And!! About Arianwen...

Aisling and Wen do have some things in common. Aisling would be DELIGHTED to meet and greet all her animals, will coo at each and every one of them (Princess will require some effort, but she'll make it) and for sure will introduce her to Little Brother, Ugo the bog unicorn she helped Dorian resurrect, and all the horses in the stables. And as much as she can get quite chatty when prodded, Aisling has no problems in just vibing with a person and being silent, each doing their own things in close proximity. I don't know how Wen will take Aisling trying to mother her, tho. She'll check if Arianwen eats enough. Will bring her food if she doesn't. She also may try out of curiosity to prod her to talk about feelings with very pin-pointed questions and assumptions. "I saw you with Zevran and with your animal friends, you're very sweet, you know it? Are the knives your defense mechanism because you're afraid to be let down? That's ok, I'm scared of being left alone too, you can tell me." I have the slight feeling it could be too much for Wen and too soon, she'd need more time. She'll understand a knife to the throat and won't repeat the experiment, won't bother her until Wen will signal that she can approach again.

Raina will be much smoother, at least at first. I agree that beside the fact that the world isn't really ready for them to team up, it'd be a love or hate situation, with no middle ground. As for Raina, she's very chill with people until she gets crossed. She'll respect her being silent and won't prod at her too much, she can do the talking for both. She'll let her pet her dog (Beowoof "As the epic hero, do you know the story?") and come to play and pet him whenever she wants, the door's always open. She'll admire her professionality and ability with the blade, will praise her for it and maybe ask her to teach her to throw knives. If Wen has no problems with blood magic or with Merrill, she'll be very chill about her until provoked.

[harrisongslimited]

George Chapter of the Day #4

I Saw Her Standing There

(Please see Chapter 1 for trigger warnings and other information about this story.)

Chapter 4

Her plane landed at Heathrow airport on a usually overcast day in September. Allison slept with an eye mask most of the way, and spent the rest of the time complaining about the stewardess'. Joie remained silent. She couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway.

When they disembarked, as promised, Mal was there with an overcoat on, the collar pulled up high and a hat pulled down low. He was holding a sign with her name. As the other girls went one way, Joie started to go towards Mal.

"What gives?" Allison questioned her.

"Oh, I have friends in England. One of them is picking me up. I'll see you at the hotel a little later," Joie explained quickly and made a breakaway towards Mal.

Allison was still complaining about Joie's preferential treatment as she made her way over to the man with a board with the rest of their names on it.

"Mal!" Joie exclaimed.

Mal held up his finger to his lips in a "quiet" signal. Joie nodded. But once they were in the back of the limo, Joie quizzed him with one question after the other. They waited while the driver got her luggage and soon they were on their way. Where, Joie didn't know.

"It's good to see you," Mal began. "We have quite a trip planned for you. First of all, you are staying with a friend of ours. Her name is Freda. She's the boys secretary. It will be more comfortable than the hotel. Trust me."

"Freda?" Joie asked. "Freda Kelly?"

Mal nodded.

"My sister has a fan club card signed by her."

Mal nodded again. "And she signed every single one personally---I guarantee it."

They were quiet for a moment when Joie spoke. "Mal....why me? I mean why all this? Because I made a scene at the audition?"

Mal smiled. "They fancy you. You didn't care who they were. And you were very good to them showing them all over Los Angeles."

"But I didn't do anything really...."

"More than you know.." he answered.

......,.....

Freda welcomed her with open arms. "I've never been to the states. And California! Sunshine all the time, I hear. I'm afraid we don't see the sun too often here."

They talked until the wee hours...mostly about California and life in London. Freda told her she had been following the Beatles since they played in the Cavern and became their fan club secretary and then their head secretary, working for Brian.

"You better get some rest," Freda told her. "You are going to have jet lag something awful for the next couple of days."

"Are you sure you don't mind my staying here? I had no idea they asked you about this. I am more than happy to go back to the hotel with the rest of the girls."

"Absolutely not," she told her. "My house is yours. At least you have the weekend to get used to the time change. But I think tomorrow night Richie is picking us up with Mo to go to his mum's."

Joie looked at her for a translation. "Ringo. Ritchey. His real name is Richard. I call him Ritchey. Lots of Saturdays we go to his mum's. She's a great cook and loves company," Freda explained.

"And Mo?"

Freda laughed. "Maureen. His girlfriend."

Joie nodded smiling. "I guess they had me stay with you so you could explain the ins and outs. Is anyone else going?"

Part of Joie wished Freda would tell her that Paul was going. But she needed to ignore that. He had a girlfriend and she wouldn't try to undermine that.

"I think George might. He comes along once in a while."

"Well, it sounds like fun. I can't wait to try someone else's home cooking besides my own."

"Your mum doesn't cook?"

"My mom passed away when my sister was born. Blood clot they said. It's part of the reason I'm going to nursing school....maybe I can save someone's life one day."

"I'm so sorry..." Freda spoke up.

"Thanks. But it's ok. My dad has been a good parent. He works a lot now, but he was just a beat cop and kept a pretty standard schedule when we were little. And I have my mom's sister Rose close by. She's keeping an eye on my sister Jordan while I'm here."

"How old is your sister?"

"She's 14 and a huge Beatles fan. She's a member of the fan club and has a card with your name on it taped to her mirror."

"And you?"

Joie smiled. "No time. Taking care of the house, cooking, going to school, shopping, cleaning. I mean I knew of their music because of Jordan, but that's about it."

"And I have to ask you...your name. It's so unusual. Is it short for something?"

"Oh, I know. But my mom was from France. Joie is actually Joy. But rather than pronounce it in French, they just called me 'Joey'"

"Well, it's very pretty and it suits you."

Joie reached over and touched Freda's hand. "Thank you. And thanks again for letting me stay here and showing me the ropes."

......................

Joie slept deeply for nearly 10 hours. When she woke, Freda was gone, but returned shortly with a grocery bag.

"I just ran to the chemists," she explained. "I'm dying for a cup of tea. You?"

"I'd love it," Joie admitted.

"Then George is going to pick us up to go to Elsie's house. Ritchie called and told me."

Joie smiled. She felt at home already.

"Can you tell me how I can call the states? I'd like to let my family know I'm here. Is there a payphone close by?"

"Right on the corner in a red booth," Freda told her. "Why don't you run and call and I'll make the tea?"

Joie nodded. She put on a jacket and went out the door.

She was in England. She couldn't believe it. And she was going to be picked up by George Harrison to go to dinner at Ringo's parent's house. A month ago, "I Want to Hold Your Hand" was just a record her sister played over and over. Now she was going to dinner with 2 young men who had created that music that everyone was playing. It was amazing to her.

As she walked to the corner, Joie wondered where Paul was...if he was with his girlfriend. Freda had told her his girlfriend's name was Jane and she was a beautiful girl and a very nice person. It made Joie feel slightly jealous. But she would never show it. Ever. She was lucky to be where she was, doing what she was doing and would never do anything to jeopardize the trust that was developing between all of them.

Obviously, Freda had been told she was trustworthy or she wouldn't have shared what she had. While Freda was a fan, she was also someone they completely trusted and Joie knew she would not put anyone in a difficult situation.

She thought about Paul. His soft brown eyes and the way he talked to her as if she were the only person in the world. Then she thought about Charlie, her old boyfriend, who really loved surfing more than her.

"Hi, Dad....it's me. I'm here safe and sound."

"Hi honey," he answered. "I've been worried."

"I'm calling from a payphone. I'm not staying at the hotel. I'm staying with Freda Kelly, a friend of Mr. Epstein's. I don't want to stay on the phone long because I know it's expensive, but I just wanted you to know I wasn't at the hotel and I'm fine. I'll send a letter with her phone number and address tomorrow." Joie told him quickly. "Is everyone ok there?"

"Okey doke," he said. "Can you call next week sometime just to check in?"

"Sure. Love you dad and tell Jordan I miss her." Joie told him. "And say hi to Aunt Rose."

"Will do. Be safe. I love you, honey."

"Bye"

And he hung up.

As Joie walked back, she realized that it was the first time she had been away from home. She wondered why she wasn't nervous or frightened in any way. Here she was 10,000 miles from her dad and her sister and she wasn't worried. She felt right at home. Even without the sunshine, she loved England.

....................

George Harrison had a mini cooper. Joie had never seen anything like it. She was used to Woodies --- large station wagons -- Buicks and Pontiacs. She and Freda snuggled into the car quickly as to not attract attention.

"Girls...." George greeted.

And she was not used to the driver being on the right side, driving on the other side of the road, or the speed George Harrison drove at. He curved and whittled his way through the curved streets and something called a "roundabout" threw Joie for a loop.

"I think it would take me months to figure out how to drive here," she finally laughed.

"Well, I never would have lasted in California if I would have had to drive," George admitted. "Driving here is easy. You just have to watch out for tourists---especially from the States. They look the wrong way before crossing the street."

"Ah," Joie offered. "A 'tell'"

"What's that?" Freda asked.

"It's a signal....an indicator.... You can "tell" someone is from America because they look the wrong way before crossing the street," Joie offered. "I'm glad you said that because if I walk anywhere I'll have to remember to really look both ways!"

George Harrison couldn't wait to hear Joie Armagh laugh. It was such a sweet, engaging laugh. He was totally mesmerized by the American-ness of her. Open, smart, focused. Confident. At least outwardly. He wanted to know what was underneath that bright smile and easy laugh.

But he understood. John had spotted her. Paul was charming her. Although it didn't seem to affect her in any way, George knew how well Paul could charm any woman into his life and bed. Was she smarter than that? Too smart to be just charmed?

Time would tell, he told himself. All he had to do was be patient. At least that's what he told himself.

................

Dinner at the Starkey's was like being with family. Joie pitched in putting the food out on the table and helped clean up afterwards. She, Maureen, Freda and Mrs. Starkey chatted in the kitchen as the tea brewed, while Ritchey, Mr. Starkey and George smoked outside in the backyard next to a little potting shed.

Joie couldn't believe she felt so at home. She almost had to remind herself that she was a long way from anything she really knew. But Mrs. Starkey was so motherly, that it almost made Joie miss the woman she hardly remembered.

"Tea boys," Mrs. Starkey called and her son and husband walked back in. George remained outside, finishing his cigarette. Joie went out to join him.

"Used to smoke menthol back home," Joie told him as she accepted a cigarette from his pack. "Who knew England didn't believe in Salem?"

"Gotta go to France for menthol," George responded, lighting her cigarette. "And fags. We call them fags"

Joie took a drag. "Fag it is...." She answered. "You know, Freda is delightful. She's just an absolute gem."

George smiled for the first time. "Yes she is. She's been around since the beginning. Almost before the beginning.

"Do you enjoy being famous?" she asked him softly.

George looked at her deeply. "Not much. I love being in a band, but I don't like being famous."

"Why not?"

"Can't do shit. Too many fans. And Eppy has us on a short leash. Can't do this, can't do that. It's hard to remember all the rules of celebrity."

Joie had figured this was the longest he had ever talked to her. She took another drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke out.

"Is there anything you can do?"

"Not if I want to be a Beatle," he answered. "And frankly, I've been a Beatle in one form or another since I was 14. Unless I want to be a bus driver like my dad was or an electrician's apprentice like I was planning, this is it, baby."

"You seem cynical...."

"I've seen a lot...been through a lot. Lost people. Learned not to trust to easily. It was a hard lesson."

"But you were all so open and trusting with me...."

"You don't give a shit if we are famous. You showed that right off the cuff."

Joie lowered her eyes. "The audition you mean?"

George smiled again. "That and well....you get vibes off people."

"You know...that audition...I'm a nursing student and those girls really would have suffered from heat stroke if you hadn't gotten them out of there."

"Yea, I know. But we were so exhausted. We just sometimes can't see out of our own universes, you get it?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes, I think I get it."

"We'd better get inside. Ringo's mum makes a damn fine cup of tea.

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A Little You, A Little Meme || - Fair is fair. Beth has put Chris on the spot, and like a hero of old, he rose to the verbal challenge. She gives him a skeptical look over the voice thing, because she doesn't herself like it much. It's too soft, too husky, and she's never really lost her bird even after all these years exiled on the mainland. Most people struggle to understand her ~a thing she feels justified in, when they talk too fast or look away and she constantly has to ask them to repeat themselves, or make a fool of herself by answering what she heard versus what came out their mouths~ but then again, she'd asked for his opinion, not to parrot hers. The teeth thing makes her giggle. Even she recognised his admiration after that first kiss, even if she wasn't sure how she felt, other than maybe a little horrified. It had been left in Andy's lap to explain that his sister was different. That in some ways if the world knew, that she'd be considered an abomination. That she was, in fact, descended from a Rokea. A were-shark, who has, in fact, been alive at least since the Edo period. That while she isn't one herself, there are left over traits. Chris hadn't ever looked at her differently. If anything, he seemed more attentive after that. Maybe even worse, when Andy had to explain that she was mentally...ill. That she suffered from bi-polar disorder and sometimes she wasn't herself. She wanted to die of shame, even though Chris promised it didn't change anything. She pushes those thoughts away. She will, however, give him her backside. She might not be the curviest girl on the planet, and Andy often teased that she was so flat she could be mistaken for a two-by-four plank, but as she got older, all of excess settled behind her. She can't fault him for his tastes. "Okay okay, so...all kine bein' fair...an' you already know I'm bro-" she stops herself, knowing he doesn't like when she says that about herself. "-am different dan mos' people...firs' kine attract you to me...You've been my bes' good friend for years. You nevah make fun of me, you were nevah mean. You nevah were afraid despite...alla reasons you should have been. You an' me? Connected, Andy use t' say. Bet dollah f' donut so did Jess." If he can like her voice, she can like his personality. He and his sister had always been like family to her, made even more important when she lost her only real one. Even when she went away for school and made a new friend in Jay, they kept in touch. They wrote and called and texted at all hours, and he'd been the only one there to welcome her home when everything fell apart. "Second? Ya laugh. No no don' shake ya head at me. It's deep, soft and warm. Hearin' it...s'like...like bein' swallowed up in da softest flannel blanket on a New York wintah night. Or mebbe is like champagne...full of light an' bubbles up from da very bottom of you." She reaches out and boops the tip of his nose with one little finger, and the shyest stirrings of a smile. She doesn't normally put things into perspective that way.

"Las' but not leas'? All of you. Like your shape, your presence, ya body. Perfectly built t' like carry da world on ya shoulders or in your arms, an' I know ya do. Mebbe too often sometimes, mebbe for too long. Mebbe no one else appreciates everyt'ing you sacrifice. Dey might not see it, dey may not see you, but I do." She means that more than he can know. But then, before the moment can turn maudlin, she shrugs. "Of course you give da best hugs an' you know what dey say in medical circles. T'icc t'ighs save lives."

[motianz]

??? Square up right now Mo

[baiwu-jinji]

ramblings about 2ha (beware spoilers below)

1. About 2ha’s language. The quality of Meatbun’s writing is a subject of contention among Chinese readers: some readers admire her writing; others find it to be no good. I think this is probably because while Meatbun’s writing is certainly beautiful, it’s also flawed and uneven. At its best, the language of 2ha is rich, vigorous, imaginative, and so poignant and intensely emotional that it breaks your heart with every phrase and every line. But at its worst, 2ha’s language can be verbose, repetitive, inaccurate, and featuring some strange usages that might seem careless.

What I find interesting is that 2ha is a text very fitted for translation, and that’s because Meatbun is very good at using imageries and metaphors to get her point across. Let me explain. Danmei novels set in ancient China tend to use more literary language derived from classical Chinese because of their setting; and idioms, phrases and sentences in classical Chinese are usually pretty difficult to translate and easily lose their original meaning, poeticism, conciseness and elegance in English translations. This is how I generally felt when reading other danmei authors such as MXTX, Priest, and Meng Xi Shi (especially Meng Xi Shi). While Meatbun also uses plenty of classical Chinese, she uses imageries and metaphors even more profusely; and imageries and metaphors, unlike usages derived from classical Chinese, can be much more accurately translated, and their original beauty and flavour much easily preserved in translations. A lot of the imageries Meatbun used are very original and striking, and they’re one of my favourite aspects of her writing.

2. I suppose because it’s such a dark and heart-rending story where people die like flies everywhere, the main couple take turns dying in various ways, and everyone else is having a terrible time, so those moments of peace and happiness that the characters have with their family and loved ones seem all the more precious in 2ha. And I do find it to be a main theme in 2ha that you should cherish and hold onto your family and loved ones while you still can. Xue Meng realized this too late after the death of his parents and after everything fell apart at Sisheng Peak – he thought to himself that he didn’t want any fame or glory anymore, and he’d do anything just to get everyone back. Chu Wanning in his previous life realized it too late after he was imprisoned by Taxian-jun, so he uncharacteristically stopped to chat with Xue Meng and Shi Mei after he broke into the alternate timeline, because “he wanted to look at them a bit longer, to hear them talk a bit more; it’s something he could never have again in his own world.” As for Mo Ran who struggled to redeem himself throughout the story and knew that judgement and retribution could descend upon himself any minute, he held onto the time he had with Chu Wanning for dear life. He desperately needed those moments of love, kindness, and warmth because when the time comes that he has to go through hell, memories of those moments will be a light that guides him and sustains him; and even if he is to be trapped in hell forever, having those memories of light at least means he won’t have to perish in total darkness.

There’s another related theme in 2ha that’s incredibly persistent throughout the novel – it’s the theme that your loved ones will live on through you after they’re gone. Mo Ran tried to imitate Chu Wanning, or in the words of the novel, turned himself into a reflection of Chu Wanning after Chu Wanning’s death out of immense remorse and gratitude. Xu Shuanglin (aka Nangong Xu) moulded Ye Wangxi into a reflection of Luo Fenghua, and Ye Wangxi started to take on Nangong Si’s traits after his death. Nangong Si himself lived by the lessons that his mother left to him and grew to become like his mother.

3. Another theme from the novel that stuck with me is the theme that love and human warmth can be just as inaccessible and scarce as any material wealth and commodity. This is especially about Mo Ran and Rong Jiu. Nobody cared about what Mo Ran liked or how he felt when he was a kid; and love and affection is a luxury that Rong Jiu believed he couldn’t afford because he needed to concentrate all his energy on survival and self-preservation. Some people are starved of food, and some are starved of love; both situations are tragic and neither should be judged.

4. This is just in case any of my followers who haven’t read 2ha are reading this post: while I do recommend 2ha, I’d also say proceed with caution if you intend to read it. 2ha probably contains more rape scenes than one is likely to be comfortable with, and those scenes can be very triggering. Also the last 100 chapters or so of the novel are absolutely ruthless - there’s nothing but pain, relentless pain, and then more pain, so it got a bit suffocating for me in the end.

[letarasstuff]

Unbreakable Bond

(A/N): This is based on this post and this tiktok

Summary: A big age gap between Aaron's children doesn't have to mean that they are unable to form a strong bond

Warnings: Mentions of Haley's death and failed relationships

Wordcount: 1.8k

✨Masterlist✨

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His life took turns Aaron never expected. It’s not the “Oh, mh, well that was unexpected”-type of turns, I talk about the “God played Cards Against Humanity with angels and decided to make it happen for someone”-type. But looking back he would not want to change a thing.

After Haley and Beth he was convinced that God, the Universe, something out there shared the opinion that romantic love isn’t the right thing for him and Aaron accepted that fact. Even more when he and Jack went into witness protection. I mean, when you are worried about the life of your family being in danger because of a stalker, you don’t think about the beautiful neighbor, who lives next door, right? Right?

Well, without going into too much detail, Hotch did think about her and she about him and vice versa. Everything went good until Aaron received the message that the team found the stalker and that it was safe to come back. He decided to come clean to his girlfriend. They talked about the possibility of moving back to Quantico.

In the end they decided in favor of the move, the final argument was the surprising announcement of her being pregnant. Hotch wants to raise their youngest where his and Jack’s roots are located. But he decides against taking a position at the BAU, instead taking a desk job in order to be more at home. He also has the opportunity to work from home after little (Y/N) was born and continues to do so until she is old enough to go to Kindergarten. Even then he takes two days the week where he stays home. Aaron learned from his decisions and mistakes he made in the past and wants to live up to them and be a better father and husband than before.

And Hotch keeps it to this day, six years later. It’s (Y/N)’s first day of school, while Jack just graduated high school and goes off to college in a few weeks. Even though they have an age gap from twelve and a half years, their parents are sure there are no other siblings with such a strong bond.

Ever since his baby sister’s birth Jack is her biggest supporter, protector and friend. Her first word was his name, though it was more of a “ACK!”, but that’s the best nickname he ever got. As soon as (Y/N) was old enough to comprehend the concept of movies, he introduced her to Star Wars. Since then lightsaber wars out of cardboard pipes are not uncommon. Last Halloween they even dressed up as Chewbakka and Han Solo. You get three guesses on who was who.

“JACK!” (Y/N) runs into her big brother’s room with an excited expression on her face. “Daddy promised to buy me a real lightsaber after I read ten books! With lights and sounds and all! Isn’t that cool?” Jack smiles. Aaron did a similar thing with him. For a certain amount of books he got a reward they discussed beforehand. This way he felt motivated to read and improved writing and reading skills.

“This is awesome. I think that means we have to go book shopping together, what do you think?” (Y/N) is not only the cool kid that has an older brother, she is also the cool kid, whose older brother has a drivers license, a car and a part time job. She nods with big eyes, speechless, because the offer sounds like heaven to her. Getting books and one on one time with Jack after he was really busy with school for weeks? This has to be heaven.

“Ok, then you put your outside clothes on and I’ll tell Dad about our plan.” At that the little girl rushes to her room, not wanting to waste any more time. Jack makes his way down to the kitchen, where Aaron wipes the table from lunch down.

“Dad, I take (Y/N) to this bookstore in DC and we’ll probably go eat ice cream after that. Is that alright?” Hotch looks up at his son. It still feels like yesterday as he told Haley that Gideon is a big no as a baby name. Now he is all grown up and just a few weeks away from the next big chapter in his life.

“Of course, just let me get my wall-” Jack cuts him off. “No need, I want to use this as a kind of goodbye thing. At least until Thanksgiving.” Aaron knows what he means. It’s his last day before he goes off to college and just a couple more until the first classes begin. The family still hasn’t told their youngest exactly what’s going on. Else she would refuse to go to school and go on with her day, insisting on using all the time they have until Jack drives off.

Two hours later the siblings leave the bookstore, both of them having a bag in their hands. Of course Jack's heavier, but both he and the cashier assured (Y/N) that they lift the same amount of weight.

“Uncle Spence will be excited when I tell him that I read Harry Potter, he told me so many good things about it”, the girl gushes. Jack nods, indicating that he is listening. Of course they also picked books that are not that advanced. Still, no sister of his shall grow up without knowing the beauty of the wizarding world. Also, secretly he is hoping for her to turn out as nerdy as he is so they get more things to talk about. His next step is superheroes, especially the Marvel ones.

They converse until they get to an ice cream parlor and order both their usuals. “Do you think you are ready for me to tell you something important?” The older one asks after they sit down at a table. (Y/N) nods, confusion taking over her face.

“Uhm, you know how I graduated from high school? I’m done with school, but I want to get a degree, but for that I have to go to college. It’s pretty far away so I can’t come home for a few months. But I’m back home when Thanksgiving is and also for Christmas.” It doesn’t matter what Jack says, a sad frown has formed on the little one’s face. “Oh. And after Christmas, will you leave again?” He nods and explains when he is off from college and when not.

“We can always skype and write letters. How does that sound? And when you get your first phone, we can even text.” That (Y/N) lights up a bit. For her first year of school she got a stationary set and is eager to use it to this day.

“I’m going to miss you so much”, she says hugging her big brother. Jack pats her back. “I’ll miss you, too.”

The goodbye the next day is a heartfelt matter. Everybody cries, especially (Y/N). She can’t fathom a scenario where her brother isn’t there for her all the time.

The following weeks are also hard for the family. The youngest refuses to sleep alone for the first three days after Jack’s leave. She is more closed off and mainly just does her school work or reads the books he bought for her. By the time Thanksgiving is only away for another two weeks, (Y/N) has read through all of them at least two times.

Her father already ordered the lightsaber he promised her. Unfortunately shipping takes several months, so the little girl still has to wait patiently for her reward to arrive. In the meantime she works on getting the next and she is already pretty close to the comic book collection she wants.

“Sweetheart, can you set the table, please? Your Mom will be here soon from grocery shopping and she will need help getting them from the car into the house”, Hotch calls for his daughter while stirring in a pot.

The little girl nods, putting her stationary set and pens aside to do as her father asked. She is in the middle of answering her brother’s last letter, telling him that she is now the one that usually has to read aloud for the class because of her advanced skill for a first grader.

Just as she sets the last piece of silverware down the doorbell rings. “Sweetie, can you please open it? This should be your mother.” Happily (Y/N) runs up and turns the door knob. Over the last few months she hit a small growing spurt and is finally tall enough to reach it without standing on her tippy toes.

“Mo-” She nearly chokes on her own saliva. The one at the door is definitely not her mother. “JACK!” (Y/N) runs up to him and jumps onto his leg. “Hey Princess. I thought now that you read your books, we need to hold the most amazing lightsaber fight in history.” With a mischievous smile he pulls two from his back, giving one to his baby sister.

It is the most epic fight in history between an elementary schooler and a college boy. They can only be stopped by their parents announcing that it is a tie between both of them and that they have to sit down, else the food gets cold.

The following weeks mostly consist of (Y/N)’s joyous laughs and cuddling with her big brother. She even insists on him sleeping with her in her much smaller bed. On his last night before going back to college, the little girl turns to him in the middle of watching her favorite movie in the living room.

“Do you promise not to forget me when you are away? Because I alway think about you and tell my friends so much about you. I told them you are a hero, my hero, just like Daddy. They wanna meet you because of that.” Jack has to hold back tears at her statement.

“I also think of you so much. All of my friends at college are pretty jealous of me having such a sweet baby sister. Maybe one time you can visit me and I can introduce you to them.” The thought of that makes (Y/N) smile and is a little consolation to the thought of her brother leaving again.

Aaron watches the interaction going down, happy to see the strong bond between his children, despite their age gap. This is nothing like he and Sean were and that is a relief for him and the worries he had in the beginning. It is a sign that he did do some things right as a father.

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[robininthelabyrinth]

3. I have no idea if this time line would work, but MYX and XY get attached to each other, so when the time comes that MYX and XY need to leave Koi Tower, JGY helps them get married in secret and run away to Dongu. Anyways, a few years latter, JGY has a kid that needs to go and people in a removed location that owe him favors! Isn’t that a wonderful combination! A Jin(?) Rusong raised by Uncles Mo and Xue, or whatever they go by these days, would be very chaotic. Bonus: they start a relatively safe demonic cultivation sect, maybe with some guidance from the Nie (has NMJ never been killed by the Jin in this Au?), or more specifically, Huaisang. SL and XXC who got a happy ending decide to check out this no blood line sect (it looks slightly dubious, but surely can’t be to bad! Right?) A-Qing at least is enjoying her new friend -🟪🦋

Should Have Been Listening - ao3

“Let go of me.”

“I won’t,” Mo Xuanyu said, clutching Xue Yang’s arm. “I won’t, I won’t! You’re my only friend here!”

Xue Yang looked down at him in what he thought was mostly exasperation, but might have also been a little fondness – after all, if it’d been anyone else who’d grabbed him, he’d have stabbed them.

He still didn’t know why he didn’t stab Mo Xuanyu, too, but in all honesty, he wasn’t that interested in exploring it. He did what he wanted, and right now, he didn’t want to murder Mo Xuanyu.

Irritating as he sometimes was.

“Little brat,” he said. “I have important business to go do.”

“It’s not something that he ordered, though!”

“So what?” Xue Yang bristled. “I don’t just do what hetells me!”

“But that means he won’t cover for you, and that means you’ll get in trouble!” Mo Xuanyu argued. “How can I let you go all alone to get in trouble? You have to take me with you! What will you do without me? Who’ll keep you entertained and sneak sweets for you if not for me?”

Xue Yang’s lips twitched. Okay, maybe there was a reason he kept the brat around.

“You don’t understand,” he said. “This is something I’ve got to do – something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I’m going to kill a lot of people and get into a lot of trouble, more trouble than ever before. I’ll probably lose my life. How can I possibly take you with me?”

Mo Xuanyu scowled up at him. It was a very weak scowl – barely more than a pout. “You think that’s going to make me not want to come with you?”

Xue Yang’s eyebrows went up. “You cry at the sight of blood!”

“I cry at a lot of things!”

Xue Yang wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was true, Mo Xuanyu cried at a lot of things.

“Maybe if I come with you, it won’t be so bad!”

Yeeeeah, Xue Yang wasn’t going to count on that.

“Or maybe you don’t have to go…?”

“I have to go,” he explained. “If I don’t go, I can’t get revenge, and I have to have revenge.”

Mo Xuanyu blinked up at him.

“I don’t really understand, but okay,” he said, and tugged on his arm. “Let’s go together, then. I promise I won’t cry!”

-

He cried.

He cried a lot.

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“Stop fucking crying.”

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“Just – ugh. Listen. You’re ruining the mood.”

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“If you can’t stop crying, go away. Now. Or I’ll stab you!”

-

“Okay, see, look, I just killed the leaders, see? Just the old men. Everyone else is just locked in their rooms. Once the sect leader comes back, I’ll kill him too, and that’ll be all. Okay? Everyone else lives. I promise. Now stop crying, okay?”

-

“I don’t want to know,” Jin Guangyao said when they got back. “I don’t want to know at all.”

“Good,” Xue Yang grumbled. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Enough people heard about the reason for what you did that opinions are mixed as to whether your actions were the Chang clan’s just rewards for their former misdeeds or if they were actually wrong,” Jin Guangyao said. He looked irritated. “But you still killed high-ranking members of a sect, and you left enough alive that they’re demanding your head on a platter. You’re going to need to run away.”

Mo Xuanyu hesitantly gestured as if he wished to speak.

“Yes, you can go with him. Now that my father is dead, no one cares where you are.”

Mo Xuanyu beamed.

“You’re just going to let us go?” Xue Yang asked suspiciously. “That seems unlike you. What’s in it for you?”

“Oh, I’m not just going to let you go. I’m going to give you money, too,” Jin Guangyao said. “And all you need to do for me is one little tiny favor –”

Pity that that was when Xue Yang stopped listening, too busy staring at Mo Xuanyu’s delighted face and counting all the way he was in for it now.

-

“I’ve always wanted to take care of a baby,” Mo Xuanyu said happily.

“Good for you,” Xue Yang said darkly as he stalked through the streets.

He would rather that Jin Guangyao had needed a body buried and a death covered up or something – and judging by the baby’s perturbed expression, it probably agreed with him. Fuck, maybe Jin Guangyao had meant for them to murder the baby once they got it far enough out of the way. It was just as plausible as Mo Xuanyu's assumption that they were supposed to take care of it.

Damnit, maybe he should have been listening.

“Listen, neither of us are equipped to handle a baby. Go find a woman to help us – someone poor and helpless who doesn’t have any other choice.”

“Okay!”

-

Xue Yang shut his eyes. “What exactly,” he said slowly, “did you think I asked you to get us a woman for, exactly?”

“To…watch the baby?” Mo Xuanyu guessed. “When we’re busy or sleeping? Anyway, what’s wrong with A-Qing, anyway? She’s nice!”

“I’m not nice,” A-Qing said. The damn brat was smirking – and for once it wasn’t his damn brat, but some blind brat with a cocky expression. “I stole your wallet and you burst into tears and it was really embarrassing.”

“He does that,” Xue Yang said wearily. At least he’d noticed the theft this time – all of his lessons in ‘how not to be a sucker and get constantly taken advantage of’ were maybe having something of an impact. Maybe. “For some reason I’m apparently into it.”

He couldn’t explain it any other way.

“…loser.”

“I will stab you,” Xue Yang threatened. “I don’t care if you’re blind.”

“Won’t someone tell me why A-Qing isn’t a perfectly good babysitter?” Mo Xuanyu demanded. He was holding the baby in his arms again – the baby liked him more than it did Xue Yang, which meant that between Mo Xuanyu and the baby, the baby had better self-preservation instincts – and he was trying his best stern scowl which was of course barely more than a pout and a so-called ‘fierce’ expression that made Xue Yang want to laugh.

Not even Mo Xuanyu’s horrific make-up skills could make thatface intimidating. Or maybe it was just that the person behind the face was just so completely unthreatening that there was no help for it?

“Well? Tell me!”

Xue Yan opened his mouth, then shrugged and shut it again.

A-Qing patted Mo Xuanyu on the shoulder. “I’m too young. No milk.”

“…milk?”

“You know. The thing babies eat?”

“…milk,” Mo Xuanyu repeated, only now he looked absolutely heartbroken at having failed the mission that Xue Yang had assigned him almost entirely just to get him out of the way while Xue Yang collected some spare cash and threatened their way onto a ride out of this piece of shit town.

“It’s fine,” Xue Yang said hastily. “We’ll just get a goat or something, I don’t know.”

“Okay, I actually only came here to laugh at you,” A-Qing said. “But now I’m legitimately worried about this baby. Don’t you two know anything? How’d you even get a baby, anyway?”

-

“Stop laughing. It’s not that funny.”

-

“Seriously. Stop laughing, or I stab you.”

“Don’t worry, A-Qing,” Mo Xuanyu said. “He doesn’t mean it! Threats are just how he expresses affection!”

“It most certainly is not.”

“That is absolutely amazing,” A-Qing said, wiping her eyes. “Best thing I’ve ever heard., if by best I mean worse-but-hilarious. I mean. If that’s what he considers affection, what must his flirting be like?”

“No one is flirting with anyone!”

-

“Are you going to leave at some point?”

“Obviously not,” A-Qing said. She’d caught the same ride as them, using Xue Yang’s cash no less – Mo Xuanyu had insisted that it was the least they could do after the whole milk misunderstanding, which was stupid, she ought to be paying them for wasting their time. Xue Yang couldn’t wait to get rid of her, although he had to admit that she’d been pretty useful in terms of putting on the ‘poor sad blind girl and her two brothers all alone in the world’ act to get them a room at the inn at prices even Xue Yang felt comfortable paying. “Are you joking? This is so much funnier than walking by myself. Anyway, I enjoy watching people crash and burn.”

“Aren’t you too young to be such a bitch?” Xue Yang hissed. “And, I don’t know, blind?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t care what you –”

The sound of crying came from the other room.

It was quickly followed by a second set of crying.

Xue Yang felt the onset of a headache.

“…truce?” A-Qing suggested sweetly, as if she knew exactly how much it pissed him off and thought it was the funniest thing ever, which was…probably accurate, actually. “I’ll get the baby to stop crying if you do the same with Mo Xuanyu.”

Yeah, that was definitely a headache. The sort of headache called why do I like that brat.

Mo Xuanyu owed him so much candy for putting up with this shit.

“Fine,” Xue Yang said begrudgingly. “Truce. Temporarily. And then you leave!”

-

“So we live here now, huh?” A-Qing said, looking around the house they’d claimed. “That’s neat.”

“Why do you live with us again?” Xue Yang asked her, though by now he barely even meant it. A-Qing was clearly another one in the same mold as Mo Xuanyu: you just couldn’t say no to her…or, rather, you could, at length and top volume and with threats, only it just didn’t stick. “I definitely did not recall asking you to stay.”

Though it was nice to have someone else around that wasn’t going to get immediately ripped off by literally anyone who came their way. Mo Xuanyu’d started getting conned by the literal infant that they were taking care of – he was completely hopeless.

Also, questionably blind or not, at least A-Qing had no hesitation about beating people with her stick if they struck her the wrong way, which was a life approach Xue Yang agreed with wholeheartedly.

“She’s going to learn to cultivate!” Mo Xuanyu chirped from where he was applying his make-up. “Demonic cultivation, too! We had a whole discussion about it while you were out getting groceries!”

That made a certain amount of sense, Xue Yang supposed. You didn’t need talent to be a demonic cultivator – technically speaking, given his bloodline, Mo Xuanyu was more naturally gifted in cultivation than Xue Yang, which was just wrong on all sorts of levels – and it was certainly more effective a defense mechanism than A-Qing’s stick. If there were two of them, they could protect Mo Xuanyu and the baby more effectively, taking shifts when needed, and Mo Xuanyu, who was also going to learn demonic cultivation no matter how many times Xue Yang had to hammer it into his head, could be the last line of defense, largely since no one would ever expect him to be able to do…anything…and they’d be right, too.

So it wasn’t the craziest idea in the world, only…

“…who is she going to be learning from, exactly!?”

-

“Have you ever considered charging for your skill in teaching cultivation lessons instead of your skill in stabbing people?” A-Qing asked one day. They were lying on the ground and having the corpses they’d raised fan them to try to reduce the temperature – it was that sort of day. Also, Mo Xuanyu, who might’ve objected, wasn’t around. “You’re not actually that bad at this. Might be more profitable, and less work. Just a thought.”

“Shut up. I’m great at stabbing people.”

“Yeah, but then after a while we have to move because people get annoyed at that, and it’s getting a little annoying to have to pack up all the time.”

“We’d have to move anyway. We’re wanted criminals, remember?”

“We could be wanted criminals with a house. Besides, wouldn’t you like to be called Teacher Xue?”

“What? No. Gross.”

-

“So you see, it turns out that they were teaching demonic cultivation in a safe and organized fashion,” Xiao Xingchen explained enthusiastically. “They’d even gathered up their own little sect! And of course everyone heard what the Chang clan did, so there’s no need to worry about them going around and murdering people at random – it was a targeted revenge scheme.”

“We’re working on teaching them regular cultivation,” Song Lan agreed, nodding. “To help mitigate the negative effects of demonic cultivation…well, we started out by just teaching them.”

“It turned out that they’d been secretly teaching all of the local delinquents, too, or at least Mo-gongzi had been teaching a few and Mistress Qing was teaching a few others, and even Sect Leader Xue had a few disciples,” Xiao Xingchen said, politely omitting or possibly having not noticed the fact that Mo Xuanyu had been teaching his ‘friends’ (read: scammers trying to take advantage of him), while A-Qing and Xue Yang had each been trying to form competing gangs and/or obtain lackeys. Xue Yang didn’t mind the oversight, largely on account of the fact that A-Qing had been winning, damn her – he’d kept getting distracted by inventing new things. “And a few of them had real talent – and you know that Zichen and I have always wanted to start a sect of our own, with no bloodline ties –”

“We’re joining their sect,” Song Lan said. “We’ll be leading the orthodox side, while they lead the demonic cultivation aspect – safely, of course.”

“I guess it’s better than them being crazy,” Jiang Cheng said. He sounded dubious. “I don’t like it, but at least all the demonic cultivators can be in one spot, you know?”

He made it sound like they’d be dropping off new ones there in the future.

Like they’d opened up some sort of pet rescue and were taking in unwanted puppies or something.

“Agreed,” Nie Mingjue said. “To the extent that they aren’t causing active harm, containment seems an appropriate remedy here. Who seconds the motion?”

“I do,” Lan Xichen said, and smiled at the newly agreed-upon sect. “Welcome back to the cultivation world, Sect Leader Xue.”

-

“I don’t want to know,” Jin Guangyao said, glaring.

“Don’t worry,” Xue Yang told him. “This comes as much of a shock to me as to you.”

The glare intensified, but that was fine. Jin Guangyao’s facial expressions, however minor and generally overlooked, had been the only thing getting him through that awful, awful meeting just now where people kept trying to salute him and make him salute back and if he didn’t then he was letting down Mo Xuanyu (who would send him a sad look) and A-Qing (who would hear about it from Mo Xuanyu later and then find a way to step on his foot right when he was concentrating on something).

Not to mention their two new resident lovebirds, who looked so righteous and proper from the outside but who also may or may not have accidentally full-on actually resurrected some dead asshole cultivator more or less the first time they’d joined Xue Yang in his demonic cultivation laboratory – which would have been fine, you know, that happened in demonic cultivation though not normally to quite such a wow-is-he-actually-alive extent, except that the guy’s intermittent moments of clarity suggested that his two new sect members might have just brought back the Yiling Patriarch himself, which was going to make all of them wanted criminal again the second anyone found out about it.

Ugh.

Being called sect leader was completely not worth this shit.

Xue Yang comforted himself with the reminder that later today he was planning on publicly introducing Jin Guangyao to the Xue sect’s head junior disciple “Xue Song” and announcing loudly that the brat needed some lessons in manners, that he’d heard that that was Lianfeng-zun’s specialty, and nominating him to take care of the kid while they were visiting.

See how the fucker liked that.

“I always knew Xue-gege could do great things!” Mo Xuanyu said, clapping his hands as A-Qing rolled her (by now, Xue Yang was almost definitely sure not actually blind) eyes behind his back. “As long as I went with him!”