#do you think airplane bro would reply like this

[nekoning]

i made a template/copy/paste thingy to reply to hate/annoying comments based on the system, just in case i need it in the future (hopefully not), based on the idea that cute animals can make people reconsider their life choices

anyways you're free to use it wherever you want (fits inside twitter's character limit too):

[You have successfully unlocked the item: Pet Picture. Please select your next action]

[Welcome to the Shen Yuan Behavior Protocol System. This system operates in line with the design concept "YOU CAN CHOOSE TO BE KIND INSTEAD"]

>be kind (unlock bonus item)

>be mean (game over)

Depending on how they reply:

>be kind

[Congratulations! You have successfully unlocked the bonus item: 2nd Pet Pic. Please continue to help build a nicer fandom environment!]

>be mean

[ FF (Fandom Fun) points -5. Overall fandom environment worsened. Please try to build a nicer fandom environment next time.]

[writing-frenzy]

Beautiful Disaster AU- 2:

:P so the gremlins for this AU won't let go it seems; fitting as I eat noodles I get the author man himself, along with his favorite hater.

:3

Edit: I almost forgor to put a link for part one

Here is another poem/quote thing :3

I'm beautifully broken,

perfectly imperfect,

beautiful in my flaws.

All together I am a Beautiful Disaster.

By Unknown

Again, this fits both SQH and SJ so much :3 This will be set kinda after the Moshang extras, just without the ship happening so far (because rebuilding trust and care, and loyalty takes time, Mobei being patient enough because SQH is worth it, with SQH learning he is indeed worth it, more than worthy.)

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Despite what most think of the An Ding Peak Lord, the glorified immortal secretary/janitor of the Cang Qiong Mountains never misses any time. He has more months, years plotted way in advance then anyone would dream, dates and times printed into his mind with an ever ticking constantly echoing his steps. He plans weeks ahead of anything he can afford to, considering people and patterns he has noticed, procuring orders before they were ever thought to be sent, knowing his martial siblings won't noticed the needed thing until it is too late.

But even he is not all knowing, author god he may be, so when things run out faster than he expected (Ah, embezzlement or incompetence, take your pick of what it could be! Maybe even both, it could be one of those days.) He takes days at a time to get these 'urgent' orders filled, replaced, fixed, or cared for to the best of his ability.

And he can assure you, that you will find no better than him when it comes to time and logistics; he has it down to the minutes it takes him to eat a bowl of noodles, to the seconds it takes to wipe the blood from his hands from yet another sad little assassination.

His days, like any An Ding Disciple, are numbered and ruled by the water, sand, and hands of a clock.

(Needless to say, Airplane sometimes thanks himself for his lazy writing, for example; that regular clocks do exist here, even if they are usually only for the holier-than-thou nobles/too rich to ever think types. It had been one of the first ever things he bought with his hefty Peak Lord allowance, and one of the few expenses he never regrets.)

No, Shang Qinghua never misses any time; he just chooses to skip inconveniences so that he could be spending his valuable time on things that actually do need his attention.

Of course, not like he'll ever let anyone know the difference.

"Liu-Shidi, there shouldn't be any meeting today? I'm pretty sure the next Peak Lord Meeting is when Peak Lord Shen comes to his Peak Next week?" Shang Qinghua whines, feeling the drag on his pale blue An Ding robes as the Ban Zhan War God drags him to the meeting that was in fact today, but knowing his transmigrator bro, will usually put off to next week because Yue Qingyuan is a fucking pushover.

(The man literally let Shang Qinghua back; sure yeah, probably until he at least trains a successor, but the pale blue robed Peak Lord would bet money it was partly because his head disciple terrifies all the other Peak Lords. Not that he can blame them, seeing as Bai Weizhe has finally forgiven him for leaving him behind; the young man's talent and temper is a legendary thing to witness, almost seems a shame he's wasting away at An Ding.)

"There's been a development; Mount Tonglu has settled." was the grim reply Liu Qingge gave, voice tense as his body was, never letting up his grip on his clothes, getting firmer in fact, as if ready for a runner.

"... oh... oh.. OH FUCK!" Shang Qinghua lets himself curse in English, digging through his sleeves for a paper-ah, the good talisman paper, good, good, and his lucky specialized pen he had made just so he could write everywhere, "We're gonna have to hold a conference with the other sects, aren't we? We'll-fuck, have to prepare relief efforts for the common folk, patrols will have to be bolstered and increased-Damnit! We'll have to get offerings ready for the Heavenly Officials just in case..." mumbling to himself, he sends his hastily written note to his Head Disciple as a paper plane, still muttering to himself as Liu Qingge continues to drag him forward to the meeting room, only dropping him once they get inside, knocking him from his stressed filled muttering.

Just to see all Peak Lords are in attendance, with a bonus Luo Binghe even right next to Cucumber bro all grim faced.

AH! Why is there so much work?! Mountain, why now of all times and places do you have to settle? Couldn't have done until Shang Qinghua died or somehow fucking ascended? But Shang Qinghua says nothing, just letting out a pathetic whimper to the disgust of a few of his fellow Peak Lords, though a few do give a sympathetic glance.

Heck, Fan Qingxue of the Alchemy Peak Shoushan and Yao Qingli of the farmers peak Dong Ye look like they want to join him in it; Ah yeah, those two ladies were the ones deathly afraid of ghosts. Since they've always been pretty cool and the ones who gave him the least shit to worry about besides Mu Qingfang, Shang Qinghua thinks he can spare some of his good calming teas and drinks...

Or they can just go straight for Zui Xian's harder spirits (ha).

"As I'm sure everyone knows why we are here, let us get down to business." After Zhangmen-shixiong cuts through his usual bullshit with that simple opening(surprise, surprise), the immortal carries on, "After all these centuries, Mount Tonglu settling bodes ill omens, with it's last settling the precursor to a plague and famine that almost wiped the mortal plane from existence." with those grim words spoken, the atmosphere gets chilling.

"If I recall Zhangmen-Shixiong, it took thousands of desperate prayers and many more offerings before the Heavens answered the call of the people, putting down the cause of it all; a Ghostly Calamity." Yi Qingyao, Peak Lord of the beast taming peak Yanlin, says as her pale, scarred hands reaching up to sooth the twittering little bird on her shoulder. "Will we have to once more rely on their power?" Will they answer us goes unsaid in her words.

While the Heavenly Officials have been quiet for a long time, it is obvious that they are still there, what with prayers still being answered and merits still being met; just more undercover, detective style really. At least, that's how Airplane had wrote it out in PIDW; had to get a few goddesses in the harem some way after all, and having the Heavens be like secret agents in his mind had been funny at the time.

(Though it does put into a new perspective the harem overthrow and everything; hmmm, feels like he should do another house cleaning around now, just in case...)

"As nothing has happened so far, it wouldn't due to try and summon those from higher plane when we don't even know what we will be up against; with no intel about the threat, we don't know if we will need a Martial or Spiritual God." Liu Qingge states, the war strategist coming out in full swing. "It would just be a waste of resources and manpower to offer without any knowledge, especially since we do not know how long the Calamity has had time to settle into their power."

"What do you mean time to settle?!" Fan Qingxue asks, alarm coloring her face even paler than before, hands clenched into her handkerchief; like this, she really does look like a dainty little princess, all big eyes and perfect brown hair, no one would think she would be a treasure hunter the like of Indiana Jones.

"From what is known, Mount Tonglu can be open for years, centuries at a time before the gates of the City of Gu Close, the true regulators of the mountain; it never settles, only until years after a Calamity is reborn does it finally rest, all its energy spent on the new, cruel rebirth." Sun Qingfu, Peak Lord of Ku Xing, answers her with a frown, his regular smile lines stressed from it as he does. "If I may ask, does anyone know just when the Gu City gates last opened?"

By the quiet that happens, the grim face of those who do know, it is not going to be an answer they like.

"... From what was found, it was almost eight years ago." was spoken ever so softly, Shang Qinghua feeling his own eyes widen as his mind does the math;

Almost eight years ago? When Cucumber-bro...

Here, the Ban Zhan War God seems to twitch, jaw clenching for a minute before it smooths away, all emotion erased as he turns to the resident Demon Lord.

Ah, while Shang Qinghua has an idea of just why Luo Binghe is here, sitting at the table with no one bothering to comment on it; considering the Demon Emperor's vast influence, and still in control over a certain, foretelling/divination talented sect, he inwardly pleads with his Shidi, hoping it will get through.

Please do not get into a fight here with the protagonist son! (May his Protag also not start anything please!)

"Has Huan Hua Palace managed to gleam any information about the upcoming Ghostly Calamity at all." Liu Qingge asks Luo Binghe, Acting Grand Disciple of Hua Hua Palace still, even being a Demon Lord as he is. (Though, his son is more of a figurehead then anything, what with Huan Hua needing all the help they can get, at least until they restore their reputation just enough to 'promote' another.)

"... From what the Divinators have said, not much has been managed to be gathered, something seemingly blocking their sights and tools." Luo Binghe says, before looking to the sect leader, a question seemingly in his eye, to which he gets a short nod.

"It seems that both Huan Hua Palace and our own Divination Division have been trying to qualify the Calamity coming to little ends; very few details have been gathered, but I'm sure you have received details of the same city?"

That gets a stark frown on his Protagonist's face, dark eyes flashing a gloomy red before he says those damming words. "Jinlan City."

Eight Years.

Jinlan City.

... Oh Fuck his life with a rusty spoon; this is not the fucking time for a god dammed plague/famine thing!

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"You two bit, sell-out hack of an author! How in the fuck could you leave out such important world building! Just for fucking sex plots!" is ranted when they're alone in the bamboo house on Qing Jing Peak, Luo Binghe being in high demand to work with the other sects as the current head of the golden cultivators. Damn, but is Shang Qinghua glad that's not his problem anymore, even if he feels a bit sorry for the Hua disciples he revived just to take over his paperwork duties.

(What, it's not like he could have used that plot device for himself, considering that the Sweet Dream Seven Petal Rose could only be used on righteous, young souls, both of which he is not. Gongyi Xiao and his little bunch are doing great last he checked, even if they now have a newfound hunger for spiritually dense rocks and plants; still a surprise to have that many good nuggets in such a gilded, slimy place like Huan Hua.)

"Hmmm, more focused on what could get me my rent money at the time, you know, like an adult." Shang Qinghua sasses back, looking over all the reports constantly being sent to him, signing something there, double checking there, burning that paper here. "And considering how Calamities need actual, real deal gods to handle their fucking business, I made the executive decision to just not include them into the story."

"Binghe wouldn't lose!"

"..."

"... No, he wouldn't! He the- He's your protagonist..." here Shang Qinghua looks over to his bro, being hit once more just how young the other actually is, green eyes wide as they take him in.

"Calamities were not named lightly bro; they earn that title through pain, agony, and a resentment that refuses to ever fucking die." Here, Airplane comes into full swing, rambles of a favored topic only an author can understand dumping out, "It was one of my favorite things to plot out in my original draft, I did so much research and writing for what I was going to have as a neutral recurring character for an arc or two here or there, someone who could make the Luo Binghe bow in respect. Calamities were a part of the whole for the reason pure blooded Heavenly Demons were wiped out." he explains, only for Shen Qingqiu to interrupt.

"Because very few Demons or Spiritual Creatures can affect ghosts, so that the protagonist could show off fancy cultivation tricks with his companions or wives." his green clad bro finishes, a death grip on his fan.

"Yeah, had to justify at times why my protag would bother leveling his human side, considering how op his demonic blood was. I figured ghost would be an even playground, while not effecting demons much, couldn't actually be effected that much in turn." Shang Qinghua shrugs, wincing at the pops and cracks as he does, before going right back to his paperwork; he really should have went back to his peak, he really would get more done, but with his favorite hater's memory, it would be worth the cutting into his time if it could jog his own memory of his story.

From what he wrote in Proud Immortal Demon Way, Mount Tonglu was only in one arc of his story, his son having to find the ghost of one of his favored wives to revive her, who ended up being sucked up into the mountain. Luo Binghe had to struggle hard, getting the aid of a sexy Ghostly Cultivator and a Demonic one to help him along the path to find the ghost of his wife. It was a race against time and enemies, ghosts who would rip anyone to shreds, and to ensure his ghostly wife wouldn't gather too much energy from the place so that she couldn't leave.

Thanks to his Sexy helpers, plot amor, and general bullshit plot devices, Luo Binghe saves his dear wife's ghost, revives her, and has some sexy papapa times with all three ladies from the adventure. (Though the two don't actually end up wifed to Luo Binghe from what he remembers.) But despite all the bullshit, Airplane remembers at the time he only wrote the group going as far as the second level, just in the mountain proper, and sure as hell nowhere near the really important parts; the ancient city of Wukong, and the Kiln that attracted all the ghosts in the first place. Otherwise, he would have had to write a fight scene that Luo Binghe could not win.

And couldn't pay his bills; so thus, Mount Tonglu and all its possibilities got shafted, just another plot thread left dangling among the many others he had in the wind, taunting his readers as it were.

One that gives context, but no longer any help with their situation.

After that bit of thoughtful silence, Cucumber bro begins to say something, only for a knock at the door to interrupt them.

"Shizun, apologies for interruption, but the Head Disciple from An Ding Peak is here." that sweet voice can only be from one of his sweetest characters, one Ning Yingying.

"Ah, you can just come on in Bai Weizhe, I don't think-ah!" Shang Qinghua calls, before sputtering as his bro proceeds to spit take all over him, "Gross, seriously gross bro."

All that gets is the stunned, incredulous gaze from his friend, before his rather stunning Head Disciple comes in, looking like he should be the Peak Lord honestly. Really, he makes the light blue and grey of the HD Uniform look like the highest fashion, with those highly noble features and crystal grey eyes. The young man is just missing a crown in that silky black hair, and bam, he'd look the part.

Well, then he'll get that look in those usually gentle eyes and then he'll look more like he should be the Ban Zhan or Qing Jing Peak Lord; just like now, a storm brewing clouds as he takes in the two Peak Lords before him, darkening as they look to his dripping Shizun.

"This disciple hopes he was not interrupting anything? There is unfortunately much work for Shizun to do, and so little time to do it." His disciple says, face perfectly bland even as he ignores any of the custom greetings one should do before their elders, especially those way above in seniority. Raising an eyebrow at his disciple, as while Shang Qinghua could let him get away with murder, decorum and manners are not something his disciples skip on, a tool he has trained them to practically weaponize.

But Bai Weizhe merely smiles like sugar won't melt in his mouth, completely transforming that handsome face into a truly devastating attack, his raging eyes the only give away. Hearing Cucumber bro choke beside him, Shang Qinghua makes to stand up, sighing once more.

"Ah well, just another storm to weather through, maybe if I'm lucky I can just hide away on my Peak or the Northern- I'm not lucky am I?" Shang starts hopefully, only to see the darkening of his disciple's eyes.

"...When the Divinatiors were divining into the future, they managed to find out one more thing." Here Weizhe's eyes flicker, looking down for a minute before back to him, the only sign he gives off he is worried, "When looking to see who would go to investigate, Long-Shigu only kept getting omens of death, no matter who was drawn from the lots..." Here, his disciple takes a deep breath, Shang Qinghua himself now worried for his student, putting a hand on their shoulder to ground them, calm them however he could (along with himself).

"It's only when Shizun's name was drawn to go that the omens lightened at all."

... Fuck, if Long Qingyu, the Zui Xian Peak Lord, the best Divination Master this side of the Jianghu that wasn't part of Huan Hua said so, then it was so...

Damn it to planes and noddles, but he's already missing his bed.

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"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."

By Alexandra Bracken

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Shen Yuan can fully admit, if only to himself, that he might just be, slightly, just ever so slightly, terrified.

Of course, he'll admit this too no one; despite how OOC the System has let him become, how it stays in 'standby mode', some habits have just become too ingrained at this point to change, forged as they were into his shield. It has been both a boon and a bane as it were in his day to day, keeping him together through most storms in his life, even if it's left him sopping wet afterwards.

But in the end, at least he still has someone to warm him up, a calm within that storm to rest his weary body for a time... Even if they truly aren't an actual escape from said storm.

"Shizun, is there anything you need? Anything I can do?" His Binghe fusses, those clear dark eyes of his not able to hide the tightening worry scrunching them, face still beautiful even as full of negativity as it is.

"Just be as ready as possible; we do not know what to expect, with assumptions being a foe that could blind us when we least expect them." Shen Qingqiu speaks, truly trying not to think about it, about just what kind of situation they are about to be walking into, the ruins of Jinlan City just a bit before them damningly, the Base Camp the Cultivation Sects pulled together to create rest less then a mile away in the distance.

'Oh, but how hard it is to not make any...' the transmigrator can't help but think, grimacing behind his fan as he can just notice the stares from others around them, some judgmental, other pitying, but all still obviously looking at them.

After all, eight years ago was the day he first 'died' in this world. Combined with the issues with the Sowers, then the resulting destruction of said city... it didn't paint the best of pictures.

As expected of a protagonist; even after the 'happy ever after', there was still no rest from possible story lines. (Shen Yuan honestly at times was just... tired of them. Didn't he and Binghe, especially his Binghe, deserve a rest?...

He'd rather be caught in a wife plot even at this point.)

"... A-Yuan?" was whispered rather lowly, right into his ear and behind his fan, so no one with advanced cultivation could hear or see what he was saying, "Is this some sort of... event?" His disciple asked, making his Shizun pause in his fanning for a moment, before returning, not even so much of a twitch on his face.

"...That has not made any signs of movement beyond what it has told me and your Shang-Shishu." Shen Yuan answers carefully, ignoring the brief twitch of disgust on his husband's face at the mention of the other man, "It has been quiet since a year ago." At least, from what Shang Qinghua has told him about his months long misadventure.

"... I see." there, just slightly, is a bit of relief in Luo Binghe's face, Shen Qingqiu unable to stop his own weary smile at the sight.

Despite everything, despite how he will never, ever tell his fellow transmigrator, he is grateful the man convinced him to tell Binghe as much as he could about their transmigration.

Even if it felt like a kick in the teeth at the time.

("... Bro." Shang Qinghua has a look in his eyes that makes Shen Yuan freeze, fully reminded, in that moment, in that time, that for all his fellow transmigrator plays around and whines, the man has earned his Peak Lord title, and all that it entails. "You know the tropes, the clinches, the story; what part of keeping all those secrets to yourself seems like a good idea?"

Here he couldn't help but bristle, "And in what story do you see a character actually talk about being from another world, hmm? What can I even say?!" He stops himself from going to hit the other with his fan, the urge stifled as he sees those brown eyes darken as they narrow.

"I've found that as long as I kept it vague, I can get the general idea of what happened across. I've experimented with My King and my Head Disciple, and the only time I was stopped was when I was about to mention the System directly. Otherwise I was good to go..." here the older man pauses, before he sighs even as Shen Yuan gaps, honestly stunned the other man actually tried something like that.

"Look, Shen Yuan, do you want your relationship with Binghe to work out?"

"!! Of course!"

"Then tell him; tell him before it is too late and you really become a foil for Yue Qi and his Shen Jiu." here, hearing his name and the mention of those two, Shen Yuan cannot help but pale, seeming to stop and stare at the bitter author god before him.

"Wha-"

"... Cucumber-bro, for all you remember about my stallion protagonist webnovel, you seem to always forget it's a tradegy at its core..." here the other man just looks so tired, staring into his teacup instead of directing those all too knowing earth colored eyes to him.

"And the promis of love was always meant to be Binghe's greatest weakness.")

"Ah, greeting from this Disciple to Shen-Shishu, Lord Luo." was greeted, Shen Qingqiu nearly jumping if he hadn't already noticed his husband was looking over, even if he did look stiffly over to the voice.

One Bai Weizhe stood there before them, not a hair out of place, his face neutral, calm and as if he probably wasn't plotting how to slit your throat in your sleep. Like he isn't secretly some powerhouse that could probably go toe-toe with Yue Qingyuan and even toy with the man if he felt like it.

"Ah, good day Bai-Shizhi, has everything been completed and set up?" Shen Qingqiu asks, fanning himself lightly, doing his best to pretend that this is just a regular disciple, that their is nothing wrong with them, that he is just a wrong word from breaking out into a cold sweat.

"Yes, this disciple was sent to gather all the participating Peak Lords coming from Cang Qiong Mountains; all preparations have been made, Long-Shigu and Huan Hua Palace saying soon will be the best time to enter the city. I'm sure that these Lords can find the way their themselves?" Shen Qingqiu nearly frowns at this subtle though pointed disrespect, having to gently tap his fan on his husband's shoulder before he can say anything.

"These Lords are capable of it, though it would do Shizhi well to remember their manners; I'm sure your Shifu has taught you better than that?" The Peak Lord comments, knowing if he doesn't say something, then Binghe will-

And while that face is still as calm as before, those eyes giving nothing away, there is something about that pause that says Shen Qingqiu has said the wrong thing.

"This disciple will keep it in mind, Shen-Shishu. Please pardon me, I must go and find the other Peak Lords joining the scouting force." With that, and a shallow boy just respectful enough, the young man hurries along, the pale blue and grey of his robes fluttering in the wind as he goes.

Outwardly, the Qing Jing Peak Lord seems as calm as can be, soothing his fussy husband as they walk over to the main tend of the Camp, not even flustered a bit by the altercation.

Inside on the other hand, Peerless Cucumber is just 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Airplane of all villains you picked up, why him!? Why him as your HD?!'

Now, while Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had made plenty of low IQ and forgettable villains in the story, it just meant that when he actually pulled out the good ones, he made them unforgettable. From the beloved 'Big Brother' Pan Shan, a villain only in protection of his family, to the literal 'Calamitous Beauty' Tan Xifeng, a woman so proud and strong she rather turn to ashes forever then be trapped in the Harem, Bai Weizhe was just as up there, the calm 'True Mastermind' in the name of revenge in PIDW.

In the set up, The Bai Family is a very high ranking Cultivation Family, just as high if not more so than the Liu family, said to be descended from heavenly beings, granted power and weapons of that level because of it. But over the years, with less and less powerful Cultivators coming from the family, the Bai Family head got desperate, making his son marry multiple women to try and birth a hopefully powerful heir. And seeing how much of a playboy the man was, with plenty of bastards beforehand, it wasn't too hard for the man to put out it seem. Of his many spawn, two ended up as wives to Bingge and of course a few becoming villains for the arc.

But Bai Weizhe, when first introduced, it shows one of his half-sisters, a future wife, trying to defend him from another of their siblings who were attempting to torture him. All throughout the arc's mystery, one learns more of the future wives alongside this weak bastard son of a maid and the Family Head's son, learning they were little more than a slave to the Family Head and his Son's whims.

Bai Weizhe had seemed like a helpful, if slightly talented npc, being more of an awkward emotional support then any seeming threat, even if things seemed ever so slightly off about him, most of which could probably be excused by just how abused he had been. In fact, many thought the man would become a little brother character, Binghe taking in the poor bastard son as a future assistant or something because of how intelligent he was (with rotten girls going even farther and saying he would become part of the harem.)

But when the plot twist was revealed, with it turning out the murders and almost complete alienation of the Bai Family was all his doing, daringly using the protagonist to do his dirty work for him... it had been as shocking as it was satisfying to the readers, some actually rereading the entire arc with eyes wide open to take in all those little clues and cues to the real monster hiding behind the mask.

But of course, Luo Binghe being Luo Binghe in Proud Immortal Demon Way, Th Bai Bastard meets his end and Bingge gets the Bai Family twins and some family treasure as a bonus... (Though, from debates and such, it actually has been argued that his death may have either been faked or the man had a back up prepared.

Knowing PIDW and all it's bullshit plot devices... he can see it, especially after meeting him.)

But coming to the tent, Shen Qingqiu pushes all thoughts aside, face grim as he looks over his fellow gathered Peak Lords.

Yue Qingyuan. Shang Qinghua. Mu Qingfang. Liu Qingge. Qi Qingqi. Himself and his husband.

"Both the best and worst team to send." Long Qingyu's bitter words spoken broke through the tents atmosphere, making everyone tense as she did. The Zui Xian Peak Lord took a gulp from her bottle, truly stressed if she was drinking in front of them, "I cannot say much, or do anything else but offer this one last advice; make sure you actually listen." she stresses, golden hair slipping from her messily made bun as she pushes it back even as she takes another swing of her drink, mismatched brown and green eyes closed as she does.

"Listen to what?" Liu Qingge asks, eyeing the woman as she finishes her drink with a mournful look.

"Just as I said; listen. Do not assume, do not judge, do think before you damn well speak-" Here she stops herself, teeth gritted as she breaths through them, before opening her eyes once more, "I can say no more, not unless I want the omens to darken even further. Just get ready to go." with that, the woman is gone as fast as she came in, closing the tent behind her with a loud snap.

Staring at everyone, meeting eyes with a few before looking to his Binghe, Shen Qingqiu starts to prepare himself, checking just in case for anything that could have been missed.

Come what may, he and the others will be as ready as they can be, going against the Calamity as they are.

It'll have to be enough.

(Oh, but they will never be ready, unknowing of the poisonous green eyes watching, waiting for them all this time.

They've waited long enough.)

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Author's note:

And here we have our favorite disaster bi's, Airplane and Cucumber-bro! Man, both are great characters, my bias being Airplane, but Shen Yuan is also such an interesting character to delve into, being one of the favs I both want to hug and just smack over the head :>

The second quote I found I feel can really seem to resonate with Shen Yuan, when our boy stops repressing and actually lets himself feel.

Also, while I like BingQiu... boi, does that relationship have issues, ones I really hope they did indeed talk through when they could (They have a fuck ton of time to do so, so here I had Airplane help and kick them into gear; nothing like be reminded of tropes and the fact that your hubby is a fucking Tragedy Protag. :> )

Anyways~

Airplane: *Revives a bunch of disciples because he does not want to deal with the paperwork* ... why are you looking at me like that, stop that, go back to your sect.

So many OCs this chapter, I'll just do a spot light for one because then this chapter will just be author's note. (not too mention how he kept worming his way everywhere, just smiling at me as he did.)

Bai Weizhe: Means Outgoing, great sage because I like it; little fun fact, how I have my OC Bai Weizhe: he was actually a high IQ Villain in PIDW, (think if Lan Zhan and Jin Guangyao had a baby, he'd be that baby :3 ) the bastard son of a great cultivation family where Luo Binghe was doing the 'acting like a pig to get the tiger' sort of deal. He was actually a genuine, hidden boss level threat for at least one-two arcs before he had to get fridged for papapa plot (tho.. more like a faked death, Airplane always had a soft spot for his villains after all :3). In fact, it was mentioned in Villainous monologue that he had went to join CQM sect, but due to sabotage by his family, never got the chance in PIDW.

In SVSSS, Airplane was still in the process of working on his 'applying by application' process to An Ding (because I love this headcannon, it gives me fucking life, I am still mad for losing the bookmark to the story that inspired it.) so he still picked disciples by the digging test for a while. He sees this one poor little guy digging despite looking like he's gonna pass out any minute, powering through it with sheer determination and spite, the other Peaks Lords and Disciples already dismissing them, thinking he has low cultivation/poor prospect.

Shang Qinghua though doesn't care about all that; he very much wants that determination (and spite, gotta respect it) He can use all he can get! *After the kid cleans up and gets the drugs out of his system, Shang Qinghua blinks, double takes* WTF when did I have a talent on my peak??

Bai Weizhe: *Smiles like butter won't melt in his mouth* I've always been here Shizun.

(Does Airplane remember him? lol nope, but Shen Yuan sure does :D)

Also, none of the An Ding disciples really 'care' about Shang Qinghua's betrayal (Anyone on An Ding? Oh, they've dreamed of much worse; so much worse~) :) They Just :) Are a bit Upset :) about being Left Behind. :) But its all good; their Shizun came back :)

(And if the sect knows whats good for it, he'll stay where he fucking belongs.)

[certainempatheticturkeymuffin]

C'mon you guys, you can't just leave this in the comments!

[Teufelsabbiss:

I guess the only weirded out guy would be SQH. LBH would have the usual jealousy crisis and the rest would be just surprised he considered any women he was with actual lovers and remembering every name. After all, they still think he's the same guy who visited the brothels and also don't have any reason to think he didn't have sex with them.

absolmon:

One of my favorite headcanons is that his middle school girlfriend he kissed was Airplane before he came out of the closet. It also adds to my Cumplane soulmate theory.

tiredbitchposts (OP):

@absolmon I like to headcanon that Aiplane cafished SY during their teenaged yrs and neither of them knows about it

tiredbitchposts (OP):

@teufelsabbiss See my guy, that's the fun part. This magical plant/curse was created when airplane was getting shitted on by some fans bc it felt like Binghe just got a woman, shoved her into his harem then forgot about their existence so in response he created this one where the person affected by it had to name everyone whom they had a relationship with to showcase that Binghe knew and remembered every woman he married

The plan/curse will only cease once the person affected by It names all their serious relationships, so even if the rest of the sect thinks most of them are brothel ladies there's no denying that they were relationships Shen Qingqiu considered as serious

teufelsabbiss:

@tiredbitchposts Now I imagine SQH starting to rant after the twentieth or so name: "Cucumber-bro! How could you ever speak so badly about my villain-son who never even did anything? You're such a hypocrite!!!" And NOW the others are shocked as well. Since when does SQH have a son? And why isn't he in the sect? What a bad father, he's not only not taking care of his kid, he even calls him a villain, aiya!

And MBJ very much wants to know who the rival lover is and whether he needs to kill them. Luo Binghe cries a river of tears, because Shen Qingqiu isn't done naming even more people yet.

tiredbitchposts (OP):

@teufelsabbiss It takes everything in SQQ to not stop naming his his 32th online girlfriend from some game he used to play as a kid to yell at airplane that no, the issue is was not SJ being a slut or not, it was the child abuse and creepy behaviour towards a child (NYY) that was the issue, and you know what— no, he's not gonna die bc he couldn't resist his natural urge to yell at airplane, he'll finish this then do that, now moving on to girls he dated for a week in middle school. Not SQH on his deadbeat daddy era, MBJ is ready to kill a man (then again, when he's not), SQQ being a slut is not news to the sect but THAT certainly is, the gossip will be relentless. Binghe will end this day with 1000 new insecurities, SQQ will now be woken up twice in the middle of the night, one with the usual, do you still love me? And bc of the curse/plant now with a new "am i better than your exes?" He'll never know peace

stu-pidity:

Are the online girlfriend names their actual names or usernames

tiredbitchposts (OP):

@stu-pidity most of them are their names (He's a gentleman, he asks their names before he links their username to his profile) but one of them is a username of a girl who catfished him in 8th grade while they were playing neopets (it was actually SQH), her username was little flower (Xiao Hua) and everyone thinks she was a brothel lady who broke his heart if the grimace on his face is anything to go by (She's actually the reason he started asking for irl names)

hopeless-avo:

@tiredbitchposts Not SQH pausing in dread and staring at SQQ after hearing 'little flower' (Xia Hua), and blurting out whatever username SQQ had used on neopets. SQQ abruptly stops his naming as they come to this silent realisation, after which SQQ goes off at SQH for one day just never replied back, while SQH scrambles to explain how his account was deleted, all while jaws drop in the background.]

Look, i know that Shen Yuan died a virgin and while he had no sexual experience he canonly kissed before getting with Luo Binghe, but do y'all know what would be hysterical in my opinion? If Shen Yuan had a gaggle of ex girlfriends he left behind when he died. Now, you may be wondering, what's so hysterical about that? Well, for one, it just tinkles me pink to think that the same guy who indirectly died from how angry a webnovel he dedicated a great amount of time commenting on made him actually got/could get bitches but decided that verbally abusing Airplane over his shit writting sounded more fun. I also think that knowing the system he'd at some point fall victim to some type of plant or curse that'd force him to name all of his ex lovers out loud unless he wished to die while the rest of the sect watches. Can y'all imagine Yue QingYuan, Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge and fucking Airplane's faces while he's there naming "Yu YaoYao, Mei Ling, Jiang Qin, Fei Liao" plus who else with a pained look on his face while trying to guess if middle school and internet relationships also count??? Plus, i just know he rationalized any lack of sexual thoughts he had towards his exes with "Well, i can't think sexually of a woman who's not my wife, that'd be disrespectful"

[thestormthatrises]

Hey Moshang nation!

It's that time again! The time where I can't sleep because these boys just filled me with feelings and I need to shout them out!

SO!

MBJ managed to banish his uncle after SQH stopped LGJ from killing his king. They are both battered, weak And tired. But SQH still has strength to give MBJ a piece of his mind and worst if all, leave.

"You dare?!" The king roars, helpless in anger and fear.

"Oh I dare!" SQH replies, his face twisted into an ugly mixture of relief, borderline sadistic delight and heartbreak. "you will never see me again, my king" He sniffs. "Not in a million years" but even as he says it, he can already feel his heart crumble. It's painful. He truly loves this spoiled brat. He wished he'd known that he could've changed the story. Maybe they could've had a happier one.

"SHANG QINGHUA !"

"Good bye, my king..." He says with a smile. He leaves only to collapse outside of ritual's site. He struggles with the urge to go back, to apologize, to grovel and plead for mercy.

But it's too late. There's nothing left for him. The story is over.

Luo Bīnghé has his shizun. Cucumber bro has his story the way he always wanted it. The humans and demons found peace. His king has come to his power and rid himself of his greatest foe. Happy endings for all! Well, almost all. All who deserve it.

It's time.

It's time for him to go back. To go home where he belongs. Back to what he deserves.

SQH open the System's window and presses the 'Return' option.

*************

Airplane wakes up to the smell of burning hair, days old sugar and filth. He's home. No one comes to greet him but the sounds of his neighbors squabbling to his right. He's home. There is no one here but him. He's home. Was it all a dream? He's home. No one sees him cry.

Eventually he does stop crying. He's home. He hates it. But after all the years he's lived so far, he can't help but do something about it.

He's just an old, lonely man in a 20-something's body. He can't live like this. He needs to make this life mean something.

Third time's the charm, right?

He gets his shit a little together.

He cleans, for one. Deep cleans both the apartment and himself, needing it to cleanse himself from that dream. But-- It's funny. Seeing his old face after almost.... Decades? Centuries? Have passed.

He's not that different, funnily enough. More marred, less polished. But the same unassuming face, perfect for blending in a crowd and making no impression on people. He misses his old new face.

After getting the basics out of the way, he starts thinking bigger.

What should he be now?

He's been a failure of a son, a hack writer, a pitiful cultivator, a traitorous peak lord, a mediocre spy. He wishes he could've been more. Better. He tries not to but thinks of MBJ.

His phone rings.

Apparently, his new role turned out to be an actual, legit published author.

He has an agent now that makes sure he gets the best deal from PIDW, merchandise and all that. It's weird to have someone actually doing stuff for him, going to bat for him, fighting to get him the best.

He has a lot more money than before. Too much. He doesn't know what to do with it all. He thinks about his disciples and buying them trinkets for their birthdays. He thinks of MQF and WQW and what all this money could provide for them. He thinks of MBJ and thinks silly things.

He thinks of being a sugar daddy. He thinks about taking his king on a date. He thinks of how the Demon King would react to the modern world and all the things Airplane could buy him now. He thinks so much he doesn't sleep. And when he does sleep, he dreams.

He dreams about his king and being equals to him. Of standing with himon the castle parapets, side by side, looking out onto the beautiful north.

"Shang Qinghua" his king would call.

"I'm here" he'd say, placing a hand over MBJ'S.

But MBJ would never hold it back.

Even his dreams knew better than to tell him such an egregious lie.

Still...

It was nice just stand by his side and pretend.

"I'm here, my king"

*************

His book is going to have a hardcover. Who would've thought? Peerless Cucumber would've had a conniption if he knew. Airplane wishes he could see his face, his actual face, when he told him. It'd be hilarious!

....

Peerless Cucumber wasn't much of a friend but...

Was it strange that he missed him so?

The man hated him and his story but he was the closest thing to a friend Airplane had ever had. He was so mean and demanding. And he could've been just a dream.

But he also had a strange way of caring about SQH. Of sharing jokes. Of being Like a safe harbor.

Airplane knew that there was no way Cucumber bro missed him. He was too busy with his happy ending, for sure. Even if it hadn't been a dream, who in their right mind would spare a thought for SQH?

Still... He wished he could talk to the man, at least one more time.

Cucumber bro had a family. A family that like, cared for him and such. Maybe there was a last wish he could fulfill for him. Or tell them something for him. SQQ might've never seen him as a friend but Airplane Did. And that had to count for something right?

He doesn't sleep. And when he does, he dreams about things he misses.

He dreams of An Ding in the lull of the afternoon. The hot summer breeze coming from the windows agitating the many papers on his desk. His king, a cool presence on his right. SQQ lazily fanning himself before Him. Bīnghé watchfully observing them from SQQ side Sweets and perfectly brewed tea that his talented son had made on the table between them.

This never happened. SQQ would never share the treats LBH made with him. LBH wouldn't share his shizun with anyone. MBJ wouldn't have tolerated the heat.

But this was so nice, so different and... Well, it was almost like they were... Friends? No. A family?

Not in the traditional sense, of course. But in that way when people choose others to be their family. Like-- like he could rely on them. Like they cared about him.

It was... Nice. It was a nice dream.

"Thank you for this" he told LBH, lifting his cup in thanks. "Never have I tasted such a splendid blend"

Red eyes pinned him down in a flash. Aiya, such an intense stare on one's father! No need to kill the mood!

"I'm not doing this for free, Shishu"

Such a cold voice too! He wished that his dreams would allow his son to be kinder to him... Tho, he really didn't deserve it, did he?

"No, you do not"

Ah, well--

Wait.

"What???"

"Where the hell are you, Shishu?"

"What... What the fuck?!"

SQQ, who up till now has been in his poised immortal stance, sprang to life. He shut his fan with a snap and almost lunged at SQH. "AIRPLANE!"

"BRO??"

"Where are you? What have you done?!"

Done? He hadn't done Anything!

"Oh yes the fuck you did!"

Shit, he had to stop thinking out loud!

"You're--" Cucumber bro really seemed like he was going to strangle him. "We're inside your head, idiot. In your dream!"

Oh.

He was going insane, then.

Cool.

SQQ buried his face in his hands and garbled a scream.

"Shishu" LBH called out, darkly. He looked so upset. Probably because SQQ was in distress. "Where are you?"

"I'm ha ha Home? I think?"

"Where in An Ding are you?" LBH demanded.

"I'm-- I'm not on An Ding"

"What?!"

"Airplane, for the last goddamn time, where the hell are you?"

Airplane shifted his gaze from LBH to SQQ, back and forth before he settled on his fellow transmigrator and said: "Home, bro. I'm home."

Ok, it was kinda funny to see Cucumber bro's jaw drop.

"How--when-- I-- Air-"

"The story was over, bro. Everybody got what they wanted. I had to go."

"Did the system force you to go?!" Wow. It almost sounded like SQQ was concerned about him.

"This is such a weird dream, I swear to god"

"Airplane. Focus!"

"Aw, ok. Well... No? Like, The story was over and all that jazz and it gave me the option of returning? So I did?"

"Why... Why would you do that?!"

"Because, man!" He gestured to everything around them. "None of this is mine. You know? This world, the story, it changed. It didn't.. need me. Nobody needed me anymore and... I was tired, bro. I was hurt and I was tired so... I left." He shrugged, even if it still stung a bit.

"Airplane--"

"Shang-shishu, you must come back"

Airplane frowned. "Why? I've trained a lot of disciples before you came around If you need an accountant or a spy, you can have your pick, son"

This time, LBH was the one that frowned, looking a little perplexed.

"Airplane, listen to me-- No, *shut up*, just listen. This is a dream but it's also real, ok? We're in your dreamscape. You were SQH!! You helped me when I first came to CQ. You helped MBJ and LBH and you-- you did a lot of stuff. Stuff I didn't even know about until you were gone. All of it was real."

"But--"

"I said shut up. Airplane, the world is falling apart. Bīnghé is it's energy source but But you-- fuck, I don't know, where it's RAM? Processing unit? Memory? Things are disappearing, people are going from normal to their PIDW setting, MBJ has gone insane--"

"My king?"

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna focus on?!"

"Look whose talki--"

"Fine! He's tearing the realms apart looking for you and the things he's tearing aren't healing. There's this great big... Nothing! Just growing every day! Airplane, you have to come back!"

"Bro, I--"

"Airplane!"

"Bro, I can't! I don't know how!"

"Airplane!"

"I don't know!"

"Airplane--"

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know, man! Fuck! JUST---"

"Air--"

"Leave me alone!" He screams.

And wakes up on the floor.

The neighbors upstairs are pounding down at him to shut up. It's barely dawn. It's cold and grey and dead and Airplane can't catch his breath.

He needed to go back...?

His king... Was looking for him...?

The world wasn't right without him?

What a fucked up dream...

He really should go out more. He should make some real friends. Two lifetimes under his belt and he has still not had a real, honest to God friend.

Maybe if he at least had one true, good friend, he wouldn't... He wouldn't consider this-- this mad dream.

....

There was no way LBH could reach him here. Not Bingmei, at least. He couldn't. He's not that powerful.

And if he was that powerful, surely he wouldn't have wasted his power trying to contact him of all people. His role in that works had only been to survive.

If anyone was invaluable to that plot, it was Cucumber bro.

He was the one that remembered every monster and every power up. Every bride and every foe. Everyone fell in love with Cucumber bro... So surely, the System would've just replaced SQH for SQQ as it's back up, right?

Of course, right.

It was all just a stupid dream.

It was best to let it go and just not think about it.

***********

But the thought lingered with him, as the grey of dawn was smeared with purples and pinks and reds and blues. He carried it through his morning routine and as he sat down to work on editing PIDW. It paralyzed his fingers, as he stared blankly at the screen.

Only one person had ever needed him.

Not all the time, he would never be that indispensable. But for a couple of times, for brief moments in time... Mobei Jun had needed him. And he had not failed him.

He stared at the name on his screen.

Shang Qinghua.

This was so stupid. The dumbest thing he ever allowed himself to linger on. Angrily, he erased that stupid name from the paragraph and made up another. It felt good. It felt right and oh so very wrong.

He copied the name and used it to replace that cursed thing.

There was no more Shang Qinghua. This dumb story didn't need a Shang Qinghua. Nobody had ever cared about him. *No one would ever miss him.*

Slamming the final replacement keys, Airplane pulled back and decided to make use of all that money.

******

He didn't sleep. And when he did, it was with the careful aid of prescribed medication that his fancy new shrink gave him. He didn't dream about his king anymore, which made him sad. He didn't dream about Cucumber and Binghe, either which was a plus.

So what if he woke up tired or sore, like he had been running away the whole night? So what if he felt too cold or too hot at night but couldn't wake up to do anything about it? So what if there was always something that he couldn't shake off, a touch that branded him every night?

The editing of PIDW was doing great and soon the first hard copies would hit the book shelves. There was a lot of buzz online when people heard there would changes, new material that wasn't in the self published version. Pre copies had surpassed their initial goals.

Airplane Shooting towards the sky was about to become a very wealthy man.

His agent and his publisher took him out to celebrate. It was weird. It was new. Nobody had ever toasted to hai health before. The added respectful titles to his name and patted his back. It was weird. It was... Kinda nice?

He drank too much and lost track of himself.

He didn't take his pills.

He didn't remember leaving the restaurant or how he got home. He remembered hitting the bed and it was cold and he thought of his king and how he wished MBJ could see him now.

Would his king be proud? Would he finally actually smile? Airplane had done it!

He had made PIDW legit

He had made PIDW better.

He had made sure that Shang Qinghua never ever would hurt his king again.

And with that in his heart, he fell asleep.

He didn't dream of An Ding this time. It took him a while to actually identify where he was. Everything was so... White.

But then just like a camera lense coming into focus, he saw him. Mobei Jun. His king. He was waiting for him.

Shang Qinghua rushed to his side, still so happy but not being able to recall why.

Ah well!Any chance to see his king was a happy one, he decided as he bowed to the demon king.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait,my king!" He couldn't erase the smile from his face. "I'm here now"

MBJ stared at him in that unreadable way of his, in silence and furrowed concentration.

"My king?"

"Who are you?" The ice demon asked.

SQH paused, his smile slipping from his lips. "Wha-- My king? It's me. Your servant. Shang Qinghua.

The demon's eyes narrowed. "No."

"... No?" What did he mean no?! Had MBJ forgot about him? Was he being fired?

"You can't be him."

"My king?? It is me. Why would you say that?"

MBJ points to the side and in that white haze a mirror sprung. Airplane stares at himself in all his disgusting, disappointing glory.

Ah.

Yeah...

... That.

It was hard to see anything under such an ugly facade, huh?

"Who are you?" The ice demon asked again and Airplane wondered if this was how Alice felt, when that question was hers to answer.

"Not sure." He replied. "I was so certain, a while back.I was the unwanted, for a while. Then I was the author. But that kinda morphed into being the peak lord and the spy. Sometimes... I almost felt like I was something else. Something new." he shrugged. "Sometimes I was Shang Qinghua. Now, I think I'm no one."

The demon king stared at him, unreadable and unreachable.

"God, I wish I could've been more for you. You were always my favorite. Even when you were mean and spoiled. Even when I didn't like you that much. You were always my favorite. You're still my favorite"

The ice demon didn't move but still Airplane felt him closer.

"I wish I knew I could be something more..." but the words are choked and wrong. He laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe I'll write us a new story, eh my king? Would you like that?"

"It would be just you and me. The world would be dangerous but maybe... A little less cruel? You'd take care of me and I'd take care of you? We'd overcome challenges together. We'd suffer lows together. We'd trust no one more than one another. We'd-- I'd find a way to make you happy. And you..."

His king arched a brow as his gaze intensified.

"You would be on your best behavior and... And--- you'd love me" why did it sound like he was crying? Fuck he didn't want to cry! Stop crying! "You'd love me and love me well. You wouldn't-- And I wouldn't-- "

"Shang Qinghua."

"It would be such a lovely story, my king. It truly would be. If only I could find a way for someone like you to fall in love with someone like me."

"Shang Qinghua..."

"I--"

A cold finger pressed against his lips.

"Shang Qinghua..." His king is so close. He missed him being this close. His mere presence invokes fear but also safety. "Come back."

Airplane shook his head again. "I can't."

Large, cool hands come up to cradle his face. "Come back."

"I can't...!"

Mobei Jun pressed his forehead to his. "... Come back to me."

What...?

"Come back to me..." His king purrs, keeping him close. "Come back to me... Please..."

He's going insane.

This time there's no doubt.

"Then we are both mad" His king say, his thumbs running the trail of Airplane's tears. "Come back to me..."

"You can't..."

"What can't this king do?"

"You can't want me back." This was another fucked up dream, wasn't it? "You said--"

"I was wrong."

"You would never say that. Not to me."

"And who are you to say that?"

"Nobody in the world knows you better than I do, my king!" He had not only made MBJ but also had to live with him! There was no way-

"Why is that?"

"Because I am Shang Qinghua!" He almost yelled, trying and failing to pull back from the demon's hold.

"And where is Qinghua's Place?"

*With you, my king*

But a sound screams at his ear before he can say it. Airplane wakes up with a start and groans noisely. Fucked up dream! Fucked! Up! Dream!

And yet he turned, chasing its shards.

Come back to me...

"My king..."

He gets up and changes the name back.

Shang Qinghua's place was always with Mobei Jun.

[vodkassassin]

Can I hope for a little cucumber plane ficlet?? If it's eating me this much idk how much it's devouring u. No pressure tho

Dw my darling anon I gotcha back ;3

—

“You remind me of my husband.” Shen Qingqiu says one day, out of the blue, as he’s sipping his tea and watching Shang Qinghua do paperwork.

Shang Qinghua pauses. He lifts his brush up and away from the paper so that no excess ink drops and ruins all his work, and pin his bestie with a hard look.

“I��d hope so?” He says flatly, puzzled. “Because … we are married…. How many husbands do you got, bro?”

“I think the fact that we’re married and you still call me bro is grounds for a divorce,” Shen Qingqiu promptly replies, as usual. “No, I mean, in my last life. Back in… you know. Modern times.”

Shang Qinghua is quiet. Then, “You were… married before?”

“Yeah? I’m a total catch, you’re not special.” Shen Qingqiu scoffs, and then hurriedly adds, before Shang Qinghua has the chance to pull out the Devastating Broken-hearted Puppy Eyes — don’t give him that look. his husband had coined the term, not him — “Shut up, obviously you are or I wouldn’t have married you. But, yes. you’re my second husband. If we’re counting my past life. Which we are.”

“If we’re counting past lives, from before,” Shang Qinghua says slowly, setting aside his brush, “then you’re not my first husband either.”

There is a beat of silence.

“I think I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am to hear that, considering I married you myself here,” Shen Qingqiu says, after a long moment. “But, still. You?”

“What? I’m a catch,” Shang Qinghua defends mockingly, voice dry.

“I know that, shut up,” his husband smacks out at him absently with his fan, a thoughtful look overcoming his face as he stares across the room at the wall. “What was he like, then?”

A little awkwardly, Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Um. Well. You, I guess.”

Shen Qingqiu turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. “You really only have one type, don’t you?”

“You only have one type!” Shang Qinghua raises his hands and gestures air quotes with his fingers. “‘You remind me of my past husband.’ How can I remind you of someone I’m not like? You’re a hypocrite.”

“A hypocrite who is your type.” Shen Qingqiu points out. “What did he do?”

“Nothing, he was a spoiled rich trust fun baby and I had to teach him all about memes so he wouldn’t embarrass me in public. He didn’t know memes, bro, can you believe it? Lived under a rock before I saved him. At least you know about memes.”

“I’m glad I’m apparently a step up from your last marriage.” Shen Qingqiu says, dry as a desert.

“What did your husband do?”

Shen Qingqiu pats at his lips with the folded end of his fan. It’s a tiny fidget but it’s a cute as hell habit and Shang Qinghua loves watching him. “He was still going to college, when I died. Majoring in business and management. He did something on the side to make some extra cash because he refused to let me carry us with the money I got from my parents, but he’d never tell me what it was.”

“Oh.” Shang Qinghua says. He picks up his brush again, fully intending to return to the report he was marking over, when he stops. Sets the brush back down. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Shen Qingqiu blinks at him, head tilted. Adorable as hell. Shang Qinghua shakes his head slowly.

“Bro.” He says. “Husband. Love of my life, of my — What, might I ask, was your name? Back then?”

The slow and idle flapping of Shen Qingqiu’s fan slows to a stop. “What?”

“Just — Just humor me.”

“Okay,” his husband — his husband, wait wait wait, his??? Husband??? — says, slowly, like he thinks he’s stupid. “Shen Yuan.”

Shang Qinghua picks up his calligraphy brush and throws it across the room. It paints a long, thin black line down the wall. He picks up the ink stone and chucks it after it for good measure.

“Ummm, Airplane, what—?”

“Bitch!” He says, pointing a finger at his fucking husband accusingly. “We’re both stupid!”

“Um, slut? Don’t insult me without telling me why!”

“My name back then,” Shang Qinghua wails, tugging uselessly on his own bangs, “it was Shang Lei!”

Shen Qingqiu — Shen Goddamn Yuan — blinks. And then he splutters.

“Fucking what!” He shrieks.

“I married you,” Shang Qinghua groans, bending over to slam his face into his desk, and likely getting the ink he had painstakingly brushed over the report smeared all over his face, “twice!”

It takes a while, all afternoon and evening really, for the both of them to finally calm down. They’re still mindblown when they cuddle up in bed that night, but when Shen Yuan curls in to stick the frozen tip of his nose to Shang Qinghua’s neck like the icy bitch he is and always has been, he sighs.

“It’s gotta mean something, that in an entirely new universe we still ended up together without actually meaning to.” He says, and Shang Qinghua can feel the man’s smile against his skin as he wraps his arms around him. “Are we in a goddamn soulmate fanfic or something?”

“Aw, babe,” Shang Qinghua nuzzles downward and peppers his husband’s face with kisses. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“Don’t fucking tell anyone.”

“Nobody would believe me even if I did!”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!”

[enduracarrotchips]

YouTuber AU

Hello welcome to Dating Scandal but with Twitter Involved (nightmare)

A little exposition here: 

Link, Zelda, Sidon, Revali, and Riju are the most popular group of youtubers on the internet and have a huge fanbase that likes to theorize, draw fanart, and write fanfiction about them. Disclaimer, I don’t actually interact with real-person fandoms myself lol there’s just too much potential for drama and misunderstandings & they’re always bound to end in a dumpster fire but that is sort of what this au is about so.

Impa, Mipha, Daruk, and Urbosa are family friends that appear in a lot of their videos/streams. 

(This is an art blog I swear)

enter vidcon 20XX

Link: 

blows stuff up/sets stuff on fire with a side of cooking vids and gaming

most are filmed outside, he does those challenges where you try to cook stuff with limited ingredients/materials

has the largest fanbase of all of them, but not the most…intimidating.

does a lot of collab videos, mostly with Impa, Daruk, and Riju because they have similar interests/channels, but Zelda appears in his videos and is seen filming and the stans read too far into it

simps. i’m pointing at you.

Most popular videos are “shield surfing on rock!—how I broke my leg” “can Daruk eat Impa’s motorcycle?” and “how to inhale ranch dressing.”

Twitter handle is @ arsonistslullabye because he’s a hozier fan

45m subs

Zelda:

theories, analyses, conspiracies, and the occasional e x p e r i m e n t

she once got link to eat a frog for 50 bucks.

most people argue that she’s better than more popular YouTubers because she actually has quality content to give to the world and she has a lot of defensive supporters

She used to get a lot of hate before Urbosa spoke up about it and scared the bejeezus out of everyone

has an actual posting schedule

“Happy Sunday everyone, it’s Zelda Hyrule and today we will be talking about cryptozoology and why blupees exist, you cowards.”

Twitter handle is @ zeldaofhyrule and she is pan. just so you know. One of those calm extroverts that mystify me to this day.

18m subs

Sidon:

fashion/life hacks. Like gourmet troom troom but if they were real people.

Has the 2nd largest fanbase

most of them are girls

Sidon has a boyfriend though, which he told everyone at VidCon a few years ago

cue the drama and shipping and the entire fandom trying to figure out who the boyfriend is. A well known reddit thread emerged that presented the common guesses being Link, Sidon, and Zelda.

“But it can’t be Zelda, Sidon’s gay.”

“I’m not in the fandom but I thought Zelda was a boy??”

“Did you just say Sidon? Is that a typo? Are you saying that Sidon’s dating himself?”

Sidon x Sidon became a fandom joke.

Don’t look at me I’m just setting up all the worldbuilding. every fandom has their weird dark sides and Sidon x Sidon is the Linkcest of the Sidon YT fandom.

Mystery BF is actually Bazz, a pretty inconspicuous guy who appeared in a few of his videos. This was confirmed a year ago, but everyone still ships him with other YouTubers because they’re convinced he was lying to throw them off his scent. He really can’t catch a break and this is why you should not ship real people.

Twitter handle is @ officialprincesidon

says “beguiling” a lot

21m subs ᕙ( ͡❛ ▿ ͡❛)ᕗ

Mipha:

Sidon’s sister, hasn’t posted a single video but just has the channel for show because she appears in so many of Sidon’s videos as a model for his makeup tutorials and whatnot

has 328k for that. Everyone loves her, she’s great. @ mimipha

Revali:

Link’s sworn rival

Link thinks they’re friends

He kept popping up in link’s Twitter threads and making snarky comments until zelda called him out for not even following link (so why was he stalking his acc) which kept the Twitter drama to a minimum

Revali was the catalyst of a few popular memes and that’s where most of his subs come from.

drags link into a few challenges that always get a ton of views because of how competitive they get

“ITS JUST ASININE” is a running joke that everyone tries to get him to say. His @ is itsjustasinine as well

Urbosa is the only person who can win an argument with him

5m subs and growing rapidly. newer to youtube than everyone else.

Impa:

Doesn’t have a channel she’s just a mutual friend of Mipha, Zelda, and Link

Rides a motorcycle, so she is used in a few of Link’s videos.

@ ihaveamotorcycle because she thinks having a motorcycle is a personality trait. the most unruly on Twitter when it comes to replying to fan’s stuff, leaking upcoming videos and generally causing chaos.

Mipha’s girlfriend. That’s how she met Zelda and Link.

Urbosa:

Is actually a model, but she has a ton of YouTuber friends because she’s known Zelda since birth.

when she entered the youtube community she didn’t realize she would be adopting like 15 children

5m subs. her videos are professional & related to her modelling career. @ urbosasfury

I feel like she would do unboxing vids. I’m not sure what she’s unboxing.

Daruk

Just a friend of Link’s, fun guy. yells a lot. once ate a rock and had no reaction.

people are scared of him for that reason

Riju:

yoga & gymnastics & “ha look at how flexible I am its eAsY” videos

you know the type

she also does reactions and is sponsored by save the sand seals charities which she is very enthusiastic about. She’s also Urbosa’s niece and the only minor in the gang (15). I like to think that the champions YT community is actually not creepy so everyone respects her a ton

doesn’t post frequently, she mostly appears in Link’s videos to jump out of airplanes or whatever. And sometimes Zelda’s if she’s interested in the topic. 500k subs, but she’s always really popular when she appears in Link’s videos.

VidCon:

In the months leading up to VidCon, some fans on the internet made a few discoveries: first of all, that the inside of Link’s house is painted green. This is a big deal because all of his videos are filmed outside either in his backyard or on trips that he and the brosquad go on to do…whatever bros do. explosions. idk. The point is he had some announcement about VidCon and filmed it inside. Only the wall and a potted plant were shown.

However, the colour was similar to the the shade of Zelda’s living room. Fans dug through years and years of old videos and found a clip of Zelda walking through a hallway, where there was an open door and a glimpse of a houseplant.

There were 2 types of responses to the theory:

“They could just be roommates guys calm down”

“and they were ROOMMATES?”

others pointed out that Link could just not have a house and had to crash in Zelda’s

Some guy on reddit claimed he had a botany degree and declared that the houseplants in the clips were not of the same genus. Normal people pointed out that the plant would have grown 4 years between the clips and would look considerably different.

#Zelink trended on twitter for a while and people posted other old clips from both of their channels and the frog video blew up again

Impa retweeted a post tagged as #zelink with “rofl” and later publicly apologized for causing confusion.

Fans noticed that in the “can a motorcycle drive over my arm” (it was clickbait he’s fine) episode 2 years ago, Link was eating out of a paper lunch bag with his name written on it in handwriting that a few people claimed to look like Zelda’s, leading people to believe that she had packed him a lunch.

However, this theory was shot down with the counterargument that Zelda can’t cook. although. i mean how much skill do you need to make a sandwich.

No one knows what tumblr is doing at this time

Zelda wore a scarf in her “Save the Sand Seals” video that matched identically to the scarf Link wore when he travelled to Hebra to film a shield surfing video, but it’s been debated wether it’s actually the same scarf or not.

Neither Zelda nor Link has spoken up about the theories, and besides Impa’s one slip on twitter, neither has any of their friends. Zelda received a lot of backlash for the assumption that she was dating Link because he has a lot of delusional fans that didn’t want her to “steal their man” or whatever the hell that type of fan would get mad about

Oh yea and bolson & karson run a zelink fanpage on twitter sorry I forgot about that

after that whole mess, everyone was even more anticipant of VidCon in the hopes that some of their questions would be answered.

The whole batch went to VidCon this year: Link, Impa, Daruk, and Riju are a gang while Sidon and Mipha go together and Zelda & Revali each go separately. Urbosa is there for supervision moral support

Zelda has always been much better at dodging questions that she doesn’t want to answer than anyone else, so her Q&A went without a hitch. When asked to confirm the rumours she said “which one?” and then moved on to the next question (without actually confirming any rumours).

Link is generally a more awkward person but eventually said that he had filmed the video in Zelda’s house because it was nicer and didn’t realize it would cause such an uproar. Fans were disappointed, but Bolson claimed he saw Link and Zelda exiting the hotel elevator on the same floor after Link’s Q&A session. No one believed him.

Fans went back to theorizing over who Link, Zelda, and Sidon were all dating, because apparently they can’t just be dating unknown people and have to be with other YouTubers

Sidon and Bazz got engaged about a week after VidCon, making at least 4 preteen girls cry

actually try 4 million

Sidon x Sidon made a brief comeback but Sidon spoke up about his fandom for the first time ever on twitter and told everyone that no, he was not dating himself. eventually, everyone settled down and accepted that none of them were in a relationship save for a few loud fans.

Link and Zelda still got the occasional “when will you tell us who you’re dating?” comment but most of them were joking and the people who still hardcore shipped them were generally frowned upon. Zelda’s popularity went up after VidCon and she regained the 200k subscribers she’d lost after the first theory dropped.

Two months after VidCon, Link posted a video titled “Zelda and I’s House Tour!” and gave around 45 million people a heart attack

as revealed in the video, they had actually been dating since they were 16 and everyone’s just a fool.

the potted plant is named Hestu.

[hebescustea]

My Ghost Roomie AU

An SVSSS Modern AU where a young aspiring writer with a pen name called Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky acquired a new apartment that has been warned to be haunted. He does not care for this since it's a big enough apartment with a strong internet connection and within budget from his small earnings as a writer. At first, he heeds the warnings and might have noticed a moving chair or a chill down his spine, but ultimately he's too broke to care. Until one day,

when he gets up from his seat to get himself some snacks from the fridge, he returns to a person with their eyes glued to his desktop's screen. 'I should really fix my sleep schedule. I'm starting to see things,' he thought.

He tried to blink it away - still there, even stepping out of the room for a second only to come back with the same picture. A dude with glasses, a plain shirt, pajamas, arms, and legs crossed with a scowl seemed fixated on the screen.

Besides the fact that there's just a whole dude in his apartment, he also appears to be… floating?

He thought to call the police or shout for help, but he's half sleep-deprived to think logically and half thinking is this real? Is this all real?

"Hello?" he asks. The ghost finally broke his stance with the screen and looked at Airplane, "Why is it just porn? Where is the plot?" He remarks.

"What?" he asks again,

"The first chapters were exceptional and promising, but we are almost ending the story, and there are still plot holes?"

Taken aback by this sudden criticism of his work, Airplane has always thought that critics are just people that have the power to cower behind their screens, therefore brave enough to post their arguments online. He never thought someone would actually say these words to his face. He thought people wanted to save their smug faces from consequences --- well, given that this 'person' is -

"A ghost," he finally exclaimed, "You're dead right and not just some fan or anti that just doxxed me to say these things to my face?"

"Dude, look at me," the ghost gestured, "I'm literally floating."

"I see that," he mumbles, "so you're the ghost that haunts this apartm - " 

"Before you interrogate me, can you explain why you haven't filled the plot holes yet," the ghost pointed at the screen. 

"Well, not that I need to explain to you about my writing process," he furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms in defense, "but ultimately, no one really cares about the plot, bro, I tried making one, but it made people bored," Airplane explained. 

"So you threw out your integrity as a writer and just wrote papapa scenes?" 

Airplane gasped, 'The audacity of a dead man!'

"Oi, it's still good! At least the main story is wrapped, and the 'plot holes,'" he air quoted, "Can just be something the audience can ponder. Give them a sense of freedom on how things will go," he smugly replied.

The ghost raised his eyebrow, unconvinced by this guy that seemed to be the type that squeaks like a hamster, "Sure, let's say that." The ghost looked back at the screen.

An awkward pause on the apparent sarcasm of this ghost, Airplane cleared his throat and asked again. "So you're the ghost that haunts this apartment, right? Did you die here?" he asked.

"I did"

"And?"

The ghost looked at Airplane again. "And? I died here and then became a ghost. What more do you want?"

"Like how did you die, did you become a ghost because of unfinished business, was this your home, what's your name, why did you kick out the previous tenants, how long have you been reading my work, why haven't you tried to possess or kill me, why did you show yourself to me, how old are you, when did you die –" 

"Fucking hell shut up," he rudely interrupted. "I'll only answer what I know." 

"Okay, go on." 

The ghost sighs, "Yes, this was my home. I didn't like how people stayed here when I'm still living here." 

'Living lol' 

"I did bother you for the first few days, but you didn't seem to care and only focused on the screen, so I was curious to see. I don't know how you can see me, but I guess that's that."

"Huh," Airplane remarked, "that's all you know? Not even your name?"

"Ah, my name's Shen Yuan."

"Airplane," he reciprocated.

"Airplane? You want me to call you by your pen name?"

"Yeah, I mean, no offense, bro, but you're a ghost, and I don't know," he starts waving his arms around as he explains, "You might need my name to do ghost things like possessing me and stealing my body or something."

He stared at the man with a confused look, "Your story has rotten your judgment of ghosts," Shen Yuan noted.

Airplane laughs, "But anyway, does that mean you're my roomie? I never had a ghost for a roommate." 

"There's a first for everyone,” he shrugged.

So it seems, a first of many.

[smolbeanieee]

Once Upon a Time | Seven

strangers to lovers au

pairing: Younghyun x fem!reader  

genre: fluff, angst

masterlist

After few days gone missing, Dahee had to brace herself to meet with Younghyun again. After having a deep and long thought, isn’t Younghyun fault to bring Dowoon—she just nervous meeting with her little brother, afraid her past will hurts herself.  She had her feelings mixed up, she felt helpless as part of her is mad at herself for running away instead of solving the problem with Dowoon. But, she can’t throw away the fact that Younghyun broke their promise—the one Dahee believes in. Now Dahee realize—she shouldn’t ever get herself involved with Younghyun at the first place. Her train of thoughts stops when she felt sharp pain in her head, feeling dizzy with the overwhelming feelings—her lips dried out as Dahee take out water bottle from her bag and quickly take a sip to cool down. Dahee been feeling major headache ever since she stumble upon Dowoon and since then, she been pushing herself to work hard for her final presentation in hoping forget about the small encounter between them. “you good?” a familiar male voice ringing in her ear as she felt he took a sit beside her. Dahee couldn’t look at his face without disappointment plastered on her face. She took a glance on her phone to look at current time—feeling uneasy if she staying longer with him. “it’s time for presentation, i don’t want to be late” Dahee said, ignoring his question.

Younghyun watch Dahee walked away from him without waiting a reply from him.  He felt wronged for bringing Dowoon to her but as the same time it’s felt unfair to him as Dahee didn’t want to listen to their explanation at all. ——— “Overall, I’m satisfied with your project paper and final presentation on this topic, it’s well explained and detailed too.  I’m glad you get to work well together on this subject” With then, Younghyun and Dahee thanked their professor for the compliments and bid farewell as they exited the hall together. Dahee felt a throbbing pain in her head again as all she wants to do is go home and rest but Younghyun stop her from walking. “Dahee, wait" he grabbed her arm from behind, making the girl stop in her tracks “What?” Dahee hissed in annoyance, turning her heels to face with Younghyun as the throbbing keeps on pound in her head as someone knocking her head nonstop. “We need to talk.  Dowoon keep on loo-” “I don’t want to talk about that now” Dahee said as she massaging her temples to soothe her dizziness. “Then when? The problem won’t solve if you keeps on running, it won’t do anything good for you, Dowoon or....” Younghyun trails his words as Dahee waits for him to complete his sentence “or for both of us” Younghyun spoke up, hinting on their relationship status.  They just started to get along and knowing each other but things happened. “There’s no us when you broke our promise” With that, Dahee walked past him, slightly brushed their shoulders. Younghyun sighs in defeat upon hearing her words as his fingers runs through his soft brown locks in clueless but then he heard a small thud behind him. His eyes bulge in shocked as he saw Dahee collapse on the floor. “Yoon Dahee!!” Younghyun exclaimed as he runs to her. ———

“Dowoon, wait!” Younghyun tried to calm the maknae and prevent him from going to meet with his sister as the other members also tries to help.

“But my noona needs me” Dowoon whines feeling as if the members didn’t understand him at all

Younghyun looks at the youngest with empathy plastered on his face, arms guarding the boy from going out from the apartment—his mind trying to find suitable words to explain to him.

“I totally understand how worried you are right now. You had the right to worry but let her calm down first, okay? She might not be ready to meet you again. She’s been struggling so much" Younghyun carefully explained but the worried expression on Dowoon’s face won’t easily go away.

“That’s right Dowoon-ah. She might need some time to recovery from all this sudden news.” Sungjin who sitting quietly at the couch the whole time spokes up, earning sighs from the drummer upon hearing the leader’s words as Dowoon already had his running through his hair in frustration while pacing back and forth across the living room and stop his track as he thinks deeply while watching the busy roads across their apartment.

“How many days she will be in the hospital?" Dowoon’s deep voice echoed after couple of minutes he’s in silence.

“Taeyong said maybe two more days because the doctor needs her to be really destress from everything" Younghyun said, carefully eyeing the youngest expression and only soften when Dowoon finally calms down and sat between Jae and Wonpil at the couch.

“Have you tried to talk to her?” Jae, the eldest asked as he giving a bro pat on Dowoon

“Not even a chance at all. I don’t think I should push her anymore. Maybe I...” Younghyun trails his words, trying to make up his mind properly as he relief a defeat sighs.

“You what?” Wonpil couldn’t help but curiously asked him.

“Maybe I should stop looking for her after this” Younghyun confess, earning gasps from his members as they knew Younghyun really cares for Dahee and deeply in love with her. She is Younghyun’s world even though they just met for couples of month but the members knew Younghyun finally gets to be loved by someone he truly cares.

——— Dahee’s eyes felt heavy as she softly open her eyes—too bright to her liking and hissed in pain she felt a sharp on her hands, a drip tube to be exact taped on it. She tried to get up from the bed but then someone prevent her from doing so. “hey hey you should rest more” Taeyong’s voice echoed through her ears as he pushed her back down to the bed. "where am I?" Dahee asked, trying to recognize the faces near her which are Taeyong and Wendy, her closest friends. "In hospital you dummy.  You scared me when Youn—" Taeyong stopped Wendy eventually, feeling this isn't appropriate time to mention the name. "You collapse right after your presentation.  The doctor said you're exhausted and dehydrated.  Your stress level are also high.  Why aren't you telling us that you're stress? We were worried about you" Taeyong said, softly patting her head as he's giving his big doe eyes to her Dahee smiles weakly to both of them in response as she muttering small sorry with pouts visible on her lips.   "Thank god you're stable now.  Hey, eat your porridge.  Taeil made some for you when he heard about your condition.  Here, let me feed you" Wendy said, scooting closer next to Dahee, taking a bowl of porridge in her hand along with a spoon.  "Say ah, our little Dahee" Wendy tease, playing airplane with the spoon before feeding her. "I'm not a little girl, Seungwan-ah" Dahee whined, earning chuckles from them as Taeyong smiles brightly looking at the two girls infront him. 'Keep on smiling Dahee, it suits you well' Taeyong thought, hoping that Dahee would find her happiness soon. As they keep on talking with each other and Wendy keep on feeding her, Dahee couldn't help but to think hard about what happened before she collapsed—barely remember what happened. "How did I get here? Who brings me here?" Dahee sudden question makes Wendy and Taeyong flustered.  Isn't that they don't want to tell Dahee, but they scared that Dahee would fall sick again or even get angry at mention of Younghyun's name. "You know, some rand—" "It's Younghyun, am I right?" Dahee cut Wendy's word before she could finish her sentences.  Even though Dahee couldn't remember properly on his what happened, but she knew Younghyun at her side when she collapse at the hallway.

Wendy just nods her head in response as Taeyong throws his attention to the windows, try not to involve with Dahee’s business—letting her dealing with her own feelings.

Dahee couldn’t stop her tears from falling down as she felt horrible with herself, feeling useless and so selfish as Younghyun did nothing wrong to her but she keep on pushing Dowoon and blame Younghyun for it.  Dahee lowered her head as tears keep on streaming down her cheeks as hiccups followed.

Upon seeing Dahee cried so hard, Wendy rushed to her side, giving her hugs in hoping she would calm down.

“Oh honey, you gonna be alright, trust me okay?” Wendy assured her, fixing her strands of hair from Dahee’s face—taking a good look on the her face as she wipes off the tears from Dahee’s cheeks.

“I need to fix this, Wendy.  I can’t lose Dowoon again, or worse, losing Younghyun.” Dahee said after bawling her eyes out for couples of minutes , feeling determined, holding Wendy’s hands as she flashed her supporting smiles and feeling proud with her best friend.

Taeyong softly smiles “That’s our girl Yoon Dahee!!” His shouts echo through the room, making the girls lets out a soft chuckles.

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[unmanageable-day]

"Jihoon hates it when he accidentally wears the same clothes as me. But actually I like it."

Genre/summary: just pure fluff!!!!! double date with boyfriend!Hoshi and friend!Jihoonie

just a lil a/n: inspo by hosh's line in gose insomnia zero, and the last dialogue from @cheesyotpprompts in this post

'Don't forget our double date with Jihoon tomorrow ♡ I'm so excited!'

Smiling ear to ear, you replied the text from the boyfriend, Kwon Soonyoung with a short okay and a lot of emojis. His best bud, Jihoon was somehow affiliated with one of your friends in high school. Months later, they both agreed to figure out what would be ahead for them. They were surely expecting a beautiful future. You and Soonyoung couldn't be happier for them.

Soonyoung talked about going on a double date with his best bros, like almost all the time. The older ones kept being against the idea, basically saying that they prefer a date just for two so they could be all nothing but lovey dovey and enjoying physical affection for each other. Even Mingyu kept finding excuses to reject his invitation for a double date. Wonwoo was way worse; both him and his girl would do anything to avoid people. As much as introverted he was, he still couldn't beat Wonwoo and his girl.

Now that finally Jihoon got himself a girl who was pretty close with you, Soonyoung was determined to make his dream date come true.

— 🐯

You got dressed in an oversized floral shirt with short denim. You didn't even spend much time thinking what to wear and what lipstick shade that would match with your favorite nude sandals. Somehow you expected this double date would be all chillin and pretty much laid back. You called your friend, Hina, asking if she was ready. You girls decided to meet the boys at Soonyoung's favorite restaurant. When you and Hina arrived, Soonyoung was spotted alone all by himself.

"Jihoon said he will be late a bit," he informed.

"Yeah, it's fine. He told me already. He just wants me to make sure that y/n doesn't let you be extra, or say cheesy pick up lines too much.."

You almost choked your lychee tea. What exactly does Jihoon tell Hina about her boyfriend? But she got a point. Sometimes those cheesy lines did embarrass you especially when there were audiences. You received a lot of complains from Seungcheol, Wonwoo, and Jihoon when the boys held dinner events because your boyfriend never understood when his buddies said to tone it down.

"Except I'm not sure what he means by extra. I mean it's just the second time I meet you. So..." Hina shrugged, looking at you.

A bittersweet chuckle slipped your mouth. "You'll see sooner or later."

Surprisingly Soonyoung was quite well-behaved when Jihoon was not there yet. No cheesy lines, no PDAs like hand holding all the time visibly on the table, or feeding you with airplane, and no petnames other than 'jagiya'.

"He's here," Hina cheered.

Jihoon walked quickly approaching your table. "Hey, sorry I'm late. The junior surely ask a lot, forgetting that it's weekend," he said as soon as he sat. "Where's Soonyoung?"

"Toilet," you answered. Your eyes scanned Jihoon from head to toe, making him uncomfortable. He asked why and you wore a serious expression. "Wait, why do you look familiar?"

"What do you mean familiar?" He raised an eyebrow.

Just in time Soonyoung was back and took his seat beside you. A groan and a sigh escaped Jihoon's lips. You turned to look at your boyfriend. Or more specifically, your boyfriend's outfit of the day. From a pair of black denim, a grayish blue sweater, a white T-shirt under the sweater, with a cap on top. His outfit was exactly the same like Jihoon was wearing. The only differences were the cap color and the sneakers.

"Ah!" Nodding slowly, you let out a quiet dramatic exclaim as you noticed what had been bugging your mind.

You heard Jihoon complaining. "Again? Just why?"

Soonyoung laughed. "I swear I didn't see you get dressed this morning."

"Sorry, Jihoon. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't say yes to this double date," you said, pretending to be guilty and suppressing your laugh. You remembered Soonyoung told you how he and Jihoon had a lot of exactly the same clothes collection. And how Jihoon hated to go out with Soonyoung when they wore the same clothes, which your boyfriend may or may not have done it on purpose. "Hina, you may go with Jihoon."

"Why?" Soonyoung whined, blinking his 10:10 eyes. "Jihoon and I make a good pair."

"You are, honey. You are."

"I think they look cute," Hina commented, giggling watching the three of you bickering.

"Yeah, cute, if this happens once in a while," Jihoon scoffed. He then rambled about this accident of wearing the same clothes happening more than four times in the past two weeks. Soonyoung always defended himself by saying because they had been roommates for a long time that they developed similar style of fashion.

"I feel you, bro," you responded. "I'm not into couple shirts but he bought so many." This statement didn't provoke Soonyoung that much. Instead he was even more determined to get more couple stuff.

Jihoon got up, fixing his hair and put his cap back on backwards. "Can we go now, like now? People start staring because apparently two guys wearing couple outfit makes this double date interesting to watch."

"I think they're just jealous because they're not us." Soonyoung grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Jihoon sighed. "Y/n, remind me again to never say yes to double date with him."

Giggling quietly, you said okay to Jihoon. Soonyoung looked at you in disbelief, whining for your support for his double date agenda.

"I knew this double date was a bad idea. I should have listened to Seungcheol and Joshua."

Soonyoung pouted. "Bad idea? But it's my idea."

"Exactly," both you and Jihoon cooed, raising eyebrows in a matter-of-fact manner. Soonyoung pressed his lips into straight line, darting his sharp tiger eyes glare at Jihoon and you. Giggling, you squished his cheeks before finally the four of you left the restaurant.

[a-blue-secret]

CHAPTER XXVII

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Chapter XXVI | Chapter XXVII | Chapter XXVIII

GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.7k+

AN: *stares at supposed update schedule* *blinks twice* So uh... I think my update schedule has kinda, um, thrown itself out the window... but anyway, I promised three updates this week, and here I am to deliver!

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

Seohyun pulled open the door, rubbing her eyes. “Morning, Taehyun,” she said sleepily. “You’re up early.”

Taehyun gave a sheepish smile, and stepped into the room. “Morning, Seohyun. Morning, Nabi,” he added, and the unmoving lump in one of the beds in the room gave a sleepy grunt.

“What’s up, Taehyun?” Seohyun asked. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” Taehyun said. “I just wanted to ask: you guys all know what’s been happening in Gojongja, right?”

“The long and short of it, yeah,” Seohyun said, walking across the room to open the curtains. “Like the fact that Aruyeo now have an alliance with Gojongja, and Beomgyu’s turned into this beast by a curse.” She tilted her head curiously, looking at Taehyun. “Hey… you look brighter. More… alive. Did something happen?”

Taehyun grinned, face lighting up. “Nope. But something is about to happen. And I need yours and Nabi’s help.”

The sleeping lump in the bed shifted, and Nabi emerged from her cocoon of blankets. There was a smile on her face. “I’m listening.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“You want us to do that?” Seohyun said, eyes wide. “Really?”

“Yep,” Taehyun smiled. “Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been possible, but as the Grand Vizier I am legally allowed to appoint anyone I like to take my place. Temporarily, of course.”

“Temporary or not, that’s incredible,” Nabi said. “And you want us? Really?”

“You’re the best people for the job,” Taehyun replied. “And with Beomgyu gone, you’ll technically be ruling Gojongja.”

Nabi fumbled with her words, staring at Taehyun in shock. “I… Taehyun, that’s amazing. And you want us to run Gojongja? Are you sure?”

“I’m 100% sure,” Taehyun laughed. “Take care of Gojongja, okay?” He stood up. “I need to go talk to Jiwon now.” He waved at his sisters. “Jungwon will talk you through how the whole thing works, but I think you’ll get the knack for it in no time.” With one last grin at his sisters, Taehyun left the room.

Taehyun walked through the hallways with a confidence he hadn’t walked with in a long time. He smiled to himself, standing even straighter.

Maybe it was the fact that his family had come back. They might not have been his blood family, but they were the closest to one that he was ever going to get. He’d grown up with them, after all. Sure, maybe Jiwon could be a bit annoying, and Nabi and Seohyun had their girly things which he didn’t understand, but they were his family. And they were back with him. With them by his side, his days had felt the brightest they’d been since Beomgyu had turned. He widened his shoulders, the small smile on his face turning into a fully-fledged grin.

The determined, no-nonsense Taehyun was back, and he wasn’t going to mope and cry anymore.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“The forests?” Jiwon frowned, folding another paper airplane for Junghoon when the younger came running up to him empty-handed. Junghoon left with the airplane, going back to running through the fields. Jiwon turned to Taehyun again. “Sure,” he said. “I guess I could. It would take at least a day, though, because the forests are so big.”

Taehyun nodded his head gratefully. “Thanks, Jiwon,” he said.

“No problem,” replied his elder brother. “But one question. What am I supposed to be sensing for?”

“For Beomgyu,” Taehyun replied. “And any animals around Beomgyu.”

“The animals around Beomgyu?” Jiwon repeated, confused. “Is this to do with your ability? Foreign exchange, right?”

Junghoon came up to them again, guiltily pointing at the paper airplane floating down the stream. Jiwon sighed, but folded another one for the boy, who ran away happily with the paper creation in his hands.

“Yeah.”

Jiwon nodded. “Ah, right. Okay. Sure, I’ll do that for you. It might be a good way to teach Junghoon how to use his ability as well.”

Taehyun stood up with a grateful smile on his face, brushing grass from his trousers. “Thank you, Jiwon. It means a lot to me.”

Jiwon quirked a grin. “Any time, little bro. Any time.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“And now the other part of the plan is to find Hyunjin and Yeji,” Taehyun said to himself, walking through the palace again. “Where would they be?”

He peered into the library, and smiled. “Psst. Hyunjin. Yeji. Can I talk to you two for a moment?”

The Hwang siblings looked up at Taehyun.

“Sure,” Yeji said. “Let’s go out of this library first.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“So what’s up?” Hyunjin asked once all three of them were seated in one of the many tea rooms in the palace.

“I have a plan,” Taehyun started. “And I need your help.”

“What’s this plan for?” Yeji inquired.

Taehyun gave a determined smile. “A plan to get Beomgyu back.”

Instantly, their interest heightened, and Hyunjin and Yeji both leaned forward.

“Go on,” Hyunjin said. “We’re listening.”

Taehyun grinned. “Seohyun and Yeji are going to be taking over Gojongja for a while. Jiwon will take Junghoon and they’re going to try and locate where Beomgyu is. You and I, however, have different missions. You both know my ability, right?”

Hyunjin tilted his head. “Nature? Same as all the other Jinju Kangs?”

Taehun shook his head. “No. Truth be told, I’m not actually a Kang. My ability is foreign exchange. Meaning I can talk to and understand anything.”

Yeji raised an eyebrow. “You’re not a Kang? That’s unexpected.”

Taehyun shrugged carelessly. “I don’t really care about it that much. It doesn’t matter to me. But my ability… it’s helpful for my plan.”

“Foreign exchange,” Hyunjin said musingly. “So like, talking to different things?” When Taehyun nodded, he raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s a powerful ability.”

“Yep,” Taehyun agreed. “And while it’s useful in my plan, it won’t be useful unless I have an idea of how to use it. That’s where you come in.”

Yeji nodded, leaning forward. “We’re all ears.”

“I need you to find out all the cures to insanity. Any poisons which cause insanity, and spells which cause insanity. Hell, even find out what psychiatrists say to patients diagnosed with insanity. Anything you can find, I want you to find it out. If it means going back to your Kingdoms, then do it. Please.”

Hyunjin and Yeji looked at each other, then back at Taehyun.

“You want us to find out all the cures to insanity?” Hyunjin repeated. “Every single one?”

Taehyun nodded. “Every single one.”

Yeji bit her lip, thinking. “Well. That’s a pretty big mission.”

“If Sir Yoongi were here, we could ask him,” Hyunjin said regretfully. “This could be hard.”

At Yoongi’s name, Taehyun looked up at Hyunjin. “Wait, Yoongi? Yoongi will know?” he asked. “Yoongi’s in Gojongja now.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “Really?” He stood up. “Well we definitely have to go to him first. Taehyun, lead the way!”

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“Oh, hello Tae– oh my. Taehyun, my boy, you do have a knack for bringing around people that I haven’t seen in years. Hyunjin, how have you been?”

Hyunjin laughed, hugging the Antiquarian. “I’ve been great,” he said. “You’re looking as young as ever, Yoongi. Why, you don’t look a day over three hundred years.”

Yoongi chuckled, releasing Hyunjin to look at him properly. “And rightfully I shouldn’t,” he said, smiling. “I am only three hundred this year, you know. Gosh, you’ve gotten even more handsome since the last time I saw you.”

Yeji and Taehyun, who were watching the exchange, both widened their eyes. “You’re three hundred?” Taehyun asked.

“Indeed I am,” Yoongi said, eyes twinkling. He spotted Yeji, and his smile widened. “Ah, you must be Yeji, Hyunjin’s younger sister. You both have the same incredible facial structure.”

Yeji smiled, bowing. “Nice to meet you, Sir Yoongi.”

“Just Yoongi is fine, my dear. Now come on in, come on in! Let me make you all some tea.” He ushered them inside, and Yeji and Hyunjin both entered the Antiquarian’s office. Taehyun, however, hung back.

“Oh? Taehyun, wouldn’t you like to come inside?” Yoongi asked.

Taehyun shook his head, giving a slight apologetic bow. “If it’s alright, I have some things that I need to do.”

Yeji and Hyunjin looked at him curiously, but Yoongi smiled, as if he knew what Taehyun was going to do.

“I may not have foresaw Hyunjin’s visit, but I predicted this. Alright, go on. Good luck, my boy.”

Taehyun smiled, bowing. “Thank you, Yoongi.” And with that, he walked away.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

Taehyun looked up at Hobak. Hobak stared down at him blankly. Taehyun furrowed his brows, tongue poking out in concentration. Hobak continued to blink at him, the same mildly bewildered look on its face.

Eventually, Taehyun gave an annoyed huff, lying down on the grass.

He’d taken Hobak out of the stables to have a walk around the fields while simultaneously trying to communicate with his horse. It was safe to say that things were not going the way Taehyun had planned them to go.

He let out a sigh, sitting up. Hobak pawed at the grass awkwardly, almost as if the horse were shifting from foot to foot, before bending down to graze beside where Taehyun was sitting, still side-eyeing the vizier. Taehyun was grabbing handfuls of grass and ripping them up all over his dark pants, like a toddler throwing a fit. He noticed Hobak watching him, and stuck his tongue out childishly.

“Stop judging me. I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past half an hour. Unsuccessfully. I have a right to throw a temper tantrum.”

Hobak nickered, almost like he was laughing at Taehyun.

‘You could have just said that, instead of staring at me like you were constipated.’

Taehyun’s head whipped around so fast that he almost cricked his neck. “What?”

Still holding eye contact with him, Taehyun’s horse huffed again, and Taehyun could hear the smile in its voice. ‘Surprise?’

Taehyun blinked, and shook his head rapidly. “You– you talked? To me?”

‘Yup. To you.’

Taehyun stared at Hobak, wide-eyed, before throwing his handfuls of grass into the air, letting out a frustrated groan. “It’s that easy to talk to you? Seriously?”

Hobak tilted his head to the side, his eyes glinting mischievously. ‘To be fair, those were the first words you’ve actually spoken in half an hour.’

“Seriously?”

The horse nodded its head. ‘Seriously.’

Taehyun opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, unable to find the right words to say anything. Hobak watched him, before huffing another laugh again.

“Hey, don’t laugh! Why are you laughing?” Taehyun groaned, though there was a small smile on his own face. Hobak was going to say something else, before his ears pricked up and he lifted his head. Taehyun followed the action, and was surprised to see Toto trotting up to them.

‘I heard Taehyun talking! Like, actually talking! I needed to see for myself!’

Hobak laughed again. ‘Look, here comes Toto. God, the horse and the owner are similar in too many ways. Toto talks so goddamn much.’

Toto had now approached them, and he nuzzled Taehyun’s neck, pressing his nose into Taehyun’s chest, nickering happily.

‘Testing testing, one two one two, Taehyun can you hear me? Taehyun, if you can hear me please reply!’

Taehyun couldn’t help but laugh at Toto’s perky voice, so much like Beomgyu’s. “I can hear you, Toto, loud and clear.”

The parrot-horse nickered, blowing warm air over Taehyun’s legs. ‘Oh, good! That’s good! It’s nice to be able to talk to you!’

Hobak tossed his mane, making a noise not dissimilar to the sound that Taehyun sometimes made when he was amused. ‘Toto, calm down, you're being overbearing. Let the poor human breathe, will you?’

Toto nuzzled Taehyun’s neck one last time before stepping back, the vizier grinning up at the two horses. “Oh, you have no idea how glad I am to be able to talk to you.”

Toto tilted his head curiously. ‘Why? What are you doing? What’s going on?’

Taehyun laughed. “Toto, you sound so much like Beomgyu. But anyway,” he carried on, smiling as Toto ruffled his feathers giddily, “This is my ability. I have the ability to talk to you.”

‘Oh, we knew that! Didn’t we, Hobak?’

Hobak nodded. ‘We did. One of the butterflies told us.’ The horse hesitated, and a little bit of shyness creeped into his tone. ‘It’s nice to be able to talk to you.’

“It’s nice to be able to talk to you, too,” Taehyun said, smiling. His eyes lit up. “Wait, this means I could go speak to all the horses in our stables?”

‘Yup!’ Toto said. ‘That new horse, Aengdu, is really fond of you by the way.’

‘Too fond, I think,’ Hobak muttered grumpily. ‘I’m Taehyun’s horse, not him.’

“Is that jealousy I sense?” Taehyun teased. Wow, Hobak sounded so much like him.

‘No, not jealous!’ Hobak defended. ‘Just… annoyed.’

“Yes, annoyed because you’re jealous.”

‘I’m not! I just…’ Hobak sighed, and Taehyun laughed. ‘Anyway, is there a reason you wanted to be able to speak with us?’

“Oh, yeah. Do you know about what’s happening in Gojongja right now?”

The two horses paused, thinking.

‘Nabi and Seohyun have become temporary co-rulers of Gojongja?’ Toto supplied. ‘The stable hands were all talking about it.’

‘The beast,’ Hobak said. ‘They theorised that the beast was Beomgyu, and the reason Nabi and Seohyun are taking of Gojongja for now is because the King isn’t here and his vizier is too stressed to deal with it.’

Taehyun raised his eyebrow at the scarily accurate theory. Toto scoffed.

‘Nah, that was just a theory from one of the young stable boys. The one that talks a lot. That can’t be true. Beomgyu can’t have turned into the monster.’

“It’s true.”

Both the horses bent their heads down in surprise.

Hobak huffed in shock. ‘Say what?’

Taehyun bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from potentially crying. He nodded his head. “It's true. Beomgyu has turned into the beast. That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

Hobak and Toto were silent for a long moment. Then Toto spoke.

‘What?’ He shook his head, like he was trying to get his thoughts in order. ‘So you’re telling me that this legendary, only-told-in-stories beast is actually Beomgyu? How does this work?’

“Uh…” Taehyun looked around, seeing if there was any way to explain it in a concise manner. “Can you talk to the wind? The wind knows.”

The two horses shook their heads. 'No, the wind doesn’t like us. They won’t talk to the horses,’ Hobak said.

‘It’s because we run against them all the time,’ Toto added. ‘That’s why they don’t like us.’

Taehyun nodded thoughtfully. “Alright.” He gave a sigh. “I’ll explain it to you then. So the short version of it is that someone cursed Beomgyu to turn into this beast, and this someone’s clan has been cursing people for centuries to turn into the beasts. This beast is the beast of legends and we all know that the beast is killed in the end. That’s always what happens to the beast, because it’s a beast and people want a beast killed. And now it’s Beomgyu who’s turned into the beast and he might di– die.”

Taehyun’s voice hiccupped on the last word, but he kept his face neutral. He was done with crying.

‘All I caught was the word ‘beast’, but I think I understand the gist of it,’ Hobak said.

Toto nodded. ‘Me too. So you want to communicate with this beast, right?’

“Yeah.”

‘So that’s why you want to talk with us, to make sure that you’re able to do it,’ Hobak said, understanding the situation. ‘Right, that makes sense. Hey, should we go to the other horses so you can practise more?’

“Oh, sure,” Taehyun said, getting up. He went over and patted Hobak’s furred flank, smiling. “It’s nice to be able to talk to you, Hobakie.”

Hobak shook his mane, pleased, while Toto gave a whine.

‘Hey, aren’t you glad to be able to talk to me too? I’m your boyfriend’s horse, you know!’

Taehyun gave a laugh. “Do you two like, listen in on every single conversation you hear?”

‘Duh, of course we do! And I’m Beomgyu’s horse, what do you expect?’

Taehyun chuckled again, ruffling the feathers of Toto’s mane. “You’re right, you’re right. And it’s nice to be able to talk to you too, Toto. Come on, let’s go back to the stables.”

They walked back towards the palace, the two horses on either side of the vizier.

“Wait Toto, how did you manage to get out of the stables by yourself?”

‘I flew.’

“You can fly?!”

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[blueluneacy]

Omg as soon as I refresh my dash I see requests are open again!! I'm the one who requested the delinquent x yandere 3taro and I LOVED it! Any chance I could request a sequel to it? Maybe of their date?

bro, BRO, your MIND is so huge. That prompt was so good! I had a lot of fun writing this one, although it’s a lot more soft than yan!

If you want to read the first part, it’s HERE!

Warnings are: none? I mean, yandere technically, but its p much just soft. hes not even really possessive whoops-

“Is this place alright with you?” Jotaro asked, and you just popped out of your thoughts, looking at the man across from you. He had called you that day after school, ironing out details of where the two of you would meet and when for a date that you were semi roped into.

“Oh! It’s nice, I promise!” You told him, and you weren’t lying. It was nice, really. You just weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing or saying to Jotaro. You had seen a few schoolmates pass by the two of you and gawk, leaving you feeling embarrassed and exposed. You played with the edge of your coffee cup, thinking for a moment. 

“S-So, um, what exactly are you… Interested in?” You asked him, hoping not to sound like a total idiot. You already had a feeling there wasn’t going to be a second date with how bumbling you were in your attempts for conversation. Jotaro just kept looking at you with that same cold expression, which just made you more certain that this was all falling apart. And Jotaro was so nice to ask out someone like you, the person he always ended up standing out in the hall with. This was sure going to make those days of getting punished for being late all the more awkward. But, Jotaro just hummed for a moment, thinking.

“I like books. I tend to read about airplanes and ships.” Jotaro noted, and you just smiled. You weren’t sure how he could be so calm while you were practically falling apart on this date, but the fact that he was so easy going about it put you at ease. 

“Oh, really? Are you planning on maybe becoming an engineer or mechanic after school?” You asked, trying to continue the conversation, but Jotaro just shrugged.

“Haven’t thought about it.” He replied, and that was the end of that. You swallowed, looking around. God, things would be so much easier if he would establish a back and forth with you! This was just leaving you struggling to figure out what to say in general.

“Oh, haha, I get that! I don’t really know what I’m going to be doing yet, either. My parents want me to go to college, but who knows.” You replied, laughing a bit. Jotaro just hummed, staring right at you. You didn’t quite realize the obsession that was in his eyes, the absolute adoration when he looked at you. Maybe that was why this was all scary for you.

“You could always get married and stay home.” Jotaro noted, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink. You just sputtered, feeling your face flush as you looked for some sort of out.

“M-Married?! But, that would take a while to find and d-date the right person, a-and you know how floaty I am, I’d probably be terrible with housework, you know?” You tried to reason, embarrassed and a bit confused that Jotaro would even bring up such a thing on something like a first date. You swallowed, looking at the ground.“But, if I were to get married… Someone like you might be nice…” God, what were you even saying at this point. You looked up to see Jotaro staring at you, his face just as flushed as yours at this point. You gasped, trying to clean up the terrible situation that you had escalated.

“Oh god, forget I said anything! I’m rambling, really, saying nonsense!” You told him, trying to laugh off what you said. Jotaro pulled his hat down to cover his face, shaking his head. 

“Good grief..” He sighed. You couldn’t see how he was smiling under his hat, the utter joy he felt from your acknowledgement of him. To you, all you knew was that you were totally bombing on this first date. Not that whenever you spoke, Jotaro’s heart fluttered. When you looked at him, he felt like he was in heaven. He could already imagine a life with you, coming home from work to see you cooking dinner with him, maybe even with a child. While Jotaro never really wanted that domestic type of life, the idea of having it with you completely changed his mind, showing it as something rather appealing. 

The two of you finished your food, smiling. Jotaro didn’t even bother arguing with you about paying, he simply told you that you weren’t going to. His pointed look told you not to argue. You moved to wave goodbye to Jotaro outside of the restaurant, but he just stuck to you like glue.

“Let me walk you home. It could be dangerous.” He told you. You rolled your eyes. It was cute how he was worrying about you, but didn’t he know that only more rumors would spread like that? Maybe that’s what Jotaro wanted, for everyone to believe that you were his. After all, no one would ever dare to touch someone with Jotaro, unless they really wanted to lose a few teeth. 

“Jotaro, it’s three in the afternoon. I promise I’ll be fine.” You told him, but Jotaro just shuffled closer to you, moving to hold your hand, even. It was so much bigger than yours, you noticed.

“Well, then it’s just a thing I was taught. You’re supposed to walk someone home after a date.” Jotaro reasoned. You were too embarrassed to actually argue with him, nodding dopily as the two of you began to walk home. Jotaro just kept you close, listening to you continue to talk about whatever popped into your head. Your voice wasn’t grating to Jotaro, rather, it seemed to keep him calm, in a way. You were someone that kept him grounded in this crazy world, that reminded him that things would be alright. 

When you got to your house, you smiled up at Jotaro. This was nice, it really was. While it was confusing at first, you really wouldn’t mind being with Jotaro in that way. 

“Hey uh, would you… Like to do this again? Same time next week? We can go somewhere else, if you want.” You offered, and Jotaro just looked away, once again pulling his hat over his face.

“... If that’s what you want.” He replied. You giggled, quickly picking up on his little mannerisms. 

“Alright, well, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay? Today was nice!” You turned to move inside, but Jotaro grabbed onto your hand, keeping you from leaving. You turned, about to ask what was wrong, when Jotaro’s lips met your own, the man pulling you into a warm embrace. You gasped into the kiss, looking at Jotaro with shocked eyes. You never thought he could be so passionate.

But, you felt yourself melt into the kiss, warm and soft and safe. Though Jotaro’s body seemed hard and muscular, all sharp lines and edges, his lips were soft against yours. You felt your heart start to beat faster, the realization causing your face to heat up slightly.

Ah, so this is love.

[aqvarius]

Masquerade Kiss: Do Bad Girls Like to Self-pleasure? Kazuomi Shido - otona love - chapter 4 summary/translation

in case you missed it, you can read the previous chapter here or  check out my translations page to read from the start.

is it just me or have we never seen this background before?

the reason for that is because it’s the day of your day off and you’re setting off in a hot air balloon. you thought you’d be taking the private jet as usual, but it turns out it was diagonally upwards (no idea what she’s actually trying to say here, maybe that you’re going diagonally upwards in a balloon rather than jetting off down a runway and taking off). 

kazuomi says that the place you’re going to can only be reached by balloon. a place you can’t go to without a balloon...? you’ve never heard of something like that

“it’s an island that doesn’t admit transportation other than balloons”

(bro how rich do you have to be to become part of a rich people club where you learn about an island that only allows balloons. next we’re gonna learn that kazu is part of a club where they hunt man for sport)

kazu says that the owner changed and boats and jets aren’t allowed, and then he comments that you look like you want to say “that’s weird”. 

you: “by the way, this balloon... has the “SHIBA company” logo 

“yeah. i borrowed yuzu’s [balloon]”

THE FACT THAT YUZURU CASUALLY HAS A HOT AIR BALLOON... AND NOT JUST HIS OWN ONE BUT IT’S A COMPANY BALLOON ALSDKFJSL. i like how we sometimes think yuzu is so bland and minimalist but then he’s literally just as extra as kazuomi and kei but in his own equally ridiculous way. 

kazuomi thinks “balloon huh... you don’t get that many opportunities to ride one*, so when yuzu recommended/offered it, i thought it would be good”

*i’m not sure if he’s saying that you don’t get that many opportunities to ride a balloon or if he himself doesn’t (since there are like no pronouns lmao!!) but i think he’s talking about you since everything he does is for you~ also cause he basically slates balloons in the next slide

“it’s slow and plain and most of all, the altitude is low”

“it’s good if we’re talking about being romantic, but honestly i prefer something more flashy”

“but mc is surprisingly enjoying the situation”

ughhhh the things he does for you!! 😍😭

you tell him that unlike with airplanes and helicopters, you can actually feel the wind which is so nice, and it’s so great that you can see the scenery without any distance/gap.  

“you’ve been busy these days, haven’t you?” you ask. “sometimes it’s not bad to feel the wind like this, right?” 

“i see, that’s one way of thinking about it,” kazuomi says. 

you: “if i had to choose one, i’m surprised that shiba-san [is the one] who likes this [kind of thing]”

you say that you think he (shiba) would say that balloons are a waste of time. kazuomi replies that that guy is surprisingly a romantic, which is why he wanted a screw that had gone into outer space. 

(wtf yuzu is so adorable.........)

anyway, the balloon goes to its destination with you, who seems to be having fun from start to finish. 

when you land on the small island, you go to a log house purveyed by kei (more like.......perveyed....... sorry couldn’t help myself)

“...it’s so lovely! such a warm atmosphere,” you gush . 

kazu says that kei said that it was just that it was spacious... seems like it really is so. 

you exclaim that there’s a fireplace in the next room. kazuomi replies that there’s a fireplace here too. nearly all the rooms have one. you say something like that it won’t get cold at night then, and kazu adds that it’s a luxury to spend time listening to the sound of firewood. talking about sound makes kazuomi realise that the log house, with no music, is quiet for now. it’s almost silent because it’s far away from the other log houses. 

“i can’t relax like this ... i wonder if mc is having fun”

you ask him, “hey, aren’t you feeling restless?”  

“hm? no...” kazu says. he can’t help but smile wryly as you guess how he’s feeling. 

“that kind of face...” you explain

you: “plus, i was sure you like brilliant and bustling places”

“you understand me well”

you: “it would take a lifetime to understand you completely”

maybe because it’s a quiet place, but your expression is calmer than usual. he likes hearing your small laugh, and he thinks that the quietness isn’t so bad. 

“balloons, quiet log houses... none of it is very like you, but that’s why it’s fresh” you say. 

you: “shido, thank you for bringing me [here]”

there was no reason for me to add a screenshot here but i just wanted to show that you really just call him shido. 

both the balloon and the log house were loaned from, and proposed by, yuzu and kei. 

“on the surface, they were amused with all their might, but i couldn’t help but appreciate the clumsy compassion of my mates*.”

*悪友たち can mean like bad friends/bad company but can also mean like partners in crime, close friends

“well... there are no interruptions here. what do you want [to do]?”

“we came here so i can indulge your every whim** for the whole day”

“anything is fine. i’ll grant any wish”

**literally listen to your selfishness 

when the main subject comes up, you shake your head after thinking a little. “i don’t want you to do anything.”

“what did you say...?” kazuomi says. 

you: “i don’t need anything. you bringing me here is enough”

you tell him there was a kitchen back there so you brewed some coffee. 

“don’t need anything...?” kazuomi thinks. he stands up, seeing you off to the kitchen after your unexpected response. he can’t infer the true meaning captured in your words. 

after that, the two of you drink the coffee you brewed and enjoy a dinner arranged by kei. he thinks that your profile as you gaze at the firewood in the fireplace looks peaceful and happy and wonders if this is the time you had wished for. he thought you wanted a more enriching time. 

you put your cups down on the table at the same time and laugh. your faces naturally approach and your lips touch, and when they part, you laugh again.

“it’s been a while since we spent time like this,”  you say. kazuomi agrees, saying that [you haven’t spent time like this] ever since he first visited your place. “stop joking,” you retort. “i didn’t get a moment of rest that time.” you tell him that you got cold sweats (from anxiety) at the thought of him coming to your place. 

“and now?” kazu asks.

“now, well...” you say. 

resting your head on his shoulder, he sees your eyes narrow gently as you gaze at the fireplace. 

“i’m not troubled by you seeing me, i’m cool [with it]”

“then, i’ll come visit you again***”

***when kazuomi says またお邪魔しよう he means he’s going to “intrude” in on your place again (since people say “sorry for intruding” when they go to other people’s places) 

you: let me know beforehand. i’ll get my parents to send over some jakoten.

basically they’re referring to that time in kazuomi’s lover obscura route when he came to his mc’s place for the first time and she was really anxious about him seeing her true self and afraid that he wouldn’t be into her bc her true self isn’t as sophisticated as “arisa”. she lied about being able to cook acqua pazza despite not actually being able to cook and instead made yasai itame, nikujaga and tamagoyaki and served miso soup and some side dishes, including jakoten (fried fish cakes) from her hometown (uwajima) that her parents sent, and kazuomi actually really liked jakoten haha. 

“the sound of mc’s giggly laughter fills my heart and heals me.”

“pointless conversations, playful kisses, intertwined fingers... we haven’t done anything special, but this is enough.”

“it’s a good feeling ... i think it’s because i fell in love with mc”

i just want to interrupt here because this makes me so emotional ahhh. like kazu and his mc’s thing has always been about like challenging and playing games with each other and it’s always been about the thrill of the chase, so i just adore it when they’re just simple and wholesome and in love (esp when kazuomi is the one who we get to see being head over heels). 

“falling in love, huh... i never thought the day would come when i would use that word”

this whole time, he thought it was his role to uncover**** your heart and body. however, without him even realising, you may have opened him up. 

****the word used here is more like to unravel/loosen/relax. basically it’s referring to you know how kazuomi and his mc are always talking about like getting each other to open up/expose/reveal their true selves and intentions. 

“i see,” kazuomi thinks. “we open up to each other and heal each other.” maybe that’s why you want to spend such an enriching time together. 

the coffee that you brewed is still hot and kazuomi feels like he’s never had such delicious coffee before. 

“doing nothing but sipping coffee in front of the fireplace ... that time is the most precious.”

“it’s delicious.” you say the same thing [as he was thinking] after drinking your coffee, face softening. 

“it was already pitch black outside, but the inside of the log house was full of warmth and happiness.”

“...i see. so this is happiness”

(LOOK HOW SOFT HE IS AHHHHHH)

he places the cup down and hugs you from behind. placing a hand on his arm, you murmur while staring at the fireplace, telling him that he seems to be so busy lately, you didn’t want to push him too much... you avoided tiring him out as much as possible. 

for the first time, kazuomi is unmistakably hearing the “true feelings”***** that you have hidden until now...

*****i chose to use this phrasing (alongside true intentions/face) here and in the previous chapter to try to convey the meaning as smoothly as possible through the context but you’d probably get a better sense of the meaning if you search “本音” or “honne”. essentially, it’s one’s true inner self/feelings that can’t necessarily be (and in fact is usually contrary to) one’s outward-facing societal/public persona (tatamae). it’s a recurring theme throughout kazuomi and his mc’s relationship (particularly in the earlier stages) as they are both trying to uncover each other’s real selves.

--

anyway i hope you enjoyed chapter 4! can’t believe we only have 2 chapters left to go, and i promise you that they get really steamy. but for now, i so enjoyed seeing kazuomi putting aside his own tastes to make you happy, and then realising that he’s so in love with you that even doing the simplest things with you give him bliss. it’s so rare that we get to see kazu being... not Excessive(tm)? he’s really just a man in love when it comes to you ;~~; also how cute is it that yuzu and kei give him so much shit but really try to help in any way they can when it comes down to it? 

i’ve set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

click here for chapter 5

[rt8815]

Christmas 2020

This fills the “Fix a plothole” square on my CM Bingo card.

Again, no clever title

WC: 2,100

The first scene is mostly unnecessary, but ask me if I care. Spoiler alert: I don’t!

I couldn’t find a picture or GIF that fits, but this one is cute.

Out of all the reindeers, you know you’re the mastermind

Run, run Rudolph, Randolph ain’t too far behind

Run, run Rudolph, Santa’s gotta make it to town

Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down

Run, run Rudolph, ‘cause I’m reelin’ like a merry-go-round

McKinley sang along with Chuck Berry, pulling cookies from the oven.

“What would you like for your first Christmas, my littlest love?” she asked Sophie.

The five month old babbled at her mother, shaking her arms. If she weren’t too young for it, McKinley would’ve sworn she was dancing to the music.

“You’ll want for nothing, certainly! Aunt Penny alone will spoil you rotten, but that’s her job as your fairy godmother, I suppose.”

She smiled wistfully at the memory of Sophie’s birth, how Penny’s godmother-hood was assumed from the moment they announced Baby Reid’s impending arrival, and how utterly mortified Penny had been to learn, birth center bedside, that she would be co-godparenting with Luke.

McKinley considered him as her brother as much as she considered Penny to be her sister. Not only had the four hung out together from the start, Luke had also looked after her the month she and Spencer weren’t speaking to each other, and he was instrumental in getting them back together.

How do you not make such a man your child’s godfather?

Sophie began fussing to be nursed, so McKinley scooped her out of the highchair and carried her to the couch.

Buzz-buzz

A text came from Spencer, asking if she was free for a video chat. Once she powered up her laptop, she sent a quick ‘Yep.’

His face appeared, the picture slightly wobbly until he situated his phone on the kickstand.

“Hey there! How are my two favorite ladies?”

“We’re great,” she replied, turning Sophie in her lap to face the camera. Securing her with one hand on her torso, McKinley gently grasped Sophie’s arm to kiss her hand and wave it at Spencer.

“Who’s that, Sophie? Who’s that handsome devil?”

“Stop,” he mumbled, blushing at her suggestive tone.

“What?” she continued, ignoring his hands slashing across his neck. “You’re gorgeous...irresistible...delectable.”

Spencer’s face graduated to an even deeper pink. “Anyway, takeoff is in 20 minutes and I wanted to see you both before switching to airplane mode.”

“You’re on the jet?” she asked flatly. “Oh God, everyone heard that, didn’t they?”

“Hey, Twist ‘n’ Shout,” Luke winked as he slipped past Spencer to the bathroom.

McKinley facepalmed.

“I tried to warn you.”

“Hush.”

Spencer chuckled. “Is everything ready for tomorrow?”

“Yep,” she replied, grateful for the change of subject. “Just a few dishes left to cook in the morning. Y’all bringing your sides?”

“On it.”

“My pie ingredients are ready and waiting.”

“I’m baking my casserole tonight.”

McKinley sighed in relief. She and Spencer offered to host the family Christmas dinner this year, since Rossi had left to spend the holidays with Joy and Kai. It didn’t make the most sense because their house was rather small, but everyone got on board regardless. The others contributing to the meal eased her anxiety a bit.

They chatted a while longer, and everyone took turns fawning over Sophie, who really started demanding lunch.

“Guess I better go,” McKinley sighed.

Spencer nodded, blowing kisses to his girls.

“See you in a few hours. Love you.”

“We love you too. Say ‘Bye-bye, Daddy.’”

Sophie gurgled as the video chat ended.

…

The tree was lit, the house all decorated, and the smell of roasted meats and vegetables permeated the air.

Spencer eyed the mini doughnuts McKinley made just for him.

She nudged his hip. “Don’t you dare!”

“Awww.”

“Go on then, man-child,” she rolled her eyes. “It is the holidays, I suppose.”

His pout slid into a smirk, tongue darting between his lips. “Actually, I think I’ll wait for dessert until tonight.”

“Spencer, there’s a child present.”

Sophie gazed at them, absentmindedly gnawing on a teething ring.

Ding-dong!

“That’ll be Penny. I hope I did a good job on these vegetarian dishes!”

“I’m sure they’re delicious,” he said reassuringly as he walked to the door.

Penelope hobbled in, laden with gift bags and all decked out in her Christmas best.

She deposited the gifts under the tree, then gave Boogie a quick pat on her way to McKinley.

“Gimme gimme gimme,” Penny ordered, making grabby hands at Sophie.

“Hello, angel,” she cooed. “You know you’re not getting her back until bedtime, right?” Penny informed the couple as she left faint lipstick prints on Sophie’s cheeks and forehead.

“You know that means you’ll be changing any diapers, right?” Spencer replied.

“Small price to pay.”

Everyone trickled in over the next hour, Luke being the last. Penny handed over Sophie with only slight reluctance, perhaps because he seemed to be in a sour mood. 

His scowl dissolved when he held Sophie, breaking into a joyful grin.

“¡Feliz Navidad! ¿Cómo estás, Nena?”

She settled in her uncle’s arms, squeaking happily when he nuzzled her fine, curly hair and kissed her temple.

“Is Lisa driving separately?” McKinley asked, hoisting a massive plate of pheasant and quail off the island. Maybe she went a smidgen overboard.

Luke stiffened. “She's working another shift at the ER,” he replied, never looking away from Sophie. “Told me to tell you she's sorry she couldn't join us.”

Everyone else shared brief, tense glances.

“I'll put together a plate for you to take home for her. Let her know we missed her.”

“Sure.”

“Wine, anyone?” Spencer offered, breaking the awkward silence.

Most of the evening passed smoothly, with everyone sharing child-friendly stories of past Christmases (Henry and Michael were there, of course!), passing around and feeding Sophie, and reading a (sadly) abridged version of A Christmas Carol.

And then Luke felt the need to snidely comment on Penny’s boyfriend’s absence. It was a relatively new relationship and kind of soon to drag each other into their friend groups.

Spencer and McKinley alone heard him in the kitchen, since the rest of the group were chatting excitedly in the den, waiting to exchange presents.

McKinley wrenched open the back door, seizing Luke by the collar. “You, with me. Now.”

She steered a tipsy Luke onto the back porch, locking the door behind her.

“Are you insane? It’s 30 degrees out here!” he growled, swiping at her keys, but McKinley stuffed them down her bra.

“Good! We can make this quick, and maybe you’ll sober up as a bonus. Say it and we can go back inside.”

“Say what?”

“How much you hate that Penelope’s with someone else.”

Luke snorted, though he flushed with embarrassment. “That’s ridiculous. Why would I -?”

“Because she’s not with you!” she exclaimed, her voice shrill. “You have feelings for her and you are kicking yourself for not acting on them in the beginning.”

He laughed incredulously. “I do not have ‘feelings’ for Penelope.”

“Why else would you have discouraged Phil from pursuing her?”

“How the hell do you know that?” he asked, taking a step back.

McKinley threw up her arms. “I knew Phil and Lisa from volunteering in the rehab wing, remember? One morning the spring after he was murdered, I ran into her at a coffee shop following her shift in the ER. We talked about him, how much his death shook us, and then she said, ‘It’s sad he never had the chance to be with Penelope. They’d have been a cute couple.’”

Luke swallowed hard.

“And I found that interesting, since I distinctly recall you telling Penny that Phil hadn’t asked about her. Lisa told me you also said, ‘You’re no match for Penelope Garcia.’? Bro, you got it for her baaad.”

“Did you mention any of this to Lisa?”

“Don’t you think she’d have confronted you if I had?” McKinley countered, rubbing her arms for warmth. “You think Lisa hasn't noticed how frequently you hang out with me, Spencer, and Penny even when she’s not working? Do you think it’s a coincidence that she’s missing all these parties?”

His face hardened. “Are you suggesting that she’s -”

“Cheating? No! Miserable! You two are miserable - don’t deny it!” she warned when he started protesting.

“Luke, you won’t admit out loud that you’re unhappy with Lisa or that part of the reason you jumped into the relationship was to forget Penny. If you did? Well, then you’d be the most awful person on this porch.”

McKinley breathed in the frigid air before continuing. “So, I’m gonna give you an out.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“By saying something that’s even more awful.” She stared pointedly at the falling snow, voice wavering.

“Like what?”

“Sometimes I hate being a wife and Mom,” she spat venomously. “Sometimes I wanna pack up my old tiny house, drive off and never look back.” She clamped her hands to her mouth, surprising even herself with her confession.

Luke gaped at her for the longest moment, lips parted in shock.

He slumped against the wall. “I shouldn’t be with Lisa, I should be with Penelope. I love her.”

McKinley threw her best ‘No shit, Sherlock’ face his way.

“You serious?”

“In my darkest hours, yes. I love Sophie and Spencer so much, but you remember how much I loved playing live music? I never see Taylor and the gang anymore since I quit The Five Doctors, and it’s been almost a year since I picked up my guitar.”

She leaned into her wall, raking through her hair. “Every day I scramble to meet deadlines at work, then here it’s cooking, cleaning, laundry, feeding and bedtime. I’m a single parent for weeks at a time. It never lets up. It’s really hard, Luke.”

“Have you talked to Spencer about -” he stopped short at the glare on her face.

“Right, that’s not fair of me.”

McKinley retrieved her keys. “Horror of horrors, we have to be adults about this. I need to adjust to my new normal and you need to talk to Lisa, because if you keep avoiding the subject, it’ll blow up in your faces.”

“And Penelope? I’m not sure what to say to her. I mean, does she even feel the same way about me?” He cringed at how junior high that sounded.

“Luke, if you wanna know how Penelope feels, you have to talk to her."

They discreetly returned to the kitchen, where Spencer was pouring cocoa for everyone.

“Presents, presents, presents!” Michael chanted.

Soon the den was drowning in a sea of wrapping paper. At some point, JJ switched her phone to video because the kids were putting on quite a show. Amid the excitement, Sophie squirmed in Penelope’s lap and stretched her arms in Spencer’s direction.

“Had enough Aunt Penny for tonight?” she asked, handing her over. “Okie-dokie. I’m marvelous but I’m not Mommy or Daddy.”

Sophie studied her father’s face intently, vocalizing softly. She suddenly reached up, patting his cheek.

“Dah-dah.”

The room fell silent.

McKinley gasped. “Did she just…?”

“She did,” Spencer whispered in awe. “Her first word. Yes, sweetheart, I’m your Daddy.”

Everyone watched the three huddled together in a private family moment, elated beyond description for their friend. He had waited years for this and he deserved every happiness.

…

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Luke froze, hand hovering by the doorknob. “Uuum, home?”

“Four glasses of wine? You’re not safe to drive. You’re sleeping on our couch.”

“She’s right, Luke. Besides, the weather’s picking up.”

He couldn’t argue with that: the snowfall obscured the street, it was so thick. To be honest, he didn’t want to go home anyway.

McKinley carried Sophie to the nursery, pausing at the hall closet.

“Hmmm, why not?” she muttered to herself.

Once Spencer found blankets and pillows for Luke, he went to help tuck in Sophie. The sound of plucking and twanging caught his attention. Peering into the nursery, he was met with a precious scene.

McKinley stood by the crib, tuning her guitar. Spencer remained silent, not wanting to disrupt her. Slowly, she began softly playing “La Vie En Rose,” speaking the lyrics since she couldn’t actually sing.

...Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

“It’s great hearing you play again.”

“I’m kinda rusty, ” she grinned sheepishly. 

“Nonsense,” he corrected, pulling her into one of those dizzying kisses.

Up close, Spencer could see the exhaustion in his wife’s eyes.

“You’ve done a lot today,” he noted as he rubbed her back. “Let me run you a bath, and then I can read you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

McKinley sighed contentedly. “Perfect.”

---

@illegalcerebral @dreatine @cynbx @cmbingo

[inspiringwhilerespiring]

Me avoiding work :))))

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

I am a sucker for both; I usually miss sunrises though :(

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

Waffle

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

I live in TX so its pretty dang hot most of the year, but I do love them A LOT

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

Oh man, I am really working on this. On average I’d say 30 min-hour lol thats awful to admit out loud. But I want to be able to just get up and jet!

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

BRUH I am sure there is sooo much out there - especially like Asian or Carribean or Indian cuisines.

6: What does your umbrella look like?

Don’t have one 

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

Yeah lmao I have a whole ass playlist on Youtube

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

I appreciate the fuck out of both <3 

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

Just about everything lol but off the top of my head - the smell of freshly made coffee. 

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

Lately, its been that sandy, dusty pink or nude - goes really well with all the plants I have lol 

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

Depends of course

12:  Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

Mines pretty neutral but it don’t really matter to me

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

Lol toooo many - I believe there is no such thing as enough candles. The one in front of me is Floral Serenity

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

Yeeee haw I’m from TX bitch

15: Do you have glasses?

sunglasses ya, and those blue-light ones from amazon lol 

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

I’m pretty knowledgable in Spanish, but I’d like to be 100% fluent - also ASL

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

FUCK! Hard one - but I guess Fall and October/November; I just love the cold and October has some nice ass weather in TX/

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

Not really lol I wear this crew cut white pair a lot lately tho

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie?

Hmmmm I’m not sure - maybe Lion King

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

Don’t care

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

Growing up it was always those Junior Mints lol

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

Hmm good question - I really like Richard Linklater (he’s from H town) and he does a lot of films in TX and his projects are really interesting, so maybe his movies lol as for video games and shows idk

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

bitch you guessed it!

24; All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

ganjaaaaa lol but in all honesty, this is a haarrrddd question. Any plant that I can eat or has medicinal values - which is a fuckton of them lol

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

nah, I appreciate all forms of art.

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

blush and thank them

27: Do you like nicknames?

yeah I suppose - lol I feel like as humans we all appreciate or enjoy any form of thoughtfulness or something that makes us feel exclusive/individual 

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

Yeah lowkey I put on shit like Planet Earth, Fresh Prince, Spongebob, That 70s show, etc in the background sometimes if I can’t sleep or am feeling anxious at night to fall asleep to

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

yeah

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

LOL I think the best one I did was Baby spice from the Spice Girls - I thrifted the entire outfit and got a shit ton of compliments 

31:  Are you a fashionable person?

eh lol in my head mostly 

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

yeah honestly 

33:  Cookies or brownies?

cooookies

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

we’ve all done that I’m sure

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

no for the most part

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

yeah fasho

37:  How often do you doodle?

not enough anymore

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

when I chew gum?

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

books

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

i bite the fck out of them :/

41: Any birthmarks?

no

42: Thoughts on freckles?

I don’t have any thoughts, they are what they are - but I do like how the artsy/imaginative side of me likes to believe that they are little stars on our bodies and we’re all made up of the same matter in the universe type shit lol 

43: First video game you ever played?

Sonic the Hedgehog - Sega or Super Mario Bros on the Gameboy

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

some type of songbird

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

I used to a lot more lol 

46: Thoughts on spring?

LUV U<3333

47: Ideal temperature outside?

65

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

Cloudy

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

A lot since I live like 15 min away from the airport, I get to watch em take off from my window

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

Yessss

[shitheadkk]

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Revolution

Chapter One

Last Chance Beach, Morioh

I am one with the sea.

I am one with the sea. The sea and me. Jotaro thought to himself as he folded his arms across his chest in meditation. He is sitting haphazardly on a rock, his large frame encompassing the entire span of the boulder. One strong wind, and he might be blown over. The break of dawn in the sky and the cool, crisp tide do its best to calm his spirits. It’s early in the morning still, way before anyone in the small town of Morioh would begin to stir. But not Jotaro. With his aging body and much more mature mindset, he does his best to come out to the beach and meditate every morning. He has, after all, been through one hell of a lot in his short 33 years.

“All you ever do is sit in your fucking office, looking at pictures of fish! Do you even care about me anymore?”

“Daddy, why don’t you come play with me? I want to go play ball.”

“Shizuka got straight A’s this quarter. I wish you could come celebrate with us.”

The voices in his head of his soon to be ex wife, his daughter, and his ‘uncle’ Josuke ring throughout his head.

I came out here to forget about this shit. Jotaro thought to himself. He begins to hum an ethereal tune, drowning out the screaming voices in his head. Soon, his thoughts are clear and he is one with the sea.

That is, until a voice brings him back to sad reality.

He turns his head to face the voice, finding a tall man in a suit standing on the beach behind him. He gathers himself and his composure, and faces the man.

“Mr. Kujo.” The man stretches out his hand.

“That would be me.” Jotaro says, trying to hide his aggravation at the man for bringing him out of his world. “And you are?”

“My name is irrelevant. I am from the Speedwagon foundation.” He replies.

Good grief. This guy is a real piece of work.

“And what is it? You pricks don’t know how to call somebody.”

“This is about your grandmother, Kujo.” He grimaces. “She’s dying.”

Jotaro feels his heart sink. In all of the world, Jotaro cares about a grand total of three people. His mother, his daughter, and his grandmother.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asks.

“Not sure.” The man lets loose a small chuckle that makes Jotaro want to Ora him into oblivion. “All I know is, Mrs. Joestar requested your presence. As well as Higashikata.”

“When and where.” Jotaro mutters through his teeth.

The man hands him a card. “Follow the instructions, Kujo. For a doctor, you’re one hell of an idiot.”

“For a Speedwagon Foundation employee, you’re kind of a jackass.” He replies, snatching the card from his hand.

Once the man leaves, Jotaro takes a peek at the business style card.

Speedwagon Foundation: Erina Joestar Memorial Hospice. 1639 Pillar Ave, New York, New York.

Looks like we’re going back to New York.

“Did he really just blow you off like that?” Josuke inquires, leaning over to Jotaro on the plane, looking around to make sure that none of the other passengers are listening in on their conversation.

Josuke has aged a bit himself. The once snarky teen has now grown into a man. His usual pompadour is gone, and he now styles himself in some sort of a corny fade. Instead of a suit, Josuke now opts for a sporty Henley (still decorated, of course) and some jeans.

Jotaro, on the other hand, hasn’t changed much. His curly hair is still neatly tucked into his hat, the same black one from his younger days. He wears a navy shirt, and some black pants. He still towers over everyone, intimidating everyone that comes into his way. The only ‘soft’ thing about Jotaro is the small tattoo on his wrist, reading Jolyne.

Oh Jolyne. I wonder how she’s doing. Jotaro thinks to himself. Since his separation from his wife, he can count on his hand how many times he’s seen his now twelve year old daughter. He wonders how she’s doing in school. If she misses him. If she ever got ungrounded for dying her hair green. He wonders if she’s noticed the star on her back, or if she has a stand.

“Jotaro.” Josuke’s voice pulls him back to reality. “I asked you about that Speedwagon foundation guy.”

“Oh,” Jotaro chuckles. “Yeah, he blew me off. Said I was an idiot. I said he was a jackass.”

“Typical Jotaro.” Josuke laughs.

“Yeah, typical.” Jotaro replies, removing himself from his seat. “Anyway, I’ve got to piss. Keep my seat warm.”

Jotaro makes his way to the back to the airplane bathroom. He opens the door, and instead of relieving himself, he stares in the mirror. He thinks of his daughter, of his grandmother, and his late grandfather. He reaches into his back pocket of his wallet, and stares longingly at his last family photo. In the middle is himself, with his ex wife to his side. In front, stands a much younger Jolyne, grinning for the camera. Josuke and Shizuka are there as well, happily standing with an aging Joseph and Suzie. His mother, Holly Kujo, took the picture.

The last time I was truly happy. Probably the last time I ever will be.

The Next Morning

“Mrs. Joestar, what a lovely lady.” The professional, yet polite receptionist to the Hospice House says as she types away on a computer. The house is large, set up like a nursing home. Nursing staff are all smiling, going room to room to perform their rounds. It’s beautiful, but it still gives the Joestar men a sick feeling in their stomach.

This is where people come to die.

“Mrs. Joestar is in room 119. One of our Nursing aide would be more than happy to take you down there.”

The duo follow a scrub clad woman down the corridor, passing by each of the rooms. Jotaro catches himself looking around, watching as people laugh, cry, and hug their loved ones. Sadness fills his soul and he knows that he made the right choice coming here.

They enter the room, full of flowers and cards and photos, to find Mrs. Joestar resting peacefully, the wind wafting into the room. She looks out the window, giggling softly as she watches a couple of birds squall outside.

“Mrs. Joestar, you have some visitors.” The aide states before disappearing out of the room.

Suzie turns to the two men, her grey color lightening as she catches sight of Jotaro.

“My boys, how good to see you.”

“Grandmother, what happened to you?” Jotaro sits on the bed, taking her hand in his.

“Oh, Jojo.” She smiles, the lines in her face sinking further than they had the last time they saw her. “I’m just getting old.”

“That’s nonsense, Grandmother.”

She signs softly, and looks away. “You see, when your grandfather died, a part of me died too. He wasn’t a good man by any means, but he was my man.” She smiles again, toying with the gold band on her finger. “I just want to be with him, Jotaro.”

“I can make that happen, grandmother.”

“Jojo.” She sighs. “I’ll be with him soon, my dear boy.”

“We need you here, Grandmother.” He cries softly, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “You’re all us Joestars have left. I need you.”

“And I’ll always be with you, my dear Jojo.” She plants a soft kiss on his forehead. “They’ve asked me tons of times what my final wish is. My true wish is to be with my husband.”

Jotaro’s stomach twists in circles within him. Star Platinum begins to appear, but Jotaro is able to suppress him as there is no real threat. Just another piece of his soul being ripped away.

After a few moments of silence, Suzie speaks again. “Jotaro, Josuke, it was nice to visit with you both. But you must go, it’s about time for my bath.”

Later that evening, Joestar Hotel

“Hey Polnareff, it’s me.” Jotaro says into his phone. It’s late now, Josuke is sleeping in his room, and Jotaro is left alone with himself.

“Nice to hear from you, bro. What’s up?”

Jotaro sighs, fighting back tears. “It’s Grandmother. She’s dying, Polnareff.” He says, his voice shaking.

“Oh man, I’m sorry.” He musters.

“It was bound to happen, man. I just wasn’t expecting it so soon.”

Jotaro steps out onto the balcony, staring out on the New York skyline. On a normal occasion, he’d be ecstatic at the view.

“So what are you going to do?” Polnareff asks, assuming that Jotaro has some sort of eccentric plan in sports. Probably why he called him.

“Man, she wants to die. She’s ready to see the old man again.”

“What if she didn’t have to die to do that?” Polnareff chuckles.

“Now really isn’t the time to crack jokes.”

“I’m serious, bro.”

Silence fills the air for a moment.

What kind of shit has Polnareff been smoking now.

“Polnareff, put down the kush and wake up to reality.”

“I’m serious. Ever since my accident, I’ve been going monthly to the Speedwagon Progressive Science Center here in Seattle. I’ve been hearing for months now about this scientist being able to bring people back. Even people that have been dead for weeks.”

“The old man has been dead for years, Polnareff. He’s probably dust by now.”

“Just check it out, Kujo. What would it hurt to check it out?”

Jotaro shakes his head and pulls off his cap. “Man, that’s a lot to think about. I don’t want to leave my grandmother for something that might not work.”

“How about this, then. I’ll go check it out. You stay with Mrs. Joestar. When I show up with Joseph, I’m gonna give you an I told you so.”

“Fuck, man.” Jotaro sighs. “Fine. We’ll be there by tomorrow night. Josuke is with me.”

“The more the merrier. I’ll call up to the Speedwagon Center and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Where can we meet you at?”

“I’m the proud owner of the Broken Heart’s Gentlemen’s Club in downtown Seattle. The girls and I would be more than happy to see you guys.”

“A strip club. That’s real classy, Polnareff.”

“A man has to make money somehow, Jotaro.” He chuckles. “Not all of us were smart enough to go to college.”

“Broken Hearts. What’s next, it’s lined with Silver Chariots?”

“You’ll see tomorrow, Bro. I’ve got to go, I’ll be seeing you at 8?”

“Yeah, bro.”

Polnareff quickly hangs up the phone, and Jotaro heads inside to go to bed. As he lay down on the plush mattress, he sits his hat aside.

A scientist that can bring people back to life. He thinks to himself, resting his head on one of the pillows. Sounds fishy. This shit had better work.

~this is my first jjba fanfic and I’m quite proud of it! It’s going to have multiple parts to it, and I can’t wait to see how it turns out! Feel free to send any feedback ❤️

[trex98dreams]

Chapter 2: Happy

Flashback.

20 years ago.

Brooklyn, 2021.

I run as fast as I could. Hiding, waiting for them to kill me. I was sweating bullets as I knew they're getting closer and closer to me. I heard their footsteps getting nearer to my hiding spot. I'm ready with my gun, when suddenly,

I was shot.

"Oh come on! Seriously! Spare me some lives, you guys have won plenty! Let me win for once!" I yelled making them laugh at me.

"Who told you laser tag have mercy, hahahha!" Jackson laugh at me. Seriously this guy, why does he have to be so competitive?

Youngji hit Jackson and pulled me up. "What was that for?!" He yelled annoyingly. Youngji and I laugh at him seeing his fuming face.

"That was for killing my best friend hahahaha," she laugh. You see, when Youngji laugh, her mouth becomes wide open. It's one of her habit since high school. Maybe that's what makes Jackson grew an interest at her.

"B-but we're on the same team Youngji-ah! Why hit me?! You should've... aish! Never mind! I'm going home!" Jackson sulks, he leaves and walks away from us. Me and Youngji laugh at him for being too childish. Well, that's Jackson of course, always the immature one.

"He's so cute when he sulks. Let's go Y/N. Here it goes, I should pamper his ego now. You know how Jackson works. Maybe this time, I should probably cook him ramen and put his favorite cheese in it," Youngji said grabbing me out of the arcade.

...

"Yah! Wang Jackson! Why do you have to be so childish! I'm only playing with you! Come on, don't be like this, you know I'm not good at persuading!" Youngji sits beside him at the sofa.

We're basically in Jackson & Youngji's apartment after we left the arcade.

I sit at the kitchen looking at them. They're literally the cat-dog couple I've ever seen in my entire life. Youngji was cupping Jackson's face to look at her while Jackson was sulking, not sparing her a glance. Deep down, I knew Jackson wanted to be persuade. Youngji hold the bowl of ramen near Jackson and pick the strings of ramen with her chopsticks. She then make an airplane sound and try to make Jackson open his mouth by making funny noises. It's so weird seeing them from behind.

"Aaa~ open your mouth Jagi~" Youngji said making Jackson look at her.

"You think I don't know what you're doing huh?" Jackson ask making Youngji giggles. Jackson always had this funny remarks about how Youngji was treating him. Finally, he gives up and eat the ramen.

"Next time, I want you to put more cheese." he said making me laugh. I clapped my hand as they make-up again. Youngji smiles and give him a peck on his lips. Jackson's eyes widened and pulls her back for a real kiss.

I sit there awkwardly.

"You guys knew I'm sitting righttt here right?" I said making them pull away.

Youngji laugh at me while Jackson makes an, oh-you're-here-too face. Even though they fought and stuff, they always find a way to make-up again. I've never seen them in an argument that leads to the crumbling of their relationship. Jackson and Youngji is what I called My Golden Couple.

"Y/N! Do you have class tomorrow? If you don't, then we can grab lunch tomorrow, maybe we can go to the water parks too! It would be fun!" Youngji ask me with her cheerful voice. I look at Jackson who is already looking at me with anticipation.

"Guys, please stop. You two should spend a day 'without me' together! Don't you guys feel like I'm always third wheeling?? Sometimes I felt sorry for you guys that I'm always around," I pouted.

Jackson look at me seriously. OK, that's intimidating.

"Y/N.. we have agreed to not talk about this, You're not third wheeling! Besides, I don't mind, as long as I have Youngji's attention, that's fine with me!" He said cheerfully. Youngji pinch his cheeks. They got up and sit beside me in the kitchen. They were my best friend after all.

Youngji looks at me. "Y/N, please don't feel that way, we love that you're always around, we've been friends since high school, and I guarantee you, after we moved here together, I find that you smile a lot now than during our times in high school. Jackson didn't mind either, I knew him, right love?"

Jackson nods.

"I don't mind at all! Y/N, if there's one thing I learn, Youngji and I will always be there for you no matter what. Besides, it's fun to see you getting all shy and girly whenever Mr. Boyfriend takes you out on a date."

I glared at him for emphasizing that word. "Yah! What's that supposed to mean?!" I pinch his arm making Youngji laugh and try to stop us from pulling each other's hair.

After Jackson had run off to take a shower, Youngji and I sit on the couch. We were going to watch a sitcom when Youngji suddenly pull my hand and hold it.

What she said next makes me smile. "I'm happy seeing you get your beautiful happiness Y/N. I'm happy seeing you get what you truly deserve."

...

Y/N’s Apartment.

It's 9:30 PM when I reach home.

Yup, I have my own apartment too okay? I'm not going to third-wheeling my two best friend 24/7.

When I first moved here, Youngji and I rent this apartment together. But, after she met Jackson and they started going out, she moved out and ask me to live with them since Jackson's apartment is much more nearer to our university than mine.

Of course I don't want to. Even that Jackson didn't mind, I knew what privacy means okay? Trust me, I know. I'm happy living here. This apartment is too big for one person so I decided to rent the rooms. We used to have housemates since the apartment has 4 rooms, but a lot of them were seniors who needed the room just for some temporary months before finishing their studies.

So, basically, it's been a good 2 years since my housemates kept changing. My last housemates was 6 months ago. Right now, I'm living alone thus I can't afford to pay the rent and that's why I decided to find new housemates. The sooner the better.

I look at my phone. 1 new text message. I smiled happily after I flopped down and sink myself in bed. I open the message knowing who send it to me.

From: Oppa♡

I miss you. I wish I can be there and hold your hands right now. Wanna know a funny story? When I was eating, I remember the kimchi that you made the other day. Trust me, it tasted good. I wanna come home to you, I miss you so much it makes me crazy, wait for me okay love?

I smiled sheepishly. This guy, I just, arghh! I love him so much. I quickly reply.

To: Oppa♡

I know. I miss you too. You know, I felt like I kept third wheeling Jackson and Youngji while you're not here. Come home quick! I'll cook you a new recipe I learn today. It's good~ prepare your stomach Oppa! I'll be waiting!"

Send.

From: Oppa♡

Jagi 🥺 you forgot something.

I raised my eyebrows.

To: Oppa♡

? What did I forget?

From: Oppa♡

You forget to say it.

To: Oppa♡

Say what Oppa?

From: Oppa♡

I love you to me.

I squeaks. I can feel my cheeks burned. He's a mature gentleman yet he turns all gummy bear and sweetie pie when he's with me.

To: Oppa♡

Sorry Oppa. I'm too excited. Here.

I LOVE YOU OPPA.

SARANGHAEYO JAGI ♡♡♡

From: Oppa♡

I love you too. Sleep well Jagi. Take care. Meet me in your dreams. ❤

We ended the text and I went to sleep, happy to dream about my prince charming.

...

"So, you're the famous Lee Y/N. I heard a lot about you," the girl says offering her hand. I look at her with wide eyes. How exactly did she knew a lot about me?

"It's so nice to finally meet you Y/N-ssi, I'm Dahyun, Hanbin's girlfriend." She introduce herself to which I smile. Finally! Hanbin got himself a girlfriend.

"Nice to meet you too Dahyun-ssi, i'm Y/N but you probably knew that already," I grin. Hanbin stood there nervously.

Hanbin always had this what you call.. "troublemaker" attitude that makes people scared of him. But as we grew closer, I knew what he really need is a girl to warm his heart. And now, here she is, smiling politely at me.

Hanbin was one of my first friends here. When we first moved, he showed us around campus. He said a lot of girls were intimidated by his style.. I just don't know what to say about that. Yet, me, Jackson and Youngji get along with him well. We're a clique you can say. He's more like a brother to me.

"What did he tell you about me? Good things or Bad things? Hanbin... watch out.." I threatened him. Dahyun giggles and look at him smiling.

"He tells me great things about you Y/N-ssi. He told me how your whole life changed after you moved here, how you were the top student at your class. How you and Youngji-ssi were offered scholarship here because of your good grades. He tells a lot of good stories about you that makes me sometimes envy you Y/N-ssi," she said voice soft. I laugh making her glare at me weirdly.

"It's okay Dahyun-ssi. He's more like a brother to me. We fought like siblings every day. There's nothing that you have to envy me because he's your man now. He must love you so much that he introduce you to me," I said winking. She giggles and Hanbin blushes. Hanbin blushing?? WOW- that's new.

"And by the way, you can just call me Y/N. I'm your future sister in-law now hahahah," I laugh. Hanbin rolls his eyes. "We're not even a real siblings Y/N.. aish.. jinjja.." he said. Dahyun seems okay with it.

"I'd love that, Y/N. Call me Dahyun too okay?" I nods.

Jackson and Youngji just arrived at the restaurant, bickering loudly about something that involves women's perfume when they notice me, Hanbin and Dahyun's table. I wave at them. They sit down comfortably as Hanbin nervously introduce Dahyun to them. Usually, Hanbin is really talkative. Yep, not today he's not.

"Woa~ congrats bro~ I never knew you have a heart," Jackson says making me laugh hard while Youngji pinch his cheek. "Oww!" Jackson yells.

Dahyun laugh as Hanbin looks annoyed and embarrassed as well. I think this is the proper relationship that Hanbin deserves. He often said that he'll probably never get a girl because of how scary his gaze are. But hey, I guess love is blind.

"So Hanbin, how'd you know we'll be here? Did you text Y/N to meet us here?" Jackson asks. Hanbin look at us.

"Oh come on, this is our spot, I though on introducing Dahyun to you guys, so I bring her here. I knew at this time, you guys will be here, so we were waiting for you guys to arrive." Hanbin explains. That's why he looks so flustered when I arrived. He was expecting us.

"Ooo that's a good surprise. Take care of her well Dahyun. He's a really fragile guy even that he look like a troublemaker sometimes," Youngji said to Dahyun making her smile and kiss Hanbin's cheek. His cheeks became red as his eyes widened.

"I promise to take care of you guy's Hanbin really well."

I smiled proudly. Happy of my beautiful environment. Happy of the people that gives me good vibe. Happy that I have let go of my terrible past. I'm happy with what I have now and I can't bare to ask for more.

We have cancelled our plans to the water park today since it's raining and we wanted to get to know more about Dahyun so, we stayed. We were in the middle of a conversation about how Hanbin met Dahyun when suddenly, a pair of lips land on my right cheek.

"It's me Jagi,"

That voice.

The voice that make me smile a whole lotta more.

🍡