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Fred Weasley would definitely end up with a random slytherin girl that he always used to fight with in hogwarts, and I think that's beautiful
#fred weasley you sexy mf#speacially if she is a black#fred weasley#harry potter#harry potter hc#fred weasley imagines#george weasley#charlie weasley#bill weasley#lily evans#james potter#marauders#remus lupin#sirius black#harry potter incorrect quotes
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I saw an edit in yt and it kinda get me a idea which i think would be good for a speacial and i just honestly wanna share it
So what if they make an speacial where Cupid will gonna do an opposite on what she usually do (she was curse maybe?) And she will do whatever it takes to break couples up or like make them hate each other and the only way to break is for her to be shot by a love arrow with the one she love? Which will be Dexter And the one that will shoot her is Raven because she's the one who need to put a spell on the arrow (yes I know Raven will be heartbroken but just maybe) and ig they had their ending with Cupid fixing everything thag she made when she was curse BUT because Raven is the one that shot the arrow thru Cupid and Dexter heart It won't be fix so We will have another special for where like a prophecy of maybe a two lovers that will save the whole ever after land so the 3 most very popular couple did try (idk Daring Rossabella,Ashlyn,Hunter,Cupid and Dexter) but then almost all of them isn't that connected so a few tries until almost all finally have done it but the ever after has become Black and white while the magic has been fading more and more every minute Everyone was losing hope already then Cupid suddenly saw Raven How her eyes was full of sorrow just like The Evil Queen Eyes when she saw snow white her eyes is full of anger Cupid telm this to blondie,ashlyn,darling and apple which then one of them said "But the only reason the Evil Queen hates snow is because Snow is the Fairest from now on" then that's where Cupid will Realize Raven is just like her mother They don't say their problems aloud they mostly kept it inside them and show them the other way but Raven show it by avoiding her and Dexter,then Cupid Realize that the prophecy is written about a dark heart that was misunderstood that people can't see the gold that was hidden in this heart and the one that love that heart yet it become confuse Cupid knows that it was Dexter and Raven who need to do it for they trust one another not like how they trust others she felt lonely yet she know what she had to do and then maybe we will get a kissing scene of dexven idk im bored ig but ye this is just an idea
I might make this as a fanfic idk im still not quite sure im having a big writer block and it's a very long story if u ask me soo probably when i have free time i guess welp if you want you can make it an fanfic message me ig and i will probably help or give u more idea btw no hate to any characters here I'm sorry if it seems I'm insulting a character
#ever after high#eah#raven queen#dexter charming#apple white#daring charming#ca cupid#darling charming#ashlynn ella#rosabella beauty#dexven#dexpid?#Movie Idea#fan fic stuff#fan fic ideas#dexter charming × raven queen#dexter x raven#eah fanfic#bring back ever after high#no hate
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Invader Zim AU: Arc 3
Speacial thanks to @l-ii-zz for being the inspiration behind this AU.
ARC 3
A year and a half had went by ever since Gaz rescued Zim and her family, and things were going well, until both Irk and Earth were witnesses to different looking Florpus holes, where nightmarish creatures from another universe attack the planets, in an attempt to control whoever they can find in order to expand their army. The army that lands and attacks Earth find and hunt GIR, for he contains something that can help them with their endgame goals. Taking notice of this, Zim was able to get GIR before he was captured and are forced to escape the planet via a recently rebuilt and upgraded Voot Cruiser in order to avoid being caught. They have trouble getting the ship into the air, until Dib risks his life to get it to launch up into space. All Zim could while he head up to the stratosphere was watch in horror as Dib and his family get surrounded by the nightmarish creatures.
During his time in space, Zim’s fear of being alone begins to grow, and the thought of losing GIR, the primary target for the creatures, to the aforementioned hunters, just made it worse. They eventually land and make camp on a planet with no life. During that time, Zim upgraded GIR and set up security measures in order to make sure that the little SIR unit wouldn’t get caught.
Meanwhile, Earth is taken over by the creatures’ leader, Nightmary, while Irk is taken control by her second in command, Dr. Brainmangle. On Earth, the Membrane family, including Dib, who had survived being surrounded the day Zim fled to space, are the leaders of an entire town-sized resistance, while back on Irk, Purple and Tak lead an underground resistance, formed from the Irkens and SIR units who escaped Brainmangle’s control. They each decide to send the people willingly brave enough to head to space and find and bring Zim and GIR back. The candidates were Dib, back on Earth, and Skoodge and Tenn on Irk, as they headed off to space.
2 weeks and a half have passed since Zim and GIR landed on the lifeless planet, and things were going well, until humans and irkens, all under the control of Nightmary and Brainmangle, try to attack the duo, to which they fail, as all they could do was watch them escape. Enraged, Nightmary summons a black portal, sucking the Voot Cruiser in. She eventually does the same to Dib, Skoodge and Tenn half a day later.
Waking up in a black void, Zim and GIR get separated by force, with both ending up in emotionally painful situations. While Zim fights off his fears and repressed emotional negativity come to life, GIR is chased down by repressed memories of his creation, alongside the awoken and vengeful consciousness of all the other SIR unit models he was improperly built on, also come to life. And while GIR shuts down thanks to this trauma and is taken, Zim escapes, yet is face-to-face with Nightmary, who reveals herself to not only be a female incarnation of Dib, but also to be an evil, powerful, growing entity, made out of all the negativity Dib, his family, and others them and Zim know and have met, moved on from, and reveals that she had destroyed GIR with his trauma, putting Zim in distraught agony, as he failed to save his SIR unit as the two fall into a mystical prison.
Just as that ended, Dib, Skoodge and Tenn end up crash-landing into the void. After meeting each other, they each explain what was happening on their planets and start searching for Zim and GIR. They eventually separate from each other. Skoodge and Tenn end up facing Dr. Brainmangle, who traps the two in facing their own fears.
Meanwhile, Dib finds Zim and GIR in their prison cell. Seeing Zim in the same position he had on the day he was depressed months after he discovered that he was an Irken the whole time, Dib was able to sympathize with the Irken and encourage him, which worked. But after freeing Zim and repairing and reactivating GIR, Dib is confronted by Nightmary, and is nearly consumed by fear, until he reminds himself of how much he moved on from the emotional baggage within him, which, much to his surprise, gave him enough strength in order to counter Nightmary’s power, who tries, yet fails to trap the trio in a fit of rage, as she watches them escape.
Using this discovery to his advantage, Dib, alongside Zim and GIR, were able to help Skoodge and Tenn face their fears. But as those two escape, he and the rest face off against Brainmangle, who proudly reveals himself to be the nightmarish counterpart to his father, taking on the exact appearance he’d witnessed from his nightmare at the psychiatrist he went to back then, but with some additions here and there. Dib hesitates, but Zim manages to help him, which ends up with the death of the mad doctor. Reaching Skoodge and Tenn, the trio repair the Voot Cruiser and escape the black void, with the other two irkens following alongside them, flying towards a freed Irk, which was nearby.
Their victory was short-lived, however, as Nightmary, mad with rage, summons her entire army and personally appears, revealing her true from. All seemed lost, until Membrane and Gaz, alongside their army, appear and join the Irken army.
A giant war-like space battle had begun. Both sides couldn’t take advantage of each other at first, until Nightmary unleashes her latest and most dangerous creation yet: a 4-armed Irken/human hybrid gunner/warrior named Zib.
Zib was a force to be reckoned with, as he shot down and defeated many ships and fighters single-handed. He was also feared by his control over his pet: a monstrous, demonic creature that took the form of Gaz, more specifically, her appearance from Dib’s psychiatrist nightmare, much to the aforementioned sister’s shock, rage and dismay. When it attacks Zim, Dib and Membrane, it was unstoppable, until Gaz stepped in, killing it in a fit of rage for what it was doing to her family and friend.
After that, Membrane and Gaz stay behind in order to fight Zib, while Zim and Dib face off against Nightmary. It appeared that our heroes were about to lose, as Nightmary had the upper hand, especially with how she handled Gaz and Membrane shortly after they defeated and killed Zib. But her prey were able to use what Dib and Zim learned from the black void in order to defeat and kill Nightmary once and for all, giving the humans and irkens victory at long last, as the nightmarish creatures all turned to dust, alongside their dimension, free those from their control.
After a month, Earth and Irk establish peace with each other and everything was peaceful, especially for Zim, Dib and his family at their end.
And that's it. Thanks for reading.
#invader zim au#invader zim#gir invader zim#irken dib#dib membrane#gaz membrane#irken gaz#prof membrane#irken membrane#skoodge#iz tenn#zib iz#zib#iz zim#original story#storytelling#au
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AOT characters and their quirks
Note: I apologize for some unoriginal quirks, and yes I got some from Pokemon. I also added two of my ocs here. Please tell me your thoughts.
Name: Eren Jeager
Hero Name:Titan
Title/Alias: The Giant Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Nationality: German
Ranking : Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Eren wears a white shirt with a black harness around his body, black elbow guards, black military pants and black combat boots.
Quirk: Titan
Character Strengths: He can grow into 15 m tall and possess a type of hardening ability. His original body is safe in his titan's neck.
Character Weaknesses: Can only turn into a titan in open space.
Super moves:
Meateor Assasult
Storm Throw
Thunderous Kick
Rock Tomb
Colossal Rampage
Name: Mikasa Ackerman
Hero Name: Athena
Title/Alias: The Relentless Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Nationality: Japanese and American
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paridis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Mikasa wears a black full bodysuit with red designs on the arms and legs, black armor on her chest and red knee and elbow pads, and a pair of black combat boots. She still wears her scarf.
Equipment/Weapons: Mikasa wears a utility belt filled with first aid, and medication.
Quirk: Super Soldier
Character Strengths: Mikasa has a supernatural condition and can absorb any weapon she touches.
Character Weaknesses: She has to master the said weapon, and can only use six a time. If she equips a new one she has to remove a previous one from her body.
Super moves:
Steel Surge
Locked n Loaded
Dance of my Swords
Queen's Sheild
Multi Weapon
Name: Armin Arlet
Hero Name: Sixth Sense
Title/Alias: The Esper Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Nationality: English
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Armin wears an oxford blue half sleeve jacket with with a silver chest plate, gray elbow pads and wrist guards. Warm gray pants and knee pads and gray boots with a dark blue lining on he tip.
Equipment/Weapons: He carries a silver staff, and a utility belt fill with medication and first aid.
Quirk: Mindstorm
Character Strengths: Combination of telekinesis, telepathy and illusion control
Character Weaknesses: Require intense amounts of concentration, focus, and mental effort to use properly. He can only listen to thought of others one a a time anymore will cause serious headaches.
Super moves:
Psyche Out
Wonder Room
Shattered Psyche
Unknown Reality
Mental Breakdown
Name: Annie Leonhardt
Hero Name: Cutthroat
Title/Alias: The Crystal Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Nationality: Russina
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High. 1-A
Hero Costume: Annie wears a navy blue sleeveless top with a silver chest plate, black combat shorts and black boots. Black elbow and knee pads, and black fingerless gloves.
Equipment/Weapons: She wears a utility belt filled with snacks, and first aid and medication.
Quirk: Crystallises
Character Strengths: She has ability to crystallize parts of her body and summon crystals.
Character Weaknesses: If she summons too much crystals her body will start to bleed.
Super moves:
Crystal Storm
Quartz Heart Attack
Crystal Gautlets
Cutthroat
Crystal Armor
Diamond Typhoon
Name: Reiner Braun
Hero Name: Ironhide
Title/Alias: The Iron Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Nationality: German
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Reiner wears a black sleeveless top, black camo pants and gray steel boots. Black knee and elbow pads.
Equipment/Weapons : His top is bullet proof, and boots are design to make him feel as light as possible.
Quirk: Armored Plates
Character Strengths: Can turn his skin into pure iron, and deflect all kinds of attacks.
Character Weaknesses: Slows him down, and there is a certain limit to his armor.
Super moves:
Iron Lariat
Bullet Punch
Metal Strike
Inderstructable
Name: Bertholdt Hoover
Hero Name: Furnace
Title/Alias: The Thermal Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Nationality: German
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Bertholdt wears a charcoal black sleeveless jacket with a high collar and joined in the center by a magma red neckpiece, baggy pants of the same color, steel cuffs on his wrists and steel boots with small holes on the soles. Completed by black elbow and knee pads.
Equipment/Weapons: His jacket regulates his body temperature, and the his boots help release steam. His utility belt is filled with first aid and medication.
Quirk: Molten Core
Character Strengths: Can control and manipulate heat and steam.
Character Weaknesses: He to avoid overheating his body.
Super moves:
Heatwave
Basalt Mist
Overheat
Lava Plume
Eruption
Name: Kaisa Folami
Hero Name: Creation
Title/Alias: The Fabrication Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Nationality: African
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-a
Hero Costume: Kaisa wears a prussian blue sports bra with black bands and mid-thigh length matching shorts. The mesh slits on the side of her legs are made of her hair. She also sport elbow and knee pads and prussian blue boots.
Equipment/Weapons: Kaisa is equipped with a special pair of specs to do her research better. A utility belt filled with all kinds of snacks.
Quirk: Fabrication
Character Strengths: Kaisa can create any inanimate object.
Character Weaknesses: The more she eats, the more material she has to work with, so she needs considerable food ingestion for her Quirk to be effective. However, it takes her a longer period of time and more skin exposed to create large objects, to the point where she forces large objects through her costume leaving it shredded, though she claims she can just repair it. If she create too much without replacing her calories, she'll grow weak and anemic.
Super moves
Steelspike
Tri Attack
Swords Dance
Multi Cannons
Name: Jean Kirschtein
Hero Name: Granite
Title/Alias: The Earth Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Nationality: French
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Jean wears an outfit that consists mainly of segmented metal armor. The majority of the outfit is a light gray color with black pants, gray knee pads and black boots.
Equipment/Weapons: Jean wears a speacial kind of boots that is made up of retractable metal plates and it allows him to expose his feet to the ground when necessary
Quirk: Highhorse Power
Character Strengths: Able to manipulate the earth, rocks, and other minerals.
Character Weaknesses: He has to be on the ground or surrounded by earth.
Super moves:
Continental Crush
Earth Surf
Rock Wrecker
Land's Wrath
Mother Earth Devastation
Name: Star Avaruus
Hero Name: Venus
Title/Alias: The Cosmic Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Nationality: Finnish
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Star wears a full body suit with the mixture of navy blue, plum, mauve, indigo, magenta, and hot pink making it l look like the galaxy and tinys white specks that resemble to stars. A black tinted visor, a black skort with white speckled stars and black knee and elbow pads and balck boots
Equipment/Weapons: Her visor keeps her eyes safe from bright light. Her suit keeps her body from intense radiation.
Quirk: Super Nova
Character Strengths: Star can use stellar energy/substances to attacks of various shapes and/or intensities, either projected, used as a part of melee attacks, etc, from huge rays of pure energy that can knock over or even obliterate dozens of targets, or slightly singe them. She is also able to fly
Character Weaknesses: The birghtness affects her eyes, and if she uses too much energy she'll collapse in exhuastion.
Super moves:
Stellar Bolts
Plasma Fists
Star Bursts
Shooting Star
Super Nova
Cosmic Explosion
Name: Marco Bott
Hero Name: Silva
Title/Alias: The Forest Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Nationality: Belgian
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Marco wears a fern green jacket over a white short sleeve under armor and an umber harness with pockets, forest green cargo pants and umber hiking boots.
Equipment/Weapons: Marco wears a utility belt and harness fitted with pockets filled with seeds of various kinds of plants, and a first aid kit.
Quirk: Evergreen
Character Strengths: Able to grow and manipulate all kinds of plants
Character Weaknesses: Fire and needs healthy soil to grow plants.
Super moves:
Leaf Storm
Jungle Madness
Forest Curse
Nature's Vengence
Name: Connie Springer
Hero Name: Voltage
Title/Alias: The Gigawatt Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Nationality: American
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Connie wears a white jacket with a high collar and a lighting pattern on each side with blue rims on the shoulders and smiliar white pants. He wears a pair of black running shoes with medallion yellow soles.
Equipment/Weapons: Sharp shooting gear, helps him shoot discs that directs his lightning, and an optical visor.
Quirk: Lightning Rod
Character Strengths: Connie can create, shape and manipulate electricity, and even create thunderstorms.
Character Weaknesses: If used too much electricity, he'll short cirtcuit his brain, and be temporarily be braine dead.
Super Moves
Magnetic Flux
Thunder Quake
Catastrobolt
Galvanic Crash
Fire Thunderstorm
Gigavolt Havoc
Name: Sasha Braus
Hero Name: Artemis
Title/Alias: The Huntress Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Nationality: Scottish
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Sasha wears a white tank top underneath a green jacket hoodie with tan fur on the hood and on the cuffs, green camo pants and black boots. Tan knee and elbow pads.
Equipment/Weapons: A bow which helps her in shooting, and a utility belt and harness that carries snacks, and first aid.
Quirk: Huntress
Character Strengths: Able to shoot arrows made of energy, and has enhanced senses like an animal.
Character Weaknesses: The bows require a lot of energy to generate so she has to eat to make up for the loss of energy.
Super moves:
Scatter Shot
Arrow Missiles
Arrow Rain
Arrow Oblivion
Name: Historia Reiss
Hero Name: Valkyrie
Title/Alias: The Avian Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Nationality: German
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Historia wears a long sleeve iridiscent backless high collar jacket with matching leggings and green boots. Indigo shoulder protectors, knee pads and golden plates on the hips.
Equipment/Weapons: She weilds twin bastons,
Quirk: Hummingbird
Character Strengths: She has the abilities of a hummingbird and is able to create tornadoes.
Character Weaknesses: If she's in the cold for too long, her wings will start to freeze up.
Super moves:
Wind Blast
Tornado Strike
Airstream Rage
Hurricane
Supersonic Skystrike
Name: Ymir Lenz
Hero Name: Subzero
Title/Alias: The Freezing Hero
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Nationality: Swedish
Ranking: Novice
Occupation: Student
Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A
Hero Costume: Ymir wears a black thermal body suit with an ice blue parka with fur on the hood and cuffs, black pants and beige snow boots.
Equipment/Weapons: Her body suit and jacket keep regulate her temperature.
Quirk: Cyro
Character Strengths: Able to create, shape and manipulate ice and snow.
Character Weaknesses: Too much heat will weaken her.
Super moves;
Stars of Frozen Rain
Endless Blizzard
Icicle Storm
Freezer Dry
Avalanche
Subzero Slammer
#attack on titan#attack on titan oc#mha x aot#eren jeager#mikasa ackerman#armin arlert#annie leonhardt#reiner braun#bertholdt hoover#jean kirstein#marco bott#connie springer#sasha braus#historia reiss#aot ymir
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Simply, yours (10)
Pairing: Baekhyun x reader
Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU
Word count: 6.5K
Warnings: cursing
A/N: Hello, hi! Welcome back! This chapter has a LOT of stuff happening... But at the end of the day, we all want to have a pleasant read, right? I hope you will like this one, I enjoyed writing it a whole lot... 😊💖 Pls let me know what you thought, it helps me so much! Have a good day/night! ^^ Btw what did you think of BBHs cover of BoA? I LOVE IT! Original was already so good and he just made it more speacial by adding his sweet flavor... 💕
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Stupid, stupid, stupid.
That was what you've been muttering to yourself for the past two hours on your way back home and basically ever since you turned your back on him. Literally. Because you are that bad at controlling your emotions for some reason.
So as a way to punish yourself, you ended up popping into the nearest convenience store to your apartment and getting chocolates and sweet bakery because you… needed it. You had been dying to put something sweet into your mouth, so it could be hardly taken as a punishment, but you did find it as unnecessary expense, plus you were already halfway through looking like an elephant. But wow, what a sucky day, yucks.
It was one thing to be a little jealous about that girl, and a completely different thing to become cold towards Baekhyun and not even tell him what was bothering you. He didn't deserve that and you felt extremely guilty, to the point that you just entered your quiet, loving home and felt like crying like a baby.
Changing into comfy clothes, you didn't even bother with folding them, instead throwing them into the laundry basket, too preoccupied with your own guilt. Plus, your sweat pants felt tighter and uncomfortable around your thighs. How annoying. You needed to spend even more money now for the stupid XXXXXL size that you were slowly becoming.
You could bet that Jiyoung girl had the smallest size waist-
“Ah, stop it!” you shouted into nothing, tired of yourself and the whirlwind of emotions that you became. How was it possible to switch between emotions this fast? Your period wasn't the kindest but thankfully it was rarely painful and you only had terrible cravings instead of mood swings but this pregnancy was too much.
And in that moment, everything was getting on your nerves. You losing your job. You wanting to surprise your boyfriend. Him smiling like that at another woman. Him smiling. Seriously, why was he even smiling?! You weren't even there, so how dared he smile? Oh, and yeah that woman next to your man! You declining his request to stay until he was done. You should have stayed. You should have stayed and support him, enjoy the way he was doing his passion and maybe you would have understood what that Jiyoung girl was doing. Was she even a student?
You sighed. You wouldn't know. If she would have been a student, you didn't think she would dare to come collect him from his girlfriend like that.
You threw yourself into the softness of your pillows, chocolate bar in your mouth as you took a small bite and let your angry tears fall. This was so not you. This wasn't the strong, independent woman and if you would keep up this game, Baekhyun would notice too. He would see the faults in you.
“Stop thinking, you brat,” you warned yourself. “Stop it! Don't think! Just don't!”
And the worst?! You couldn't even touch your bump in that moment, you were that disgusted. It was all fault of the babies; they were making you like this, creating problems where there weren't any!
Before you could wallow even more, your phone rang. Scrambling quickly to get it in hopes to see Baekhyun's photo as your caller ID, you were surprised to see your mother's name dancing on the screen. That could only mean some bad news as you rarely talked. The last time you talked was nearly a month ago when she was checking up on you and your pregnancy and making sure Baekhyun was there for you.
Ignoring the way your hands were shaking, you answered the phone, feeling a bit of adrenaline rush in your blood causing slight dizziness. It'd been a while you felt lightheaded like this.
“Mum?”
“Hi, daughter,” she gasped, her voice gentle as always. “How are you? It's been a month almost, thought I'd check up on you.”
And there it all went. You started to wail at that question right away, unable to bear your mother's gentle voice. You didn't even realize how much you missed having a mother figure in this period of life, when she could give you advice, guidance and especially deep understanding.
“Are you crying?” she quipped, surprised at the sniffles that would soon follow with stifled sobs. “Oh, my, why are you crying? Is it the hormones?”
Well, was it the hormones? you asked yourself, but you were so incredibly clueless and so incredibly frustrated because of everything that you couldn't get a proper reply. “Ye-yes,” you hiccuped as hot tears streamed down your face. It was that type of crying where you just couldn't stop, the hysterical sobs needing to be let out, tears seeming to have an infinite storage somewhere inside of you.
Your mother sighed, but you imagined her affectionate gaze. “I understand. Although I don't know to what extent is having three babies burdening, any pregnancy is extremely difficult on your body, honey. Just let it all out and don't dwell too much on what is the reason. You don't need it now, so just let it out.”
At that you had to hide your face in the pillow and let out a little wail, because her words were warming you up so much, yet she was far away from you. Oh, dear, she had no clue what a rollercoaster of a ride you had put yourself and your boyfriend through, so you basically had every reason to have these feelings. She didn't even know you had been sacked. That was the reason you were crying, right?
“Is Baekhyun there?” your mother kept on going when she knew you wouldn't give her a coherent answer.
You hiccuped again, trying to make your mouth move. “N-no. Wo-worki-ing.”
“It's almost late evening, though,” she muttered to herself.
It was just 6pm, but the elders always had the specialty of saying “it's late in the night” when it was barely 8pm. You tried to smile at her antics, but it was painful. Because your boyfriend wasn't home. He was at that stupid training of his with stupid women that had to take the stupid hapkido class.
“What did you have for lunch-”
“I got sacked today,” you blurted suddenly and sniffed back big time, not even listening to her words.
“What do you mean you got sacked today?”
“Just exactly what I said. I am jobless.”
“How did you get sacked? You were promoted not long ago.”
You let out a loud breath, your lungs aching from all the crying. It just made more tears well up in your eyes again. “I had an idiot of a boss.” You should have definitely said it was all your fault, but currently you were feeling like the biggest loser in the world. “So it was better like this anyway. I can't even do much, soon I will be huge and… useless.”
Your mother tsked disapprovingly as you heard some shuffling in the background. “What is this silly talk, daughter. What did Baekhyun say?”
You gritted your teeth. “Why do you always ask about him?! He was happy I got sacked, okay?”
“Alright, alright, no need to shout at your mother.”
“But I don't want to talk about Baekhyun right now, so stop asking me!”
“Oh, I understand now,” she replied back nonchalantly, and some creaking noise provided just the perfect background. “As long as you think you can manage…”
“Yes, I can manage.”
“You and Baekh-”
“Don't.”
She sighed and you heard fire. She was probably warming up dinner in the kitchen. “Did he do something?”
You opened your mouth to retort but were stopped, because YES was your personal answer but NO was the fact. You wiped your tears quickly. “No. I mean... “ you trailed off and rolled yourself on your back, staring at the ceiling. “No.”
“Well then why are you so sensitive? I am trying to see what is wrong and you clearly have an issue with him. You can tell me honestly. Or don't.”
Just then you heard the code being typed in the entrance door, sign of Baekhyun arriving. You groaned loudly and stood up quickly to close the bedroom door before he could get in and have an easy access to bedroom but it was a wrong idea. Seeing black spots everywhere, you felt like your entire body just gained another 40 kilograms as an invisible weight pulled down on your shoulders making you stumble back into the mattress, the world spinning with along with you rather fast.
“I'll call you back,” you murmured softly into the phone and threw it away into the blanket somewhere, trying to make your head calm down.
Baekhyun called out your name, announcing his arrival but you felt like throwing up. You groaned as quietly as possible, scrunching up your face in hopes of stopping this terrible attack. Cold sweat made its way down your neck and you shivered as you felt a huge bulge in your stomach. But you were so extremely disoriented you could barely open your eyes let alone make it to the bathroom in time.
“Baekhyun,” you called out, “please bring me the bucket from the-” gulp, gulp, gulp.
Baekhyun walked into the bedroom but when he saw you his eyes went wide. “What is wrong? Hey, hey, what's- shit,” he cursed when he heard the familiar noise, and ran to the bathroom to get the little pink bucket as you gagged, trying to get on your fours, looking extremely shaken up. Tears were streaming down your face, your knees and arms trembling violently before you saw two feet clad in white socks and then bucket pushed into your face as Baekhyun reached for you with his other hand to keep your balance up. “Shh, c'mon, let it out. Don't keep it back,” he murmured urgently and sweeped the hair that was plastered to your forehead and cheeks away, noticing the snot and flushed cheeks. Just then, finally, you let it all out. Your throat was on fire but your head kept pulling you in one direction into which you would have easily fell if it weren't for the safety of Baekhyun's arms. “Shh, you're doing well.”
Although not seeing his face, you knew he was tense and probably wondering what made you this terribly sick when food and spit kept constantly coming out until it became just violent gagging, nothing able to come out anymore, only caused by your head spinning so much it triggered your stomach. Wasn't it just today that you were thankful for not having to go through this again?
You calmed down after another couple of minutes, completely spent. “Baekhyun,” you murmured, afraid to open your eyes. He hummed as he took the bucket to the side, and looked at you closely as he brought his other hand to your pale face, wiping the tears away. “I'm very dizzy.”
“Look at me, baby,” he murmured, frowning a little and wanting to check the focus in your eyes.
You shook your head ever so gently before your lower lip trembled. “I can't… please,” you said just as you were about to crash on him again, the invisible pull still there.
“Okay. Lay down for me, can you do that?” he asked gently. “I will help you move now, don't get startled.” And he did so, pushing on your shoulders a bit, helping you lie down. He took all the pillows on the bed and put your head under them, by then knowing very well what to do when you got into this kind of situation. “Keep your head up for me, and your knees too,” he whispered and patted your straightened-out legs. You did as he said and heard him move around the room before he came back with the little machine, pushing your arm through the hole to measure your blood pressure.
“Don't cry, sweetheart,” you heard him whisper as he tried to catch every single teardrop while the machine was working. He looked around for a glass of water which, of course, you didn't have.
“I feel like hell,” you said, your voice raw.
Baekhyun was thankful your eyes were closed, for he didn't want you to witness how worried and scared he was. Yes, you did get dizzy and many times sick, but to this extent? Never. He was already thinking three steps ahead, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
Beeping sound brought you back to the reality and Baekhyun checked, murmuring the results out loud, his frown now deep. “We are going to the hospital,” he decided.
“No!” you shouted, opening your eyes to look at him but you almost saw three Baekhyuns. Usually, you wouldn't mind but it made you want to throw up again. You were fast to close them, scrunching your face. “Please,” you sobbed, scared. “Make it stop! But don't call anyone!”
Baekhyun was already calling ambulance, leaving the room in case you would have a tantrum. He knew your blood pressure was skyrocketing and it made him worried sick; he didn't know what to do. Plus, he was told by your doctor that if your blood pressure reaches a certain level, you were eligible to call for ambulance.
As much as he hated you crying and going through this, he was there with you, every single step at a time.
-
“She will be alright,” said the doctor that was in the emergency room, checking your vitals on his clipboard. “She needs to rest for now, but,” he shook his head gently and looked up at Baekhyun whose eyes were bulging in fear of what was to come. “Her blood pressure was too high. It isn't good for the patient, neither it is good for the pregnancy.”
“What does that mean?”
He shrugged. “Well, it is very likely that she will have to endure this until she gives birth. Triplet pregnancy is a bit different than the usual ones. Since premature birth is highly possible to happen, which also may affect the health of the children, her not monitoring stress levels or taking good care of her body may also influence the health of the kids.” He sighed. “She is bearing a lot right now, so there are high risks of her fainting if this continues. As you told me, she had been struggling with high blood pressure this whole time, correct?”
Baekhyun nodded quickly.
“Well, she is in the fifteenth week which means almost half-way through till due date… It should have subsided by now but we can't do anything to change it; only give medication, unfortunately. Multiples' pregnancy is full of surprises.”
Baekhyun felt so helpless in that moment. Why did he get the feeling the doctor was clueless in a way too?
“Will she survive?” he asked seriously.
The doctor smiled gently. “She is completely healthy, so there is no risk of her losing her life, but this was definitely a dangerous situation. She shouldn't be left alone for too long as this occurs unexpectedly. It is rare anyway to have such strong reaction to high blood pressure, but this is what it takes to live for three more lives, I suppose.”
Oh, how Baekhyun wished he could take at least half of the burden you were bearing.
The doctor patted him twice on the shoulder before leaving. He looked at you, your sleeping figure so peaceful compared to couple of hours ago when you looked white as death and just about to pass out.
Sighing, he reached for your hand, gently squeezing it before murmuring a soft I love you. You were going through all of this because of him. He made you pregnant and now here you were, fighting for four lives: the unborn babies and your own.
His phone vibrating was what interrupted his train of thoughts. Quickly searching for it in his winter jacket, he saw your mother's name flashing on the screen, bad feeling already eating him away. Should he tell her where you were now? He would only make her worried.
“Hello, mother,” he answered, trying to make his voice as normal and even as possible while stroking your knuckles with is thumb.
“Oh, thank God you picked up, Baekhyun! I've been contacting my daughter for the past hour and she wouldn't answer. Are you with her now?”
Gulping, he said: “Yes. She is, uh, sleeping now.”
“Silly girl. I called her earlier today to check up on her and caught her in a bad state of mind,” she explained, her voice sounding exasperated. “She kept crying but wouldn't tell me why. This is none of my business, my dear, but did you two have a fight?”
Surprised was an understatement to Baekhyun. First of all, you didn't necessarily fight, it was your weird mood that created negative tension between you two but it was certainly not a fight; second of all he had no clue you were having such a mood prior to his arrival although he did see your swollen face and eyes. “No, we didn't have a fight. She has been acting strangely today, that is true. She lost her job and maybe the hormones and all…” he trailed off, trying to justify your actions though he himself wasn't sure.
“Yes, she told me she lost her job, but to me it didn't seem like that was her main issue. Let me be honest with you, Baekhyun,” she said and Baekhyun didn't have a good feeling about what was to come. “She didn't even want to hear your name. I don't know what exactly happened between you two, but it would be healthy if you both talk. You know she cannot get this upset while being pregnant. She was choking on her own sobs.”
Baekhyun closed his eyes and left your hand so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. Just what the hell was up with you? “She came to visit me at the university today, but she had such a change of mood, mother. I was shocked myself and I try to understand, I really do but it has been difficult recently.” Let alone she was lying to me, he thought but kept quiet.
Your mother sighed again; she trusted Baekhyun and wasn't doubtful about him at all. She also knew what pregnancy mood swings meant, so she was not blaming entirely you just as she knew Baekhyun could have been falsely accused. She knew him ever since he was a baby after all. “I understand, sweetie, and I am not blaming you at all. I will let you rest. I know you also don't have it easy, dear,” she added, affection lacing her voice, “so please I just ask you to have some patience with her for now. She can be a handful.”
“I do, mother, you know I do,” replied Baekhyun right away, looking at your sleeping face. “I can't get mad at her even if I want to.”
At that she laughed. “My sweet boy. I hope I can call you my son-in-law very soon.”
“Actually yes. Sooner than later.”
-
You found yourself seated on the wooden bench, a book about multiples' pregnancy perched on your thighs while you tried hard not to stare at your boyfriend clad in his hapkido uniform.
He was currently leading his class with Jiyoung, the girl because of whom it all went downwards. Bitterly, you stopped yourself from blaming it on someone like her. It wasn't her fault. Why, you ask? Because…
Few days ago
“Can you explain to me what happened on Monday?” murmured Baekhyun as you were both lying in bed, the dimmed light on his side still on, as he just finished going through his notes from the previous lectures. It made you resent yourself even more knowing how much he had on his plate, yet you couldn't even control your emotions as soon as he stood next to a pretty lady or he looked at you weirdly.
You sighed, rubbing your temple as you were lying on your back. Baekhyun turned his head to look at you, pausing, contemplating. Then, he slowly changed positions, lying on his right side, his hand slowly dragging on the surface of the mattress, reaching your hip and sliding it up over your belly that was sticking out, giving it gentle rubs as he waited patiently for you to talk.
“I won't get mad,” he had the need to add which made you scoff, and him chuckle.
“It's so fucking stupid, Baekhyun, and don't say I can't swear while being pregnant.”
He frowned gently. “Well, it obviously made you upset,” he argued, “so it cannot be fucking stupid.”
He saw you gritting your teeth, and he slid his gaze over your profile, how the light was illuminating the part of your face to which he was turned to. He honestly thought you looked breathtaking and would have kissed you whole night if it weren't for the confusion he was currently feeling. In that moment, he wanted answers more than anything.
“What is Jiyoung-” you trailed off and Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, “to you? To your class? To… hapkido?” Asking, instead of answering him. Great. Although, you weren't expecting silence that followed. You imagined him chuckling at your ridiculousness but he didn't. He didn't and it almost made you lose yourself once again, but he spoke: “She is a master like me,” he spoke softly, and you focused on his warm hand sliding over your belly. You turned your head a little to catch his gaze that was already burning holes on your face. “I didn't tell you until I was sure, which I became on Monday, but then things happened…”
“Sure about what?”
“I am leading the hapkido universiade team with her, but I am the main master,” he revealed, his face still in a gentle frown. “She was assigned to do it together with me, so that is why she was there during practice, too. And she will be from now on until July.”
“But is she like a teacher at Sungkyunkwan or something?”
He shook his head. “She is from Kyunghee university where she is the head of department. There was a joint alliance with them for the hapkido team and also, if we win this, I might have a chance to work with the National team later on,” he explained patiently, not tearing his gaze away from yours.
So many things you were founding out, so many good news. That meant Jiyoung was older than Baekhyun! That was definitely good news! And you ruined it all on Monday and you completely misunderstood the entire situation.
“Baekhyun,” you whispered, closing your eyes. Humming in response, he now caressed your cheek, his thumb making slow circles. “I'm so sorry. For being the way I was. What you just said,” you stuttered, opening your eyes, urgency in them, “is all amazing news and I couldn't be any more proud of you.”
“Shh, it's okay, princess,” he whispered, scooting closer to your side.
“No,” you shook your head, “I thought… I was… jealous, so jealous. I shouldn't have let the emotions control me like that. I shouldn't have just left you like that. I apologise,” you said sincerely, staring into his eyes that were now casted in shadow as he was with his back towards the light. Yet, the burning behind his eyes could hardly go unnoticed by you.
“You are so mean when you are jealous,” he blurted, intending to make you chuckle which he succeeded in, but then it disappeared just as quickly and you nudged his cheek with your nose to get more out from him. He sighed, eventually. “You know you can trust me, right? You know I would never want to lose your trust despite you lying to me.”
At that, you whimpered, pouting and widening your eyes at him, still terribly ashamed for what you had done.
“It's okay, I am not holding grudges,” he insisted, “but you know I can't stand you not trusting me, hm? I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you and with our kids,” he murmured and at that he caressed the belly yet again as he buried his face in your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine. “So why do I have a feeling you keep doubting me?”
You stiffened, but his caresses didn't cease, which meant he wasn't upset. You raised your hand, playing with his hair as you mumbled: “No, I don't doubt you at all. It's the hormones. It's the babies. You know that before getting pregnant we were just fine.”
“I know,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning the skin on your pulse point, “it is always the babies fault, right?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, curious as he pulled back to look at your face.
“Just… I apologise, Baekhyun.”
His eyes searched your gaze. “And I forgive you. But you need to promise me you won't get so worked up over nothing in the future.”
“I won't.”
“By nothing I mean anything. If it isn't a life or death situation, I don't want you to pay it too much attention.”
You watched his mouth move as he spoke, going on about what the doctor said, what the books said about triplet pregnancy, what he thought would be the best for you. And you tried to listen, you really did, but you were head over heels for him; he was mesmerizing and he understood your crazy whirlwind of emotions, and you loved him. So much.
“Are you listening?” he asked, snapping his fingers two times in front of your face. “Young lady, you keep zoning out on me.”
You smiled at his playful manner and he reciprocated the gorgeous grin as he leaned in closer. “I am listening, I am. I just realised once again how much I love you, Baekhyun.”
His grin turned into an affectionate, lopsided smile and he eyed your lips before flicking his orbs back to yours, murmuring your name. “And I love you. Do you understand? I love you. Only you. Can you actually understand?”
“No,” you whispered, dreamy look on your face as you were bewitched by him. He shook his head, and reached for your face, brushing the baby hair out of your forehead. “It's difficult to get it through my thick head that someone like you loves someone like me.”
“How would I make you understand then?”
“Show me. I want you to kiss me, it's been too long.”
He leaned in more, his eyes constantly flicking between your lips and your eyes as he muttered with narrowed eyes: “You're horny again, aren't you?”
You let out a breathy laugh as you sneaked your hands around his neck, bringing him closer. “For you? Always.”
He chuckled just as he kissed you, smiling widely into your mouth before playing with your lower lip, going straight for a gentle bite that he knew would ignite the fire in you.
“Are we doing another make-up sex?” he murmured between kisses, slowly climbing over you and you gladly widened your legs for him.
“Uh-uh, you're making love to me because you need to show me you love me.”
He kissed your neck, laughing quietly. “You're shameless.”
“So are you. Now, do your magic, honey.”
And now here you were, as per his order, watching him. As you would be every week whenever he wasn't home. If he could have, he would have dragged you to all his lectures as well, but you managed to talk him out of it. Honestly, you didn't mind this at all, as you really enjoyed observing him teaching hapkido and doing all the cool moves he was so smooth at doing. It was true you would get tired and wooden bench was only so comfortable for you to sit through couple of hours.
During the break, Baekhyun jogged to you with an energetic smile and leaned in to give you a quick peck. “You good over here?” he asked as his team erupted in big laughters, everyone enjoying their break time.
You beamed up at your boyfriend. “Yes, all fine.”
He smiled even wider at that, ruffling your hair as he looked down on the book in your lap. “Is it any good?”
“Well, for sure although I'm learning some disturbing stuff,” you muttered, worry flashing through your eyes that made Baekhyun raise his eyebrows.
“We will finish in 50 minutes and then you can tell me all about it, how is that?” he asked gently, and grabbed your cheeks to observe you closer.
You giggled and he seemed satisfied. “Alright, let's do that.”
He was just leaning in for another kiss when someone cleared their throat muttering a little excuse me, making Baekhyun move away from you. “Jiyoung.”
“Sorry to disturb, but I think it would be better if we stay longer today. For practice, I mean,” she said, her eyes wandering over to you and a bit lower, obviously looking at the baby bump. She snapped her eyes back at Baekhyun's questioning face. “It's better if we start going through basic kicks now, just so the kids can remember each technique correctly and from then build on it.”
You watched Baekhyun's back, but he was relaxed. “The kids are black belts, 4-5 dans in at least, though,” he replied diplomatically, “I don't see the point in going through basic kicks. Techniques should come to them as second nature by now.”
“I still think we should start having longer practices,” she insisted. “So your girlfriend might be a bit uncomfortable sitting here for such a long time.”
Wow, you thought, she was actually dragging you into this somehow. Interesting.
“I don't mind,” you heard yourself say before you could think twice. “So do whatever you deem correct.”
“Not today, no,” Baekhyun decided. “After December we will be good with longer practices if necessary,” he emphasized. “If we don't slack off, we can manage just fine.”
She gave a confident smile. “Alright then. I suppose you won't mind if we start the class now.”
What a bitch, you thought again.
“I won't mind. You may start,” was Baekhyun's curt nod and he turned around to face you, his actions heating your cheeks up as he crouched in front of you and took your hands in his before bringing them up to his lips.
“Alright, master.” And she was gone.
“What are you doing?” you whisper-shouted, but the excited glint in your eyes told Baekhyun you loved what he just pulled.
“Prioritizing you.”
You smiled graciously, and leaned in, pecking his lips.
-
Couple of weeks went by, you following Baekhyun to his practice, while you were found your way back to knitting that you so diligently used to do when you were younger, your mum teaching you as a little girl. Trying hard not to sound annoyed or desperate for any activity, you made sure you were always smiling and at peace in your mind. You promised your boyfriend you would look after yourself and that was what you had been trying to do. You even managed to sell some of the scarfs and gloves you knitted, given it was now nearing the end of December.
You smiled up at Baekhyun who dismissed the class, not waiting until Jiyoung and the students leave. “Ready to go?”
“Yes,” he replied, some perspiration on his forehead glistening in the practice room. “Can't wait to have a rest.”
You stood up to your feet slowly, minding your blood pressure, and reached for a handkerchief before grabbing his hand so he wouldn't move away. “Let me,” you murmured as you reached up and tapped the textile gently along his hairline.
His eyes focused down on you, affection and love melting his features into the softest smile. “Thank you.”
“We don't want daddy to catch a cold, right?” you chirped enthusiastically.
Baekhyun quirked an eyebrow at you, never hearing the nickname leave your mouth before. You would always get extremely embarrassed when he called you mummy, so this was a new discovery. “Yeah, otherwise how would daddy protect mummy, hm?”
Just as expected, you grew red in your face and quickly looked around, making sure no one was too near to overhear.
“What? You started,” he laughed quietly before leaning in to kiss your cheek, leaving it with a loud smooch and moisture on your skin. “Mummy.”
Your eyes widened and you laughed along with him before he moved to pack up his stuff. All the students who were now leaving farewelled cheerfully, always enjoying how flustered you would get from the attention, because master Baekhyun's girlfriend is so cute! and of course, he would encourage them, showing you off, which always warmed your heart.
“Not tired?”
You turned to the right to see Jiyoung approaching, a glass bottle in her hand as her high ponytail swung with each step she made. “I'm okay, thank you. Aren't you tired?”
“Nope,” she said, the p sound bopping like a bubble. “Master Baekhyun has been a bit slacking off with the workouts, eh?” she chuckled, nudging Baekhyun who was putting on his jacket with her elbow.
“Well, I can always make it especially hard for you, Jiyoung,” was his confident reply.
Oh my god, he was so hot you actually had to cross your legs while standing.
She smirked. “I would love to finally find out what does this especially hard mean, master.”
Well, you definitely didn't find her confidence hot. If anything, you wanted to warn her not to challenge Baekhyun too much.
“Alright, especially hard it is then,” he concluded just as he zipped up his jacket and took his gym bag, slugging it over his shoulder.
Jiyoung's eyes sparked with excitement, you could see that. It was always there, actually. Coming to the practices with him for two weeks, you kind of learnt to read her. She was a professional, you knew that much. She wasn't openly hitting on your boyfriend, no. It was in these subtle talks that irked you because you couldn't do anything about them, just tolerate and trust Baekhyun. Which, he really not once made you doubt - his trust. He would always prove you his love to you, and you to him. It was so obvious. He only had eyes for you.
Even now, as he stood in front of you, touching your hip gently and sliding his hand to your lower back to lead you out and saying his bye to the disappointed face of his hapkido partner, you knew it.
“Baekhyun,” you said once outside on the half-dead campus as you were making your way to the bus stop, the dark sky not showing any clouds which only meant another freezing night.
“Yes, angel.” He intertwined your fingers and pushed the connected hands into his pocket.
“I was thinking… What if I just went home?”
He stopped walking, looking at you a bit taken aback. “What do you mean?”
“I feel a bit useless, you know. But also quite tired from all of this,” you said showing your belly that was sticking out. “So I thought I would visit home.”
“But we have regular check ups at the clinic,” he replied, his eyes wandering over your features. His nose was growing a bit red which you found adorable, which is why you stood on your tippy toes and gave him a little peck on it.
“I know… but if I would miss one appoint-”
“No.”
“Baek-”
“You are not missing an appointment, baby,” he said, this time more sternly as he looked down at you, his hair that was trapped under a red beanie made his soft hair fall into his eyes.
You pressed your lips together, understanding his choice. “So, I would go only for two weeks.”
Something flashed across his eyes, something that you couldn't decipher. “What about me?”
Yes, what about Baekhyun? “You have lots on your plate right now,” you reasoned, squeezing his hand that was trapped in his pocket. “You could study better, and focus more on the practices. And, you could totally go and have a good time with your friends, or even invite them over, hm?”
“You actually think I would let you travel alone? With your blood pressure?”
“C'mon, by KTX it takes an hour and a half and then taxi just twenty minutes out of town.”
You felt like you were contradicting yourself. You, the one who was always trying to save up money was willing to pay a lot just to travel. KTX tickets were already very expensive. Taxis as well. But there was very little public transportation going to your village and you didn't feel like taking it with your big belly.
Baekhyun didn't say anything for a while, just staring at you. “Why this sudden- need?” is what he asked eventually.
“You know I miss mum,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.
“I know it's difficult,” he sighed, the action condensing his breath. “But I can't let you go by yourself, no way. Besides,” he added eagerly, “it's Korean new year soon. Can't you wait just a little longer? We both will be going home for that, you know that.”
He was right. It was literally around the corner.
“It's just in two weeks time, hm?” he asked, quirking his eyebrows at you, pleading to say yes. When he saw you contemplating, he mumbled: “I am not letting you go alone, anyway, so you better agree.”
You huffed in disbelief and dragged him towards the bus stop. “Let's go home. I will think about it.”
“Tomorrow we have a double-date with Chen's, did you forget that too?” he said as he let you drag him after you.
“No, I didn't. I would have gone the day after.”
“Well, you wouldn't leave me alone for such a long time, right?”
That made you stop and turn to him just to witness the puppy eyes and a prominent pout that made you smile softly at him as you walked even closer, resting your forehead on his jacket-clad chest. “I hate even the idea of not being with you for two weeks, Baekhyun.”
“Exactly. So just wait until we can go together, hm? Please? I don't want you to go. I can't even sleep without you anymore.”
You chuckled and leaned back, catching his small smile. “Alright. I think.”
He whined your name before he grabbed you by your waist with his free hand and brought your hips closer as he hovered a bit over you. “Alright, I won't go is what you wanted to say,” he muttered before kissing you hungrily. It was such a contrast; outside, the air was freezing, but your hot mouths pressed together, his body glued to yours as he breathed in loudly before tilting his head, asking for access with his eager tongue was hot, burning up. You moaned quietly, just for him to hear and he growled in response, a satisfactory hum leaving his throat while he circled your tongue, sucking on it, making you gasp because you were in public. He kissed you, and kissed you until you were completely breathless, until you were fully convinced that he didn't want you anywhere far from him. Even if it meant he could focus more on his practice, studies and whatever else you just listed. Even if it meant a short time.
He didn't want you away. And that was final.
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A Mother
Shelagh is the culmination and embodiment of all mothers, her love never thinning, but multiplying.
A Mother to Herself and to her Community:
Only known as Sister Bernadette then, she had placed her personal needs, in this case, her service to both Nonnatus House and Poplar, ahead of her own biological needs. She had forsaken the pleasures of the flesh and had placed all of her heart and soul into a community of women that was still rebuilding from the war.
Poplar was not for the faint of heart, yet, it was there that she found her purpose. She had become a caregiver and a midwife, fostering other mother-to-be’s with advice and strength and love.
While she did not carry each child, she felt beholdened to them, a fierce protectiveness to make sure that each child she helped into the world was met with warmth and love. She had seen death and heartbreak and abuse, however, she never saw an absence of love.
She knows that it was the same love she had seen day in and day out that she was able to open her heart to the possibility of loving a man, a kind man with a beautiful son. There were times that she fought against it as if she were swimming against a strong current, but she prevailed. On a not-so-special day, she met Patrick on a misty and vowed to never look back.
Step-mother:
After leaving the order, she had become a step-mother to a boy who had lost his own mother. He had missed her dearly and, although he made sure not to show it, she could see it whenever his eyes looked upon her picture. He was a mixture of excitement and hesitancy, neither knowing how it would culminate and grow.
It was when he was hospitalized with Polio, his poor legs useless without the use of calipers, did she make a promise to him that she would take care of him for the rest of her life.
It was after that did they grow closer with homemade meals and gentle teases. She didn’t tell Patrick of the apprehension that used to choke her at Timothy’s acceptance of her. Yet, on a not-so-ordinary day, he gave her a quick hug and said “I love you, mum” before going off to play with one of his friends. Unbeknownst to the excited boy, her love blossomed and her anxiety was silenced.
Adoptive Mother:
It is at that time she had learned that she was a mother with an empty womb, her heartache silent, her tears hushed by the needs of her husband and step-son. Patrick knew of her pain and comforted her within the darkness of their bedroom. It was with his support that she gave away the one lone evidence of her desire to bare a child. Sister Julienne was kind and had taken the baby dress with the careful cross-stitch, but hope shined within her eyes.
Never wanting to give herself into hope for fear of pain, she buried herself into her work as a secretary, the songs of her reformed choir, and the love of her two Turner boys.
For a while, she was happy, her love of Timothy growing exponentially. Then, an option was presented to her in an unlikely form. Excitement once again stirred within her belly, hope charging up her spine.
She never thought that painful secrets wishing to be left to history would show that dark underbelly of what foolishly hoping can lead to. When she learned to forgive and accept forgiveness, she finally realized that it was not hope that was foolish, but her blindness at all that God had given her.
Then, on a not-so-special day, she is taken to a room where a small baby with a yellow flower was waiting for her to pick her up. It is then, she became an adoptive mother. A small baby, that was given up by her teenage mother, was wrapped in her loving arms, swathed in her protection, the abundance of ‘what if’s quieting just like it had when Timothy had called her ‘mum’ for the first time.
Giving Birth:
It was then that her family became complete, motherhood in its various forms causing her heart to beat with pride. It wasn’t easy, not by a long shot, but it was theirs.
A few years later, under the heat of the African moon, was she gifted with a child in her womb, a surprise she had never thought would come to fruition. Patrick’s touch became gentle, Timothy’s eyes softened, Angela’s excitement palatable; until she had seen the color red. Fear had taken over their lives, yet, this time, she did not wallow in it, instead, she became stronger in both her love and prayers.
Once their moment of trepidation had passed, the sound of a strong heartbeat and the touch of Patrick’s lips her sources of strength, she gave herself to the nature of what her body was capable of. On a not-so-speacial night, with Patrick’s support behind her and Sister Julienne’s gentle help, she had given birth to a perfect eight pound, six ounce baby boy. The hours of labor melted away as they held him in their arms, his lips instantly seeking out the milk her breasts could provide.
After that night, she felt powerful; she had the love of a man behind her, the service of the city in front, the undying support of her step-son, the shy excitement of her adoptive daughter, and the innocence of the newborn son she had carried. What more could she ask for? Nothing, she had silently whispered to herself, absolutely nothing.
Foster Mother:
A few years later, after they made their house into a home, she was given an unexpected opportunity to once again become a mother, this time to a little girl, the same age as Angela, who had seen the back of her running mother too many times to count. Little May had taken to her quite easily, possibly because she could sense that she was a mother many times over. When her original adoptive family fell through with the same sickness that had catapulted her into her own motherhood, she had opened her arms wide open to be the foster mother May needed to have, despite the knowledge that they would have to eventually let her go.
For a whole year, she felt as if she were walking along a double-edged sword, heart stopping fear on one side and endless love on the other. May had become part of their family, her happiness etching love upon her heart. On a not-so-special night, when May’s adoptive family had fallen through, she had come back into their arms, back to the home she desperately wanted. She knew that they now had the opportunity to adopt her, to officially call her May Turner.
However, May’s adoption proved to be heartbreaking with the sight of her real mother begging May to live with her in their native tongue. She didn’t need to know the translation, she could feel it within Esther’s desperation. While Patrick sought to protect May against the unstable life her birth mother would provide, she had a hard time disclosing her thoughts and emotions into little, perfect black and white boxes.
She loves May, fiercely, as if she were her own child, but how can she expect her birth mother to give her up so easily when she herself would fight until the death for Timothy, Angela, and Teddy.
...
Now as life moves forward in motion, the decision of May’s future still up in the air, she looks upon her family, her children, under the sparkling lights of the fireworks high above, her love multiplying at an alarming rate. While most would describe her as a woman, she knows, that she is more.
She is a mother.
A mother is a mother still; the holiest thing alive.
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𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 ~
pls read before requesting ♡ thank u!
This was made for @chxcolxtemilk 💜💜💜
🌼 I write ~
- headcanons (my speacial-tea)
- fics
- matchups for all open fandoms
🌼 Genres ~
- fluff
- crack/fluff
- angst
🌼 I do not write... ~
- it’s a long list -
- pedophilia (none of that teacher x student crap)
- incest
- yandere
- smut (only really suggestive)
- character x character (tho if you have an oc I’ll try my best)
- cheating (sorry but its a sensitive topic for me)
- abusive relationships ( i can do past abusive relationships)
- that’s all for now
🌼 Fandoms ~
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🍃 | Bnha ↡
- Class 1a all together
- League of Villians all together
- Mirio Togata
- Nejire Hado
- Tamaki Amajiki
- Hawks
- Miruko
- Nemuri Kayama -Midnight-
(She’s older [ 32 years ] so idk, keep that in mind)
- Shoto Aizawa -Eraserhead-
(again he’s older [ 31 years ] so be careful with your requests)
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🍃 | Haikyuu ↡
- Ukai
- Bokuto
- Akaashi
- Kuroo
- Kenma
- All of Karasuno
- Kiyoko
- Yachi (nothing suggestive w/ my bby please)
- Yaku
- Ushijima
- Manager for all teams
- Tsukki
- Yamaguchi
- Sugawara
- Daichi
- Iwaizumi etc...
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🍃 | Hunter x Hunter ↡
- Chrollo
- Killua
- Gon
- Kurpika
- Illumi
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🍃 | Harry Potter ↡
- Draco
- Ron
- Hermione
- Harry
- young! Remus Lupin
- young! Sirius Black
- Weasley Twins
- Luna Lovegood
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- requests are closed for this fandom -
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🍃 | Avatar The Last Airbender ↡
- Zuko
- Toph
- Sokka
- Katara
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🌼 | However I will not write for ↡
- Nendo
- Mineta (tho he can be being a perv to s/o or something)
- Present Mic
- Leorio
- Hisoka
- Teruhashi
- Lev (idk I just don’t)
- Tanaka
- Tendou (until I get a grasp of his character)
- You may request other characters from the open fandoms just not these -
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- Head canons are only up to 3 characters
- I do write poly for bnha only
- I take longer to find the energy to write Bnha requests because of the toxic fandom (but I do try if I’m not busy)
- I do character match-ups for bnha, haikyuu, hxh
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- If you send me a request that doesn’t inspire me as much as a request that I received after yours, then I’ll write whichever inspires me most first.
- If you check my masterlist and you suggest a character that doesn’t have a link it will take me a bit to make a little photo section.
- I NEED MUTUALS so always feel free to message me.
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Red Light Special
RED LIGHT SPEACIAL (Short Story)
Allow me to preface this by saying, I’d never done coke before and I’d never kissed another woman before last night...
It was the end of the year and I let my roommate convince me to go out with her and her eccentric friends. I asked where to and all Maxine said was that we’d probably hit Deep Ellum and then a friends’ after set. It sounded like Max’s normal Monday through Saturday night to me; we have a strict policy on going out on Sunday nights, we don’t. We party during the day on Sundays and although I don’t get out nearly as much as her, I make it a point to participate in what we like to call “Sunday Funday”.
One of Max’s homegirls, Sam, owned a bar and was our liquor plug. She came over around seven and immediately started pouring drinks while Max and I were still getting dressed. I finished dressing before Max so I joined Sam in the kitchen for drinks. I prefer a cocktail over a shot simply because I have the worst gag reflex in all of Mesquite but Sam could care less; if she was pouring, it was shots for everyone. I took one or two or four and started rolling up. I was the only stoner in the group and I was thankful for that. Max finished getting dressed after changing a million times and then we headed out.
We hit a few bars and that’s when shit got interesting. Sam, Max, and I were leaving downtown and headed to one of Max’s friends’ house when he called her and gave her directions to a different party. By this time, I was feeling all ten shots of whatever was clear and strong and the choice to smoke backfired. Instead of mellowing me out, the weed started smoking me! I was in the backseat having the dizziest most carefree time of my life as I grinded and twerked on the leather interior of Max’s beamer.
Her car came to an abrupt halt and she lowered the music and called the mystery friend back.
“Hey, we’re outside. What’s the phrase again? Okay. Here we come.”
What phrase was she talking about? Looking back, that should have been my first clue that some unusual shit was about to happen.
We parked and walked up to a building no bigger than Starbucks and were approached by a lady wearing fishnets and a leotard. She took our phones, gave us a locker key with the number 86 written on it, then led us to the basement of the building. I could hear low music thudding through the walls as we got closer to our destination. When we got downstairs I knew exactly where we were. Max was a frequent flyer here.
The room was sectioned off by different colored lights. There was a red, blue, purple, and green room.
I quickly observed that I was indeed at a swingers’ party.
My hands were clammy and I could feel myself sobering up. I had two options: either I was going to drink and smoke my way back to zen or I was going to catch a Lyft back home. There was no way Max and Sam were leaving and I wouldn’t dare ask. Fuck, I should have driven.
I stuck close by Max like white on rice. We went in the green room first. I was attracted to it for two important reasons. One being that green is my favorite color and the other is that the closer we got to the green light, I could see marijuana shrubs. It was literally a green room. The shrubs were the least of the most visually captivating things happening in that room. Did I mention that we were clearly overdressed for the occasion? Women were either in lace and satin lingerie or nothing at all. The men were mostly clothed in cigar robes, if anything at all. I was extremely intimidated.
I pulled on Max’s arm, “Girl why you ain’t tell me you was on this tonight? You know I don’t even be with the shits.”
To be honest, I was too intrigued to be maintain an attitude. There was so much to see.
A bold black hand with an even bolder wedding band reached my way and passed me an unsolicited blunt. I looked to see who the hand belonged to but I didn’t know that man. He was barely making eye contact with me; probably because his other hand was between the thighs of some woman and his tongue was down her throat. I had no choice but to take the blunt or let him pass it to Casper and set the whole building on fire. I hit the blunt and leaned up against a small space on the wall, hoping to evaporate into the drywall. The weed was damn good. I felt relaxed immediately and then my mind got to wandering.
I looked around and noticed that my friend who shared the blunt with me wasn’t the only person on the verge of fucking in that room. In fact, there were people actually fucking in that room. I was starting to blush. The weed was making me horny too. I hit it some more and then stared at a couple in front of me go at it. I watched as his penis moved strategically in and out of some lady’s vagina. She had on a wedding band, he didn’t. I could feel my head tilt as I gazed at them and wondered when I’d feel raw dick again…
I was brought back to my senses when I felt a small hand grab mine. It was Max.
She took me across the hall to a different room. The red room. Sam was sitting on a sofa topless with her shirt saving one seat for Max and her clutch saving one for me. I’d seen Sam’s breasts more than plenty times before so I wasn’t as shocked as I should have been, plus, did I mention that weed was really, really strong?
We both plopped down on the couch and at that moment, I realized how fucked up I was. The room started spinning and my first thought was to focus all my energy and attention on not seeming as fucked up as I was. So when Max and Sam were talking to me, I was telling my drunk self to not look drunk and I missed everything they said. I only remember nodding yes to them and saying, “Daammmn, that’s crazy” at the end. Go figure.
A light skinned, middle aged man with a beer gut and premature penis walked buck naked toward us and stopped. He never made eye contact with any of us. He just stood there and looked at Sam’s boobs. The weed had me stuck like chuck. I couldn’t strum up a good cuss out for the nigga. Sam started to rub on her breasts and put on a show for the stranger. She caressed them and in return, the preemie penis grew into a pretty decent half chub. Like I said earlier, the weed from the green room made me super horny. Pheromones were flying blindly all throughout that room and I was caught in its crossfire.
Max leaned behind Sam to get my attention and disrupted my show.
“Come sit down here.”
I went.
“Ex-squeeze me...” I slid over Sam and sat in between her and Max.
Max got her palm mirror and Big C out. Her night was just beginning while mine, on the other hand, was heading towards its end.
She leaned over and asked, “Want some?”
I gave her that look you give someone when they know the answer to some unbelievable shit they just asked or brought up. I like my drugs and I don’t judge, but the Big C, ain’t fo me... or so I thought. Before I could turn Max down, I saw a drink being shoved in my face. A woman in red latex chaps with her ass completely bare and titties to match was passing out drinks. I took the one she gave me and handed it to Max, who then shoved it right back in my face and urged me to drink.
It didn’t take much convincing on her end. I downed something that I could only guess was some version of a cognac and coke. I was still feeling drowsy. Without even asking, I grabbed Max’s mirror and went to town. As I dragged my nose across the cold and shiny pallet, I instantly regretted my sudden act of bad-assery. Thinking back, the shit was completely unnecessary.
When I came up and looked around, I expected to immediately feel wiry and freakishly energized. I didn’t. A grinning Max pulled my face close to hers and gave me a sloppy and unsolicited kiss on the cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut when she did this and when I opened them, I saw the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in real life. She was leaning on the bar wearing a designer birthday suit and stiletto heels. Max was talking a mile a minute in my ear about how she got stood up tonight and how she wanted to go home, but for some reason now, I wasn’t in such a rush.
“Dammnn, that’s crazy.” I managed to mutter.
Our naked friend in the red chaps returned to our end of the couch with a single glass of champagne. She handed it to me then walked away, leaving a squeaking sound trailing behind her. The woman at the bar intentionally caught my eye this time and raised a glass identical to mine in the air. I matched the energy and went over to talk to her.
That’s when Big C kicked in. I could feel myself tweaking. Almost as if I had a tick. I took a huge gulp of champagne to calm my nerves and the closer I got to the bar, the more confident I grew. She was a little taller than me, had a cinnamon skin tone and almond eyes to match; older too. Said her name was Amber. I think she lied. Hell, I lied.
I quickly learned that this wasn’t the type of place where there was much talking being done. I looked back at the couch for some reassurance and saw that Sam was getting her ass eaten on the sofa while Max was headed towards a curtained room with some couple sharing a satin pajama set. The man had on the bottoms and the woman had on the button down top to match, only she purposely left several buttons open, leaving her breasts nude and exposed.
Amber asked me to join her behind a curtain of our own.
I did.
“How old are you?”
I hesitated. My heart was racing, my thoughts were loud, my body was doing things I didn’t authorize it to do, and that damn twitch was back, which was so unfucking-becoming of me.
“Twenty-three.”
Amber scoffed and said, “Old enough”.
We went behind the curtain and started to kiss. They started off as soft, hesitant kisses. She removed the straps from my shirt and let them hang lazily on my shoulders and I felt something cold graze my skin.
A FAT ASS DIAMOND. She was married too.
I didn’t say anything and I’d hoped that she didn’t notice me noticing her ring. Our once childish pecks were now maturing into heavy Frenching. Kissing a woman felt more natural than I thought it would. Her tongue danced with mine and we took turns leading. Amber leaned me back and started to give my nipple piercing attention with the tip of her tongue.
“Just one?’, she laughed.
“I bitched out. The shit hurts!” I laughed back.
I didn’t know what she expected to happen next. I was new to this, definitely not true to it and I didn’t care how fucked up I felt, there was no way I could dine on vagina. I just won’t.
My thoughts were dismantled when I felt her cool hand creep up the inside of my thigh. I trembled and could feel my pussy slightly gush. She moved my panties to the side and slowly rubbed two fingers back and forth. I could feel the grooves in her acrylic against my vulva as she applied the right amounts of pressure on my clit and the extra tension turned me on. I let out a soft moan and felt my thighs getting wet.
Amber removed her fingers from inside of me and placed them in her mouth. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening and had I not woken up with the worst hangover of my life this morning and a stamp from Deep Ellum, I wouldn’t have.
When she took her fingers out of her mouth, she spit out her wedding ring and put it on the tip of her index finger. She removed my panties completely and started tasting me. I felt something cold massaging my clit in sync with her tongue. It went back and forth. I could feel her soft lips kiss and slurp. My body convulsed and I let out what I tried to maintain as the most excruciating quiet noise of arrival.
I was delirious.
Amber sat up, wiped her face with her palm, and kissed me. I felt something sharp touch my lip when they touched. I opened my eyes and Amber spit out her wedding ring and whispered, “Bye, Riley.”
She got up and headed towards the curtain and disappeared back into the dark red room.
THE END
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Finally. After a year of deliberating, planning, OVERTHINKING, & starting from scratch numerous times, the day had come. A day she had been anticipating since the year prior. Starrk’s birthday. No, of course she didn’t INTEND to do something extravagant or flashy every year. But this one was special. Last year, she hadn’t even KNOWN it was his birthday! & when she finally did try to give him an attempt at a gift, she was thwarted by a blasted watergun & an UNRULY teenager. So she had to do better this year. She had to make sure this was a good one.
Chiyo had known right off the bat that some form of party wouldn’t do. He didn’t really have friends & she doubted he wanted the couple of arrancar that had latched onto him reeking HAVOC in their home. So it had to be something intimate & personal. Early on she had planned on taking him to some of her favorite spots in the human world. But that plan QUICKLY fell apart when they found out about the twins. Okay. So it had to be something at home. But how do you give a gift to a man who literally asks for nothing?
To start the day right, she wanted to give him one good night of sleep. As soon as a single PEEP had been heard from one of the little ones, she was up & rushing to sooth them back to sleep. Being that she had been in recovery & he had always been so protective, Starrk had been taking the BRUNT of the night shift, always insisting she rest as much as possible & bringing them to her if they needed fed. But she felt better now & wanted to take a turn.
It WASN’T easy. One baby would need changed, whilst the other just wanted to be rocked & sang to. One would be hungry, while the other kept rolling in positions that made her fear potential suffocation. It was EXHAUSTING & she didn’t know how he had been doing this every night, pretty much by himself without so much as a complaint. It’ll probably get easier once she’s back to full health, at least. Under normal circumstances, she’s POSITIVE he still would have woken to her getting in & out of bed. But he had been without decent sleep for so long, she assumed that’s what had kept him from stirring.
After HOURS of bouncing between the warmth & comfort of their bed, to the cots where their offspring stirred, the sun had finally peaked in through the windows, alerting her to dawn. He would probably be getting up soon. Most likely to prepare coffee & make her breakfast. So she would have to be QUICK, knowing full well he would want to do it himself if he saw her bouncing about the kitchen.
Chiyo was much faster in the kitchen than he was; being that she had many MANY years of experience, as opposed to his some months. She had prepared a dish of white rice, natto, & grilled egg overtop. Portions were put out for both of them. While he didn’t NEED to eat, she knew he did like to try different things. Especially when she made them. His mug of coffee was placed with it upon the dining room table. The petite shinigami practically BUZZED with excitement as the smells wafted through the house. She knew the thick scent of his favorite beverage would certainly be enough to wake him from his slumber. But she had one last touch before he finally made his way downstairs.
His gift.
A while back she had given him a haori that he seemed to really enjoy. It wasn’t anything too special. Not too pricey or extravagant. Just something to keep him warm during the colder months. A haori with flame motifs in a color scheme she felt suited him. But this one she had been holding onto for this particular day. This haori was SPEACIAL. One she had commissioned & had taken months to complete. The original had only been given to him to see if it was something he WOULD like. The new one, however, would be in a similar color spectrum. Blues with bits of black & silver throughout. Except this one would have a motif of wolves upon the back. She had shown the maker a picture of Katsu as a reference for what she wanted for the wolves, but had made it CLEAR that they should be grown & not a mere pup like Katsu was.
& the end result was TRULY worth the wait.
The finished haori had been neatly folded & placed into a box that she wrapped with a silver paper & tied off with a deep blue bow. Said parcel was then placed upon the seat of his chair. & when she can FINALLY hear his footsteps descending the stairs, Chiyo meets him at the bottom, rocking on her heels & radiating an air of ELATION. She’s met with that same, warm smile the arrancar gave her every morning, accompanied by his questioning ❝What are you up to?❞. It was one of her favorite things in the ENTIRE world. Words simply can’t express just how much she loves this man.
Chiyo makes a grab for his hand, gently tugging him in the direction of the table. Once there, she takes a moment to lightly pull at his collar, something that he always complied with by leaning down until she could reach him. & it’s then that she places a soft kiss upon his cheek.
❝Happy birthday, mi amor~❞
@solitariusdeluna
#solitariusdeluna#𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 ; ( ic )#; drabble#[ its starrk's birthday bitches ]#[ and after last year he deserves a good one ]#[ boi howdy am I rusty ]
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the wicked prince
A moment that I see is not much appreciated is when Cardan and Jude talk in the wedding of Taryn, after the kidnapping. There are so many parts when they show how much Jude cares about Cardan, but is this inicial quote that makes me fall for them all over again.
“... and all I want to do is walk into his arms. I want to drown my worries in his embrace. I want him to say something totally unlike himself, about things being okay.”
Here Jude, our independent and stubborn Jude, is thinking about putting her defenses down for the first time ever but stops herself when realized that she doesn´t actually know how Cardan would react and if he cares enought. The beautiful part about all of this is that she kind of says that her worries can be thrown away by his embraces, and in some way that he trusts him even against her better judgement. And that kind of freaks her out, she wonders: why does she trust him, why does she want to tell him that stuff?
“I know the Court must already think I am besotted with the High King to endure being crowned Queen of Mirth and still serve as his seneschal. Everyone must think, as Madoc does, that I am his creature. Even after he humiliated me, I came crawling back. But what if I actually am becoming besotted with him?“
Obviously, she panics at the thought, because we know Jude and how she always wants to be in control, and caring so much for someone she didn´t intend to care is like giving control over her unwillingly. The worst part is knowing that, while that was a very breaking point for her, Cardan is actually used to the fisical contact and (she guest, tho we know otherwise) that the intimacy between them was no speacial thing for him.
“Cardan is more knowledgeable than I am at love. He could use that against me, just as I asked him to use it against Nicasia. Perhaps he found a way to turn the tables after all.”
And later she panics at the thought of him having just played with her, specially when she understands he must resent her enormously. Not only did she betray him through the last book but in this one he seems annoyed that she does not trust him. But then she remembers what it was like to be with him and how he acted towards her during that time, she doesn´t know if he does it to search for her deepest secrets or for something else, something she can only dream to actually consider.
“I keep thinking of the steady way he looked at me when we were both naked, before he pulled on his shirt and fastened those elegant cuffs. We should have called truce, he’d said, brushing back his ink-black hair impatiently. We should have called truce long before this.”
Honestly I had have a difficult time trying to figure out how Cardan must be feeling towards Jude, but the only think I am sure about is that, after they share that intimacy, he thought they were in this together. I mean, when she ask him to seduce Nicassia without commanding him, I guess he felt like finally she was trusting him with a mission on his own. Scratch that, no, trust him at all. If we recall one of the first times that Jude commands him about not betraying her, when they were in the garden, he acted like is was obvious and was kind of an insult to command him that.
“He draws back, as though bitten. He no longer expects me to deliver orders in this high-handed way, as though I don’t trust him.”
And Jude does the opposite and kind of burns everything to the ground, but actually she is just protecting herself. I believe that she thinks that trusting Cardan is like letting him in little by little. Think about how she only reacted that way when she realized how she was falling for him and how vulnerable she felt when he was with him. Cardan may believe is because she doesn't trust him, but it is because she doesn´t trust herself.
So yeah, those few pages kind of describe their relationship better than any other I remember and I love them for it.
#omg it is way longer than i expected#forgive me i´ve just re-read the book#jurdan#jude#cardan#the folk of the air#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the lost sisters#holly black#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#jude x cardan#taryn#locke#fairies#tfota#tcp#twk#tqon#tls#fantasy#jude greenbriar#queen of fairie#cruel prince#wicked king#book#quotes#love
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3. rant. just do it
Ok, maybe this will be a little mean but can someone....tell native english speakers that no one cares about jap sub vs eng dub discourse except themselves? Like, they are sooo tiring and at the end of the day it's just a matter of personal preference... The people who feel superior for watching subs are dumb/pretentious and I won't defend them, but also some of the arguments in favor of dubs kinda make me salty bc they come from a place of such privilege, like "some people don't like reading subtitles" or "some people prefer consuming media in their own language", and yeah i'm not saying they aren't valid but it's obvious those things only apply to english speakers bc the rest of the world does not have the freedom to choose most of the time. This is speacially bad outside of anime, like what happened with Parasite. So many entitled americans bitching about having to see a foreign film.....s h u t u p
4. do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?
Oh, this is a complex one. I think it depends on the situation. You always have to think critically of the media you consume, specially if the person who created it ended up being an asshole. Mostly because their ideology could be inside that media in a subliminal way, or you could end up supporting them without wanting to. I also think it's important to look at time periods. Personally I don't believe it's bad to, for example, read a book from a problematic author who has been dead for 200 years, it's not like your purchase will give them any money lol and at the end of the day pretty much all authors from other centuries have been some kind of -ist or -phobic 🤷🏻♀️ If the author is alive then that's a different story. Supporting artists who are well known for being horrible or, even worse, excusing their actions is not something I condone. You can always find a way of consuming their media without giving them money if you really want to (pirating is a good option :p). So yeah, I'm not gonna be policing ppl and telling them what they can or cannot like, but all of this is somethins I take into consideration while consuming media myself (for example, JK Rowling's stupidity and hatefulness these recent years have killed the little love I had left for HP...)
10. name a dog
So...any dog? How could I choose between so many good boys? Well, i'll say Black Hayate for fictional dog, and Maya (mayapolarbear on IG) for irl dog bc I love her.
11. what unusual talent do you have?
Well, my friends used to say I could "speak whale" like in Finding Nemo bc I can deepen my voice a lot. I also can bend my fingers in a really weird way (my fingers are the only flexible part of my body). I think my most useful talent is being able to "drag" my writing while making papers/essays/etc in a believable way, so I can say something in 20 words while other people say it in 5, it comes in handy.
12. what's the most interesting schools gossip you've ever heard?
Oh boy, there were some wild rumors at my school. I think the one that caugh my attention the most was one about some girl a year older than me being pregnant. The thing is, whe didn't know who it was bc people were just saying "they say a girl from senior year is pregnant", so everyone was desperate to know lmao I don't know how that ended up....now that I think about it that was fucked up, if it was true then poor girl.
Also, we had a literature teacher who was really strict and had a pretty peculiar personality. People used to say she was going to get married but her fiancee abandoned her (like, her tragic backstory and reason for being like that), it was probably false 🤣
Also in elementary school there were a lot of rumors about the statues in our church "crying blood" while no one was watching. This became so widespread that the director made a speech confirming it was false and said we should not be spreading such blasphemous things.....catholic schools really are something else.
17. google the top song from the year you were born
I searched top song from 1999 and the first two results are Livin' la vida loca and I want it that way. Sounds like a good year for music hah
20. describe your blog in 3-5 words
Young adult who likes procrastinating.
21. what's a conspiracy you believe in?
Already answered in my last ask!
26. crowds or small groups?
Small groups. I hate crowds, always have and always will. Also, I don't know if this is normal or not but if I spend too much time in a crowded place I start to feel dizzy/light headed.
31. you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?
This horrible situation we are all in, honestly. I just want things to go back to normal but that won’t happen if people keep being selfish and governments keep caring more about economy than people’s lifes :/ Apart from that, i’m pretty ok with my life? I still haven’t achieved much but I don’t want to rush things, I have time.
Thanks so much for asking, this was a lot of fun 💕
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How does Muhammad (peace be on him) experience and cope with evil?
Mentioning the qualities of sinlessness and pure nature that belong to the prophets, some say that the prophets are created as sinless, are different from normal people, not prone to sins like us, and they are pure from birth so, of course, they don't commit sins, but we are not created this way and commit sins. How can we answer such claims?
The great people who have advanced in spirituality have not advanced because they have pure souls. They each have the same evil commanding soul, too. Moreover, parallel to the saying “The greater the person, the harder his test.”, in comparison to other people, their souls are more rebellious and wild. However, they have always fought with their evil commanding souls and eventually they managed to be spiritual leaders.
Just as every success has its hardships, being a spiritual leader also has its own hardships. People who are at the top currently in the fields of sports and arts have been able to come to this point at the end of serious work. It is not possible to aim at the peak without a certain program, intense work, and continuous discipline.
When we look at the Qur'an, we see that the prophets also experienced hard tests. Let us look at this verse as an example:
“Remember that his Lord tested Abraham with tests and ordeals and he fulfilled them thoroughly. He said: “Indeed I will make you an Imam/leader for all people.” (Al-Baqarah Surah, 2:124)
As is seen, it is the result of his having successfully passed the hard tests that Prophet Abraham was appointed as leader to people. Actually, prophethood is not a result attained through work, but a complete divine blessing. However, this blessing is related to the Prophets' work and deserving. This is because “God knows best upon whom to place His Message.” (Al-An'am Surah, 6:124)
It is obvious that climbing a mount of one thousand meters and climbing up to the peak of Mt Everest are not equal in difficulty. It is necessary to have received professional training and to have speacial qualities in order to climb Everest. It is also historically recorded that not all people who tried to reach the top of Everest were successful. Many of the people who headed for the top changed their minds half way and many died on the way.
Just like the attribute of prophethood is solely a blessing from God, rather than something earned with work; the attribute of sinlessness is also a special blessing of God and an indispensible criterion for prophethood.
As humans, we do not have the right to demand share from prophethood, and in the same way, we do not possess the right of desiring for ourselves their special qualities like sinlessness that their special positions necessitate.
Just as all people can't be a prophet, not all people can be sinless. Indeed, God does not want sinless people, because the existence of angels who are sinless leaves no need for humans to be sinless. The purpose of human's creation is to know and worship God, and to repent and ask for God's forgiveness when s/he commits sins. If everybody were sinless, then how would the names of God that show His forgiveness and forbearance like Al-Afuww (The Effacer of Sins), Al-Ghafur (The All Forgiving), At-Tawwab (The Ever Relenting) reflect themselves? Just as we know one of God's names Ash-Shafii (Bestower of Health) through illnesses, we know His names of forgiveness through our sins.
However, it is a truth that throughout their lives, the Prophets experienced more troubles, ordeals and sufferings than everybody, and they bore these with their own free wills, and they faced God's tests with acceptance. The tests of great people are accordingly hard.
The Prophets are humans, not angels. As humans they also have evil commanding souls and devils. They always fought with them. For example, in the face of people's disrespect, they got angry but could overcome their anger. In one of his hadiths, the Prophet says: “I also had a devil (trying to lead me to evils) but willingly or not, it surrendered.” (Tirmidhi, Rada 17; Musned, III. 309).
It is a very wrong attitude to account for our sins by saying that we are not sinless, because if we were sinless, we wouldn't have been put to test, like angels.
“Indeed, human will be an eye-witness against himself, even though he puts forth his excuses.” (Al-Qiyamah Surah, 75:14-15).
God assigns prophethood to whom He wills. However, He has given this duty to those capable of undertaking it. If somebody else had had this capacity, he would have given him the duty. Therefore, the people aside from those given prophethood did not have these qualities.
Everybody can bear a burden up to a certain weight. What is the meaning in asking somebody who can only bear 50 kilos to bear 500 kilos? Or why should the load of the plane tree be given to a young shoot? God assigns this duty to whomever He wills. But it is the necessity of His Wisdom to give it to the capable.
Though the duty of prophethood is God's blessing, the Prophets accepted this responsibility with their own free wills, they were not forced.
If the devil did not affect the Prophet and if he did not commit sins, how did the black spot on his heart occur? How many times was his heart cleft open?
Prophethood is not a position to be earned by subsequent work.
- Nature cannot be changed. The nature of the prophets cannot be changed, either. There are two aspects of nature: one is the evil-prone animal and vegetal aspect; this can be named as soul. And the other is the aspect of reason and conscience that tends toward the good. As a human, Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, also had these qualities. This is because the test of the great people are accordingly hard, and he was also tested as a prophet. However, as he was created as a candidate for a special position, the evil-commanding soul turned into peaceful soul and then into the soul that God is pleased with. In one of his hadiths, the Prophet says: “Like everybody I also had a devil, but he surrendered to me.” (Tirmidhi, Rada 17; Musned, III. 309)
- One of the greatest scholars of Qur'an, Bediuzzaman Said Nursi says “My evil commanding soul has obeyed my reason, willingly or not...” This shows that not only the prophets but also the people who sincerely follow them and who accept them as the sole guide in their lives may turn their aspects capable of evils into the capacity of goodness.
- Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, is blessed with the special equipments suitable for his misson of prophethood, different from other people. Accordingly, all his qualities, feelings, feelings pertaining to lust and anger and his mental abilities were all precisely balanced. He showed a great and balanced mixture of glory and humility, economicalness and generocity, ease of nature and bravery. When his companions asked him to describe himself, the Prophet replied:
“I am the prayer of my father Abraham, the good news of my brother Jesus, and the dream of my mother. While she was pregnant with me, she saw that a beam of light that illuminated the palaces of Damascus emerged from herself.” And he went on to tell the following story.
“I was suckled and brought up by the family of Sa'd bin Bakr. One day I and my milk-brother were pasturing lambs behind our house. In the meantime, two persons in white clothes came to me. One of them had a golden cup full of snow in his hand. They seized me and cleaved my bosom. They took my heart out and cleaved it, too. They took a black piece of blood out and cast it away. They cleaned my bosom and heart with that snow.” (Sîre, 1/175; Taberî, 2/128)
With that event, the blessed heart of the Prophet was broadened with divine light and peace. At the same time, from that age onward, the Prophet's soul was being purified from any kind of apprehension and doubt by being supported with divine feelings and peace. It is important to point out here that the heart should not be thought only as a piece of meat like a cone of a conifer. It is a divine sense. To clarify the issue, it is beneficial to understand Bediuzzaman Said Nursi's explanation about the heart:
“With heart, we don't mean a piece of meat like a cone. But it is a divine sense that shows its feelings on conscience and that reflects its thoughts on mind. Therefore, naming this piece of meat as heart which includes this divine sense results in this fine point: the service of this divine sense for the spirituality of human is similar to the service dsone by this conical piece for the body. Just as this conical piece, which pumps the water of life to every corner of the body, is a life machine, and the material life continues with its functioning, and when it stops, the body also stops. In the same way, this divine sense revives and illuminates with deeds and feelings; and with the dying down of the light of faith its composition turns into a motionless dead body like a statue.” (Bediüzzaman Said Nursi, Işârâtü'l-Icâz, p. 79)
As is understood, the material heart has a close relation with the spirituality, with faith, knowledge, and conscience. Similarly, the material cleanliness also has a relation with spiritual cleanliness. In this respect, it shouldn't be seen as unreasonable that after the Prophet's heart was cleansed, it was filled with knowledge, divine light and favors.
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In this episode of Nightly working on something other than the Spear, The sheriff and the Soldier, and Start//End.... Have a Vi and Cait first Kiss?
{ London Grammar- Non Believer}
Rain cascades in a blinding sheet, covering the lower streets of Piltover in large puddles. The tall figure leans back against the old brick of the alleyway wall, keeping their arms crossed over their chest. With the rain descending down so heavily and with the fall of night, a small shiver runs up their spine as they pull the collar to their leather jacket up.
Uneven florescent pink hair is drenched causing lines of water to trail down over a tattooed cheek. The hiss of steam pulls out into the air as the tall figure clenches and unclenches their large metal fists. The small ambient glow of pressure gauges and the heat of a hextech crystals lining around the joints of high pressurized metal, brings a small haze around the brawler.
“They’re moving.” The high Piltovian accent warms the figure’s ears.
“On my way.” The pinkette replied, pushing herself off of the brick wall and rounding the corner
It has almost been a year since the two of them started working with each other. A full year of getting on each other’s nerves, threatening jail time, nearly leaving the partnership, of butting heads so hard that being with each other caused more migraine pain than any hangover she had ever felt. The two of them shared such different life perspectives and ethics that it was almost impossible to work together.
But they had found a certain...harmonious workflow, one could say. Once they put away their stubbornness and started to learn from each other, things started to shift.
Vi wasn’t just some street rat that wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc and violence like Caitlyn originally believed. The brawler was a lot more than that. She had learned that Vi only wanted the best for those who were living in Zaun, who were less fortunate than herself.
Caitlyn wasn’t the goody two shoed priss of a power-tripping that Vi had originally thought she was. Sure she was uptight about laws being followed and serving proper justice. But she had almost the same goal as Vi. The sheriff just wanted the best for the citizens of Piltover.
They both wanted a better life for the people they represented.
It took a lot of arguing and flung out opinions for the two of them to come at a metaphorical cease-fire. Slowly, but surely, once the two of them could see their handy work causing positive effects, they started to understand even better.
Sure they still had some more work to do, but the Sheriff and her new Deputy were becoming a force to be reckoned with.
And stupid gay idiot Vi, may have started to kind of sort of somewhat...develop...a kind of soft side for...Caitlyn.
Gods above, even now she shakes her head at herself. She curses her weakness for brunettes in all honesty. And the Sheriff’s eyes always had a way to look so soft and knowing and concerned, especially when she would put a delicate hand along Vi’s tattooed forearm.
But Caitlyn totally didn’t care about her like that. They were starting to become really good friends, to the point now that she can get the Sheriff to half chuckle at some inside joke, or roll her eyes with a small smirk. Or the nights they would spend at a stakeout or a patrol or Caitlyn planning out an offensive with Vi totally pretending to listen, they would slowly cross the line into their personal lives; their histories, what made them...well them.
And of course, Vi being Vi, she started falling head over heels when she started learning the little things about the Sheriff.
Like how she likes her tea with just a tiny splash of milk; just enough to change the dark colouration into something a bit lighter.
How she likes to hum a jazz tune under her breath to help her remember file numbers as she would dig into the massive filing cabinets in the archives room.
Or how she would bake on her off days and always make something a little bit special for Vi, once Cait learned that she had a preference for strawberry flavoured goodies.
Or how when she was deep in concentration, a small wrinkle would form just above the Sheriff’s eyebrow and it was probably the reason for her near-constant tension headaches she would get. It’s why Vi brings a bottle of pain killers with her to work now so that when she sees her co-worker/boss/new friend/kind-of-maybe-crush rubbing at her temples she would slap two of them down next to her elbow and continue her work on her hextech.
“Thank you for meeting with us.” Caitlyn’s voice crackles in Vi’s earpiece. The Sheriff must have finally made contact with the dealers. “Were you followed?”
The plan was for Caitlyn and two of her officers to go undercover as hextech specialists to “sell” to these black market dealers. Once the transaction was handled, Vi and the SWAT force would surround them and make the arrest.
“We have what we had discussed earlier.”
It annoys Vi that she can’t hear the other side of the conversation.
“Absolutely, please count out the gold and place it in the middle.”
There’s a pause. Vi peeks out from her hiding position against the wall of an old run-down forgotten diner. Five figures dressed in black all standing protectively over a shorter figure, face across from Caitlyn and her two officers. The shorter figure points in the direction of Sheriff and Vi’s hackles rise. Steam from her gauntlets snarl out in agitation.
“Of course, nothing but the best tech in topside.”
The smaller figure seems just as agitated as Vi. One of the taller figures fidgets nervously, a hand going to their weapon’s belt. Immediately hexpistols are drawn and aimed at Caitlyn.
“This transaction is nothing but legitimate.”
As soon as Vi hears that sentence she moves out of her hiding place. In the torrential downpour, she sees Caitlyn raising her hands. She sees the figure starting to carefully stalk toward Cait. She sees the smaller figure marching forward and getting into the sheriff’s face.
She doesn’t hear her partner calmly talking the figures down. She only hears her heartbeat slamming into her ears and the rain clambering down on her body.
“Deputy get back into position.” One of the waiting SWAT officers commands in the radio.
But it’s too late.
Vi catches the group off guard as she slams a concussive blow into the ground they stand on, making most of them fall to the soaked cobblestone. She ducks under an elbow and snaps her metal fist into the open abdomen of an armed figure. Heavy boots stomp circles around her as the SWAT team rallies.
The short figure in reaction grabs at Caitlyn and Vi reacts almost instantly. She takes two menacing steps toward the figure who realizes their mistake of placing their hands on the Sheriff. Fury lines violet irises as the brawler grabs the figure by the collar of their black rain jacket and lifts them up.
“You’ve got the right to remain silent, fuckface.” Vi snarls lowly.
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“We went over this!” Caitlyn tutts angrily. She has her hands on her hips as she glares up toward the brawler who rolls her eyes. “We needed them to complete the deal, to charge them, Vi! What you did, nearly cost us! Gods know what could have happened if the SWAT team didn’t follow you!”
“Yeah, whatever. I see hextech aimed, I’m gonna fucking move, Cait.” Vi defends as she sets her gauntlets into the trunk of the Sheriff’s cruiser. She closes the door a bit too firmly, before she leans up against it. “ ‘speacially if it’s aimed at you. Ain’t letting that fucking happen.”
“We had it under control.” Caitlyn manages as she pinches the bridge of her nose. The small wrinkle above her eyebrow pulls down as she mutters something under her breath as lights and sirens sound. Police cruisers drive off, leaving the two of them alone in the small pattering of the rain and late night air.
Agitated the brawler pushes off of the cruiser and gets a step too close to the Sheriff. “If them surrounding you, was under control...What if..” Her jaw tightens like one of her tension wires in her gauntlets.
“You know, I can handle myself, Vi. You don’t have to assume I can’t defend myself.”
“I know you can.”
“Then trust me to handle those situations.”
“I’ve seen too many of those kinds of deals going sour, Cait.”
“I have too, and I’ve learned ways to help control that kind of situation. It’s why I had you on standby. Incase it got too serious for me to not have it under control.” A gentle hand moves to Vi’s left shoulder in a reassuring gesture.
Vi’s heart nearly soars a hundred feet in the air. She can’t help the gut reaction as worry curls around her gut. A warmth starts to center to where Caitlyn is touching her, and she nearly melts instantly. When those eyes, infamous for freezing perps atleast three times her size in place, soften and begin to search for why Vi is so...bothered.
“I don’t care. I’m not risking you,” the brawler admits. She can’t lie when Caitlyn is looking at her like that. She does her best to avoid eye contact. She tries to swallow the pit in her throat. When she finally has the courage to look back to the sheriff, she is surprised to see Caitlyn staring at her in realization.
“Vi?” It’s a quiet sound that is nearly drowned out by the rain. “Do you have... feelings for me?”
“Voids, Cait, I just...You’re...I...”Vi panics and begins to step backwards. She is stopped by a firm hold on her wrist.
“Vi, don’t run away, let’s talk about this.”
“I ain’t running!” Vi quickly barks.
The sheriff quirks an eyebrow to the brawler who is completely redfaced.
“Fine, you want an answer so fuckin’ bad?”
She retakes her step, cups Caitlyn’s face in her calloused hands and kisses her.
Shock courses through the sheriff instantly. It’s surprisingly soft, for someone who was so frustrated just moments ago. Slowly as the shock wears off, Caitlyn closes her icy eyes as she begins to kiss her back. Her small arms rest at Vi’s hips.
She notices that she tastes like coffee and bubblegum.
As quick as it came, the brawler pulled away. She turned on her heels instantly and pulled the collar to her leather jacket up to her ears.
“There’s your stupid, bloody, fucking answer!”
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Surprises in Beijing
Tittle: Surprises in Beijing Words: 0.8K Pairing: Mia/Yixing, Mia/Tao; 10th Member of EXO Summary: Mia meets Tao, Luhan and Kris in China. A/N: Gif credit (here). Also this festival was created by me lol, so please don’t be cofused what it is.
Beijing Orange Festival was an annual music even attended by hundreds of throusands of people. It was probably the most popular music part in China. A lot of artists, who were performing or just having fun, celebrities and of course fans and supporters.
Yixing promised Mia, that one day he’ll take her there. Although he was very busy man all the time, 2018 was a year that he would fulfill the promise. Mia was supposed to be in China as a Idol Producer guest judge, just few days before the said festival. So it was almost perfect for her to attend the event. Yixing some how to the tickets and after filming for the show, they started to get ready for the next few days of fun.
Every year festival had a theme colour and this time it was turquoise. They even managed to go on a quick shopping, with Mia buyg herself a nice wig, so that no one would recognize her. But also she wanted to have blue hair without any more damage to her natural one.
‘I’ll be right back.’, Yixing said and took their cups with him. They were currently at some party after first day of the festival. Lots of famous people, not only Chinese, but from all around the world.
It was really cool to see people in different outfits, creative makeup looks. One thing was same in everyone - glitter. Probably every person in the room had glitter at some parts of their body. Some people had in traditional way - face or hands, some were to a little more extreme level like hair or legs. Whenevere it was, glitter was everywhere.
‘Mia?’, she heard above herself. Mia picke head up from her phone. She saw familiar face with black hair and beautiful eyes, that were covered with blue contacts.
‘Tao?’, she asked, hugging him tightly. She was surprised and shocked. Not by the fact, that he was there - he was living in China after all, but what are the chances to see each other in cowd as big as this. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I’m performing tomorrow.’, he answered and she raised her eyebrow, even more surprised.
‘Really? I haven’t seen you on the schedule.’, she asked, tilting her head to one side.
‘I’m a speacial guest.’, he explained and Mia nodded. ‘But what are you doing here?’
‘I was filming a show here in Beijing and I’ve always wanted to come to this festival. So when Yixing got the tickets, I was over the moon.’, she explained everything and now Tao was the one shocked and surprised.
‘Yixing is here?’, he asked and Mia nodded.
‘Yes, somewhere.’, she laughed. ‘He went to get some drinks and left me to watch out stuff.’, she added, pointing at their jackets.
‘Tao, we’re looking for you?’, someone say, coming from behind Tao and putting their hand on his shoulder. Then another man came up next to them. At first she didn’t know who they were, but as seconds were going she realised who they were. She was trying to pretend to not be shocked, but it wouldn’t go well. They were starring at each other in awkward silence. All three of them knew who the other ones were, but it was their actual first meeting. Mia had no idea what to do, so she just bowed in front of them and started to bite her lips from nerves. Both of the guys did the same and they stood there for few seconds in silence. Unitl one of them laughed and came forward.
‘I’m Kris.’, he said, extending his hand in her direction. ‘This is Luhan.’, he added pointing at the other guy. Mia giggled, dropping her head.
‘I’m Mia.’, she said, taking Kris’ hand and smiled slightly.
‘I’m leaving you for three and a half seconds and you’re already surrounded by men. I wanna remind you, that you have a boyfriend.’, Yixing said, coming to their table with drinks. He looked at the said ‘men’ and opened his mouth in surprise. Then immediately they started catching up and talking, leaving Mia behind a little. But she didn’t mind, she knew, that they had more in common, than she. She was just watching them with smile on her face.
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I agree to disagree.
First because Northern armies were coming that is the reason why there was more support towards Aegon III’s claim than there was for Jaehaera or “Daeron” as he died on his way to the capital.
The greens lost the moment Aemond died. Aegon was lucky enough that Rhaenrya made that mistake of going to dragonstone instead of to the eyrie or even the riverlands.
But Helaena’s death remains a mystery as for the brothel queens I do not believe that to be true. That was mostly the green’s believes as Criston and alicent believe Rhaenrya was a whore they call her the whore of dragon stone.
So I do not believe it was because of that. I think after the death Jaehaerys, then Aemond leaving on a rouge quest that cause them to lose the red keep to the blacks and the death of otto and Maelor in the fall of king’s landing and then finding out Aemond had died and that they were probably never going to be rescued is what made Helaena decide to jump her tower.
Dreamfyre died the same as Helaena. She snap her chains and because in the storm of the dragon pit she was trying to defend herself she was blinded by an arrow on one eye and flew crushing into the doom of the pit making the ceiling come crushing her down.
Aemond died with dark sister being thrust into his remainder eye.
Vhagar died with her throat being ripped open much like Healena.
They both died a little passed sunset.
Alicent had her hope in the fact that Aemond was coming back too.
Alicent and Jaehaera remain living like prisioner even after Aegon II took over and after that Aegon III took over and jaehaera was force to married Aegon III and she died the same way her mother did. Many believe her death was also out of desperation to leave the keep much like her mother’s but others said it could have been Casandra Baratheon as she was supposed to be queen after Helaena died but Aegon II was killed before that happened and other believe it was Aegon III’a hand that wanted his own daughter as the queen. But at the end Baela and Rhaena gave Aegon III his new queen Vermond Velaryon’s youngest daughter Daenaera Velaryon.
It was truly sad what happened to all the children of this war speacially Lucerys, Jace, Joffrey, Aegon III, Viserys II, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, Maelor and Helaena. Because they did not have fall on this.
They were just children trying to survived around the toxic environment his peers made.
In the show is mostly Otto and Daemon pushing Rhaenrya and Alicent
But in the books Alicent as soon as Aegon II was born she begin planning the very thing that cause the life of all her children and grandchildren. She had to watched everyone died before her eyes. Before she was taking but an illness. Because she wasn’t even granted a quick death.
Did Aemond and Helaena died on the same day?
Yep, yep.
Aemond died in battle with Daemon in the late-afternoon
Then, that very same night, suddenly, out of nowhere, Helaena alluded the guards of her prison as they were escorting her to leap from the top of the tallest tower in the Red Keep.
The accounting really depends on what you believe is true.
If you believe that "The Brothel Queens" is true. Then the motive for Helaena killing herself was that she couldn't stand another night of being passed around.
If you don't believe in "The Brothel Queens" incident, then it's actually a mystery as to why she did it. The way I remember it being described was 'a sudden and powerful mania' that no one could explain. She simply had a burst of despairing sorrow and just decided to leap to her death.
Now that the show has given more context. It seems more relevant than ever that Aemond and Helaena die on the same day ... as well as "Blood & Cheese" being avenged. If you're a subscriber to Helaemond (like I am) then it's sort of a sign that they were always meant for another and Helaena was convinced that one could not live without the other in this world. "The Battle over the Gods' Eye" kinda wraps up Aemond and Helaena's storylines together.
Of course, if you're not a Helaemond Truther and you don't subscribe to "The Brothel Queens" narrative, then, you're probably still waiting to figure out why she did it.
And if you're one of those people, consider that she still had a young daughter that was alive and in Alicent's care. She hadn't killed herself yet despite both her boys being murdered. They were all in DEFCON 3 at the Red Keep knowing that Daeron was racing into the Crown Lands with the speed of the Devil, commanding the finest army in Westros, and having the Black Council and the Dragonseed Riders shitting themselves.
So why would Helaena choose when everyone in the Red Keep is begging Rhaeynra to give her and Alicent back to Daeron and make peace to kill herself? Circumstances being what they were, it was a matter of time before Daeron was going to come crashing through the main Black Army. All the momentum was on Helaena's side.
That's why I feel that the answer is obviously the combination of "The Brothel Queens" and Aemond's death.
She couldn't stand another night of being brutalized and debouched with the knowledge that her love was now dead and would never return to her. At that point Alicent had been raising Helaena's daughter for years and I'm sure - like everyone else - she believed that Daeron was gonna wipe the floor with Rhaenyra's Army and the Dragonseed Riders - which he did.
Helaemond is really the only answer I can see as a plausible explanation given the sanctioning by GRRM that "House of the Dragon" is the definitive canon of "The Dance of Dragons".
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