#sorry I'm a little late; I was on a like vacation family visit thing

[brown-little-robin]

hi robin :] very random but im watching craft videos while i eat dinner and it got me thinking about ur ceramics. giving u permission to ramble about the ceramics process (or literally anything abt ceramics), if you want to <3 idk anything abt ceramics like not a clue but im very curious and every time u talk abt them i stare at u w sparkly eyes (also i've recently developed a HUGE respect for all 3d arts bc holy shit making it look right at all angles ?????literally how)

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Hi thank you so much!! staring at you with the same sparkly eyes,,, watching craft videos while you eat that's so cool,,, Also, weirdly enough, I have the same "how???" thoughts about doing 2d art. I have trouble conceptualizing making something look right from only 1 angle; that seems like a lot of pressure. with a sculpture, if something doesn't look right from one angle, I know there's probably some structural problem, and I turn the sculpture around a little bit and usually figure out that the problem is deeper than what I thought. I'm thinking of ears, specifically—how, often, my problem with the outlines of my ears (seen from the front) is that the back of the ear isn't full enough, I need to add clay, and just nudging the clay to fix the outline wouldn't Work. and I wouldn't have known if I couldn't turn the sculpture around. the respect and awe goes both ways

longgg ramble about the ceramics process below the cut :]

okay SO. the ceramics process, huh? Well, I mean, I'm really in love with the sculpting part, where you take wet clay and make it into an Animal with Bones And Muscles. I just love the animal form—I think in a similar way to how you love the human form and the way clothing folds. I do wheel-throwing too (I make cups, bowls, that sort of thing), but I've been sculpting since I was like 8 years old and I'm way better at sculpture. it's one of a few things in my life that I take genuine pride in. I love teaching people about sculpting, too!! nothing better than seeing someone instantly grasp the insight I spent years developing <333 ANYWAY

one thing that often surprises people about clay is that it's very... flexible, water-content-wise. clay is basically made of a bunch of small "plates" of dry material with water in between. the water makes the entire structure flexible, which is why clay shrinks and goes brittle when it dries. and clay is always drying out. small sculptures like the ones I make, especially ones with thin limbs (more surface area for the air to leech moisture out of) dry out within half an hour. I have to add water to the thin parts every so often the whole time I'm sculpting. but of course the clay has to be firm enough to hold the creature's overall shape, so it's a balance. it's always a race against time. it's super exciting. To Me, anyway

it takes a day or two for a sculpture to dry. After the sculpture dries out, that's when I paint it with my special pigments. (pigments that survive 2,000+ degrees of heat!!) Like this:

these are the same sculpture. the first picture was from right after I sculpted the wet clay; the second picture is after it got painted.

Then once a sculpture is made, it sits and dries, right? the water leaves the clay. but not ALL the water. that's why you "fire" the sculpture: you put it in a kiln and heat it up to ~1800°F. EIGHTEEN HUNDRED DEGREES. at that point, all the water boils out and the clay CHEMICALLY CHANGES. the "plates" begin to bond to each other. But they don't bond all the way in the first firing, because you want the clay to still be porous / hydrophilic. you want it to SUCK IN WATER. this is because you want GLAZE to attach to the clay.

Glaze—at least the kind of glaze that I use—is basically DIY glass. It's a lot of very fine silica (sand) with other stuff (like powdered metals) in it to give color. The sand-metal-powder is suspended in water to make it usable, and I stir up the glaze in its liquid form and dip my sculpture in it, and the super dry clay goes YAY WATERRR I'M SO THIRSTY and GRABS the glaze, and the powdery part is left on the surface of the sculpture while the water goes into the clay. it feels funny on your skin when you hold a sculpture in the glaze; you can actually feel the dry clay accepting the water. it feels like... have you ever dropped water on a bone-dry wooden board and seen the water spread out in the direction of the wood's grain? it feels like that.

the sculpture is left looking white and powdery and generally not very attractive. unfired glaze is just... thick white chalk.

THEN I fire the clay a SECOND time. The heat varies, but I always fire to at least 2,244° F. >:D >:D >:D and the sandy glaze actually MELTS INTO GLASS. and I open the kiln, which has the products of about a year or two of work in it, and I WEEP IN JOY because everything has COMPLETELY TRANSFORMED. firing is always risky. some of the sculptures always fail somehow—they break in firing for various reasons, or the glaze runs onto the shelf, or the glaze color turns out different than I thought. but some of them always come out BETTER than I imagined. and it's always a process of discovery, slowly unloading the kiln, layer by layer... the objects still warm from the heat of their firey transformation... hot enough to burn, if you're unloading before they've cooled enough, which I usually do because it's just so exciting...

and my glaze shrinks slightly more than the clay does. imagine that: a thin layer of glass shrinking more than it can take. you can actually hear it breaking. little quiet "plink! plink! plink!" as the glass shatters just a little under the stress. we call it "crazing" and it leaves little cracks in the glaze, like so:

you can also see tiny bubbles in the glaze on the rabbit's inner ear!

I just. (physically shaking) I just love ceramics so much. The sculpting part feels almost like meditation. it's almost a form of worship, for me, it's religious, it's a little version of creation, a way to look at bodies and try to express how they work. For the simple sculpture, I just make them from memory, but I work from references for my difficult sculptures—for instance, here's the little pile of images I collected to make my recent tiger:

the painting part is just plain fun, putting cool designs and stuff on a 3-d object in a low-pressure way. and then the two firings are pure magic. pure delayed gratification. it's incredible. you're telling me this thing I shaped with my mortal human fingers survives TWO THOUSAND DEGREES OF HEAT? you're telling me I get to MAKE COLORED GLASS? out of SAND and METAL? you're telling me after all that, I get to open up the kiln which has put these things through immense heat and see these beautiful objects and go I made those?????

YEAH. SCREAMS.

thanks for reading, I hope you had fun <333

[chahnniesroom]

hoju (home)

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: even though chan has been living in korea for so many years, he still considers australia to be home. when he finally has the opportunity to go back and visit, he can't wait to bring you along and introduce you to the people and places that he grew up with.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: none :)

a/n: hoju (호주) is the korean word for australia.

this was a request from my sweet 🦦 anon! thank you for the inspiration, i had fun writing this and i hope that it meets your expectations. sorry that i did not write this in chan's pov 😅 as usual, please let me know if there are any typos or mistakes because i didn't have the chance to proofread 🥲

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Chan has been acting strange lately. Not enough that you're worried, just a little bit suspicious. He's never tried to hide what tabs he has open on his phone before and he's looked deep in thought quite a few times, but when you ask what he's thinking of, he changes the topic quickly. You're curious, but trust that Chan will talk to you when he's ready. Still, you can't quite ignore all of the changes in behaviour.

It's the same tonight. When you look up during dinner, Chan's just stirring around the noodles in his plate, only taking a bite every so often. You frown, trying to think of if you've done anything differently to prepare the food in a way that he doesn't like, but it tastes the same to you as usual. You rule out a lack of appetite, as he had just commented that he was starving while you were cooking.

“Is everything okay?” you ask hesitantly, after a few more minutes have passed.

“What?” Chan looks up, startled by the sound of your voice. “Oh no, everything's fine! Just… thinking.”

“Is it about work? Did something happen?” You know that Chan has been busier than usual this month, the boys have some time off in a few weeks and everybody is scrambling to get things finished in the meantime. You've also requested vacation at work, although so far you and Chan haven't planned anything. In fact, he's been a little bit cagey when you've brought up the topic. You try not to think much of it and really, it's just nice to be able to spend extra time together.

Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if Chan has found out that his break has been cut short or even cancelled. It's rare that they’re able to have more than a few days off at a time which is why you had been so shocked when Chan had let you know that they didn't have schedules for a period of almost three weeks.

It would provide an explanation to everything that you've observed the past few days, you know that he would try his best to fix things before he had to tell you the bad news.

“Well-”

“It's okay if you found out you can't take time off,” you reassure him. “I understand that it's all up to the company and sometimes they change their mind at the last minute. I can just let my work know and take my vacation another time, I'm sure they might even be happy if I'm still around next month.”

“No!” Chan says, his eyes wide in panic. “We still have time off! Don't worry about that. It's actually- How would you feel about visiting Australia with me?”

It's your turn to stare at Chan in shock.

“Australia?”

“Yeah, it's been a while since I went back and-” Chan breaks eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I thought it'd be nice if I could introduce you to my family, in person.”

“You want me to meet your family? In Australia?” you repeat, dumbly.

“Only if you feel comfortable!” Chan says hurriedly. “I looked into tickets, but didn't book anything yet so it's totally up to you. I also wanted to check if my family was available beforehand and it's pretty good timing actually. If you don't want to, then it's totally fine, I'll probably go for either way and I think Felix is also considering it. It's just that we've been together for a while now and I've met your family and I know that my mom basically considers you to be her daughter-”

“I want to go,” you interrupt, not wanting Chan to spiral further. “I was just surprised, I guess, but of course I want to accompany you.”

Chan brightens at that, then grabs his computer, unlocking it and opening up a spreadsheet. As it loads, he reaches for his chopsticks and takes a huge bite of food. You can't help but smile fondly at the sight of his cheeks bulging with food as he chews, relieved that his appetite is back.

“I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself, but I was looking at flights, and I think that if we leave on a Tuesday, it might be best. It means we can enjoy the weekend here and still have time to pack everything,” he explains excitedly. “It'll be less busy at the airport too, which will be nice, and it works out well with my parents’ schedules anyway.”

You hum in acknowledgement, content to follow along and take mental notes as Chan reads out everything else that he's thought of so far. He continues planning for the rest of the evening, trailing behind you as you clean up and do your nightly routine, only stopping to help you when you do the dishes and put away the laundry. It's cute how animated he becomes, putting together a long list of all the sites and restaurants that he wants to show you.

You can tell that he's still thinking of it as the two of you curl up in bed that night, every so often you feel him jolt behind you and turn to reach for the little pad of paper and pencil that he often keeps on his nightstand.

Eventually, you turn over and squint at him. He doesn't even pretend to be asleep.

“Hi,” he whispers. “Sorry if I'm keeping you awake.”

“Sleep,” you murmur tiredly. “We have lots of time to plan, get some rest for now and we can talk more tomorrow.”

Chan starts to protest, but you just nuzzle closer, pulling his hands to wrap around you. As you drift off to sleep, you can feel that Chan has finally relaxed too.

—

The two of you spend the first day of break slowly, sleeping in and having a lazy meal of bibimbap from all the banchan taking up space in your fridge. You only venture out of the apartment for dinner, going to your favourite local restaurant that you visit so often that the owner starts making your meals the second that the two of you step through the door. The next couple of days are also easygoing, consisting of shopping, watching dramas, and eventually preparing for your trip.

Throughout the drive to the airport and making your way through security and to your gate, you can tell Chan's a bit on edge even though you and Felix try to assure him that everything will be fine. The three of you are in incognito mode, wearing hats, face masks, and plain clothes but Chan’s still scanning your surroundings the whole time. You, on the other hand, can't help but be excited, bouncing at his side so much that he loops his arm over your shoulders to try and calm you down. Felix is more relaxed and laughs at the stark contrast between the both of you, even filming parts of it since he’s getting footage for a vlog. Luckily you know that any content with you in it is likely to be edited out and don’t bother to hide your eagerness.

While Chan is used to travelling often for concerts and other overseas schedules, you've rarely visited places outside of Korea and have certainly never flown business class. You squeeze Chan's hand when you see your seats, thrilled at the idea of having so much leg room and a divider between the two of you that can also be fully lowered. It keeps you entertained for the whole time before the plane takes off, taking pictures together and reclining your seat up and down until the seatbelt sign turns on.

The flight is over 10 hours, so it doesn't take long before you move your attention to browsing the menu that's available and scrolling through all of the movies on the in-flight entertainment system. Shortly after the dinner meal is served, you start to doze off. Wanting to make the most of the experience, you insist to Chan that you'll be able to stay awake to watch another movie with him, but only make it through the first 30 minutes before you wake up to a dark screen.

You blink up blearily as a flight attendant starts making their way through the aisles, handing out customs forms for everyone to fill out. When you receive yours, you stare at it for a few seconds before realising the problem is not the fact that you're still adjusting to being awake.

“Oh no,” you whisper in horror, causing Chan to glance over at you, concerned.

“What happened?” he asks.

“I didn’t think about practising English before this trip,” you reply, distress leaking into your voice. “The last time that I wrote anything in English was when I was in secondary school… I'm not going to survive in Australia!”

“Hey, it's not an issue, I'll be with you the whole time! You don't have to worry about any of that. And you know enough conversational English to get by, I know you do,” Chan says soothingly.

You refuse to be comforted, burying your face into your hands.

“How am I going to face your parents when I barely know anything other than ‘hi, how are you?’” you moan. “I'm not even going to make it through customs! They're going to arrest me when I can't answer any of their questions!”

You know that you're exaggerating, but it makes Chan laugh so hard that tears gather in the corners of his eyes. You try to keep up your act, but end up dissolving into laughter too at the way that Chan is trying so hard to stay quiet, not wanting to bring attention to you two.

Contrary to your fears, you manage to deplane, get through customs, and collect your luggage without any major issues. You had a moment of anxiety when Chan and Felix split up from you since you have to go into the lineup for foreign passports, but you are somehow able to fumble your way through the conversation with the border officer without being detained.

Felix splits up with you shortly after, you see that his tiredness from the long flight melts away the second that he sees his family. He gives you and Chan both a quick hug to say goodbye before running out to meet them.

Chan lights up in a similar way when he finally spots his parents. They're waiting in the pick-up zone and waves the two of you over quickly. You barely get the chance to say hi before Chan’s mother is enveloping you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she says warmly. “Come on, let’s take you home.”

The drive is fairly short and it feels like no time at all before you’re approaching the house. The second that the front door opens, you hear a distinctive scrabble of claws against hardwood before Berry shoots towards Chan, tail wagging furiously. Chan immediately kneels down to give her better access, laughing when she stands on her hind legs to lick at his face.

Once she’s finished with that, she turns to you, barking curiously before moving closer. You stick out a hand for her to get an idea of your scent and try not to jump when you feel the cool, damp press of her nose against your palm. Whatever Berry smells, she approves of, giving you a few quick licks before running back to Chan.

“She’s so cute!” you exclaim, pulling out your phone so that you can take a picture of the reunion. You don't think that Chan even hears you, caught up in talking to Berry, giving her kisses and allowing her to do the same.

“I'll help you with your bags,” Chan's father says from beside you, easily lifting them out of your hands and motioning for you to enter the house. You exchange greetings with both of Chan's siblings as you remove your shoes, familiar with them through video calls and the one time that you met Hannah when she was travelling in Korea.

Chan’s family recently moved so this was also Chan’s first time seeing the house in person, the two of you trailing behind Chan’s father as he gave you a brief tour of the first floor before leading you upstairs. When you get to the guest room that you'll be staying in, Hannah pops her head in.

“Chris doesn’t spend enough time in Australia to have his own room in this house, so you guys are in this room.” She eyes you for a moment and based on the mischievous smile that’s growing, you can guess what she’s about to say. “Y/n, if you get sick of him, then feel free to stay with me instead!”

“Hey!” Chan complains, not even looking up from where he’s unpacking his bag. He grabs onto one of his shirts and chucks it at Hannah, but she easily dodges, throwing one of her slippers at him in retaliation. It hits Chan right in the chest and he looks at her in disbelief. He abandons his task in favour of chasing her throughout the house. You don't follow after, but you hear as their yelling and laughter echoes through the halls.

It’s refreshing to see Chan at home, no matter how comfortable Chan is with the rest of the kids, he’s still the leader of the group and the oldest member and the dynamic of their relationship reflects that. Even though it has barely been a few hours, you’re relieved to find that Chan has left behind the stresses of being an idol and can instead just be a son and an older brother.

His parents are hilarious and kind, it’s easy to see how Chan’s personality is a reflection of the environment that he was raised in. During dinner, you laugh at the way Chan pouts dramatically when Chan’s father pretends to forget about Chan when serving the food and how he groans in pleasure when he finally gets to taste his mother's cooking after so long. Hannah and Lucas continually crack jokes as you eat, especially if they're at Chan's expense and he pretends that he doesn't find them funny.

—

One afternoon you find Chan fiddling with the camera that he’s brought with him. You step up behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Are you planning on filming tonight?” you ask, knowing that Chan was always careful to alert everyone in the house beforehand.

“Not today,” he replies. “Probably tomorrow, when I take out Berry for her morning walk. Did you want to join?”

“Of course!”

“I was thinking of going right after breakfast, before it gets too hot out,” he says as he pulls out the camera battery and fits it into the charger.

“Anywhere in particular you wanted to go?”

“Mmm, maybe by the water? There's a path that's not too far away. I don't want anything that's too close to the house, you know?”

“Good idea.”

“Are you planning on putting it into a vlog?” you ask curiously. "You haven't been filming much.”

"Actually…”

“What? You're making me nervous.”

“I was hoping to use it for a music video,” Chan says sheepishly.

“What?! I'm not qualified for that!! I can't- you need to find someone else-”

“No no, it's going to be fine! It's for a record, not like, an actual music video.”

“I don't know,” you say, still feeling hesitant.

“I promise, I'm going for the casual vibes and it's either you or like, my eomma, and I guarantee that you would do a better job.”

“Okay,” you say reluctantly. “But I can't guarantee it'll come out well.”

“Thank you! I know it'll be great,” Chan says, showering you with kisses in gratitude until you're squirming away.

—

The next morning, Chan’s parents are out, leaving all the kids to prepare food on their own. It's a little chaotic, but you manage to cobble together a decent meal. It's a lot of fun to see how Chan and his siblings interact without their parents around to mediate. You're amazed by how similar the three are, not only in appearance but also the way they behave.

Although much younger, Lucas shares a strong resemblance to Chan, especially once he smiles and shows off matching dimples. They quickly disappear once Chan reaches out and musses up his hair playfully as you’re all cleaning up.

“Chris, stop it,” he complains, pushing his older brother away before trying to fix the strands that are all over the place. It only encourages Chan to move closer, wrapping his arms around his brother and lifting him into the air. When trying to wiggle free doesn’t work, he turns pleading eyes to you, knowing Hannah wouldn't step in to help. “Noona! Get him to let me down!”

The two of you had been awkward the first time you had been left alone, it hadn’t helped that Lucas’ Korean could be considered conversational at best and your English was significantly worse, but you had quickly grown close through attempts to tease Chan. Now, it’s easy to treat him like the little brother you never had.

You approach quickly, trying to avoid Lucas’ flailing limbs, and reach out to poke at Chan’s waist. He twitches away from your touch and when you persist in prodding at all his ticklish spots, unwinds one of his arms to swat at your hand.

The distraction is enough for Lucas to break away and he quickly moves out of reach. Instead of chasing after him, Chan turns his focus to you. You back away nervously, but find yourself with nowhere to go. Chan grabs you and easily slings you over your shoulder, ignoring your shrieks of protest.

“Betrayed by my own girlfriend? I should have known that introducing you to my siblings would just be asking for trouble,” he growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey! Where are you taking me?” You look to see if his siblings are going to rescue you, but they must be trying to avoid Chan's wrath as you don't see either of them as Chan brings you up to the guest room.

“I am enlisting your help,” he says casually, as if he wasn't carrying you up a flight of stairs and dropping you on the bed. “I would like your advice on what to wear for Berry's walk.”

“Ooh,” you say. “Very important business then, I'm honoured that you would ask me.”

It doesn't actually take much time to get ready, the two of you change into clothes for the heat and you just have to convince Chan that he doesn't have to try to do his hair or makeup. The second that you mention to Berry that you're going for a walk, her tail starts wagging non-stop and she even fetches her leash and drops it in front of you.

Chan doesn't give you much direction for filming, just hands you the camera and tells you to capture whatever you want. The two of you walk hand in hand through the neighbourhood, Berry happily exploring the area. As you get further away from the house, you let go of Chan, motioning for him to continue walking as you turn on the camera and get used to it.

By the time you've reached the waterfront, you're feeling more confident and have a better idea of what you like. You try out different angles, feeling a little bit like paparazzi, and after a few minutes, even try directing Chan too. You let him keep going, wanting to see how far away he'll go before he realises that you're not following. He's almost a block away before he turns back.

“You’re smiling, did it come out okay?” Chan asks as he jogs back towards you.

“Yeah, it was great! I was just thinking that Stay are going to go crazy over this,” you tell him.

“They do really like it whenever they get to see Berry,” he says thoughtfully, picking her up and scratching her head. You burst out laughing at that and Chan frowns in response and goes as far as to cover Berry’s ears, insulted on her behalf. “What? Don’t laugh at that, it’s true! Berry is just so cute.”

“I’m not saying that they don’t like Berry, of course they do. I was more referring to the fact that the video is… domestic. Very boyfriend.”

“Ooh you think that's what Stay are interested in?” he asks. “What about this?”

He gestures for you to lift up the camera, and once you're recording, grabs your hand to pull you along behind him. You let out a small noise of surprise as he tugs on your arm, struggling slightly to keep everything steady and ensure your hand is out of frame. At your sound, Chan looks back slightly and bursts into laughter.

“So concentrated, you’re so cute,” he giggles.

“Of course,” you grumble. “I want it to turn out nice.”

“Thank you,” Chan says sincerely, no traces of laughter in his voice. “I really do appreciate it a lot that you're helping me with work even though we're on vacation.”

“Hmm,” you say, turning away from him. “You're just glad that you didn't have to ask Hannah, because she would make fun of you the whole time.”

“That's not true! I mean, it is true that Hannah would do that, but that's not the only reason.” Chan uses your connected hands and pulls you close. “I also wanted to spend time with my favourite person in the whole world.”

“You're lucky I love you so much,” you sniff, still pretending to be annoyed even though you've practically melted into Chan's hug. “Now stop getting distracted, I thought it would look nice if you walked along the sand and there's nobody there right now.”

—

The rest of your time in Sydney is a whirlwind of activities. Chan is determined to take you to all his favourite places in the city and you eat more food than you thought possible. Chan’s family, and sometimes Felix and his family, accompanies you two for a majority of the outings and your initial hesitance interacting with them is replaced by fondness, eased by the way that they treat you like one of their own.

You even have a chance to meet some of Chan’s childhood friends, ones that he kept close with despite the long distance. It feels strange to eat dinner with them. Although they do their best to make you feel welcome, they have a lot of history together and you find yourself struggling to keep up with their conversation, not just because of the language barrier but due to references to people, places, and events that you're unfamiliar with. Regardless, you're glad to finally know the people that Chan grew up with and you love seeing how happy Chan is to be reunited with them.

It’s also nice that while you're meeting so many people, you don't have to hide your relationship at all. In Korea, you and Chan are more careful in public. It’s not totally a secret that you’re dating, but you are more on the cautious side due to the popularity of Stray Kids and inevitable scrutiny from fans. In Australia, Chan has no such reservations, excitedly introducing you as his girlfriend to everyone. It never fails to make you blush, feeling shy, but secretly pleased.

Wherever you go, Chan keeps you close to his side, linking your hands or looping an arm around your shoulders. Throughout the day, he presses kisses to your head or cheek. The first time he does it, you look up at him questioningly. He just shrugs, saying that he’s happy and well, you can’t argue with that.

You don’t want your vacation to end and you know you're not the only one. You and Chan have both procrastinated packing your luggage until the last possible moment, and when you finally do begin, Berry seems to sense it. She starts hiding all of your things- Chan's family members finding them lodged in one of the couch cushions or in her dog bed- and curling up inside your suitcase, making it practically impossible to continue packing.

When Chan enters your shared room and pauses when he sees you staring into the suitcase helplessly. You wave him over so that he can look inside.

“She’s too cute! Look at that little face, how could you disturb her?” you ask.

Chan has no such reservations. He reaches in and gently lifts Berry out, cradling her against his chest so that she can’t jump back in.

“Berry, do you want to come to Korea with us?” he asks patiently. When she licks at his face in reply, he groans and pretends to lower her back into the suitcase. “Ah, I guess we have no choice but to bring you! I think we can sneak you in with the rest of the souvenirs that we’re taking with us.”

Despite Chan’s promises, Berry ends up staying behind, not even joining you on the drive to the airport. You’re lucky that you decide to leave well before your flight is expected to depart as you end up taking almost half an hour saying goodbye to everybody.

You know that you’re going to treasure these memories for a long time and you’re certain that Chan will too. It’s amazing that even though you were only in Australia for a couple weeks, it already feels like a second home.

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[usagifuyusummer]

Family Dinner Night!

Congrats Peri(winkle) for finally getting the Godparenting license!!! 🥳🥳🥳 - from your loving parents and godbrother 💖💖💖

More concept art and as usual my insane ramblings below.

I NEED TO GET THE CREATIVE URGES OUT OF MY HEAD!!! It has been bothering with my motivation to finish my gazillions of homeworks lmao. I have so many ideas I need to let out!!! It's suffocating. I hope this will satisfy my creative urges for a while... Or not I will yap about my FOP AU on a separate post (when I'm able).

I can't stop being sad thinking about this family lol. Timmy 😭😭😭

I am not kidding when I say that my head is just filled with so many things that I want to contribute in the FOP fanworks lol. There's a lot I want to do, but so little time...

For now, I've decided to practice my take on the FOP artstyle. I wanted to do something simple as drawing and coloring practice. That's why the coloring this time is flat with no shadings. I think the show doesn't focus on shaded colors too much (except on scenes where there's a heavy implication of day/night, for shock value, etc.).

Just wanted to draw something cute because I haven't been feeling so swell lately. Nothing too poetic or detailed this time.

Other than that, two of the outfits this time is actually inspired by @suki-na-kumo for Peri and an image I found floating around in Twitter/X (sorry I don't remember who shared it) for Timmy's design. Suki-na-kumo's FOP family redesigns are so cool and adorable! I like that they always include flowy attributes in Peri's outfits lol. It makes him look like a pampered brat (which he kinda is seeing how his family coddles him), an otherworldly prince and also a Twink TM (that is unavoidable lol). I kinda want to draw their other FOP redesigns, but I'll just go with Peri's first.

I am not sure where that 18 year old Timmy design is from, but it kinda can be his design for those who theorise him on becoming a lawyer as an adult. There's a lot of instances where Timmy is wearing a suit in the show, but this design is one of my favs due to the hairstyle change. My adult Timmy designs in the future will be influenced from this piece of official art. I wonder if there are more Timmy designs in the wild wild west out there that I haven't seen... It is certainly an interesting find (Teen AJ is also there, and his design also looks cool to me).

Cosmo and Wanda's oufits are something that I cooked up. I don't think the coloring looks good... I just did this on a whim, and for about 13 hours. Damn, I am procrastinating on my work lmao.

Still, the context this time is, that they've had a family dinner to celebrate on Peri's achievement on finally obtaining his godparenting license!!! Good for him!!!

This is an AU if Timmy somehow was able to find a loophole in the "losing your memories of your fairy godparents after you become an adult" rule. Because of that, he continued his life as normal (as Timmy's chaotic life can be), but this time he is able to keep in contact with his fairy family even if they're not contractually obligated to stick together. Timmy does live with the Fairywinkle Cosma's around his college to early work years, but he eventually was able to move out and live on his own at where he works as a lawyer after a while in his adulthood. (His birth parents eventually went on a lifetime vacation without him or just went away for too long that Timmy just lives on his own a lot after he is 18 and above...)

Despite living on his own nowadays (In a New Wish context), Timmy does keep in contact with his fairy family and visits them when he's not busy with his job. Cosmo and Wanda still took a long vacation in this AU, first due to, yeah, Timmy is no easy feat as a godchild lol, and second, they actually want to take their time to raise BOTH of their children (even if Timmy is no longer a child/godchild) and guide them until they're stable adults. Timmy during college years actually only stays with the Fairywinkle Cosma's on holidays, so when Timmy's busy with college, that is when Cosmo and Wanda take their time relaxing lmao.

Sometimes when they really want to have some time alone or when Peri wants to see his bro, they will send Peri to Timmy's college for a day or more. Timmy babysits Peri so much during his college years lol. They both had fun though! With a lot of Peri newfound nuclear fairy power shenanigans at Timmy's college lmao. Studying law and taking the bar exam has never been more chaotic with babysitting a nuclear powered fairy child.

There's a lot more on this AU that I've been thinking, but I'll stop here for now. I need to gather my AU ideas in one post sometime later.

Also, Peri and Timmy are both adults here, Peri's around his 20's here and Timmy is on his early 30's I think. Cosmo, Wanda, and Peri are in their human disguises here, because they want to learn more about human culture (A New Wish context) while also having the desire to be more in Timmy's life.

I headcannon Timmy to be kinda short in his adulthood. This is also a nod to that episode when his fairy family used imperfect human disguises, even Poof/Peri was taller than Timmy in his human baby disguise lol. And also hey, wearing braces during his teen years paid off! (his big teeth are visible only when he opens his mouth lol)

As usual, here's some concept art and a png lineart pic if you want to use it to color it better than I did lmao. (that was a long yapping session... thanks for reading)

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.154 Didn't see it coming

Mama gives us quick hugs when we arrive, then rushes upstairs to get back on grandma duty. Alessia has never been sensitive, so I'm not surprised she isn't trying to help Mama during her time of need. I hope, at some point, she'll start considering others' feelings and needs before her own. I know better than anyone how important fitness is, but I haven't done my morning yoga in weeks, and I go for a jog when I can. She's not a child anymore. She can't stay in the pool all day while Mama takes care of everything. What will she do when Mama's gone? Instead of dumping the responsibility on her, she needs to learn how to do motherhood and get those trade secrets from an OG while she can.

Since Desiree hadn't met her cousins yet, and the point of this visit is to spend time with Mama, I take her upstairs to get acquainted. She doesn't know who they are or what she's doing in this house, but she seems to enjoy the coos and babbles from the other babies. Breanna is chilling on the play mat, so I set Desi in the empty crib, and for once she doesn't fight or cry. She actually smiles. Is she communicating with her cousins? Perhaps this is the beginning of a beautiful alliance. Mama asks me to watch them for a few moments while she tends the garden, so of course I agree. There's an odd calm in the room. I don't think I've ever been around when all three triplets were satisfied. Grandmas are so magical, I tell ya. I take a moment and gaze at them. Just like Des, they are getting too big too fast. Bre and Arvin might look like their no-good daddy, but they sure are beautiful. Lex is Alessia's mini me. Did she name him that because it sounds like her name?

We didn't eat breakfast because I wanted to get to the house as soon as possible, so I go downstairs to put something on the grill. I don't know why, but I've been really into the grill lately. Maybe that whole man and fire thing has some truth in it. Mama had changed her clothes and hadn't made it to the garden yet, so we walk downstairs together. Well, I go down first and she follows, rather; she's a lot slower these days. As I head out the door, I tell her I'm going to put something on the grill. "Okay. I love you," she says. There's something a little extra warm and fuzzy in that one. Even though she says it all the time, it seems kind of odd for her to throw that in there, so I turn around to say it back. I expect to see her shining face, instead, I see the life oozing out of her.

I stand there for a moment, shocked by my mother's lifeless body on the floor. I did not see that one coming. Like, at all. I'm not ready! Why did it have to happen so soon?! I mean, I know "soon" is a construct of my own mind, and it's just her time, but still! Seeing that hurt. It really really hurts.

"LESS!!!"

The grim reaper shows up, looking like we interrupted his beach vacation or something, and I beg him to give her more time because she has four young grandchildren, and she is a full-time caretaker of three of them. My sister needs her. I plead. I implore. I grovel. When I'm out of reasons for him to revive her, he pulls out his tablet and scrolls through the names, taps on her profile when he sees it, and reads the details of her life. It must be an interesting read because he lets out a "hmmm" now and then, giving me hope he finds something that will convince him not to take her away.

"She's had quite a life," he said, making me even more hopeful. "But my hands are tied. She has no unfinished business. It's her time to go, dude."

Less finally comes in from outside as he tells me this, looking every bit as shocked as me. Sophia starts bawling immediately.

"Sorry for your loss, folks," the reaper says. "Now, if you would excuse me."

He gently side steps us, inching towards Mama's body, and a panic runs through me. I can't watch this. I can't watch him take away my mom's soul, so I rush to the living room to let him destroy what's left of our family.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 19 (Dumped at a Wedding!)

"Heather, I care about you, so I need to be honest: I was working late, but I was also afraid to come tonight."

Offended, Heather tore herself from his arms and zipped herself back into her dress. "And you're telling me this now? What's wrong with you, Malcolm?"

"Yeah, I'm a jackass, alright! Is that what you want me to say?"

"You don't respect me or my life as a vet in a small town. Why are you with me at all? Are we just supposed to build a future on great sex?"

"Who doesn't respect who here, Heather? Or should I say, 'Buttercup'?"

"Switching suppliers wasn't about you."

"No? You made it pretty clear how little you're interested in the business success of my family," he countered. "It's a beautiful venue for the wedding, by the way. With fireworks, too. Really looks like your dad's enjoying the windfall from his new business venture."

Heather seethed. "You should leave. Don't call me."

"If I leave right now, I'll never call you again," he vowed. She couldn't stop the tears, but refused to crumble and held her ground. "My loyalty to my family is no different than your loyalty to yours. We're done, Heather."

"Just go!" she begged, sobbing as she watched him walk away. He didn't turn once, and she scowled at his back.

She made her way inside and found comfort in her friends and family. Her mother Daisy offered a hug. "I'm so sorry, honey."

Heather dabbed her tears with a napkin. "I know it's the right choice, but I'm embarrassed. And I'm angry I didn't end things with him sooner."

"Our hearts don't always feel what our heads are trying to tell us," said Daisy. "Don't beat yourself up. Just remember you've always got us."

She drowned her sorrows in her mother's shoulder. "I'm glad I don't need to go back to work for a few more days," she said. "This vacation's been more emotionally exhausting than I expected."

"How's your friend, Dylan? You should visit her before you leave the city."

Dylan and Gavin missed Holly’s wedding because Dylan had just had a baby, so before she left town, Heather stopped in to meet her friends’ newborn daughter, Pearl.

"How's married life?" asked Heather.

"A lot easier than taking care of a baby! But we're doing great. And I've never been happier to have my mother around!" Heather laughed as Dylan's clingy mother, Susan, hovered nearby. "Sorry we didn't invite you to the wedding. We just went down to the courthouse with my mom when we found out we were expecting. We didn't need a celebration, but I don't want you to think we wouldn't have wanted to share the day with the people we care about."

"Are you kidding? You can do whatever you want for your wedding. We're friends, and I'll just support you whatever you do."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "My mom really had me thinking not having a wedding would alienate people! She's so old-fashioned."

"My parents eloped in Oasis Springs when they found out they were expecting me, so I think it's kinda romantic."

Dylan smiled as her friend cradled Pearl, making faces at the blinking babe. "You're going to find someone who makes you feel as special as you are," she promised her friend.

"You don't know that. Maybe I should stay single."

"For a while, maybe, but not forever! You're a real catch, and the right guy is gonna see it."

Nearly everyone around her was happily married or on their way to it, but Heather had a broken heart to mend.

As always, she leaned on her work. She was great at her job and brimmed with confidence at her clinic. With every successful pet surgery, she felt more a part of the Brindleton Bay community.

Heather had navigated heartbreak before, but would things be different with Malcolm? ->

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[spicywhenspeaking]

Heyyyy. Could you do an Aang Pov where a few years after the war the Kataang relationship is strained because they are always traveling and Katara feels neglected because Aang is always in conferences? I'm in the mood for a lot of anguish, pain and tears, but there's not enough in this fandom

Okay! It’s angst and tears with an open ended hopeful? ending!

I hope you enjoy !!! This is my first time writing an ATLA fic so please! Be kind 🤍

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I returned to the home Katara and I shared in the city we’ve now named Republic City. I have been gone for a few weeks as my ongoing search for lost airbender history continues. I decided to maintain a semi-permanent home in the city to show my allegiance to the new ways we have chosen to govern the world, post war.

We know that balance can only be maintained through hard work. I know Katara has missed being in the south but my job as the Avatar makes it hard to be selfish and put our wants above the needs of the world.

When I arrive home there’s a flurry of movement in the bedroom. I can hear Katara pacing back and forth. She’s moving frantically and hasn’t noticed I’ve arrived.

“Gone for weeks and not even sending a carrier eagle to tell me when he will get back” she mumbles. “I’m sick of being left behind, let’s see if he likes it huh, I’ll just take a little vacation back to Wolf Cove…” she’s still talking softly under her breath when she turns the corner out of our room, almost walking right through me and colliding with my chest.

“Baby? Are you going somewhere?” I ask gently, holding her shoulders steady and feeling as they rise and fall with her deep breaths. “Yes. I’m leaving. Going home for a while.” She barks out, only anger lacing her tone as she speaks.

“Leaving? I thought we agreed to make this our new home? I understand if you need to visit your family, but, you’ll come back? Right?” I ask, trying and failing not to sound like a pathetic lizard-guppy.

“No, You agreed to make this your home Aang, I don’t remember really being included in that conversation. Or really any conversation lately, it’s like you don’t even have time for me anymore.”

Her shoulders loosen slightly but she doesn’t lose the edge in her eyes, “but I’m going home, back to Wolf Cove to be with people that care about me, that actually notice when I’m around. People that want to talk to me and include me in their plans, that used to be you. I guess not anymore.” She shakes my hands from atop of her shoulders and tries to maneuver around me.

I turn around, letting her pass but quickly follow her as she makes her way to the front door. “I‘ll go with you! We can make it a fun trip, celebrating our anniversary that’s coming up soon.”

She huffs an annoyed breath and stops just before the door. “Surprised you would have even remembered, I seem to be the last thing on your mind lately. It’s just your precious Republic City!” Her voice rings out with the last of her sentence, her emotions taking control and I’m taken aback by her outburst.

“What do you want me to say Katara? I thought you understood that this was my life.” My power pulses as my heart rate elevates. “I have a duty to restore harmony after the war, I owe it to the nations after being gone for a hundred years while people suffered under the Fire Nations rule” this fight between Katara and feels as though it’s been repeating for months.

“Duty! Honor! That’s all you care about Aang, all you talk about since the war ended. You didn’t find redemption in defeating the Fire Lord? You helped the nations unify and yet still you are gone for weeks on end dealing with every issue that pops up.” Katara’s eyes gleam with tears “I’m going home Aang. Alone”

“Katara please, don’t just leave, let's talk about this.” I gasp her arm in a silent plea for her to stay, “I’m sorry if-“ I try to apologize but she just holds a hand up in exhausted defeat. “I know Aang, I know you’re sorry. And if we talk you’ll make promises to me that you’ll never keep. I just need some time, sokka sent me a message about some hunters that haven’t returned from their hunt so I’ll help him with that. Spending some time with my family is what I need right now.” She moves her hand to lay on top of mine that’s circling her arm. “I thought we were family.” I say in an almost silent voice.

“I had always thought we were Aang, I love you but I can’t do this if you’re never around. We were a team and now you do everything on your own. Maybe I need to be alone for a while too”

Leaving out the front door I follow behind to see a small fire nation airship hovering overhead, “what is this?” I ask, confusion written all over my face. We both look up as our friend Zuko slides down the rope ladder. I try to fight down the hot fire of jealousy that boils in my gut. “You called Zuko? If you wait just a day Appa could take you and we could talk, I don’t want you to leave like this”

I am practically begging but she ignores my pleas and offers a sad greeting to our friend. “Hi Zuko, thank you for offering to take me today” she tells him calmly and he offers her a gentle smile. When his gaze shifts to me it’s a mix of understanding and conflict. “Aang, how are you? You’ve just returned from the eastern air temple? Any luck in your search.” He asks politely.

“The search goes well, thank you friend.” I bow my head slightly towards him as a sign of respect.

Katara turns to me with tears shimmering in her eyes, “continue your search Aang and your job as Avatar but search for where I am meant to fit into any of it as well. I will not force myself in your life. I need time..” the tears have began streaking down her golden brown skin and I gently swipe them away. “I will always have room for you in my life, my love, but I understand I have failed you. I will work to prove to you that it’s true.” I wrap my arms tightly around her and bury my nose into her hair, breathing in her scent and committing it to memory not knowing how long she will need to be away, not knowing how long it will take to win her back.

“I will miss you Katara” I whisper to her and all she can offer is a broken sob as she disengages from our embrace and rushes towards the ladder to head up into the ship.

Zuko approaches me and we share a friendly hand shake, “I will ensure she arrives at the South Pole safely and report back once I’ve arrived back,” he tells me and I let out a ragged breath. “I can’t believe I’m losing her like this Zuko, I failed her more than anything else.” My voice is raw and full of emotion that I can’t contain. “You will not lose her my friend. I have struggled with the same things in my relationship with Mai, prove you can be just as committed to her as you are to being the Avatar.”

“I want to! That’s why I don’t want her to leave!” I lose control of my air for a moment and send a gust and shift the ladder as it hangs causing it to sway.

“You have to let her make her own choices Aang, let her decide and make an effort to be what she needs.” Zuko puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes slightly, “you need to be the man you are not the Avatar right now, she doesn’t need the Avatar. She needs you.” His grip lightens and he back up towards the ladder, offering a smile and a goodbye he heads up and within a few minutes the ship is moving and out of my sight taking my greatest love further and further away

[cobycobsy2k]

Alternative, Season 2 Episode 14 (Part 1 of 2): "New Friends and New Romantics"

Phinneas: Is it possible to know why you haven't even been to Strangertown to visit us, huh?

Crystal: Uncle Phinneas, I'm sorry, but I was at my friend Riley's house and…

Phinneas: No more excuses, miss! Your mother and I wanted to see you and know how you're doing here! Right Miranda?

Miranda (uncomfortable): Yes…

Crystal: But Uncle, it's the truth! I haven't had time to go through Strangertown!

Phinneas: Crystal, understand that we want all the best for you!

Crystal: But I'm doing things right!!

Phinneas: You know what Little Miss Thing!? Your mother and I will get you a job around here to teach you that not everyone revolves around you, And by the way, you´re too young to wear makeup!!

Crystal: Okay…

Miranda (trying to dampen the tension): Phinneas, I think it's getting a little late for us!

Meanwhile in the halls of the institute

The boys were talking about their vacations with their friends or just gossiping about the latest news.

Bianca (gossiping to Desiree): And then my dad scolded my big brother for forgetting about him!

Desiree: Wow, looks like your vacation was fantastic!

Irene (Talking to Monique about Leod): Honestly, Leod is very cute and handsome, but he feels that Harry and James don't like him.

Monique (A little confused): And who are Harry and James?

Irene: Ah, they are my new neighbors! And they are literally super cool! One of these days, I will introduce them to you!

Ulysses (Joking Eddie): Well, I think you're going to fail Chemistry, according to what the teacher told me.

Eddie (Scared): It can't be possible! I did all the homework!

Simon: Ed, calm down, I'm sure it's a joke.

Later in Chemistry class

Professor Diana: Very well students, I have been informed that two classmates are joining today! so please welcome your new partner Max Worthington!

At that moment Max arrives running, who believed that he had arrived a little late for class.

Max: Hey everyone, my name is Max, nice to meet you

Pricislla (Whispering): I heard his family is one of the richest in Garden Heights.

Eddie (Quietly): And why is he studying so far from Garden Heights?

Later

Kent and Consort were walking through Academie Le Tour, since they had already left all of Kent's things at the residence.

Consort: Apparently I think you came during recess… Well, you can ask a classmate for the notes anyway, although I'll see if I ask for reinforcement classes.

Kent: Well Father, thanks for letting me come here… I'll really try too hard with my studies!

Consort: Without further ado, see you Kent, take care of yourself my son.

Upon entering the institute, Kent saw that most of them were in the courtyard, so he decided to go over there, obviously drawing everyone's attention, especially Bianca, who ran out to meet him.

Bianca: KENT, YOU DID IT!! You finally came!! Now we can be together!!

Kent: Hi Bianca! It wasn't really easy at all to convince my father and my sisters to let me come, my brother-in-law Albany had to help me with everything!

Bianca: Don't worry Kent! Desiree and I will tell you EVERYTHING about what has happened around here, by the way, we have a new roommate in our house!

Meanwhile

Eddie had become good friends with Max too quickly, that just impressed Irene

Irene (Thinking): "Wow, Ed seems to be doing really well with everyone."

Max: Well, at home I have my GamePlumb and I even have Llamamon Red!

Eddie: Great, I have Llamamon Blue! One of these days we should bring our consoles and play a game!

Max: Sounds great!

At one part of the park games, Ulysses was trying to get information about Bianca from Desiree.Desiree: And she likes to watch "North Park", her favorite food is Burgers and she really likes soccer.

Ulysses: Wow, Bianca and I have several things in common, do you think you could tell him about me?

Desiree: we live together duh, I recommend you come with us to see a movie that Bianca brought!

Kent was looking at all the other boys, especially Monique, who was talking to Irene and Simon, so he decided to approach her.

Kent: Hi Monique!

Monique (Surprised): Kent! It's nice to see you here!

Kent: Thanks Monique, by the way, nice hairstyle!

[eddiebuckley-diaz]

Gabby, I almost didn't scroll far enough on my dash to see your reply because I was so behind post-episode, but I told myself: what if Gabby replied?! (yes I realize I could have gone to your blog but shhh)

Disney Dreamlight Valley is WONDERFUL. You create a character and do these quests and interact with various Disney characters and go to these different realms and it's just so great for a Disney lover, which I am haha

Yay to reading! I'm also working hard at reading more fanfic because I adore it so much and it makes me happy.

I thought America but wasn't entirely sure and don't like to assume. And hey, 8-9 hours is close!

Thanksgiving was chill this year. I don't have family near me and I'm not super close with my immediate family, so going to visit them wasn't worth it for me. But that is okay. I'm not big into holidays? I'm weird haha

Ooooh vacation! That'll be good.

I love that this has become a thing with us. I get so excited when you reply. Makes me happy :)

Wishing you the best of luck with your studies and schooling.

And hope you have a wonderful day when you read this!!!

Nonnie! I’m sorry for being a week late on this :( I had me notifications off for the app since I was out of town and my inbox doesn’t reflect anything correctly anymore so it’s only via notifications that I see anything now :/

Okay honestly that sounds like such a fun game and it sounds COZY! I love cozy games so much but never have anytime to play things

Haha yeah I think typically a lot of people on Tumblr are from the U.S. (at least last I heard based on demographics). I also think anything under like 10/11 hours is an okay drive to get somewhere further away.

I get you with holidays and family, so not weird to me. I have a small thing with my mom and sister but no one else so you’re not alone in that :) I just really love the foods during holidays

Vacation was good this last week but I came back sick so I am not enjoying that 😅

I adore always ALWAYS hearing from you and I rave about it all the time to everyone around me. They are like little love letters to me!

Replying to your next one next haha!

[stormblessed95]

Jikook Dynamics Through the Years: 2015 Pt 1

The previous posts for 2012 - 2014 can be found in my masterlist under Jikook Dynamics as well as I'll link them here for you. This is year that things really starting becoming more clear eventually in my opinion. Something important to keep in mind that I'll be sharing moments, AND my personal opinions, along with facts. My opinions are my own. You can agree or disagree. I encourage you to go and check it all out, see this content for yourself as well and form your own opinions during this time frame too. I will be splitting this up into multiple different posts probably to manage the length and be able to add more links/photos in each post. But also keep in mind this is not EVERY jikook moment from this year. I'll only be including moments that I personally want to and feel like it's worth drawing attention to and commenting on. This is so so long. I'm so sorry!

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Starting the year off on 150101 with BTS's new year messages in a Bangtan Bomb. Jikook are walking together behind everyone briefly. Jimin also tries telling RM to give the camera a kiss after his messages and gets ignored. JK listens though and gives the camera a kiss. Lol

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As well as starting off the new year with one of my favorite chaos trios. The moments are from their new years day meal, but the article was posted on 150211, Starcast posted an Article with photos of JinJiKook going grocery shopping and cooking together. It's ADORABLE. Jin honestly looks like a tired dad out out with his kids 🤣 and They are all so cute. All photos in the link above. Part 2 of the article here of them cooking their meal

Moving on to 150106, We get a BTB of Jimin TV. Lol Finding Jungkook. This is an interesting little Bangtan Bomb. Right off the bat, we have vmin with JM filming. He says that they need to find Jungkookie. V asks why. Jimin says because JK has been avoiding him lately and his reactions are funny. Tae then starts going "avoids?" Interupting Jimin multiple times to keep saying it. Like really?! He AVOIDS you? Are you sure. It's giving "I don't believe you at all." Like JK isn't really avoiding Jimin off camera.... at all. Jimin eventually turns to look at Tae who immediately stops and says sorry. Lol it's giving "okay, sorry for teasing, I'm done now" to me. The whole "interview" part of this with Jikook was mostly just them teasing each other. Huge smiles the whole time too. A tad bit awkward. Lol Jimin ending with requesting and jokingly pretending to steal a kiss and JKs panic. Lol part of these constant requests for kisses I think are due to what Jimin said at the start, he finds JKs reactions funny. And part of it, I think might be something else. Lol why does the joke never stop Jimin?? 🤣💀 Yall form your own opinions there. Lol

While that video was posted on the 6th, it wasn't taken then. The members were currently on vacation and visiting home for 3 days. Jimin and JK were in Busan seeing their own friends and family at the time. They got home on the 7th and traveled back to Seoul together on the train. Jikook tweeted a selca together arriving back at the dorm. Jimin also shared posts of what else he did while in Busan, which I'll share too. He went to visit a friend who was heading into the army soon and posted a selca with him and the beach they went too. He also posted photos from visiting his old dance teachers in Busan too. Jimin also posts a log from his trip as well too. Which you can watch here. Jimin mentions visiting with his friends and teachers and family as well as meeting JK on the train to head back.

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Also On the 7th, Oricon Style Magazine also released an interview they did over their Japanese Album. You can read the full translations here. I just want to focus on JK saying that when the hyungs are depressed or in a bad mood, he often doesn't notice. Tae and Hobi called him out on it and he confirmed. When asked if he ignored them on purpose, he Jimin and Hobi spoke up saying that often its better because if he tried to comfort them, they would often brush him off and that it's better for him to leave them all alone instead. And JK says that is why he doesn't do it. I find myself thinking that perhaps this might have been why some of these insensitive jokes he would make occasionally with his hyungs in an effort to be teasing, how he didn't always recognize that they didn't find it as funny.

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On the 14th BTS flew out to China for schedules. While there, they did interviews and press conferences as well. On 150116 they had an interview with 爱豆IDOL. You can find the whole thing if you want, but I can't find it with eng subs (if you do, let me know and I'll edit it in!) I will just link this part of when Jimin stands up to dance and do beat boxing during the interview. He dances in the middle, which happens to then be directly in front of JK. Who spends almost the entire dance checking out Jimins ass. Lmao

On 150118, JK tweets out photos he took of Tae, RM and Jimin relaxing in the hotel lobby (I assume) with the caption "From Jungkook-nim it's really...." it's really WHAT Jungkook?! Lol the way Jimin is staring into that camera though it's really something. 👀😂

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On 150120, Jikook post to Twitter together of them dancing/posing as they stayed late practicing longer than the other members. Captioned "a man who practices is a cool man. Jungkookie and super Jimin." An extra addition here JK posted to Twitter 2 vines of him being silly in the practice room too. Lol here and here. As well as Tae who apparently felt like Jimin was taking too long to get home from practice time with JK, started posting to Twitter telling Jimin to come home quickly already or else. And threatening Jimins Hip Hop monster doll if he didn't come back. Lmao which was a 3 part tweet series, followed by Jimins revenge later that night too. 🤣 On 150122, JK tweeted out a photo of him and Jimin thanking ARMYs for their award. Bangtan Bomb of the Award Show.

Also StarCast released an article and photos from the 24th Seoul Music Awards (where they won the award above) of the members from this day, ending with 4 cute Jikook Selcas. The article was posted Feb 3rd, but the photos come from 150122.

Ending January's moments on the 28th. They released a behinds clip for the Vietnamese Verison of Danger. Not really a moment, but I figured there would be lots of people who hadn't seen this yet and it starts off with super cute 3J practicing lyrics together and the jikook vocals through the whole 3 minutes is 😍😍 Also on the 28th was the Gaon Charts Awards. Everyone gushes over the cute jikook back hug dance at the END of 2015. But everyone forgets that 2015 STARTED with an award show backhug dance on the audience from jikook too. Lol they are so precious. A fancam below of the members reacting to the Super Junior performance at the award show. About 3:15 minutes in we see JK put his arm around Jimins shoulders and start to sway with him back and forth to the music. As well as a jikook focused angle from behind.

Bangtan Bomb from that award show here too. Jimin being tired of all the silly fighting for the camera. Lol the constant teasing. Jimin kissing the award after his thank you. Everyone groaning and saying now he has contaminated it and they can't touch it now to tease him. Just for JK to pick up the award again and almost kiss it himself. Lol didn't bother you, huh?

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On 150209, Jimin posted to Twitter a selca with JK in the seat next to him with the caption "We will go and return." Tae came to Twitter to reply with his own Selca from the other side of JK with the caption "I'm here tooooo" lmao cute. They were all heading to Japan for their Wake Up concert tour. On 150211, Big Hit posted their after concert group photo, with Jikook posing cutely together at the top in Toyko.

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On 150213, they had Day 1 of their Osaka Wake Up Concerts. Some super cute interactions from that day as well during the Concert between Jikook. You can also find all my thoughts as well as thoughts over jikookery from the behinds and just in general on the Wake Up Japan Tour Commentary Post here. Which took place from the 10th - 19th of Feb. You will also find more commentary over the Wake Up Tour Making Film from my Memories 2015 Disc 3 post here.

On 150216, they posted a video announcing their concert tour dates for BTS Begins concerts in March. JK looks at Jimin quite fondly multiple times through the video, both when Jimin is talking and when he isn't. You can also find more of my thoughts over the making films for BTS BEGINS from my post for Memories 2015 Disc's 1-2 here. Along with a preview into March from the actual concerts as well. Lol sorry! Timelines get more mixed up here as we have more content getting thrown into the mix.

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On 150217, JK on Japanese fancafe answered a question from staff about which hyung he got along best with/was easiest to talk to. He answered Jimin. So for anyone trying to say he was uncomfortable around Jimin in these early years or didn't seek Jimin out or didn't enjoy time with him. He once again is proving that wrong. My Post over that Here.

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On 150219, JK recommended Drown on Twitter. It's kinda a sad song, but beautiful. Not really anything to do with jikook together, but with all the references to being brass pretending to be gold, perhaps something he related to a bit. We know he sometimes felt pressured by his good at everything golden title

Which brings us to March. On 150302, a BTB gets posted of JM, Hope and RM doing the "Up & Down" girl group dance. JK joins near the end. Hobi goes up to dance on him and annoy him, only for JK to push him away. And then to start purposefully singing something different and cutting in front of Jimin, giggling and smiling as he purposefully tries to annoy him, and it clearly works. Lol it's giving me "I wanted Jimins attention and now I've got it" vibes

Also on the 2nd, Jikook tweeted together saying they all recieved a present, and they were holding a photo up of Hobi between them. Lmao not a flattering photo either. Also worth noting that Jimin posted this on March 2nd, but judging from their outfits, it appears to be their same outfits when they arrived back home in Korea from their Wake Up tour on February 20th. So the photos are probably from that day.

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On 150206 a BTB is posted of BTS playing Jenga. Jimin loses and as a punishment has to kiss Yoongi. (He never actually does it.) Yoongi is NOT happy and Jimin looks like he is getting into it. Lol JK though doesn't look all that into either until Jimin stands back up, aka not going through with it. Just a noticeable difference from the last time 2 members had to kiss as punishment and actually did it (Vhope on rookie king) and JK was very excited to be watching that punishment kiss go down 😅😂

On 150307, BTS are on the BTS 방탄소년단 Idol True Colours CRADIO 偶像本色 raido show. Definitely worth watching the whole hour if you haven't seen it yet. But I just want to repoint out here how Tae brings up how incredibly shy JK was even with all the members during trainee years and when they were so young. Tae brings up JK being so shy that he wouldnt even shower when his hyungs were awake. So that would have probably affected JKs behavior on camera too. That shyness and anxiety. Just again. Worth noting that he was closer and more relaxed with his hyungs whenver the cameras weren't shoved in his face back then.

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On 150308, JK recommended Memo by Years & Years on Twitter. This is QUITE the song. Look it up, read the lyrics. Please. It's a song by a queer group, who were considered to be queer role models by a lot of people in 2015. Memo in particular is an LGBTQ+ song. It's a song about being in love with a man despite still being in the closet. The singer, Olly has also mentioned in concerts and interviews that the song is actually about an unrequited love he had for a boy who he shared a dressing room with and fantasized about. Worth a listen and consideration about if JK was possibly relating to this a bit too.

On 150327, Big Hit tweets out a series of photos of the members practicing, including some shots of Jikook resting together on the sidelines against the wall. On the 28th, Starcast releases photos from the pre concert waiting room and rehersals for the BTS Begins Concerts. Which include the Jikook practice photo I used at the top of this post.

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On April 1st, as part of Big Hits April fools prank for Secret Spy Twitter account take over, Jikook had their photo in suits taken together too. You can find this prank mentioned on my April Fools Post as well. These photos for this April Fools prank though were all actually from Dec 2014. Still cute though. Lol

150405, April starts the HYYH Pt 1 process! On the 5th, Jimin films a log and shares it with us from their shooting location for the album jacket shooting. From when they're at the sea. It's very cold clearly and Jimin is wearing JKs jacket during this log and when he isn't actively shooting too. A very cute maknae line being silly BTB from this jacket shooting day as well. You can also find more of my thoughts over the jacket shooting from my memories 2015 Disc 4 part 1 post here too. You'll also find my thoughts over the I Need U MV Making Films in that post too, which were also filmed in April. But just needing to highlight, what is this precious awkward hesitation to touch. Oh my heart. Another BTB that comes from I Need U MV filming, is this one of Jimin. And I'm only including it to mention his last line after singing part of the lyrics "I've never been in love alone before." Now you can take that whichever way you want, personally for me. I see it as a "I've never been in love before" statement. Lol Jimin has mentioned one sided crushes from pre debut, but a crush is very different than being in love.

Again, the link above for Memories Disc 4 part 1. You can find more of my thoughts over the jacket shooting photos. On 150420, the concept photos are released, including the iconic jikook resting their heads on each other one that is stunning. Jimin also posted a screenshot of the top left photo below to Twitter on this day as well too, with the caption: "Oh boy, but Jungkook and I are the best? #Jimin #Chimchim #jm #Jungkook"

On the 23rd, Jimin tweets out photos of JK working on music with the caption "Looks like our Kookie is keeping his promise to ARMYs. Pretty thing - ChimChim"

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On 150429, Star Attack releases a video Interview with BTS. This is, I swear, just chaos. Lol Jungkook has to do Push-ups. Hobi says to get a good shot of his thighs and pulls his shirt up. Joon squeezes a thigh. Jimin and Tae start squeezing his butt while he does push-ups. Lol Jimins question was that what is one thing he would want to do if he was born a girl. He answered that he heard the women's bathhouse has coffee and he is curious and wants to try some. Lol and Joon and Hobi immediately teased saying that is all he is curious about, in a BATH house?! His innocence 🥺😂 or perhaps also his respectfulness or disinterest. Lol

Also on 150429, TENASIA Magazine dropped an Interview with BTS. Due to JK doing his school exams at the time of the interview, he was not part of this interview. I just want to draw attention to Jimins Answer about what was on their bucket list, which was "I want to go on vacation. I have this fantasy about vacations and I want to go on one, whether it’s by myself or with others." Followed by confirmed he has not ever gotten to travel yet for something that was not work related. They were also asked who's visuals rose up the most for this comeback, and Jimin answered Jungkook, of course. Lol They were also asked about roommates. Which they said was atm YoonJin, NamKook and Vhopemin. Which then had Jimin piping up about JK always being in their room too. Lol as follows:

Jimin: He keeps coming to our room lately. I feel like we share a room as four people.

Rap Monster: I feel like I’m using a room by myself. It’s nice…

V: We have to sleep but he keeps coming into our room asking us to play games with him.

Q: If you can give a word to Jungkook who’s taking his exam right now.

Rap Monster: Jungkook, move into the other room.

Jimin, V, & J-Hope: Don’t move in here

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On 140430, a lot of content drops. Lol but one is this Bangtan Bomb of JK asking his hyungs for advice before he turns 20. He goes up to each of his hyungs to get some words of wisdom. It's very cute. Jimin gives him his advice while sitting practically in his lap. Lol it's very cute

Another Bangtan Bomb dropped on the 30th is the Bangtan Quiz Show. Both filmed a bit earlier in the year on the same day. It's a cute funny video. Jikook end up on opposite teams sitting across from one another and there is a lot of looking at each other happening too. Particularly from JK it seems.... in MY opinion

On the 30th, the members had their first broadcast for I Need U and all posted to Twitter after. Jimin posted with the caption "Did you watch the first broadcast well? Please watch over our promotions well in the future too. #BTS #화양연화 #INEEDU #WithOurKook"

3J also posted a super cute dubsmash video together on Twitter this day too lol. Posted by Jungkook. With the caption "First broadcast! Really.. thank you ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ We’ll work hard tomorrow too, fighting! ARMY fighting! Bangtan fighting! - JK"

Also dropped on the 30th were The Star Profiles filled out by the members. You can find all 7 here with translations. Jimins and JKs here. Their ideal types were asked again. Jimin just said that he has certain features he likes but a girl with a good personality is most important. JK said Someone who is good at singing, likes me, has nice skin, is smart and 160cm tall. Jimin hates being still and is very bright, tracks. JK will only do what he wants to do and doesn't care what others think. Someone print that quote out to give to shippers. Lol also tracks.

And that wraps up part 1 for Jan - April 2015! Not every moment was included, more just so the ones I personally felt like were ones more worthy of calling attention to and spoke to their bond. I'm not including every skinship moment or playful moment or moment where they looked at each other. Lol and my opinions are littered throughout these posts too.

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Basically my thoughts over the first part of this year aren't too much different from my thoughts at the end of 2014. I think they are crushing. I think they are admitting said crush to themselves more at this point, but that neither is actively doing anything about said crush. Not *really.* I think we are seeing a bit more school yard crush vibes as well. The ass staring from JK and the soft stares during games though is what stands out to me as that "I'm attracted and I know I'm attracted" type of moments here.

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The overall vibes of the start of this year, for me, were 100% still just friendship. No one was really pushing major boundaries. Jimin was pushing a few with the teasing, but never doing anything too seriously in my opinion. JK was clearly accepting some of these feelings he was having. Whether either of them knew what to do about it or even wanted to do anything about it, is a little unsure at this point. JK sharing that song Memo though, ALWAYS gets me right in the feels. I do think that rec came from more than just I like this type of music. But that's just me. While I think they are both starting to accept and admit these crushes to themselves, I'm not sure if either are aware of how exactly the other feels though too. One more reason I think they tried to not push those boundaries. And their interactions through their unit shoot for HYYH pt 1 were interesting too. It's also very clear they are spending a lot of their off camera time together as well it seems, especially with the comments about JK always being in Vhopemins room too.

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That's all just my personal opinion though. You are all free to agree or disagree with any or one of it! I start noticing a much bigger change in how they behave around each other and perhaps at how they handle their feelings/crushes in the summer, which would be in part 2! 🥰🥰 Thanks for letting me share, and again, sorry this is so long! If you read it all know I appreciate you lots! And again, if some of the timing is a smidge off for when the moments were actually filmed rather than released, I'm doing my best! Lol Thanks again!

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I'm sending this assuming that requests are open. If not, feel free to ignore this, haha

Can I request the bros reacting to mc getting annoyed and worried during a thunderstorm, and when they ask why mc answers with something akin to "my dog is terrified of thunderstorms, so it's become instinct to find him and comfort him"?

I've been slow to answer requests lately. Sorry, this took so long.

Lucifer:

Your constant pacing is annoying him. Lucifer can’t figure out why you are so agitated, and your pacing is starting to distract him from the paperwork he has to have done by morning. “It’s just a thunderstorm, Mc please.”

You whip around to glare at him so quickly he is taken aback.

Nothing in your expression says fear, and to be honest, Lucifer is relieved you don’t seem to be afraid of the storm. He hadn’t handled the situation well and he wouldn’t ever want you to think he cares so little for you that he would brush aside your fears as if they meant nothing.

Now that he is thinking clearly again he changes tactics.

“Mc, my dear, what has got you so upset?”

“My dog hates thunder, and I always have to comfort him during a storm. He’s not here. But I can’t help but worry. And it’s just instinct now I guess.

Lucifer seriously considers bringing your dog to the Devildom.

But the trouble that would get him into, the paperwork, Diavolo, the chance that some sort of harm could come to your pet dissuades him from that idea.

“I’m sorry mc.” and he really does look distressed that he can’t help you.

Until he realizes that Cerberus isn’t the biggest fan of thunder either. Cerberus’s room is more protected from the noise of the storm but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like attention and comfort during a storm.

Lucifer takes your hand and silently leads you down to Cerberus.

You are understandably reluctant at first but Lucifer assures you that Cerberus is completely docile while he is around.

Soon you are snuggled up against the three-headed dog and Lucifer is finishing his work on the ground next to you.

Mammon:

Mammon bluntly asks you what has you so annoyed

“Oi human, what’s got ya all antsy?”

The way he says it makes you want to fight him just a little.

But he’s a demon and there’s no way a human could scare him with a little glare. Well normally your glare might scare him just a bit, but the look in your eyes now is tempered by the worry that is so clear on your face.

He drags you to his room and has you explain exactly why you are so worried.

Mammon asks you all about your dog.

He somehow distracts you by getting you to tell him all kinds of cute and funny stories about your dog.

You end up sitting with Mammon for hours, music playing in the background, almost completely forgetting about the storm.

He definitely wants to meet your dog now.

He’ll even go to Lucifer to get permission to visit your home in the human realm so you can both see your dog.

Levi:

You are distracting him from his gaming and it takes Levi a second to process that you might need his comfort.

“If you are going to be a distracting normie, could you at least not pace in front of the screen Mc?”

You apologetically move away from the screen towards the door.

“W-Wait! I didn’t mean you should leave! What’s wrong?”

You hesitate not sure if you want to tell him now, but then you spot Henry in his fishbowl.

“My dog hates thunder,” you say refusing to look at Levi and staring at the fishbowl instead “I usually have to go find him when a storm starts. But he’s not here, and I dunno… I think it’s just like instinct to comfort him but I cant so…”

Levi gets it.

He has so much love for his pets. Even the ones that grew into giant demon-eating monsters that don’t even recognize him.

He’d do almost anything for them.

You can’t go comfort your dog, but maybe Levi can comfort you?

He’ll try, even if he is blushy and nervous.

You’ll spend the storm exchanging stories about your pets and watching animes that are eerily similar to your situation. Like ‘My demon dog hates storms but I’m in the human realm and now the storms make me anxious because I can’t help but worry about him.’ and ‘My crush is worried about her pets and I almost messed everything up, but don’t worry I think I can help!’

Satan:

It’s no secret this demon is more of a cat lover.

But he still cares about your dog because he cares about you.

Blunt demon 2.0

Straight up asks you about your behavior as soon as you start acting weird. Although he is much more polite about it than Mammon.

“Mc, is there something you want to talk about? You seem distressed.”

“No!” you snap “Yes? Maybe? I don’t know Satan. This storm is driving me crazy! Every fiber of my being tells me I need to go find him. But he’s not here and I can’t help but worry and I know you mean well but there is nothing you can do to fix this.”

“Oh, well I don’t know if I would say there is nothing I can do. But who is he, kitten?” he asks gently, trying to understand

“My dog.”

You stare at him as he goes rummaging through the piles on one of his bookcases. After several minutes he turns triumphantly to you holding an ornamental metal hand mirror out to you.

It looks beyond old, and it’s surprisingly heavy and sturdy when he hands it to you.

“Just think of your dog and look in the mirror.”

“Like beauty and the beast?” you joke.

“Where do you think the ‘beast got the mirror in the first place?” Satan asks.

“I-What? You mean you-”

Satan’s eyes glint “That’s a story for another time, but yes I gave the ‘beast’ his magic mirror. But the fairy tales butchered the actual story,” He sighs.

You look in the mirror as instructed and see your dog with your family, tale wagging, dashing across a grassy field after a ball.

You smile “Thank you, Satan. This really helps.”

“Anytime Mc”

Asmo:

Asmo is telling you about his latest Devilgram post and how his followers “simply loved seeing the picture of you on the Ferris wheel with him,” when the first clap of thunder rolls through the air above the house of lamentation.

When you jump up at the sound Asmo thinks you’re afraid of the storm.

He carefully places the top to the nail polish he was using back on the bottle before focusing on you. “Darling, are you ok?”

You shake your head, pacing to the door then back to your vacated seat on Asmo’s bed.

“Mc darling can you tell me what’s wrong?” Asmo analyses your expression quickly, he’s looking for fear but doesn’t find any.

“It’s the storm,” you murmur “My dog can’t stand thunder and I’m used to going to find him when a storm starts. But I can’t really do that here so I’m stuck not knowing what to do with myself.”

“Oh Mc, that’s absolutely adorable!”

You glare half-heartedly at the demon.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Asmo pouts “I can’t help but react when you act so sweet.” he hums in thought for a moment.

“Is there someone taking care of him now?”

You nod “Yes, but I still worry sometimes.”

“I know darling. How about we go ask Lucifer if you can go for a visit tomorrow?”

You perk up at the thought and Asmo grins “Good, then we’ll do that first thing tomorrow morning. But for now, do you think we can distract you with a movie and some facemasks?”

Beel:

Beel doesn’t want to intrude, but he can’t help it when your mood starts affecting him.

He can’t enjoy the snacks he just bought when you seem so upset.

“Mc… will you tell me how I can help you?”

The sincerity of his question shocks you for a moment.

You blink up at him, feeling heat blooming in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Beel, I didn’t mean to ruin your snacks”

“It’s ok Mc, you're more important.”

“It’s just that storms bother me. My dog hates them and when I can’t be there to comfort him I get… well like this.”

Beel nods and asks if you’d like to do something to take your mind off the storm.

“I don’t really know if I can just forget about the storm, you know?”

“That’s ok, how about we make some comfort foods then?”

Beel has you choose some music to play in hope of concealing the sound of thunder and you end up talking about your dog and cooking your favorite foods.

Beel is content helping out even if you aren't in the best of moods as long as he can help cheer you up just a bit.

Belphie:

Belphie is already annoyed that the thunder is keeping him from sleeping.

So your mood fits right in with his.

You can both be anxious/ annoyed little terrors together.

The rest of the brothers are giving you both plenty of space.

Somehow having someone in a similar mood as your own is helpful.

You can both be a little snappy without the other being offended or impatient.

You probably end up in a pile of pillows and blankets with Belphie. You're both a little restless but eventually, the comfort of the blankets and Belphie’s warmth calm you.

He’ll make sure you’re ok, with gently probing questions to find out what caused your mood.

He can’t exactly help your situation, after all, he doesn’t have the power to bring your dog to the Devildom and he doubts Lucifer would let him anyways.

But he can, and will let you talk if you want, and if not he’ll support you in silence.

He likes it best when you are happy but he knows there are problems he can’t solve.

He’ll ask if you’d like to dream about being home with your dog and if so he’ll influence your dreams.

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I have this new headcanons and I'm curious to know what you think about it

Okay so: Percy is the Favorite brother-in-law

Fleaur loves him because he is the only Weasley (except of Bill obv) who can speak French and he is learning it for her

Hermione loves him because sometimes you just need to talk with someone as smart and cultured as you. They don't always agree .. But that's okay because it just makes their discussions more interesting

I think Angelina may also like him... He married Oliver right? And I think she feels kind of excluded too in that family, they love her and she knows it but.. She married her ex dead boyfriend's twin. It would always be strange. Especially because for everyone Fred and George were a unic thing... Even their mom couldn't distinguish them. But I think that Percy knew them as individuals more than anyone else. I think he knows she didn't married George because he was Fred's twin. And she knows it

And maybe one of Charlie's dragons has a big soft spot for Percy too😂

I can see him visiting his brother in Romania and this little cute thing.. Or a big terryging one? (Idk.. I like both versions ahahaha)

Anyway.. The dragon just wants to stay always with him😂

@bennyhawk02 sorry for the late response cuz I was having a long vacation and my wifi is soooo poooor.

Jeez I got the same head canon tooo! Like everyone thought they kinda dislike Percy and thought he's a bit annoying, but actually they do love and trust him very much. Percy is like an invisible tough wall that they can always lean on it.

Bill, Fleur and Hermoine although are the smartest in the family, somehow they still like to get some suggestion from Percy. Like Bill and Hermoine will want to learn some social skills from Percy just to make sure they have a good relationship with their colleagues. For Fleur, it's all about the language topic. As my opinion, Percy definitely a multilingual person and Fleur is very proud of herself being Percy's only student.

Then comes to George. The death of Fred is a turning point between the relationship of George and Percy. Although it might be a little awkward, George has patience to listen all the suggestions and ideas from Percy just to let the shop runs more better. He and Percy even will stuck in their lab just to invent some cool stuffs. This is their unique way to heal the scars in their heart and also George's redemption to Percy. The moment he lost Fred makes him realised he can't afford to lost another sibling again.

And then is Angeline, as you said she definitely feels like no matter how hard she tries, she still feels like an outsider. Percy will sacrifice himself and play few times of Quidditch with her (yup he def flies very low that makes Angeline laugh at him, but he don't care cuz that's his purpose). Idk what Percy will do, but he definitely has his own ways to comfort Angeline.

Well, about Ron and Ginny they definitely took Percy as their role model, even he had done some mistakes and they had make fun of him. Ginny will always gives Percy the VIP tickets so that he can be her team free Quidditch coach (this act almost drives Oliver). Ron likes to bother Percy with his own family issues, like he and Hermoine fighting agains. Percy looks like he's enough of those family lil fights but deep in the heart he feels very happy that Ron willing include him into his life (you know what I mean)

Then it's Harry and Charlie. In my own opinion, surprisingly they don't talk to each other that much. Percy always has faith in Harry, he knew this boy, his brother-in-law had gone through so much that he can already carries the world with his back in a very young age.

Charlie, Percy used to be so close with his brother back when they study in Hogwarts, but since Charlie moves to Romania their relationship slowly faded. The time they reconnected is Percy heard form some dragon trainer that Charlie was facing some academic problems about one of his dragon project. Somehow, Percy found out he had some data about the species that Charlie used as his observant target. From that day begin, Charlie always like to discuss his academic problems with Percy, cuz Percy to him is like a library.

Among the nephew and niece? He definitely their favourite uncle, looks a bit strict, sounds a bit serious but will always help them to prank their own family members.

Percy definitely is everyone's fav person in the family, even though none of them (except Fleur) would admit. Whenever I think about this, it just makes me so happy hahahahahahah.

[ggukachuwu]

Chapter 1 | Guardian of Gold | Jeon Jungkook

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Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

Genre: fantasy, alternate universe, illegitimate heir! jk, witch descendent! reader, angst, fluff, dual dimensions, magic, strangers to lovers

Warnings: nothing, except for mentions of the grandmother acting strange and the fictional use of various religious/spiritual practices for a fictional spiritual practice.

Synopsis:

In a world adjacent to our own, long lived the Guardian of Gold.

During your summer vacation, you decided to spend it with your quite eccentric grandmother. However, when you get there a series of strange events, odd dreams of different dimensions, and late night escapades with an illegitimate heir to some magical throne start to haunt you after you get your hands on an old book you found under the floorboards of you grandmother's home. Or was it really a dream at all and your grandmother has been hiding some dark and gruesome secrets that has followed your family for centuries?

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M THE HEIR TO POWERFUL WITCH BLOODLINE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION?!!?!?!?!"

A/N: sorry for the wait between the prologue and chapter 1 ahaha. I've been kind of busy lately with work and other things. Also, I won't be using any Korean honorifics in this fic just because I don't want to misspell anything. Jungkook should be introduced in Chapter 2!!!

Your grandmother had been acting odd when you had arrived at her home a day earlier. It was almost like she was hiding something from you based on the way she seemed to hold you at arms length.

Granted, your grandmother had always been rather odd.

As a child, you remember watching her prance around her home chanting in some language that sounded made up.

Even the blessings or talismans she would regularly give to you and your cousins when you visited were different than what your friends would get from their grandparents. Your friends had always said it looked like she was giving you curses.

Of course, you didn't like that. You considered the things your grandmother gave you to be precious and they always gave you a warm tingly feeling that you would describe as happiness.

But regardless of how she's always been, this time was very different than what you were used to.

And that may be due to the fact that you were an adult now and not the wide-eyed child you once were. You were a grown woman who matured and wasn't so childish anymore, something your grandmother probably wasn't used to.

Still, her behavior made you feel odd.

The next day, while your grandmother was visiting a friend of hers, you stayed at the house.

You had spent most of the morning alone in silence, well...more like asleep. Lunch time was when your day started. You took a shower and ate some food.

You groaned, flinging the arm that was resting over your eyes to the floor. Oh, how incredibly bored you were. Your grandmother had been gone for a few hours and you weren't sure when she would be getting back. There was absolutely nothing to do in the house and it was so quiet.

"Ugh...what should I do?" you mumbled to yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes of staring blankly into space, your eyes focused on something in the uncovered rafters. A tiny piece of what looked like the corner of a piece of paper stuck out just slightly from the rafter above you.

Curiosity filled your mind and bones like wandering ants, so you jumped up to find a stool to reach the piece of paper.

Unfortunately, the stool is just a little too short for you to be able to reach the piece of paper and you have to stretch on the toes of one foot to be able to reach it.

Your fingers brushed the piece of paper, wiggling it so that it falls off the beam. It flutters down into your hands, landing softly. The piece of paper is tinted a yellow-tan color, probably from age. It's crumpled and creased in places.

The piece of paper is actually bigger than you thought it was at first. Since it was crumpled up it looked smaller, but it's about A5 size.

As you opened up the paper and flattened it, you noticed the fading ink etched onto it.

The words written were an older form of Korean that you had a bit of trouble reading, but you were able to make out what seemed to be directions.

Under the floorboards near the alter lays the key to our success.

The directions were odd to you. Key to what success? You didn't understand.

Regardless, you went to the one place you could think of: your grandmother's prayer room. That was the only room with an alter.

In that room she kept the shrine that was dedicated to passed family members. It was also where she kept the books of your family history and everything about what exactly it was that she practiced.

You entered the room. It had a nice smell, likely from your grandmother's morning prayer where she lights her incense sticks and candles.

There was also a bit of fruit sitting on the alter and a glass of water. An offering to your ancestors. Pictures and nick-knacks rested on the table top, an apple or orange resting in front of each one.

Near the alter, under the floorboards.

Under the floorboards.

While holding the piece of paper delicately in your hand, you shuffled around the room near the alter looking of a loose floorboard. It took a bit of time, but in the corner next to the window, a board creaked and wobbled when you put your weight on it.

You had been trying to pry the floorboard up for the past thirty minutes, it felt like. You just couldn't get your fingers under it enough to get it up.

What could you do?

Standing up, you looked around the room. There was nothing that would be of use to you, except maybe something on the alter, but it would be disrespectful to your ancestor and grandmother to use anything on there.

Next you made your way to the kitchen in search of a spatula or something flat enough to get under the board.

Luckily for you, you had hung the spatula over the sink so it could dry after you washed the dishes you used to make your lunch.

You snatched the spatula and flung of any of the excess water still on it and swiftly went back into the prayer room.

Crouching down, you shoved the spatula in between the floorboards, praying that you wouldn't ruin it, and angled it just enough to get it to catch under the loose board to pull it up enough to get your fingers under it.

With a bit of creaking from nails coming out of their holes, you were able to lift up the loose board.

It was dark under the floorboards, so you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and turned on the flashlight.

There, at the very bottom of the hole, sitting on top of the dirt foundation under the house, was a wooden box. It had a dark wood stain, black metal hinges, and black embellishments.

You used your flashlight to look around the hole for a moment longer, just to make sure nothing was going to jump out at you and bite you before reaching down and pulling the box out of the hole.

Thankfully, there was no lock, just a little latch to keep the box closed.

You sat back and crossed your legs, resting the box in your lap. With a deep breath you glanced at the piece of paper that lead you to the box.

Under the floorboards near the alter lays the key to our success.

Who was the "our" the paper referred to? Your family? And success in what?

With a slight tremble in your fingers, you unlatched the box and lifted the lid.

The contents of the box was not what you expected. In the box was a single book, an old one, for that matter. It was made in a traditional book binding style, with yellowing pages, and curling edges.

You picked the book up, setting aside the box it was once contained in. You turned the book over in your hands, examining it. There was nothing really special about it. You weren't sure how this was supposed to be the "key to success."

The inside of the book was written in an older version of Korean, much like the piece of paper was, but thankfully you were still able to make out the gist of what the first page said:

The Guardian of Gold and the misfortune he caused for our kin. His reign must end and his empire must fall.

[spencers-dria]

Light Amongst the Darkness

Ch. 13 of Someone to Stay

Spencer Reid x fem reader

POV: Spencer

I wake up for the third time this morning as a technician comes in the room to take my vital signs. It seems like it's always something, labs, vital signs, or medicine. I look over to see Y/N curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly. She really could sleep through just about anything, but somehow she seems to always know when I get up.

I slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom as quietly as possible to shower and get ready for the day. I feel a hand grab by wrist as I pass the couch. I look down and see her still half asleep, her eyes aren't even open yet.

"Spence?"

"It's okay, go back to sleep. I'm just going to take a shower."

"Let me know if you need anything" she says through a yawn as she rolls back over. I can tell she has fallen back asleep within seconds by the sound of soft snoring. I can't help but smile. It was an adorable quirk of hers.

By now I'm able to take the bandages off and wash the surgical wound. I wince slightly as the gauze pulls as the staples. It seems do be doing okay. Y/N has really been helping a lot. The nurses here seem to know her well and let her do as much as she wants to help take care of me. I've tried convincing her that she's not at work and she doesn't have to be my nurse but she insists.

I make my way out of the steamy bathroom in fresh sweatpants as I towel dry my hair. Y/N is wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with bandages all laid out on the side table.

I start to sit down next to her as I try one last time to convince her to take a break. "You know you really don't have to..."

"Shush. I want to help."

I turn to face her as she delicately dresses the wound after covering it with an antibiotic ointment. I had to admit, it hurt much less when she did it. I watch her as she puts all of her focus into what she's doing. I really enjoy getting to see her do what she does best, what she's passionate about. She looks really beautiful, despite having just woken up. It's almost not fair. Her hair is hanging down in its natural light waves, I'm almost tempted to reach out and run my hands through it. I can feel my skin tingle where she's placed her hand on my other shoulder for balance as the leans in to examine her finished work. I shake the feeling from my head. I can't scare her off.

After she's finished, I slip on a t-shirt as she pulls out her laptop and we settle into the hospital bed, ready to watch the final Harry Potter movie. Downtime in the hospital had allowed us to make our way through the series much quicker than anticipated. She had asked for a couple extra days off, which I fought against and lost. This was my fourth, and hopefully last day staying in the hospital.

As we get into the movie I hear her say "mmm I miss it."

"Miss what?"

"Hogwarts" she laughs as though this was obvious.

I give her a quizzical look.

She continues. "You know, the wizarding world, in Orlando?"

"Ohhh yeah I almost forgot they had that."

She pauses the movie and turns to look at me with wide eyes. "You mean you've never been?"

"No. By the time they built it I guess I was older and already working for the FBI."

"Spencer I only went my first time in college." She laughs. "You're never too old to go to Hogwarts!"

She sits for a moment, lost in her thoughts, before her face lights up with a huge smile.

"We have to go."

"What, the two of us?"

"No genius, me and Hotch." We both giggle at the thought as she elbows me. "I used to take road trips with my friends back home all the time. It's been awhile though..."

I can tell she's been a bit homesick lately. She misses her friends and family. No one has been able to visit her yet. So I decide that this is a great idea for us both.

I look over to her, unable to hide a grin. "When are we going?"

"Really? Really??! You'll go? Oh my gosh, Spencer!" She jumps up out of the bed and starts pacing the room.

"We have to start planning. When do you want to go? I have to ask for days off. You will too of course. I can't wait to show you everything. We'll have to get you a robe..."

"Y/N!" She stops to look at me, as I can't help but laugh at her.

"Take deep breaths. We have plenty of time. You really get excited for trips, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea! Vacations are my absolute favorite! Planning is half the fun."

She stops and loses herself in thought for a moment. "It's not weird, is it? Us taking a trip together?"

I simply shake my head and she continues to plan out loud.

Her question makes me think. We are just friends. Friends can take trips together. My thoughts drift to the events that took place a little over a week ago at her apartment and at the bar. We still haven't talked about that. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, but ever since then I have taken extra notice of little things.

We used to sit apart to watch movies together, but ever since that day she seems to snuggle next to me. I find myself incredibly aware of how close she is, or when her arm brushes mine, my skin igniting at every touch.

She eventually settles down and makes her way back over to the bed, setting us up to continue the movie. Her head settles onto my shoulder, as if it belongs there. As her gaze falls on the screen, my gaze falls on her, and I can't seem to tear it away. I love watching her reactions. Despite having seen the movie so many times before, her expressions are as dramatic as someone who is seeing it for the first time. She told me she still cries at the boathouse scene, every time. I love that about her, her ability to see light in dark places, good among the evil. She is definitely the shining light amongst the darkness I face every day at work. I never want to lose that...lose her.

Eventually the nurse comes in with the discharge paperwork and instructions for wound care. They try to offer me prescriptions for pain medications at home, but I insist on sticking with Tylenol and Advil. Y/N drives me home and helps me carry my things up to my apartment. After we make our way inside. She immediately starts cleaning, switching on some music before she gets to work. I think about telling her to stop but I know better by now. Instead I lie across the couch and grab the book I was reading before I left for the case.

I try to focus on the words in front of me, but I find myself reading the same page over again as my eyes are continually drawn to Y/N. I see her go in my room and come back out with a laundry basket and bed sheets. After starting a load, she makes her way to the kitchen, wiping down counters and cleaning off any dishes in the sink. She's too focused on each task to notice my lingering stares.

She had come back out dressed in some loose fitting, high-waisted denim shorts and a black tank. She's pulled back the top half of her hair and tied it with a silk, gold scarf. She's still got no makeup on with her glasses. I normally take absolutely no notice of what women wear, but I really admire her style. It's always changing, completely unique and completely hers.

I try to hold back a grin as I watch her dance around the kitchen, barefoot as she sings a song I don't recognize.

"You get ready you get all dressed up, to go nowhere in particular. Back to work or the coffee shop, it don't matter because it's enough to be young and in looovee."

I can't put my finger on it but something about her has definitely been different lately. There's a new glow about her, and I'm drawn to it like a moth.

During her cleaning she's also opened up all my curtains and window's letting light in. She brought home all the flowers that had been dropped off during my hospital stay and is rearranging them into small vases to spread across the apartment. Its almost as if her light is so infectious, she's spreading it into every corner of my life, my home. I blush at the thought of how nice it would be to have her around all the time.

Every once in awhile I catch her gaze and she simply smiles at me as she continues to sing with equal enthusiasm. I appreciate that she's finally comfortable enough around me to sing, to be completely herself.

When she finally runs out of things to busy herself with, she makes her way to the couch and sits across from me, handing me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as she bites into one she made for herself.

"Thank you" I say appreciatively with a mouth half full of food.

"Thanks for everything actually; cleaning my apartment, staying with me at the hospital, taking care of me...and just for sticking around, being my friend."

She leans forward placing her elbows on her knees. "I couldn't have found anyone better if I had hand picked them myself." She laughs at her own cheesiness.

I cough, clearing my throat for a moment. "Should we talk about the other night?"

"The other night? Oh!...oh." I notice her face turns a bit red and she breaks eye contact, staring at the wood floors instead.

"We don't have to I just thought..."

"No it's okay. We should talk about it. Well, first of all I want to apologize for making you uncomfortable. Sometimes when I drink I flirt with just whoever is around. It's not personal. I'm really sorry." I notice her start to nervously pick at the hem of her clothing, a sign of her anxiety.

"No! No you didn't make me uncomfortable." I shake my head, biting my lip as I try to think of how to continue.

"It was unexpected. I've never seen you be so confident. It was really s-s-something else." I feel my face heat up as I catch myself almost saying something I regret. I shift in my seat, incredibly aware of the thick tension lingering in the air.

She finally speaks up. "So the trip? I guess we can pick some dates once you're back at work. Then we can request off and buy some tickets. Sound good?"

"Mmmhhmm." My heart is still racing from the previous conversation. I can't believe how quickly I go from completely at ease around her to a hot mess of nerves. I tell my self it's nothing, that it will go away if I only give it time. It has to.

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch (pt 7)

Pairing: Dad!Roger x Mum!Reader

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because the court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

catch up: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

masterlist //dialogue prompts

taglist: @madeinheavxn @namelesslosers @stacymaytaylor @drwse @cherries-n-rocknroll

words: 3,336

warnings: some tense in the middle hehe and woman talk.

It was around seven in the morning. Your head was dizzying and took you ages to get out of bed after blaming the wine for the headache you're feeling now. Roger was a sleepy angel with his blonde messy hair and his back covering his bedside. You had to fix and prepare yourself for work. It's nice going to work from Tuesday to Friday but the work you put in within these eight hours as an accountant in the bank, is exhausting.

"Roger, I have to go..." you knell next to him, softly playing with his hair. His face was turned against yours, you could see him sleeping deeply. What a cutie he was.

"Mmm?" He asked on his sleep, without being aware of what you said.

"Babe?" You kissed his forehead. You haven't done that for ages. Your relationship starts involving again. After the short name you called him, he opened his eyes and seemed kinda lost.

"Wh- where are you going?" He asked again after stretching himself.

"I have to go to work..." you explained.

"I can drive you off." He offered himself.

"No, the public should not see us together, you know, the paps." You narrowed your brows. They always annoyed you.

"Yeah, that's right... I'll have to go to work in a couple of hours too. I'll call you from there. I think I have your office's phone number," he scratched his head and looked at you focused.

"I think you do, yeah. We'll see each other later?" You asked, wishing to be true.

"What a stupid question, of course." He smiled and came closer to you for a kiss. "Laura will be here when you arrive." He slightly squeezed your cheek.

"Nice." you stood on your feet again and attempted to walk away but his hand stopped you.

"Last night was amazing. So refreshing for us, right?" He stated, waiting for your approval.

"Couldn't agree more." You laughed.

"You look so freshly fucked by me, I can see that." He joked and a giggle escaped your mouth.

"Is that visible?" You asked, checking yourself at the mirror.

"Yes, you're happy." He wasnt laughing anymore, he was serious about it and with that, you turned to him smiling. It's true, you were feeling happy. You were happy everytime he gave you pleasure. You give him soul and body, he gives you pleasure and happiness after it. You wanted to feel like that. You needed it by him. You didn't say a word. Just a simple smile to him and it made his day and yours too.

Your work to bank was going to be productive but an unpleasant surprise sooner or later would ruin it all.

At your launch time, you walked with your colleague, Mary, at the bank's restroom, where you can calmly drink some coffee and chat.

"I tried to reach you last night but you wouldn't pick up." Mary started and sipped a little of her coffee. "I was thinking you'd come over at my place to drink some wine and listen to jazz." She added.

"I wasn't home actually and I don't think I'll be again." You nodded your head in refusal while the little spoon you used to mix sugar with coffee was thrown at the sink.

"Wait, you're moving out?" She asked confused.

"Basically I'm moving back to Roger's house. I was living there before the divorce." You answered.

"Holy s-" she was a little louder than she wanted to be but she already covered her mouth with her hand. You made her the shush gesture with your finger. "Holy shit!" She whispered close to you fully excited. "So you two are..." she winked.

"Yes, I think so." You smiled.

"I'm so happy about it, I mean you look happy too, I haven't seen you like this since..." she stopped. "Wait, I haven't seen you like that." She came a little closer to your face trying to check your eyes. "What happened last night, naughty girl?" She winked again and teased your arm. She was open about her relationships to you and so were you to her. She's probably the closest friend you have.

"Mary, that's personal!" You laughed trying to hide your excitement.

"It wasn't so personal to you telling me about R/N's poor sexual skills." She sarcastically raised her brow.

"Yes because he lacked on that, I wouldn't come if I didn't masturbate after-party, y' know?" You hinted and she totally understood. "I wanted to share this problem with you."

"Too pity, he only likes flexing around his cars but on sex, poor guy..." she started. "But you know, I never liked this man. How come you, Roger Taylor's ex-wife and current girlfriend date a man like R/N?" She reminded your standards and she was right. It was all about your image and your dignity.

"I guess I was too hurt by Roger, I couldn't see clearly. I always loved him." You stared at the floor and sipped from your cup.

"And you're back again which is perfect than before. I'm sure Laura will be happier." She smiled.

"She already is." You nodded and smiled back.

"Hey ladies, you have some work to do out there, what's taking you so long?" A colleague of yours, came in the room demanding you to get back to work.

"Sure, we're going back, sorry for that." Mary took the lead and left the room, now both of you went back at your posts.

At the studio

Roger was on studio with Brian and John, fixing their instruments before starting recording. Freddie was yet to be seen so John asked, knowing what was happening. "Everything alright?"

Roger finished fixing his drum kit and turned to John's side, "If you're talking about last night, you better be sure about it. What about Laura?" Roger asked.

"Vera drove them off to school earlier, she said she will pick them up. She'll be in our place." John replied.

"Oh nice then, sure, I'll pick her up, I'm thinking of a fancy dinner with Y/N and Laura at some restaurant." Roger was arranging a dinner with his beloved family, thinking something big.

"Oh, I'm curious to find out!" John smiled.

"Rog," Brian took part in the conversation, coming closer to his bandmates. "You should book a table if you're going to do what I'm thinking." He pressed his hand on Roger's shoulder.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Roger asked confused.

"Sweet lord," John gasped. "Wait, you're not going to propose her again, right?"

"Why not?" Roger asked in disbelief.

"Roger, it didn't work all this time. Just because you spent two days together doesn't mean you'll be like that again." Brian was negative about Roger's thought.

"And why not? I changed my mind, I was immature, I know. But now I'm different." He tried to defend himself.

"Roger, she might feel pressed if you propose her again." John was trying to explain.

"No she won't, she won't see R/N again, I know it. She ran to me the moment he raised a hand on her." Roger protested.

"He what?" John was shocked. "Y/N would never let a man hit her, what are you talking about?" John couldn't believe his ears.

"Her cheeks were burning when she ran to me and-" Roger was feeling tense.

"Roger, you won't let him get away with it, will you?" Brian crossed his arms.

"What can I do? I am not the one who was assaulted." Roger loudly said, feeling ready to explode.

"Who was assaulted?" Freddie's voice echoed in the studio and his bandmates' gave him a death stare. "What? I'm not late." He arrogantly raised his brow and smoked a bit of his cigarette.

"We were having a conversation about Roger and Y/N." Brian made a briefing of the situation.

"Oh, I'm all ears, did you have sex?" He winked to Roger.

"Yes we did, but that's not the thing." He shook his head in total confusion.

"Alright, alright, what's the matter? I heard about someone getting assaulted?" Freddie asked concerned.

"Yes, Y/N was. He spied on her on Sunday night because she didn't want him to stay there." Roger started.

"Oh, you drove Laura off that night, didn't you? At her flat." Freddie asked, recalling the facts cause he was there that afternoon, at Roger's house.

"Correct. So, Laura kind of wanted me to stay and Y/N made her the favour, but I prepared our ground, I fixed a drink she was relaxed and we ended up making love." Roger felt like missing you right now.

"Oh, that's, that's good!" Brian commented.

"Yes, it is. And what happened next?" John asked, trying to learn all the details. They all wanted actually.

"Well yeah, the next day things were a little awkward between us but in the end it wasn't anymore. That asshole, went at her home, raised a hand on her and my girl ran to my place." Roger said.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" Freddie gasped. He was nuts.

"She obviously ran to her shelter." John made a romantic comment

"She won't leave it unpunished, will she?" Freddie asked.

"I don't know." Roger thoughtfully said.

"Well, fucking call her," Freddie yelled.

"Stop yelling at me, okay? I'll do it." Roger yelled back and Brian with John shared a laugh.

Roger grabbed the phone and dialled your office's phone number. He was impatient to call you, but at least he had a reason to do it. You picked up from the other side, too busy from your work. "Hello?"

"Y/N?" Roger's voice was unsure and unsteady. He barely spoke to you on the phone. He would call at his early days while on tour.

"Roger? Hi!" You smiled after recognizing his voice. "Are you at the studio?" You stopped archiving loan papers and focused on him.

"Yes, Freddie just arrived." He tried to remain calm.

"Oh, tell the boys I said hi." You giggled.

"Of course." Roger cleared his voice before getting to the topic. "So um, about yesterday, when R/N appeared at your flat, will you sue him or something?" He asked fully concerned about your safety.

"How come asking me this?" You asked confused.

"I was talking to the boys about it, I needed some advice. Will you sue him?" He asked.

"I don't know, Roger. I don't think he'll appear again. Not after what happened. I guess he knows we are starting over." You explained.

"But what if he appears?" He asked.

"Don't panic me, please. I don't want to work in fear."  Now that Roger gave you a reason to be scared, it wouldn't leave your mind that R/N would come again to hurt you. He has shown some red flag signs at the time but you never really paid attention because they weren't a big deal.

"I just care about you, y/n. I want to feel sure that you're not getting hurt or approached by him." His voice lowered but his head was thinking many things.

"Nothing to worry about. I'm happy that you called." You changed the subject trying to talk about something else.

"Um, y/n?" He asked while playing with phone's wire.

"Yeah?" You playfully asked while opening clients' folders to verify their deposits.

"I was thinking if you'd like us to go for dinner tonight, as a family." He finally said kicking out his stress.

"That would be great!" Your eyes got wide opened. You liked the idea.

"Perfect. We'll talk about the details when we get home. I mean, at my place." He clarified.

"Sure. Do you think I should move out?" You asked.

"Yes, come where you were staying first. At my house. I'll help you with that." He offered his help which you couldn't deny.

"Nice then." You said. "Y/n, can you sign these client's papers, please?" A female voice was heard from the back.

"Should I hang up?" Roger asked.

"Yes, we'll talk later! Bye!" You were rushing to hang up.

"Love y-" you hung up and left Roger wondering if you heard his last words. "You." He ended it, being sure now that you didn't hear that. "How did it go?" Roger asked Fred.

"Better than I thought." Freddie giggled.

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Recordings today, finished earlier than expected, Queen brainstormed more than usual, making some good progress. They were free to go.

"Should we go to the pub downtown?" Brian asked.

"Sure, I haven't planned anything," Freddie answered and John nodded.

"Roger?" Brian turned to the drummer.

"Go and I'll catch up with you." He smiled and they all left the studio.

Roger was on his way to the bank you work. He parked at the opposite corner waiting for you to finish your work. He wanted you to join him and the rest members at the pub, like the old times. But an unpleasant surprise gave him all the negative vibes he had gathered for a long time. It was R/N who was suspiciously walking towards the bank. Roger knew something was wrong. He carefully checked the road before crossing it.

You were ready to leave, said bye to your colleagues and at the entrance door, the man you used to date for a short period of time stood at your sight.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" You asked trying to remain calm.

"What do you mean what am I doing here?" He let out an evil smile. "I'm here to pay my fucking bills." He was ironic. He didn't mean it literally.

"We're over, R/N. Deal with it." You had to remain quiet and calm. You work there. Gazes started to turn to you two, making you feel embarrassed. You attempted to walk away but his hand stopped you. He was holding a newspaper photo; probably from The Sun, it was Roger and you in it. Oh shit, here we go again you thought. The press smelled gossip.

"You ran to your rock star husband? Wasn't I enough?" He shouted pointing out the photo. It was you and Roger five years ago, exiting a club in the city, but the title caught your attention: Roger Taylor and y/n  y/f/n spotted together after divorce!

"Stop shouting, I work here!" You warned him to stay quiet but he wouldn't. He was risking your job permanent position.

"You don't need to work when your rich husband can give you a luxurious life!" He mocked you and now he pointed to Roger, ready to read the article out loud. "Queen's drummer Roger Taylor was recently reported sharing a not-only-steamy kiss with his ex-wife but a steamy night at his place in West London" Clients and colleagues turned around and saw you standing there fully ashamed and embarrassed. Of course, they knew who you were married to. You really wanted to die. You couldn't handle the situation. "You want me to continue?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"Fuck off." You whispered close to his face and he seemed to enjoy it.

"I think I'm the one who should have said this." He raised his brow. This man is a pure toxic thing. "You take cocks like they're dinner or something, is that your talent?" His voice was louder than expected and all you could do was slap him. That sound was probably heard to the restroom inside. He was pushing the limits and your boss came out of his office, staring at you shocked.

"Mrs Taylor I think you should discuss your personal issues somewhere more private, don't you think?" His voice was strict and you thought that being fired is the most possible scenario.

"Yes, of course, have a nice evening." You tried to walk fastly out of the bank but a gentle hand stopped you. You looked who it was and it was Roger.

"She's not Mrs Taylor. Not yet." Roger defended your place, with R/N, your boss, your colleagues and the clients standing there with their mouths wide open. "Boss, how on earth do you let your employees be disrespected like that?" Roger came closer to him but you tried to stop him. "That asshole right there disrespected your employee and you did nothing!"

"Roger, please stop, I'll lose my job, fucking stop!" You tried to pull him back but he wouldn't do it. "Stop!" You yelled and then he stopped and looked at you.

"I'm trying to defend you." He whispered at your face, he noticed how upset you looked.

"Please. Everyone's looking at us. Let's get out of here." Your eyes begged him to leave as soon as possible.

"And what about this asshole?" Roger pointed out R/N.

"He can't do anything, let's go, please." You wrapped your hands around his arms, not letting go. You walked out of the bank and the man followed you. Oh, shit.

You were walking towards your cars, but R/N wouldn't leave like that, without provoking Roger. He would lose temper in any second.

"According to the musician's neighbours, the previous night was like some Queen concert. Really loud." He was reading out loud the article and Roger looked at him with his one and only death stare.

"Roger please, let's go, don't give him the satisfaction, he's trying to make you lose temper! Don't hit him!" You stopped him. Now people from the bank and pedestrians would whether at Roger and you or R/N.

"What would y/n 's  y/f/n  current partner say about today's hot issue? Can't wait to see more! This couple is so promising. Whether married or not, they never fail to excite us!" He laughed after reading the article. "They paid me thousands for this article. What do you think?" He asked.

"What?" You asked shocked.

"I'm a journalist, you knew that. But I'm also a jealous and a possessive mate, I don't like my partners to fuck around." He came closer to you. He was threatening. Roger would kill him at any second.

"But you hit me. You weren't violent, you despised that." You answered.

"I surely despise violence. But violence brings violence. You betrayed my trust." He yelled.

"That wasn't a reason to hit her!" Roger yelled back.

Paps noticed the drama and clicks were already heard. You were about to be on headlines tomorrow morning.

"But you fucked her! Aren't your groupies enough?" R/N shouted.

"Shut the fuck up! They're taking photos of us and they'll have us on headlines tomorrow, I don't want that!" You pushed him but he wasn't playing.

He was about to push you back but Roger protected you, standing in front of you and getting on hands with R/N.

Three policemen noticed the tense and ran through your place. "What's going on here?" One of them asked.

"He's a random man saying weird things, he won't let us leave!" Roger lied.

"He fucks my wife!" R/n lied back.

"What the hell, you're not my husband!" Your life was such a drama right now, you wanted to go home and hide under your pillows.

"Enough sir, we'll have to keep you at the police station today. You caused enough trouble today. Let the celebrity man with his wife go to the court." The policeman was aware of yours and Roger's status. Roger's fame probably saved your asses for now; Not including your boss firing you the next day, though.

"Um, are you alright?" You asked while hugging Roger.

"Yes. You?" He pulled away to check on you.

"Kinda..." you were feeling upset. You just had to play it cool.

"Listen, the boys are waiting for us at the pub we met, mind joining us?" He whispered at your ear, not wanting the paps to hear you.

"I think I'll need a drink to calm down." You nodded.

"Alright, get on your car and follow me, we'll have to get rid of everyone. They'll follow us." He kissed your lips and that was the second the clicks were heard the most.

Roger smiled at the cameras, acting as if nothing happened and finally drove off.

[bobblewonka]

My best friend’s brother - Ben Solo

warnings: NSFW (just a little)

Pd. I am new to this and English is in fact not my language so I am sorry if the story has some errors

Summary: Modern Ben Solo 

Rey and you have been being best friends since you two were 8 yo, now at the wonderful 22 years old that magic friendship was still there.

Their relationship had ups and downs like any other, but even so they were always there for each other, you knew how difficult it had been for Rey to have to spend so many years in orphanages until she finally arrived at the house of the family Solo.

Rey had been adopted by Han and Leia Solo at age of 7, they were a beautiful family, they and their other adoptive brother, Ben Solo, the difference was that this was a biological son, but nevertheless, that never made a difference, they loved both equally and the treatment was no different.

Ben Solo, what could you say about Ben? Well, today, 28 years old, tall, dark, serious, irritable, super smart and fucking handsome.

So to deny it, the guy was a character, with a personality and always arguing with his parents, anyways, your secret crush for your best friend's brother is point and apart and it did not go from being a Platonic love until now.

As a good friends you and Rey spend yours summer vacations together, you actually used to spend more time in Rey's house than in yours. You two had sleepovers, sometimes baked cakes, talk about boys, swim in the pool and whatever you could do at the moment. Ben’s presence was irrelevant in their activities.

Sometimes you could understand Ben a little, most of the things were about Rey and their parents dont used to ask a lot about him and too is the fact that Ben was a marine, you couldn't know what things he had to do in that time, he looks overwhelmed most of the time and no one seems to notice, well maybe his uncle Luke but that men was strange or maybe his personality was just like that. A good thing? Rey's parents were out for the weekend so as if you two were teens decide to get drunk in Rey's room while trying ridiculous outfits, eating pizza and talking about bullshit.

“So, there's this guy called Finn in my calculus class and he's asking me to hang out, I mean he's cute and funny and weird but I'm pretty sure he wants something formal and I don't want that” Rey started to say.

“Wow, a guy who respects you and wants to treat you like the real lady you are with good intentions and you...don't want him, for that?” you ask laughing

“Is not that”

“You know what is that? you are afraid” you told Rey.

“Of what?

”

“Idk, maybe love or some bullshit like that”

“Maybe I am, but you are too.Why don't you date with any guy?”she strikes back.

“I just don't like them, they still...too young and dumb and they just want sex” you answered.

“Wasn't that supposed to be the good thing?” she asked.

“I am not ready to lost my virginity with a supit guy that dont know how to please a woman, they just care about their own please” you said biting your lip.

“Well that's true, but the day that you lose your virginity I will give you a cake, “A new achievement unlocked” will be the catchword” she said laughing.

You laugh too, but no too much. Why? well guess who have been dating and having sex with her best friend's brother, yeah, that's you.

Apparently spend the last 14 years of your life with Rey seeing Ben too in that time made him be interested in you for a long time till the night Ben took you to your home at the beginning of summer because was late and you ended kissing for an hour in the car. You feel bad about it, Rey was your best friend and date with her brother could be weird for the 3 of you, maybe Rey might be angry with you and she wouldn't want to see you anymore or she could make you break up with Ben and you didn't want that, you love Ben and enjoy spend time with him but you love Rey too as the person who was ever with you, was a hard situation.

The night ended with Rey vomiting in the toilet.

“Don't let me drink again please” she said while you were holding her hair.

“I won’t” you said.

“And the next time don't let me send a message to Finn saying that I really really really want to have sex with him and be boyfriend and girlfriend but just is that I'm so afraid of what could happen” she continued.

“You did what?!”

She just lay on the bathroom floor letting out a groan.

“C'mon you don't want to sleep there, get up let's go to your bed” you said to her trying to lift her but she was already asleep so you decided to cover her with a towel and then you left the bathroom.

 Walking to Rey’s room to sleep you thought about it, Rey was so asleep and she wouldn't probably awake till the next morning so why don't visit Ben's room for a moment? And that moment become in the entire night, both of you ended cuddling naked in Ben's bed. You dont thought much about it, you were a little bit drunk so who cares?

“Good morning sunshine” you could hear but you still so sleepy that you just started to move your legs.

“Can't you wake up darling?” you could hear the voice of Ben, damn his sleepy morning voice was music for you.

You moved lying in his chest leaving kisses in all this.

“You had fun yesterday?” he asked similing.

“I was a lil drunk shut up” was the only thing you could said.

“Its 7 am, we should get dressed”he said hugging you.

“I have a better idea” you said starting to kissing him passionately.

At that moment Rey wake up with a horrible hangover on the bathroom floor so she try to get up but she can't, so, she decided to crawl to her room.

When she was crawling to her room, in the middle of the way she heard a strange sound in her brother's room,then she went to there and opened the door.

Well, she shouldn't have done that, all she saw was her brother lying in his bed with her best friend next to him kissing his neck and giving him a handjob (under the covers clearly) .

“what is happening here?” Rey screams making her notice in the room.

y/n and Ben stop immediately covering them with the blankets.

“What are you doing here? stop watching” Ben said angry.

“Rey” you just said looking at her.

“That's a lot to process” she said looking at the floor “I think now I have to buy you that cake”

[ghostbustermelanieking]

voyage to norfolk

set about a year and a half after msiv.

They drive to Norfolk in the late days of September, Mulder and Scully and their infant daughter and their grown son. Jackson is eighteen, a legal adult. He's staying in the spare room that they've slowly began converting to his. He restarted his junior year of high school a few weeks ago. Lily is nine months, expected to start walking any day now. She giggles and kicks her legs like a swimmer in her car seat, chews on one of her toys joyfully. She loves being in the car. (“Just like her dad,” Scully has said on occasion. It makes Jackson uncomfortable and he can't explain why. Maybe he doesn't want them to start listing traits he's inherited from them, even though he could make that list, easily.)

Jackson, Mulder, and Scully rotate between the driver's seat even though it's only a three hour drive. Jackson drives with a carefulness that surprises them, he can tell. (Mulder says it's because he inherited his driving skills instead of Scully. Scully privately thinks that it's because of Lily, and she would be right. He is overly careful when he spends time with his sister because he can't bear the thought of hurting anyone else. He's damaged too many people to do anything to this kid.) Mostly, Jackson just likes to drive. There's a peacefulness to being behind the wheel that he enjoys. Mulder usually sits up front with him, bickering companionably with him or offering unasked-for stories about cryptids he's encountered in the area that Jackson secretly loves. Scully sits in the backseat most of the time, quiet, playing with the baby, but he knows she is listening, enjoys listening. She bickers companionably with Mulder, too, as Jackson suspects they will someday bicker with the kid. They seem to be a companionable bickering type. (Mulder loves to bicker with him, but Scully treads carefully, an unshed habit except for when it's things like school or eating healthy or leaving for days and not calling. She seems to feel guilty about more.)

When they drive past the coast, Jackson is filled with a certain nostalgia. He misses the beach, he misses home, he misses his parents. He drives past the ocean with a lump building in his throat. Let me give you the tour, he thinks bitingly, flipping on his turn signal. Here's where my grandfather tried to kill me and here's where he sent the men to kill my parents. Here's where I caused a car crash just because to see if I could. And here is where my girlfriends almost killed each other because of me. He doesn't know why he wanted to come back here.

They go to the cemetery first. Jackson parks at the edge of the bright green lawn, pauses for a moment in the front seat with his hands clenched around the wheel. He can't do this. He hasn't seen his parents since last Christmas, freezing and shivering in the graveyard as rain pounded the ground and tears dripped down his face. He hadn't worn a coat and he tried to hear his mother's scolding in the back of his head. When Sarah had broken up with him and Bri hadn't ever texted back, he hadn't been able to ask anyone to come and check on their graves. He could've asked his old friends, he supposes, and some of them probably would've come, but it was somehow harder to face them than Bri or Sarah. (Not that it would've been any easier to face them. He was a fucking idiot, here in Norfolk, and now he guesses it's time to be a fucking idiot in Farrs Corner. But a different kind. The normal kind. One that doesn't leave anyone dead.)

“Want us to go with you?” Mulder asks gently from beside him, and it's only then that Jackson realizes that he hasn't moved in several long minutes. Hands gripping the wheel too hard.

Scully is watching from the back, Lily fussing against her shoulder. “We'd be glad to,” she offers.

Jackson shakes his head, his jaw tight. “No,” he says. Bringing them there would be like a betrayal, he thinks. Like spitting on their graves.

He climbs out of the car, pausing only to retrieve the bouquets of flowers from the trunk. He's halfway towards the plot where his parents are buried when he turns around, coming back to the car. He doesn't know why he wants to do this, but for whatever reason, he does. He doesn't want to go alone and if he can't ask Mulder and Scully to go with him, maybe he can ask something else. He opens the backseat and asks Scully in a low voice, “Can I take her?” Some part of him inside, some younger part who used to be excited for his parents to meet his friends, to see the two worlds meet, wants them to meet his sister. He can't explain it, but he does. And taking the kid, even if she'll have no idea what's going on, is better than going alone.

Scully hesitates for only a minute, brief surprise flickering over her face, before nodding and lifting Lily out of the seat. Jackson takes her in the crook of one arm, juggling her between the bouquets. Lily giggles, tugging on Jackson's overlong hair in a soggy fist. He grimaces affectionately at the kid; time for a haircut, probably. He bounces Lily once on his hip. And then he sets off again, the roses (his dad's favorite, what he always gave his mom on their anniversary) tickling his nose and the kid yanking alternately on his hair or earlobe like she's on an amusement park ride and feels she needs to hold on.

At their graves (the words loom large in his mind, like they're bolded and capitalized; he can't get away from them), he mutters in the baby's ear, “These are my parents, Lils. I'm visiting my other mom and dad.” Only, a part of his mind insists; it feels traitorous to acknowledge Mulder and Scully as the other. They gave him up, gave up their rights to that. But. They love him, and Lils, and he is the kid's brother. Unquestionably. He has been the kid's brother since he held her for the first time, since he sensed her presence in the back of his mind, the most trusting that anyone has ever been around him, and he'd thought, I need to make sure that what happened to me never happens to her. He can't be her brother and not be Mulder and Scully's son, even if he will never be the son they want him to be. And Mulder and Scully love Lils and him both. They've given him a bedroom, food, clothes, a life. Despite everything that's happened, all the lying and the seizures and the faked deaths and the manipulations. So. They are the other parents. He has no choice.

He feels the need to crouch on the ground before his parents’ graves and beg forgiveness.

He sets Lily on the ground and kneels by his parents gravestones, lying the roses on the ground. Presses his palm against one of them, traces his mother's name with his thumb. “I'm sorry, Mom,” he whispers. “Dad. I'm so, so sorry.” He's said that every time he's come here, and it still isn't enough. Maybe he'll still be saying it twenty years from now.

Lily gurgles cheerfully, yanking up grass in her fists. Jackson wipes tears from his face. He wants to curl up between their graves, the way he used to lie between them in bed when he was little. He wants to be small again, if only because they'd still be alive.  

He sits down on the grass, cross-legged, and stays with his parents for a few minutes. He doesn't talk because he doesn't know what to say, but he thinks that might be okay. They'd always been okay with sitting in silence. He hopes they understand.

When he is ready to leave, he scoops up Lily and whispers to his parents, “I'm safe. I'm okay. I miss you so much. I'm sorry.” The most vulnerable he'll let himself be. He wipes his face again.

“Gaaaaah,” says Lily, very seriously, like a little mini Scully. She's got that stern look in her face, the icy blue eyes that manage to be warm and steely all at the same time; it's kind of creepy. But the kid's Mini Scully Impression still seems sincere, somehow, like she's trying to express her care. Jackson waves goodbye to his parents before walking back to the car, letting the kid grip his t-shirt and smear it with grass stains all the way there.

Mulder and Scully are waiting outside, watching him carefully. They've knocked down most of the awkward walls and bounds between them (they even ground him now, go fucking figure, isn't he supposed to be an adult at this age?), but this is an area they all tread carefully around. The subject of his Other Parents. The only ones he's ever known.

When he suggested this trip, they'd both agreed without question. Don't want to cross that line, or maybe they wanted a real family vacation, no matter how fucked up. Whatever the reason, they're here now.

Mulder lifts Lily out of Jackson's arms instinctively, watching him carefully. Lily presses her tiny hands to his face and says, “Ahhh-guh-guh.”

“Yes,” Jackson replies, deadpan. He's remembering when he was five and he begged and pleaded for a little brother or sister. They'd tried to adopt a little girl but it'd fallen through. He wonders if it would've been like this. “Ahhh-guh-guh, Lils. Very observant.”

“You okay, Jackson?” Scully asks, a hand going to his back. “I know this has to be hard for you.”

“Yeah, I'm…” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm fine,” he says, but his voice cracks. He looks down at the ground, tears blurring his eyes. They buried his grandmother in this graveyard. He never thought they'd…

Scully steps forward like she can hear his thoughts—and that's right, she can—and wraps her arms around him. He doesn't wriggle away like he might have a year ago. He lets her hug him. He might hug her back. Mulder reaches out with his Lily-free hand and squeezes his shoulder.

As of yesterday, it's been two years since his parents died. Two years since Scully stood over his not-dead body and tearfully apologized to him again and again. They've come a long way since then.

---

He wonders sometimes if his parents would disapprove of what he's doing now. Living with his birth parents after everything that happened, everything he did. He would've gone somewhere else but there was nowhere else to go. He didn't have other relatives, anyone else to live with. He likes to think they'd want him to be safe, no matter who it's with, but his birth parents were the subject of several arguments, several tension-filled moments between the three of them. He wonders if they'd be upset, him living almost constantly with his birth parents and a new baby sister. His chest stings at the thought of it. He never wants to disappoint them again. They died because of him, it was his fault.

But that night in the hotel, lying in the room that he has to himself (that's Mulder and Scully catering to him, or maybe one grumpy kid is enough) and listening to Lily wail through the wall, he dimly remembers a conversation he had with his mom once. At six, he'd been angry and sullen, demanding to know why his birth parents had given them up, storming around his room and kicking toes over in a prepubescent rage. “Well, maybe they couldn't take care of you,” his mom had said gently. “And they knew that you would've had a much better life with us than with them.”

He'd pouted, flopping down on the couch with his arms crossed. “Then they must be pretty bad people then,” he said angrily. “If they couldn't have taken care of me.”

His mom went quiet, uncertain. She sat down beside him and pulled him onto her lap. “Baby, they must’ve been pretty good people if they could make you.”

Jackson swallows, rolling onto his side. He doesn't know what to say, how to apologize. But he has to believe that they'd be okay with it. He has to. His parents would want him to be safe and secure and happy, wouldn't they. And he doesn't know if he is that. Happy. But he likes to think he will be, someday. When he gets some space. When he starts over. And it's not as if it's a fleeting emotion—there are times when he's been sort of happy, with his new friends he's made in Farrs Corner at the job he'd insisted on getting or prowling the woods with the dog or at the dinner table with Mulder and Scully and the kid, when he finds himself reflexively laughing and realizes that he isn't trying to care about these people. (He doesn't have to try. It's hard, sometimes, but it isn't forced. Not anymore.)

In the morning, he goes down for breakfast and finds Mulder and Scully at a table, Scully with a plate of fruit and a bowl of oatmeal, Mulder eating a sticky hotel lobby waffle. Lily is dozing fitfully on his shoulder with a pacifier drooping from her mouth. “Hi, Jackson,” says Scully. “How'd you sleep?”

“Fine,” he says, sitting down across from them and resisting the urge to add, Better than you; he may not have actively heard Lily crying half the night, but he can sense the exhaustion emnating from all three of them. “Hi, Mulder,” he adds. “Hi, kiddo.”

Lily blinks sleepily at him, as grouchy as he's seen Scully on any given morning after a late night at the hospital. “Lils is a little grouchy this morning,” Mulder says affectionately, cupping the back of her head. (Surprisingly chipper for a guy who barely slept. “Insomniacs fare better with a new baby,” Scully had said tensely over a cup of coffee about six months ago. “Too bad Mulder wasn't around when you were a baby.”) “Meanwhile, your mother's headed that way. Those new kids Skinner assigned to the X-Files are stuck on a case, and they want our expertise.”

Scully's already rolling her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee; Headed? Jackson hears against his skull, prickly and annoyed, but more good-natured than six months ago. She reaches up to where Lily is and lets the baby curl her hand around her finger. “What case, Mulder?” she says in the soft voice she reserves for when The Baby Is Sleeping. “There is no case. They're stuck because there is nothing to find.”

Jackson raises his eyebrows, settling into his chair. He's heard this argument before and knows how to chime in. “Okay, fine,” he says. “What is it? I'll give my input and help you out.”

Mulder—usually the receiver of Jackson's inevitable support—grins. Scully mutters something about not knowing how much actual help he provides. So more or less a normal breakfast.

---

Jackson takes Mulder, Scully, and Lils to a restaurant that he describes fondly, remembers fondly. He'd spent half of his afternoons here, the night after he went to prom with Bri and her friends, dinner after dinner with his parents. He tells them a story of having his seventh birthday party here, laughing so hard that soda spills all over his shirt as he describes one of his friends trying to start a food fight with handfuls of his birthday cake. Mulder and Scully listen, Scully bouncing Lils on her knee. Jackson can tell that this is a little hard for them to hear, but they pretend well, listen attentively. They do care; they've asked him about the missing years a lot, want to know about him. He's been the same way, asking more and more questions as the months stretched on. He wanted to know her better, he'd told her two years ago. And now he does.

Across the restaurant, Mulder nudges Scully and points out someone that looks like Brianna. (They're probably trying to be subtle, but it doesn't work; Jackson doesn't know how Mulder managed to hide out for six years without getting caught.) Bri is watching them with a strange look on her face, like she might want to come over and talk to Jackson. Jackson pretends not to see her. It's been two years and he likes to think he's matured a little (even if not much). Lily smears Scully's food all over her face when she's not looking, and Jackson laughs as hard as anyone.

He takes them to the old playground he remembers from his childhood and pushes Lils on the baby swings. He goes to his old schools and looks around, tries to remember being a kid again. Mulder and Scully go with them, their eyes starry like they are trying to imagine themselves in this life. They go to his house, where someone else is living now, and he is unable to go to the door and knock. He wonders how many people in this town still think he is a murderer.

Mulder tousles his hair before wrapping his arm around Jackson's skinny shoulders. Scully holds Lily with one arm, but her other hand is on his wrist. They stand together for a moment and look at the house. The lights are off, no car in the driveway, but Jackson won't break in. He wants to, but he won't.

They go to the beach, a private spot that he loves. Mulder has inflatable water wings on Lily even though Scully won't let him take her any further than the shoreline. Jackson wades in up to his ankles, lets the saltwater lap over his feet. Behind him, he can hear Lily's laughter, can feel her happiness in the back of his mind. He smiles thinly. He hopes Lils will have a happy life, a good childhood. Better than him. And he thinks Mulder and Scully will be able to give her that. After all, there's no

Scully steps up beside him, her face turned towards the horizon. “You know we grew up on the coast too, right?” she says, her hand raised up to her eyes to shield it from the sun. Her hair is whipped wildly around her face in the wind. “Mulder in Martha's Vineyard. Me in San Diego.”

“Yeah, I think you mentioned that,” Jackson says. The wind is mussing his hair too, blowing it tangly. He really needs a haircut. He'll mention it sometime next week.

Scully smiles dimly, wiping her hands on her shirt. “I enjoyed seeing where you grew up,” she says, and means it; he knows she wants to know the kind of life he had without her. “It's a beautiful town.”

He swallows. He knows this trip couldn't have been easy, especially considering everything they'd gone through in Norfolk. “It is, yeah,” he says. He swallows again, his mouth dry. “I kind of… miss this place sometimes,” he says, and means something else. His parents’ graves on the bright green lawn. Maybe he'll come back at Christmas again. Maybe he'll call his friends tonight and see if they want to go out tonight. (But not to his old hangouts, the Chimera or the sugar factory; those are forever ruined.)

Scully rubs his back, the two of them looking to the horizon. “I know,” she says softly. And she does. The three of them, Mulder and Scully and him, understand loss better than anything. It's a shared language, one that he hopes Lils will not have to learn for a long, long time.

They don't turn until they hear Mulder's panicked, “Lily!” and the kid's delighted squeals. Jackson whirls, stumbling on the sand, in time to see Lily stumbling away from the water where she'd been balancing holding onto Mulder's hand. She takes a few wobbly steps before landing on the sand on her hands and knees. Mulder swoops in and scoops her up as if to comfort her, but the kid is laughing with delight. Scully is at their side in a second, kissing the top of Lily's head, an arm wrapped around Mulder's waist.

Jackson smirks; that kid knows exactly how to get everyone's attention. She's already spotted him over her (their) mother's shoulder. She waves her arms wildly as if motioning him over, giving him an insistent look. The feeling she's transmitting has no actual words, but if it did, it'd probably be something like, Get the hell over here, asshole, this is my moment.

Jackson goes, the waves crashing over his feet as he joins his sister and his other parents on the beach.