#then the reply is 'may the father of understanding guide us' as well

[teecupangel]

Heya! I wanted to say that I like reading what you post on your blog. ^^ Keep up the good work, and may the Great Father of Understanding guide us.

(Saying this cause I felt it was feeling. I'm an Assassin through and through, though. Lmao)

Aaawww, thank you so much! This good work is only possible because of the wonderful asks I get (and how understanding you guys are at how slow I can be at answering TTATT)

May the Father of Understanding guide us!

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 7 ( Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, slapping (brief), reader just letting out some aggression with Daddy's help, dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love her and tell her so a lot.

ANGST (because I'm me), the discuss more about what happened with the fallout of Gina and how they reacted when it came to Y/N. More insight into why the guys and Gina split (she's not a good woman). Reader does a thing at the end, I'm not calling it a cliffhanger but it could be construed as one.

Word Count: 5342

Series Here/ Donate to Me

“Would either of you like more coffee?”, your mom asked as the pot in her hand hovered over their cups. 

“Oh, no ma’am. Thank you though.”, Steve politely smiled as Eddie shook his head to answer her question as well. “The breakfast was delicious, sir. Thank you for allowing us to join you and your family.”

“Ok, calm down, son. That’s not the way to suck up to me and her mother.”

Both boys glance your way as you try to stifle your giggles behind you mug as you sip your coffee.

“I think I’m starting to see where princess gets her sarcasm from.”, the rockstar grins.

“Yeah, we spoiled her too much.”, you mom teases as you stick your tongue out at her reply. 

“If I may ask, what would be the way to suck up to you because we love Y/N very much and we would do anything possible to earn all three of your trust and acceptance back.”

The room became silent as Steve’s words hung in the air. 

“To be fair, honey, when it comes to us, our first experience with you is hurting our daughter. We didn’t even know she was seeing anyone again.”, you mother relayed as her eyes flicked towards you. “Everything we know about you is either from the tv or her when she came home crying.”

Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut as her words pierced his heart; they never wanted to be the ones responsible for your pain. 

“You may not like hearing it but it’s true. You have to accept what you did to her first before you can move forward. A thousand years of marriage taught us that.”

“Oh my God.”, your father sighs. “You calm down to. Everyone at this table is so theatrical. I need back up. Where is Mya?”

“Mya is probably knocked out but I’m sure she’ll be around later.”, you smile. “There’s a lake behind the house here if you guys want to go for a walk.”

“Yeah, we’d love that.”

***

“If you’d like after this, we can run to your hotel and grab your clothes so you can change. You can stay in our house to if you want.”

Eddie’s palm balances just under your own as you hold your arms out while walking along the bank of the water. 

“We don’t have to. I mean…we don’t want to over crowd you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Said the men who were asleep at the foot of my bed this morning.”

“We were worried about you.”, Steve replied as he carefully traveled behind you to make sure you didn’t fall. 

“Well, I’m offering but if you’d be more comfortable in the hotel I’d understand. My family and Mya can be a lot.”

As you jump down, the metalhead guides your decent making sure you’re alright before you three continue moving forward. 

“They are a part of you and you aren’t a lot.”

“Not enough to be open with me.”, you grumble before you watch their heads hang. “I’m sorry.”

“No, um, no reason to be. You’re right.”

“Can I ask…what’s been happening since I left?”

“Jesus, fucking everything.”, Steve sighs as he takes a seat under a tree and you both follow him down with you in between. “I have no idea how she’s doing all these interviews at one time. We can barely get through one in general without being exhausted.”

“Gina and her lawyer have been making the rounds on daytime talk shows and sites like TMZ. Our lawyer says that tactic works in our favor because she either puts her foot in her mouth or contradicts herself so we can use that in court.”, Eddie exhales heavily. “All we’ve done so far is make that statement on Harrington’s social media which everyone has picked apart already.”

“Did that do anything for you?”, the mogul asks as his gaze shifts your way. “We were hoping that referencing you that way in our statement would help keep all that chaos away a bit.”

“I wouldn’t know since I haven’t looked at my phone. The only reason I know you said anything is because I had a weak moment and scanned your profiles on my computer.” Your head hung for a moment before you sarcastically chuckled and looked his way. “Now Gina’s interview saying that you’re only dating me because I’m the opposite of her, that was an accident. My mom was watching her morning shows and…”

“She’s not entirely wrong.” Your head swiveled towards Eddie as you waited for him to explain. “You ARE the complete opposite of her which is another reason we love you. If we wanted another Gina we could have just stayed with her.”

Your eyes closed at the words “we love you’, not quite ready to believe and accept them just yet. 

“So, yeah, did you guys have a lake like this back in Hawkins?”

“Y/N—”

“We should probably get you to your hotel so you can change and get your stuff.”, you interrupt as you hastily rise to your feet and dust off your pants. 

“Baby—”

“No.”, you growl as you put up your hand to cut him off. “No, Steve. You both don’t get to call me that right now. Don’t let this whole thing fool you. I’m still incredibly angry with you and it’s going to take more than a conversation and a meal with my parents to get me back.”

Silently the three of you walk back to your house but your mom’s loud voice cuts through the winter air as you come around the corner. 

“…and after the things she’s saying about MY daughter?! Gina Frost can go fuck herself!”

Eddie moves first, powerwalking forward and placing himself between a well-dressed man and your mother. 

“If I were you, Daniel, I would get in your car and go back to New York.”

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Munson? I’m not a woman you and your friend are dating so I imagine not.”, the man responds sarcastically. 

The rockstar angerly steps towards him but you hastily grab his arm and in return he stands up straighter to make sure you’re shielded with his body. 

“Is this Miss Y/L/N? I just need to talk with you if you’re able—”

“She’s not involved in anything between us and Gina. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with our lawyer.”, Steve defends, placing himself beside his friend to block the man from you and your family. 

“Trying to silence another woman, gentlemen?”

“No.”, you answer for them as you push forward. “They don’t speak for me nor would they ever try. You have one minute to say what you want before my father gets involved and trust me, you thought my mom was combative?”

“Can I at least have a minute alone—”

“No. 55 seconds.”

The man reaches into his pocket and hands you a card that you pass to your mother around your protecters. 

“I’m looking for some more character witnesses to corroborate Gina’s statements—”

“Oh, honey, I’m the last person you should ask because from what I’ve heard our experiences with these men have been very different. 30 Seconds.”

“Are they? How was the charity event? They used to bring her every year.”

“She was their partner. Try again. 25 seconds.”

“It took them awhile to do it. Even longer for her to move into their apartment. How long have you three been together?”

“Who says we’re together? They’re my friends. 15 seconds; you better make them count.”

“Gina was their friend for years before they got together and before they started lavishing her in gifts and all that material bullshit. How long was it until they started doing the same with you? This case was started almost 7 months ago. When did your friendship with them begin?”

Your eyes blink as your jaw tightens and you try to hide the doubt that hits your heart at his line of questioning. 

“Time’s up. Get off my family’s property now.”

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You sit quietly as you stare vacantly out the window while both men quickly change and place themselves on the bed in front of you.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”, Steve asks with a soft tone as both men’s eyes constantly scan you over with concern. 

“I don’t want to believe him…”

“But you do?”, Eddie follows trying to hide the pain in his voice. 

“I can’t help it. You hid things from me and then you fucking left! No, you expected me to be ok with you disappearing for ‘some time’ which is way worse.”

“Fuck me her lawyer is fucking good.”, the mogul breathily laughs as he shakes his head. “Yeah, the case was started two months before we met you but do you know how long we were separated before we ever considered trying to find a partner again? Eight months. Eight months of alcohol filled days and hiding in our apartment because the idea of going out sounded exhausting. Eight months of watching her plaster her pages with pictures of her tongue down other men’s throats after deleting everything that had to do with us.”

“When we got served those papers, we spiraled even more.”, the other boy continued. “It finally got to the point where I told him we needed to try and get back out there. We started slow going out to bars or parties and we met so many women, Y/N. They would fucking beg to come home with us but we could never do it.”

“Not the right target?”, you sass but regret it immediately when their hurt and anger filled eyes meet yours. 

“We told you when we first spoke with you that we aren’t into ‘yes’ girls and that’s all they were. We went to the site and it was a bunch of the same shit.”

Steve pulled out his phone and ran his fingers along the screen until he found what he wanted and began reading. 

“Please Daddy. I’ll do anything to be yours especially if you can afford to get me something as expensive as your shoes! I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m not really into the threesome thing but if you show me your faces I can pick one of you and give you the best sex you’ve had in your life.”

“I’d love to meet you but we may need to go to the mall first. You can’t take me out in cheap clothes like the ones you’re wearing.”

Your eyes rolled as you listened to what the other Babies had said to them hating that women like them existed especially since you knew a lot of “Daddies” preferred that. After pushing another button on his phone, a high-pitched giggle filled the room.

“Stevie! Answer the phooooooone! Ugh, fine. Whatever. I just wanted to call to tell you guys I won’t be able to make it tonight for dinner. My friends are doing this thing and its sooooo stupid. Do, um, do you think you can send me $300 so I can have some real fun? I promise I’ll make it up to you two! Love you!”

“Steve, I’m out here fucking waiting for you. Why aren’t you here? If this is about me saying I didn’t feel like sleeping next to trailer trash tonight, Eddie knows I didn’t mean it. I was just…you know how I am when I get upset and he promised to take me with him to that interview with Kimmel so I could meet him backstage! It’s not my fault I got wasted and made him miss the stupid plane.”

“Fuck you both! I’m fucking done! I needed you this weekend and neither of you were there! The fucking press and people on the street are calling me a fucking whore and TMZ is making the rounds with my fucking mugshot! You’re going to regret throwing me away! The least you can do is send me some money for the hotel since I can’t go fucking home now.”

“Wow…well she sounds like a winner.”

“Stop it.”, Eddie rumbled in his Daddy tone that had you unintentionally sitting up straighter. “We’re trying to explain something and this is serious, Y/N. Every Baby we talked to reminded us of her…except you.”

“And it’s not because we were targeting you or needed you to show how, I don’t know, how fucking amazing we are or some shit because we aren’t. We’re flawed and sometimes we can definitely be assholes but I swear to God, Y/N, we never meant to hurt you. These past few months have seriously been the best of our entire lives. I offer to pay for things and take care of you because I love you. No, hey, look at me.”, Steve scolds when you avert your gaze at his declaration again. 

“It’s not because we need to establish a relationship quickly or whatever Gina’s lawyer is preaching. You have never tried to take advantage us and selfishly we took advantage of that by commanding you to wait in your apartment without telling you want was going on. That’s never going to happen again, baby girl, and I don’t care what I have to do to make sure it doesn’t.”

“Trust us, sweetheart, the speed of this relationship startled us to. We constantly asked ourselves if we were moving too fast even though we told you we needed to go slow. But like Steve said everything we do is because we love you… I love you.”

Your eyes took them in as they spoke, fully absorbing what they were telling you. 

“Is there anything else I should know about you and her?” After exchanging a look, they shake their heads. “Please don’t lie to me.”

“We’re not, baby, we promise.” As tears cloud your vision, you close your eyes to try and suffocate them as they betray you, falling down your cheek. Ringed hands cup your face as a forehead presses to yours. “What can we do, Y/N? Tell us how we can help, princess.”

“I want to be mad at you.”, you whisper.

Eddie’s head straightens, understanding what you need. 

“Then be mad. Let it all out, baby. You aren’t at home and we’re on the top floor. Shout, scream, hell, hit us if you need to. Just like you we know the word and we know when to use it.” Still seeing trepidation in your eyes, he clears his throat as he stands to his full height. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be a little baby.”, he coos with a mocking tone that has you standing to match him. 

“I’m not being a baby!”

“Oh really, little girl? Sound like a baby to me.”

Your palms reach out to shove him but the rockstar quickly bounces back as you push at him again a bit harder.

“M’NOT a baby! I have every right to be angry with you!”

“Yeah, ya do, baby! Let it out! Tell me why you’re angry with us!”

“I was ALWAYS vulnerable with you and more than accommodating but you both couldn’t do the same with me! You hurt me!”, you screamed as you began punching his chest with your fist barely moving him in place. “You made me feel like trash! You took me out and treated me like a queen but as soon as things got hard for you two you threw me away!”, you began to sob. “You gave me hope that I could finally be fucking happy after what Holden did and then with one letter you ripped it all away!”

Dropping your arms to your sides, they watched as your body shook as the tears continued to flow. Abruptly, you turned to leave but when Steve’s hand reached out to grab your wrist, your palm reeled back before smacking him hard across the face. 

The mogul didn’t say at word or let you go as his head swiveled back and his forehead fell on yours. Your eyes remained zeroed in on his chest as it heavily rose and fell with each angry pant, matching you own as the intense energy hung in the air. Again, you slapped him but it wasn’t as hard as before. Repeating your actions, the force of your palm connecting with his cheek became less and less until you were just cupping his face in your hands. 

Your lips roughly attach to his as a small whine leaves your throat at the taste you missed so much. A needy atmosphere replaces the old one and Steve’s strong palms grip your thighs as you jump up to wrap your limbs around him. 

Tumbling onto the bed behind you, the mogul desperately tugs down your jeans and panties as you fumble with his belt before reaching into to his own pants to free his cock. The two of you groan into each other’s mouths as you collect some of your slick with his tip and guide him into your entrance.

Hovering above you, Steve delivers a couple of slow but deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling shut and your fingers threading through his hair when his entire body presses against yours. 

“We’re so sorry, honey.”, he whispered breathlessly. “Mmph—ah, fuck—we didn’t think…fucking stupid.”

You shook your head and pushed his closer to your neck as your legs clung to him tightly.

“It hurt me the most be-because…Jesus Christ, Daddy, just like that.”

“Because why, baby? Tell Daddy.”

Your pussy clenched around him as his heavy pants rippled through your ear making you mewl as he pumped into you at a harder pace.

“Because I love you to, Steve.”

The moan that rumbled through him was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard as he thrust into you so fast the bed shook aggressively underneath you. Keeping his arms secure around you, the man pushed up onto his knees, bringing you with him as he continued to thrust upwards as your palms held his face and his eyes locked in on yours. 

“Please…again…”

“I love you, Steve, so much.”

“Oh shit.”

As he pressed his head into your chest, you felt his release begin to paint your insides and at the sudden action your body trembled as you came.

When you glanced his way, Eddie couldn’t wait any longer, having been stroking his cock at the display before him and desperate to feel you in his arms again. Pulling you off his friend, he stepped out of his jeans and threw of his shirt, positioning you onto all fours with your ass in perfect view for him. 

The rockstars fingers dug into your thick hips as he slid himself inside you and leaned over to lay his chest against your back. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, we missed you so much. I promise we will—mmm—never make you feel like that again. You deserve the world, baby.”

With your eyes close, your mouth blindly searched for his and he obliged as your lips passionately mingled together. 

“I-I love you to, Eddie. Fuck, Daddy, please… harder.”

Pushing up onto his palms, he pulled his cock all the way back before slamming back into your cunt hitting that soft spot inside of you repeatedly that had you a moaning mess. His sweaty forehead was resting on the side of yours and as you opened your eyes, you watched as his gorgeous features contorted into pleasure as he picked up his rhythm.

“That’s it, Daddy. M-Make me cum.”

You couldn’t help but smirk when his nose scrunched in focus as he did what you requested. Falling completely on top of you, your hand quickly grabbed his as your pussy quivered around him and you whimpered as the coil snapped in your belly. The feeling was almost too much for Eddie as his pace sputtered and he grunted against your skin as his release filled you. 

After gently pulling his softening cock out of your now sore but content body, Eddie rolled you onto your back and continued to kiss any part of your neck and face he could reach until a second set of lips joined him on your opposite side. 

“I forgive you.”, you mumble causing their movements to stall before they raised both their heads to look at you. “I forgive you. I’m sorry I broke your rule about googling you. I only looked up your lawyer’s information. I swear I haven’t be looking up information since—”

Steve’s palm over your mouth cut you off.

“We understand. That rule was bullshit anyway… Another way for us to hide Gina.”

“We looked through your socials.”, Eddie revealed as his hand brushed some of your hair away from your face. “We had never done it before because, like you said, we wanted to learn about you from you but when we couldn’t get a hold of you…”

“Did you find anything interesting?”, you tease making both men smile.

“There’s a video on there one of your kids tagged you in where they were joking with you about slang or something. They seem to really love you.” Eddie’s grin grows when you lightly giggle. “Y/N, we’re sorry about not updating you more on our case. It didn’t even occur to us how this could ripple out and affect your job.”

“We’d hate ourselves if we were the reason you lost something like that.”

“I forgive you.”, you repeat before continuing. “I do have to make it clear, though, that this can’t happen again. I meant what I said, I do love you both but I’m not going through all of this again. I…refuse to.”

Their lips kiss your cheeks as they hold you tighter to them. 

“This is never happening again, sweetheart.”

“We promise, honey.”

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As you step out of the shower at your house, you smile as you listen to Eddie’s cackle echo through the house at something your dad said before Steve’s lighthearted tone tried defending whatever was said. 

Glancing towards the drawer by your bed, you let out a heavy sigh before reaching in and grabbing your device to scroll through the screen. 

All of your socials had tags attached that you assumed were people claiming the “mystery woman” was you and the comments everyone was saying in response. There were a ton of emails from news outlets asking for you to say something or give them a quote to confirm it was indeed you that went to the charity event with them but thankfully nothing from your boss or the school. 

You saw a bunch of texts from Mya, your mom, and surprising your ex who assured you he wouldn’t say another to the press even though a few got his information as well. 

Going through your voicemails, you skipped passed reporters and the couple from Gina’s lawyer that you couldn’t care less about until a familiar voice followed through your phone. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckled with a slight slur in his tone that told he was probably drunk at the time. “I just wanted to call you myself because…Because I was thinking about you. I think about you a lot…like all the time, Y/N. Even before all this bullshit with our ex… I would be in the studio with the guys and be like ‘I wonder what pretty girl is up to?’ You’re so beautiful, baby, inside and out. I had a dream about you last night. I was back home in my trailer and I heard you screaming outside. I ran to find you b-b-but I couldn’t. I started panicking like ‘She’s gonna think I didn’t try…try to come save her.’”, he sobs making your heart break at the sound. 

“No matter what, princess, I’d be here for you. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone as much I love you… Fuck…I shouldn’t leave t-this on your machine. Pfft, Machine. Like it’s the 90s still.”, Eddie laughs at his own joke. “Anyway, um, yeah…I just wanted you to know…that we miss you an we love you, baby. We so sorry…”

The rest of the message was his heavy breathing where you assumed he fell asleep making your grin grow as you wiped one of the tears that fell. Pushing the button for the next message, Steve’s gravelly voice followed. 

“Hey, Y/N. Um, I’m so bad with these things. Eddie’s a lot better with technology than I am but I’m so desperate to hear your voice, honey. I miss the sound so much and not just your voice but your cute little laugh or even the adorable way you sneeze with your entire soul.” When he laughed you giggled along with him. “Jesus…we really fucked up, huh, baby girl? When I was a kid, I would watch women come and go from my dad’s office and I would think ‘I’m never going to be like him. If I had a good woman like my mom at home I would never hurt her like this. I would never make her feel unloved or unwanted.’… We understand if you need some space… I just…I just don’t want you to think we’re doing ok without you. We love you, Y/N.”

When you selected the next message, you have expected it to be another declaration of love or an apology from the guys but when a high pitched sigh came through grating your ears you were surprised. 

“I hope I’m calling the right number. I’m usually a texter but I felt like something like this required a call. My name is Gina Frost and I am Eddie and Steve’s ex. Listen, honey, for your own good, leave them now while your heart is still intact. I spent years trying to be what they wanted me to be and it was never enough. The first time I stood up for myself was when I left them and they dragged my name through the mud! They are great at twisting the truth to fit their narratives. Don’t get pulled in. Would you be willing to meet with me so we can talk?”

You growled at her tone and accusations as what they told you, her voicemails on their phone, and what she said about you on national television swirled around your head.

Opening your Instagram, you uploaded three images with different captions. The first was from the night of charity event that Stephanie took of you three before you left the apartment with you in-between them and their arms wrapped around your waist posing with their other hands pushed in their pocket. Your grin stood out as you laughed at their insistence to not smile in pictures so it looked “sexy yet intimidating” while showing you a demonstration. 

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N and as a lot of you may have noticed I am the woman that went with Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington to the event last month. I have known these men for a few months and have been in an intimate relationship with them for some time. For my privacy and because of the things being said online by Miss Frost, they tried to protect me by referring to me in the media as ‘just a friend’. I hope that notion alone goes into the column that they are not the lies that people have said about them. I love them both with every fiber of my being and I have never felt safer in my life then in these men’s company.”

The second image was a video of you and Steve sitting in your living room on the floor where you were trying to put one of your face masks on him while he kept making jokes to keep you laughing. 

“Why is it, cold?!”

“Because, you dork! It good for your skin now stop moving.”

When he playfully sticks out your tongue to lick your wrist as it grazes his lips, you can’t help but lean back on your knees as your tummy shakes with almost uncontrollable giggles. 

“Steven! Stoooop.”

“You want me to stop being adorable? I can’t do that, honey. That would be like asking me to stop breathing.”

“Steve Harrington is one of the kindest souls I have ever met even going overboard sometimes. I thoroughly believe that if he could move heaven and earth with his own two hands just to see me smile he would. He has never once asked me to change who I am but has himself adjusted his own personality to make me comfortable without me even asking. I love him as is but he can be stubborn when it comes to people he genuinely cares about. 

Your third video had Eddie straddling your waist while pinning your wrists to the floor. The power had gone out due to a storm so you three had been passing the time anyway you could think. While play wrestling, he got the upper hand and leaned down to kiss your lips. 

“Woooo! And Eddie Munson wins by a landslide!”

While he pretends to be praised by a nonexistent audience, you wrap your arms around his waist and push your chest against his bare one, flipping you both around till he was underneath you. 

“Oh no! And with the cruel hands of fate, Eddie Munson is no more.”

You giggle as he closes his eyes and pretends to pass out before you lean down to kiss him, making him grin as his fingers tangle in your hair. When you go to sit up, some of your locks get tangled in the metal of one us rings and his playful tone promptly changes to a concerned one. 

“Oh, hang on, princess, I got you here. There we go. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Good.”, he beams up at you when your shake your head and the video stop as he leans up to wrap his arms around you in a big bear hug. 

“Eddie Munson is so sweet and caring. He’s very protective and does whatever he can to make sure I know I’m safe whether that be by making me laugh or holding my hand till I feel comfortable. He’s never belittled me or physically hurt me in any manner unlike men from my past. I love this goofy rockstar and there is no place I feel safer or more at home than in his arms. 

Gina Frost believes that these men chose me because I’m nothing like her and I genuinely believe that is the only thing she’s said with any truth. I would never hurt them the way she did and continues to do even though they are no longer in her life. They deserved better than you and I will do whatever I can to make them happy because they do that for me every single day.”

As soon as you posted your response, a small wave of fear rumbled in your stomach as the likes began to quickly fill up your notifications until you noticed the only two handles that matter when it came to your words. 

 “@thereal_EddieMunson liked your post.”

“@thereal_EddieMunson added your post to his story: “My princess is a queen 🤘.”

“@StevenHarringtonOfficial liked your post.”

“@StevenHarringtonOfficial added your post to his story: “I would move the stars in the sky if she asked me to.”

A wide smile paints your face as you blush and hastily get dressed to skip downstairs. 

“Jesus, child. Took you long enough. Were you writing your memoirs up there?”, you father joked as you came around to hop on a stool at your kitchen counter next to Eddie who was picking at the appetizers your mom had made while dinner was being prepared. 

As you reach for a slice of garlic bread, the rockstar leans towards you to kiss your cheek before taking your other hand in his and placing it on his lap. 

Steve, who was helping by cutting up vegetables, met your eyes across the marble and smirked as he gave you an adorable little wink.

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[whereserpentswalk]

There was a preacher who died, and became one of the few humans to go to the heaven of his god Christ after his death. He was greeting by a golden city, filled with strange angels with firey wings and shining eyes. The sky was above him and below him, and it was black and it was bright.

When he stepped into the gates of this heaven, the golden city was massive, yet almost empty, few walked it's streets. It had been made big enough for every human to live to walk through it, yet it had been open to so very few, most of the buildings were empty, the streets always wider than they needed to be, and lights rarely on. Even most of the angels had fallen away.

A lone angel guided the preacher through the city, and the first thing the preacher asked was, "I would like to see my daughter here. She had died before me, she would be waiting here for me I'm sure."

The angel replied in a glassy and inhuman voice, "No. She is elsewhere. She was a homosexual. You had preached many times that her kind would not be accepted here when you lived on earth. I recall you had said such words exactly to her. You should not have been suprised to be correct." The angel did not understand when the preacher wept.

The preacher than asked the angel, "Still then, perhaps I may see my father. I always wished to see him again here."

The angel replied, "He is here neither. I question why you wonder this? He was an adulterer, for that you cursed him well, and gave him your anger. Why do you want him here now for what you cursed him for on earth?"

The preacher wept again, but than asked, "Than may I at least see my brother? He has committed no act of grave sin has he?"

The angel replied, "Your brother was an atheist. Did your books not so clearly say that he who rejects the lord may not be let to his kingdom? You had preached such words on earth, and said such words to him? Why have you changed so much in death."

The preacher wept again and replied, "Than I am alone here. So may I at least see Christ so that I may than have someone?"

The angel walked him up a castle with a thousand steps, past great cannons and ballistas that were used to fight non christian spirits. Past the endless hallways and the rivers of wine that was blood and blood that was wine. And Christ sat on his golden throne, with his crown still of thorns, and his eyes still black, and wrists and ankles still bleeding endlessly into the night.

And the preacher begged Christ, "Please. Send me away. Send me to whatever hell you have dammed the others. I cannot be here if I am alone."

[xaytheloser]

The Prince in a Gilded Cage

characters: Dark Cacao Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie Tw: manipulation, warping one's morality, isolation, kidnapping, my shit ass writing (while Mystic Flour Cookie's gender is unknown, I will be using she/her for them for this fic)

"leave him be, in due time, he shall see that this is for the best." "..." "oh, come now, Dark Cacao Cookie... you do not wish to fail him like you did before... do you?" "...no. I do not." "that is what I thought, in order for your kingdom to prosper, some extremes are necessary to be made... your son may not understand now, but he will, in due time..." .... Dark Cacao had been having more frequent conversations with the Light of Resolution, at least.. that has what the ancient beast Mystic Flour Cookie had been disguising herself as.. the king had been placed under some form of.. possession, his morality and mind warping into a more twisted version of his former self.. "your kingdom is at risk, Dark Cacao Cookie.. listen to me... I shall guide you.." the king began pushing his workers to the brink of exhaustion, applying even more heavy layers of chocolate to the ever growing wall, not only did the king now demand that the wall strengthen in thickness, he demanded it's height to increase. now the wall nearly covered the entire citadel, casting it into a large looming shadow. perimeter checks around the citadel's borders become the regular, with soldiers being forced to track the harsh blizzard ridden territory for the slightest threat. the king also had a new objective, to find his son. the "Light of Resolution" stated the reason behind this as for him to... "make amends" with his lost son, and while Dark Cacao had thought about sending soldiers out for his son, he was hesitant until the Light of Resolution... persuaded him.. "you wish to make things right between the two of you?" "...yes, desperately so..." "hmph... then do it." .... "...father..?" the harsh wind howled through the air, Dark Cacao and his troops had trashed Dark Choco Cookie's camp site, his tent in shambles and belongings scatters throughout the site. the father and son stood and stared at each other, all while Mystic Flour did her work in warping the king's thoughts once more.. "you wish to make things right, correct? then make it right." "yes.. soldiers, restrain my son." "..what..?" Dark Cacao watched as his soldiers tackled his son to the ground, pinning him down without any second thought, all while the "Light of Resolution" whispered into his ear, "soon, you will have the happy family that you desire.." .... sweets, rainbow jellies, books, warm clothes, all the things that Dark Choco could desire, nothing could get the young prince out of his silent brooding state. his room was locked heavily, chains and padlocks covering his door, as to prevent his escape, his father even made sure to lock him up in the highest tower, without a window.. his father would visit him, bring him meals, and trying to get back even a semblance of normality between him and his son.. but Dark Choco talked about nothing than about his release. "father, I-" "it is out of the question, Dark Choco Cookie, you shall not be let out until it is safe for you.." "I am not a child, father, I do not need your protection, it was you who taught me to protect myself, now, you want me to stay here, only to follow your orders like some child..?" "...." his father never replied to his questions, shutting them down whenever he speak up, leaving his heavily guarded room, and locking him all by himself again. .... the cold winter wind howled outside, Dark Choco Cookie could not sleep, he did not wish to sleep.. he had to find out what was wrong with his father, he knew that.. something was wrong... *CLANK!* Dark Choco heard the locks to his room unlock, with a heavy creek of the door opening.. "...Caramel Arrow... Cookie..?" "my prince.. come with me.. I know that the king is not well.. I aim to help aid him.... will you assist me?" "..." ....

[tiramisuucakeee]

6. SLOW DANCING

( sunflower, yang jungwon )

it was the night of the dance, and in the luxurious l/n penthouse, two parents gushed at how gorgeous their daughter looked, dressed in a long dark red dress, however, her date was not doing so well.

jungwon stood anxiously on the elevator, tapping his feet against the shiny floor, watching as he rode higher into the clouds through the glass panel separating him and a most probable mortal fall.

“i can do this, i can do this,” he kept repeating to himself, now facing the wide door of the place you lived in, slowly raising his hand to knock.

but before he could, he spotted a doorbell. this was his first problem. should he knock of the door, or ring the doorbell? would your parents get mad at him if he knocked on the door like he was always used to? his aunt taught him that was what people do, but maybe your family was different.

“what do i do?” jungwon murmured, and stepped back, taking his phone out of his pocket, to text someone.

“happy. do i knock on a door that has a doorbell. or do i ring the doorbell.” he read out loud his message, and instantly received the reply. “who is he calling dumb? excuse you happy, i’m being considerate…” he clicked his tongue, putting away the device and ringing the bell.

inside, you paced around the living room, while your parents chatted, being interrupted by a small beep.

“he’s here,” you paused, suddenly feeling ill. “i can’t do this, i can’t go to the dance, i am gonna fall and ruin everything…”

your mother smiled fondly at you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “daughter of mine, don’t be nervous. if you do, and your date is just as great as you old us, i’m sure he’ll catch you.”

“no, mom, you don’t understand, just tell him something came up or i don’t know,” you whined, and looked at your father, “please?”

“don’t get me involved in your love life,” he shook his head. “you better compose yourself in three seconds because i am going to let him in,” he sang, walking over to the door.

“no, no, no, no, no, this is bad,” you panicked, biting your lip and tried to calm yourself down, thinking about how insignificant this moment may probably be to the course of the universal history. you were just a teenage girl going to a dance with a teenage boy, it wasn’t like you two had the power to destroy and change universes.

“you must be my daughters’ date, jungwon?” your father opened the door, revealing a figure, standing with a bouquet of sunflowers and a box in his hands.

“yes sir, i am him,” jungwon cursed himself in his mind for speaking so formally, steve’s politeness had rubbed on him.

your father let him in, closing the door and guiding jungwon to the living room, where he almost dropped to his knees.

“wow,” he said, out of breath. he felt like he could admire you for ages.

you walked over to him, finally feeling comfortable with the moment. “hi.”

“h-hi- hey,” he blinked, almost dropping his things, but being able to catch them with his quick reflexes. “i almost forgot, i brought you, this, flowers and cookies.”

you gasped at the sight of the box, it was the same girl scout cookies the man from the liquor shop sells to you. the same exact flavor. “chocolate chip,” jungwon said.

“i love these,” you beamed, and instinctively pulled him for a hug, as he quickly took the two things out of the way, feeling your body close to his, his heart beating strong against his chest.

“okay, stop hugging or we will make you two be a minimum of three meters apart from each other forever, got it?” your dad pulled you away, before jungwon handed you the things.

“dad, calm down, he was just being nice, and i was nice back, hugs are nice,” you rolled your eyes, placing the bouquet of beautiful sunflowers and box of cookies down on the center table.

“you are too nice,” your father remarked.

“right,” you chuckled, and jumped back to jungwon’s side, feeling a small tickle in your skin. “we’re leaving now, the driver is waiting for us right?”

“yes, he’s already waiting,” your mother answered, coming over to you and placing a small kiss on your forehead. “have the time of your life, daughter.”

she then stood in front of jungwon, who was completely smitten by your smile. “you, young man, you are so lucky,” she laughed. “by her side, all night, i don’t want any calls telling me her date left her alone, got it?”

“yes ma’am,” jungwon sternly nodded, this moment was much more important to him that being a spider at night was. he could just do that later.

!

the whole car ride, your hand was tangled with jungwon’s, your head on his shoulder, as he caressed your fingers softly. he felt so comforting, that you could almost fall asleep in his arms.

“do you really want to go to this dance?” you asked, he hummed, a thoughtful sound that vibrated against you.

“we could just, i don’t know, do something else,” you said. “like, go to a restaurant to eat something, or walk around until we get to the next city,” you laughed.

“sure, because that’s really safe,” jungwon chuckled, “do you really not want to go? after all the effort you put in organizing the place?”

“i couldn’t care less about it, dance or no dance, i just want to be with you right now, if i could, i would stay like this forever,” you sighed and looked up at him, and by seeing how dangerously close his face was to yours, you hid back into his shoulder shyly, feeling a warm laugh leave his chest.

“alright, we can do whatever you want, but i have to get a dance atleast,” he said, making you jump up.

“mr. driver, please take us to duke palace,” you giggled, it was your absolute favorite place to eat in the world.

the driver nodded, changing his route. “would you like me to notify your parents about the new plan?” he asked.

“please do, and let my mother know jungwon is still by my side,” you said.

“duke palace?” said jungwon, when you laid back on him. “i’ve never heard of that place, is it good?”

“only the best, nothing compares” you said, your heart pounding as his thumb drew slow, deliberate circles on the back of your hand.

“huh, if you say so,” he replied, his voice a little softer now.

“i don’t say so, i know so,” you retorted, humming in satisfaction about taking someone to the best place of earth, and closed your eyes.

soon enough, the driver arrived at the restaurant, dropping you and jungwon off. both of you making your way inside the place hand-in-hand, being met with a warm, dim lighting that wraps around you as an invitation. the rich, deep hues of burgundy and gold create an intimate atmosphere, where low murmurs and laughter mingle with the soft notes of a saxophone weaving through the air.

“i’ve never been in a place like this before,” jungwon gapped at the sight, the sounds, and even the smell. the air is infused with the enticing aroma of seasoned meats and fresh herbs.

you two didn’t look so much out of place, as many costumers were dressed formally, as if it was a gala, clinking their glasses and laughing.

he continued looking around like a lost puppy, as you two are guided through large, arched doors, into to a charming terrace that overlooks the city. the balcony is draped with twinkling fairy lights.

a small stage at the far end hosts a trio - piano, double bass, and trumpet - each musician lost in the rhythm, as they pour their souls into the music.

after ordering some food and drinks, you waited, listening to the music.

“is this supposed to be considered a date?” jungwon dares to ask.

“i don’t know, what do you think?” you replied, getting a bit flushed.

“can it be a pre-date, date?” he said.

“pre-date, date? i don’t think i’ve ever heard that before,” you furrow your brows, and then he explains. “yeah, like, a date before an actual formal date. i just, for a long time, i’ve had planned out a first date if i ever were to talk to you,” he said.

“you’ve planned a date with me how long ago?” you asked.

“like, freshman year,” he answered in a low voice, feeling embarrassed.

this you did not expect. “jungwon, we’ve talked over game day, we’ve been in the same classes, and somehow you still waited to the last year of school to ask me out?”

“i honestly dont know why, i don’t know how i missed out on so much,” he said.

“meaning?” you furrowed your brows.

“i had every opportunity to talk to you, but i never could, i always admired you from afar, i never thought that you would be interested in me, until that happened in my home,” said jungwon.

his words felt so real, so sincere. “but you finally got the girl, and you bet i’m going nowhere,” you extended your pinky finger towards him, “are you?”

jungwon smirked, amused at the idea, “i would never dream of it.” he joined his pinky finger with yours tightly.

!

“i seriously have never eaten something as good as that,” jungwon leaned back in his chair, letting the cold night air hit his face.

“did you really like it?” you asked, wanting to get more of his input. his opinion just seemed like a reward for your pick on the restaurant.

he turned to you, that mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “i loved it,” he said, his voice a little too sincere. then, without warning, he reached over and grabbed your hand. his fingers laced with yours, warm against the cool night air. “can i tell you something, y/n?”

your heart skipped. “yeah, of course.” you couldn’t help but hang on his every word.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt like this for anyone, if i did, it had to be you, it just had to,” jungwon spoke his heart out, “sometimes it unbelievable, to believe you exist in the same time as me. out of all the girls the universe could have made me like, it had to be you,”

“you really have a way with words, yang,” you shook your head embarrassingly, while he kept teasing you.

after a few more minutes of messing around, you were replying the missing calls from your friends. they’d been calling you for a while now, wondering where you’d disappeared to, not even showing up for the dance. the night soon got darker, and it was time to go.

jungown stopped in his tracks as you two walked to leave, “actually, you still owe me that dance,” he tugged you close, pulling you into a spin before you could say anything else. you barely had time to catch your balance, your hand pressing against his chest to keep you from falling. he was so close now, your faces inches apart, his breath warm on your skin

“i believe i do,” you both looked at each other, then, from across the balcony, a trumpet sounded once again, followed by a few more notes from the jazz band nearby. “i think this is the perfect moment,” you said.

“you couldn’t have said it better,” he grinned, taking you two towards a more open area, the tiny empty dance floor, not even bothering to mention the small stares from costumers.

jungwon’s hand slid effortlessly to the small of your back, guiding you into a slow, fluid rhythm. the music swirled around you, the warm notes of the jazz band weaving through the night air. it was smooth and free, the kind of song that made you feel like you were floating, and the way jungwon moved with you made it feel like you were both part of something timeless, like the city itself was dancing along with you.

he twirled you gently, bringing you back toward him in a seamless motion. his eyes never left yours. there was something about the way he held you that made your chest tighten, the air between you electric.

“you’re really good at this,” you said, breathless, your hand resting on his shoulder. “is this a hidden talent of yours or what?”

he grinned, that charm shining through. “maybe, maybe not. but you’re not that bad yourself” his words were light, but his eyes were intense, like he was fighting the urge to say something else. he fingers brushed the edge of your waist, sending a spark up your spine.

the song flowed on, the band playing around you, and for a moment it felt like you and jungwon were the only ones on earth. his movements were smooth, confident, like he’d done this a thousand times, but the way his eyes lingered on yours made it clear this was a different kind of special.

as the song began to slow, jungwon’s hands moved closer to your face, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. you both stopped dancing for a moment, the music still playing softly in the background, the moment between you growing heavier. his breath was warm against your lips, and you could feel the tension building, thick in the air. there was no need for words anymore.

just as you both leaned in, inches apart, the sound of applause from the jazz band broke the spell. the trumpet player called out, his voice warm and friendly, but full of a mischievous edge.

“you two! you’re really good!” he shouted with a smile, clapping his hands. “you make a great pair! haven’t seen kids dance like that in years!”

both of you jumped back, startled, as if the world had shifted back into place. jungwon laughed nervously, his cheeks tinged pink, looking almost embarrassed.

you swallowed hard, trying to shake the tension from your body, the moment still lingering between you, but now broken, scattered by the band's interruption. jungwon gave you a sheepish smile, brushing his hair out of his face.

“i guess... we make a great pair,” he said, the words tasting a little different now, a little more loaded than before.

“you two are a special kind, eh?” the member of the band spoke, seeing the flicker in your eyes when looking at each other. “a spark like that, you must pay a heavy price to have something like it.”

!

jungwon and you were back at your house, standing at the front door, as something lingered in the air.

you swung back and forth in your heels, your hands on his. “so…, i guess this is goodbye for tonight?”

jungwon nodded, but the way his eyes lingered on yours told you something more. "yeah... i guess so..." his voice was almost strained, like he was holding back something he couldn’t quite say.

“uh huh, tell aunt may i said hi, alright?” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and went to ring the doorbell, before you could press it, jungwon’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with surprising urgency. the touch was electrifying, and you froze.

"wait-" his voice was sharp, his breath catching, as if he’d just realized he was about to let something slip by. “just, let me do something, real quick, okay? trust me.”

you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. his eyes were wide, a little frantic, but there was something else there too. hope. desire. something that felt like it was bursting to break through.

you swallowed hard, feeling the pull of his gaze on you. the air was thick now, you hesitated, feeling that same pull in the space between you.

“i trust you,” you muttered, almost as if it was the only thing you could say in that moment.

he looked like he was about to say something else, but instead, he took a small step closer. his face was inches from yours, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes, like he was weighing the risk. then, without another word, jungwon leaned in, just enough that you could feel his breath, warm and steady. your heart was pounding louder in your ears now, your pulse racing.

for a second, you thought he was going to kiss you, then, just as your lips were about to brush, he stopped.

he froze.

“are you... sure?” he whispered, his voice low, but intense. his breath was hot on your face, and you could feel the tension vibrating between you both. the moment was teetering on the edge.

you felt your stomach tighten, your own breath coming out in uneven bursts. you could see it in his eyes, he was holding back.

why?

“have i not been obvious enough?” you looked at him, as he towered your figure. “i need this, please.”

that was all he needed. jungwon eyes softened, and then, in an instant, he closed the distance between you.

his lips crashed into yours, urgent and desperate, like he had been waiting for this moment far longer than either of you had realized. his hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as your bodies aligned, pressing against each other.

you let out a breath, feeling the heat of him, his mouth moving against yours, the rhythm of his kiss slow, but building, as if he couldn't get enough.

it was like all the tension, the want that had been building between you two all night, broke loose. his hand went from your neck to your waist, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't help but respond, your body moving toward his, hands sliding up to his shoulders, as a small shiver run up your spine.

for a moment, you forgot about everything, about the world, the night, the doorbell. there was only him, and the feeling of his lips, the warmth of his body against yours. the need you'd both been holding onto melted away, and it was just you and him, together in this moment, no hesitation, no more interruptions.

when you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, there was a look of wonder in his eyes. he didn't say anything at first, just staring at you, like he was trying to catch his breath too.

"i really," he whispered, his voice shaky. "really-" He chuckled, his face flushed. "really wanted to do that."

you smiled, your hands still resting against his chest, your pulse still racing. "please start doing the things you really want to," you breathed out, your voice soft and dazed, as he let out a small laugh.

but jungwon wasn't done. his hand slid to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as he looked down at you with a look that said everything he couldn't quite put into words. he leaned in again, this time more tenderly, his lips brushing yours in a slow, lingering kiss, as if he was making sure this time, this moment, would stay.

when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his smile against your skin.

"like that?" he whispered, his voice soft, but there was a promise in it.

you nodded, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw before you let them fall. "exactly like that."

jungwon gave you one last lingering look, eyes dark with that same fire, before he stepped back, as you finally went inside your house, excitement bubbling up inside of you.

and you both stood on opposite sides of the door, having the same feeling of butterflies in your stomachs, as you breathed to calm down, and he quickly left the place, not forgetting about his duty with the city, and you left for your parents room, ready to tell them all about the boy who had you smitten.

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[seokjinsonlyone]

build a bridge

pairing: yoongi x f! reader

summary: “God, sometimes I’m happy when you go off on me because at least then I know what you’re thinking.”

genre: co-parents to lovers; angst; fluff

rating: pg

warnings: brief mention of general/postpartum depression other than that it’s just the fact that yoongi’s a DAD!!!! CERTIFIED DILF!!!!!!

wc: 3.2k

You heard a muffled, “Guess who’s here?” then the sound of small footsteps pattering towards the door. After a few more seconds of shuffling it opened and your daughter all but flung herself on you. 

“Mama!” 

“Luna!” You opened your arms wide, expecting the tackle she always greets you with when you pick her up from her father’s. You pepper kisses all across her cheeks, heart melting at the way she giggles in your embrace. “Hey, baby. Did you have a good time with daddy?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck, snuggling into you further.

“I missed you.”

She pulled back, lightly grasping your cheeks and pressing her own mildly slobbery kisses to your face. “I missed you.”

Before you could get overly emotional, her father cleared his throat reminding you two that you weren’t alone. You plastered a fake smile on your lips. “Hey Yoongi.”

He nodded back at you, lips pressed in a straight line.

“Do you have her stuff ready to go?”

“Uhhh… just about. Time got away from us a little bit. You want to step inside while I finish packing her up?” he asked, gesturing for you to come in.

You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips as you entered his house. You don’t understand why he couldn’t just have her things ready to go. Whenever it was his turn to pick her up, you always had everything ready and waiting for him. Your goodbyes may have been a little long and drawn out, but once he was able to pry you two apart it was quick and easy. “Luna, baby, why don’t you show me some of your toys while daddy gets the rest of your stuff?” you suggested, setting her down and letting her guide you into the living room.

Her eyes lit up at the request, light bulb going off in her little toddler brain, rushing to the corner to find whatever item your statement sparked. 

It was then that you noticed her outfit. You rolled your eyes at the shirt he donned your daughter in—bright pink, with sparkly gold lettering reading “Daddy’s Little Girl.” It was gaudy and definitely not something you bought for her, but she looked cute anyway. She always did. She had half of your DNA, why wouldn’t she? You shook it off. You know he only did things like that to get under your skin, as if he needed to put in any extra effort for that. 

Your eyes roamed around the room, inspecting the interior. A nice sleek, modern yet homey design only interrupted by the sight of dolls and cars spread over the floor. He had good taste. You paused looking over the mantle where he had a few photos displayed. Your eyebrows shot to your forehead, realizing that the one stationed in the very middle was of you and your daughter from when she was about two months old and just started smiling. Your lips were pressed to her cheek and she had a big, toothless baby grin that was nearly identical to your own spread across her face. You knew the photo well seeing as it’d been your lockscreen pretty much ever since he snapped it. 

Your inspection was cut short by your daughter calling out to you. “Look at my tabby, mama!”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. Your daughter’s speech was pretty good. And what she lacked in vocabulary and pronunciation you usually made up for on account of you being fluent in Luna, but you’d never heard her speak of a ‘tabby’ before. All confusion was cleared up, however, when you turned around and saw the tablet in her hands. You were already irritated, but now you were pissed.

“My tabby.”

“Oh wow,” you said, feigning enthusiasm. “When’d you get this?”

“Daddy got it for me,” she replied. That didn’t really answer the question, but you didn’t think she would. As a three year old, her concept of time was all but nonexistent. He must’ve just gotten it for her, though or you would’ve heard about it long ago. One thing your child did was talk. She began flipping through the apps, showing you each one, and you wanted to give her your full attention. You really did, but inside you were seething.

Yoongi came out holding both of her bags just in time to feel your wrath. You stood abruptly cutting Luna off. “Really, Yoongi? A tablet?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know I didn’t want her having one of these. Not at this age.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you snapped back. “You know what? Never mind,” You snatched her bags from his hand ready to just leave. You could feel yourself getting worked up by the second and you did not want to traumatize your child by having her watch her parents argue in front of her. “Come on, Luna. Put that down, it's time to go.”

“I bring my tabby with me.”

You stooped down to her level. “No. You’re leaving it here. Go put it back. It’s time to go home.”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes as hers filled with tears and soon after she burst into sobs. You counted to five in your head, willing yourself to exercise the last bit of patience you had. “Miss Luna,” you said sternly, forcing her attention to you. “We’ve talked about this. Babies cry because they don’t know how to talk. But, you know how to talk. Are you a baby or a big girl?”

“A- a big girl,” she sniffled, sobs dying down a bit.

“Okay. So you need to calm down. Come on. Take some deep breaths with me. In,” you inhaled deeply, “and out,” you exhaled. You did it a few more times, Luna following suit until she was calm again. You wiped the tears from under her eyes. “Now talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I want my tabby,” she pouted, looking like she was about to get teary again.

“You know that you have some toys that stay at mama’s house and some toys that stay at daddy’s house. The tablet stays at daddy’s house. You can’t bring it with you.”

“It’s fine. Just let her take it,” Yoongi piped up.

You turned to him with fire in your eyes. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen?” He sighed, slumping his way to the area, while you brought your attention back to your child. “Luna. Go put your dolls and your cars back where they belong, then you can play with the tablet until mama finishes talking to daddy, okay?”

She nodded, happy to have reached some sort of middle ground, and did as you said, and you all but stomped into the kitchen. “I hate it when you do that,” you fired immediately. 

He rubbed his hand down his face, looking like he was already over it. “What did I do now?”

“Yoongi,” you stressed, “I’m sitting over here telling her that she can’t bring it with her, and then you telling her that she can. How does that make me look? Who is she supposed to decide who to listen to? What are you gonna do when she doesn’t listen to either one of us? Stop undermining my authority.”

“I’m not trying to undermine your authority, but you’re making a big deal out of nothing. I don’t see why you’re so against the tablet in the first place.”

“She’s only three, Yoongi! What does she need to be on the internet for? There is so much out there that she absolutely does not need to be exposed to. And on top of that she doesn’t need the constant stimulation. You know she already has a predisposition to ADHD. Do you even monitor her when she’s using it?”

“She’s only three, __! Of course I monitor her. And for the record. I hate when you do that.”

“Me?” You pointed back at yourself, raising your eyebrows incredulously. “What did I do?”

He leaned back against the cabinets and ran his hand through his hair, trying to maintain his calm exterior but you’ve obviously ticked him off. “You bottle everything up! I know that in your head Luna is just your daughter, but I’m sorry she’s not! She’s mine, too. I’ve mentioned getting her one of those things several times, and the only thing you’ve ever said was ‘I don’t think that’s a great idea,’ and then you would switch subjects. I respect you as her mother, but I’m not just going to blindly accept everything you say. How was I supposed to know you felt this way about it if you never told me? I can’t read your mind, __. And, you always do this. God, sometimes I’m happy when you go off on me because at least then I know what you’re thinking.”

The anger dissipated from your body with every sentence he spoke and by the time he finished speaking, your lips began to wobble. Yoongi watched as your eyes slowly filled with tears and the only thing he could think of before they broke loose was how eerily similar to your daughter you looked. The same expression having crossed her face not ten minutes ago. He sighed, pulling you into his chest much in the same manner that he would do her as well. 

You allowed yourself the comfort of his touch for all of thirty seconds before stepping back and wiping at your eyes, ridding them of the few tears that slipped out. You turned around peeking past the wall, making sure your daughter was still occupied. She was. Dolls successfully put away as you told her, while she sat tapping away on the tablet.

Unfortunately there weren’t many other things you could do to stall for time. You had no other option but to turn around and face the truth. “You’re right,” you conceded, ripping the band aid off. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t want to argue with him, but you were just so passionate about anything concerning your daughter that you let your emotions get the best of you more often than not.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, and I’m not just trying to win an argument, you know?”

You nodded, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, even though you didn’t know, not really.

“Can we sit?”

You nodded again, taking the seat adjacent to him.

“___, you know I don’t do things to intentionally piss you off, right?”

“Except when you put her in shirts that say ‘Daddy’s Little Girl,’” you pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. You hadn’t had a heart to heart with him in god knows how long. Hadn’t been in this proximity to him in even longer.

He rolled his eyes in return. “Well, yeah. That’s like the one thing. I like the way your eye twitches whenever you notice it.”

You breathed out a laugh. “My eye does not twitch.”

“It does. Your eye twitches, you stare for like two minutes, then give me one of those exasperated sighs. But, that’s not what we’re talking about. I’m being serious.”

“Look,” you exhaled shakily, “I’m sorry for snapping at you and for not communicating effectively. I–“

“I already told you I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I just– I really hate the way our relationship is now. When Luna was first born, we agreed that we would do this together. Now I feel like I can’t even talk to you anymore. The only reason I even got her the thing was because I felt bad for her.”

“Why?”

“She was, like, inconsolable a couple days ago because she wanted you so bad. Poor thing cried herself to sleep and everything. The next day she was still sad, so I took her to the store, and we picked it out. That was the only thing that got her to stop crying over you.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came and gotten her.”

“I didn’t want my time cut short, and I didn’t want you to think that I couldn’t handle her,” he admitted softly. “I want you to trust me with her.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yoongi,” you called with your stern voice and waited until he made eye contact with you. “You’re her father. Of course I trust you with her. If I didn’t, I would’ve taken you to court and you’d be seeing her every other weekend at best. I know I can be overbearing, but it’s only because I’m scared,” you replied, slipping out a confession of your own. 

He reached out, covering your hand with his own. “Scared of what?”

“Everything? I’ve spent the last three years terrified. She’s my whole world. I don’t know what I would do without her. I wish you would’ve called me when she was throwing her tantrum because all I do when she’s away from me is worry and wonder and wait until I can see her again.”

He tutted. “See. This is what I mean. Luna wanted you. You wanted her. I wanted to call you, but I didn’t. Because of what?”

“Because of me.” You felt yourself getting worked up again, tear ducts beginning to well up. “You said it yourself. I bottle everything up. I push people away. I pushed you away, and we were supposed to be in this together. All I want for our daughter is for her to have the best life possible, yet I’m the one ruining it.”

“Hey, now. Cut the crap,” he deadpanned, cutting your spiral session short and scooting closer to you. “You’re not ruining anything. You’re the best mother that–“

“Mama?” you hear a little voice call, followed by small footsteps pitter pattering, and a few seconds later your daughter came rounding around the corner.

You quickly swiped at your eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

She handed her tablet to Yoongi, before turning back to you, lifting her hands up so you could hold her. She gripped your face in her little hands. “You sad?”

“Yeah, mommy’s a little sad,” you answered honestly. You always tried to treat her like a human. You wanted her to know it was okay to show emotions, and that you were human just like everyone else. You weren’t a superhero, just someone who loved her very very much. 

She pressed big, sloppy kisses on each of your cheeks then laid her head down on you, putting you in a position very similar to when you first entered the door, except then you wanted nothing more than to leave and now you found your brain cycling through reasons you should stay. “Feel better now?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you very much.”

At your confirmation, she wriggled out of your lap and into Yoongi’s reclaiming the device and continuing her game. Your heart melted as you looked at them, really looked at them together for the first time in a while. She really was a good mixture of you both. Your face shape and lips, curl pattern at least a standard deviation looser than your own but flowing wild and free nonetheless, his cute button nose and crescent shaped eyes. She was absolutely adorable, they were adorable together. You sighed heavily, suddenly nostalgic over all the time you missed together. “I’m sorry. It really is all my fault.”

“I told you to cut it out,” he said seriously, eyes focused on whatever your daughter was doing.

“No, really, Yoongi. I wasn’t okay for a long time after she was born.” He grimaced, likely remembering the time period after your daughter was born. Postpartum depression transitioned into general depression and for a while you found yourself just floating through life, unable to find a balance between being a human and being a mother. It was rough. He tried to help you so many times but more often than not he just bore the brunt of your emotional instability. “By the time I finally got some help, there was so much time and space between us. I just… I had to go.”

He squeezed Luna a little tighter. “I wished you didn’t. I hope you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I do. You tried to get me to stay, but my mind was already made up.” You weren’t quite sure if it was the right decision, but you know that you definitely feel more stable now than you did then. Although today had been proving that your road to recovery had not been fully traveled. 

“What about now?”

“What do you mean?”

He locked his eyes on yours. “Is your mind still made up? Because I love you.” Your breath hitched. “I’ve loved you for a really long time, and I think my biggest regret out of everything was not telling you that sooner.”

“Yoongi I-I…” You were at a complete loss for words.

“I know there’s a ton of time and space between us, but I’ll build a bridge and we can walk across it together.”

You wished Luna was in your arms at that moment. She was your excuse, your scapegoat. Whenever you felt uncomfortable or vulnerable you’d just hug her to you and give her all your attention until whatever it was went away. You suppose it’s a good thing she’s not seeing as it was that mentality that got you here in the first place. You had to stand on your own two feet now. Easier said than done. Your mouth opened and closed a few more times, still no words being formed. 

“Baby, go play in your room for a bit,” Yoongi told your daughter, then placed her on the ground, keeping hold of the tablet. She reached for it, but he held it at bay.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“Nuh-uh. I think we’ve had enough playtime on this today. Room. Now.”

He ticked his head to the side and she stomped away, rolling her little eyes, which would be a topic of discussion sooner rather than later. For now though, you focused on trying to process the fact that Yoongi was in love with you.

“C’mere.”

You stood wide-eyed and allowed him to pull you into his lap. You were stock still as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed his face into your neck simply breathing you in. “Yoongi…”

“Shhh… Just let me hold you for a little.” And he did. Until you completely relaxed into his embrace. It was a lot. It’d been nearly two years since you were this intimate with him and anybody else for that matter. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t want to take more than you’re willing to give.”

You sighed. “You’re a good man, Yoongi. A great father. I care about you, but you deserve more than I have to offer.”

“I don’t want any more than that. The only thing I want is a chance. Let me be there for you. Not just because you’re the mother of my daughter but because you’re you, and I love you.” You inhaled sharply at his admission once again. He smiled into your neck. “Will you let me be there for you? Can you do that?”

It was nerve wracking to open your heart up again, but honestly you weren’t sure if you ever took it back from him in the first place; so, you shakily brought your hands up to cover his that were around your waist, interlocking your fingers together. “I can do that.”

[serenequeenofeverything]

What your teams of lights wants you to know? A self tarot reading.

Group i, ii, iiii, iv

But before we move on onto the reading, i want you to understand what teams of light is.

Now I won't go into details, but if you want a separate post on this, let me know in the replies. I would be more than happy to teach you more.

This is a direct quote from Laura lynne Jackson, the author of "signs: the secret language of the universe" :

" We all have a Team of Light on the Other Side. These teams send us signs.

These signs come from three distinct forces:

1. We receive signs from God energy, which is what I mean when I say signs from the universe. This is the highest and most powerful source of love, and we are each directly connected to it, and also to one another through it.

2. We receive signs from our spirit guides / the angelic realm.

3. We receive signs from our loved ones who have crossed."

Now here is the thing, you don't need me to deliver these messages to you. You receive them yourself everyday, but you might simply dismiss it. Im here to tell you what you already probably know but also probably choose to ignore or not pay much attention to.

Now shall we begin?

Just breath in and out. Let's begin.

Group i

You are not stuck as u like to think. You know your way out of this thing (a good majority of you already made it out of this situation) tbh i mostly see a relationship but it could also totally be something related to finances and just money in general.

Here is what you need to hear tho, whoever and whatever this situation was, you will do so much better without them. You are more than capable of handling this alone. And ur teams of light are more than willing to help you, to make this easier for you. So ask for help, but within not from the outside. U have so much within urself that the world outside is nothing but a failed attempt to reflect what you already have.

This song came in so strong, listen to it.

Group ii

Very similar message to group i, kinda the same theme but while theirs revolved around trusting the self, and working through their situation alone, yours is more about collaborating with others to solve this. Now i know this may have failed for you before, but this time try differently, maybe with a different person (s).

Ur luck is about to be better but here's what i (and you teams of light) need you to do, 1. Have stronger boundaries 2. Dont get emotionally attached to these people (person) this is business, not friendship. 3. Just this time try, i promise it will go better.

Group iii

Honestly this is the group that i feel most horrible for. This group seems to be going through a lot financially speaking, some of you might even be on the verge of going homeless. Listen up my babe, you know your situation better than i do, u actually know way too well that bad your situation is or can potentially become, and it's stressing you out beyond measures.

Your teams of light is clearly saying "go there" "go back", it's something about relying on another person or maybe even the government, maybe a shelter or a father figure (I definitely see a dad) to help you in this. This is the best thing to do. Trust me, this time reach out for your own sake and safety.

Group iv

Wow and here I thought only group iii situation was bad. um.. so do u struggle with some sort of addiction? Or do you feel like you are in a home or a situation that's crumbling to the group but u r stuck and you cannot get out? If that's not you then this is not your group(altho i still suggest u read the advice section in case it might somehow be exactly what u need to hear).

Okay, if you know this is your group, then let me tell you that there's a way out. Something will come up, idk what it is but it will be big. Most probably a guy will come in, they will offer you something, an idea maybe? (Altho be fucking careful, this whole situation is very effy). I genuinely dont know what's happening... like legit this group confuses the fuck out of me, so idk if u should take this offer... dont get desperate and i know u r desperate but it's almost like the cards are telling me to tell you to not trust this person but to use their idea. Almost like listen to their advice and take their advice but not with them in the plan..

Im gonna give u an example so u understand; you live in an abusive household, and u wanna escape it. But u cannot find the way out, then boom this guy comes in and is like I'll help you but long term if u go with them u will end up in a very bad situation. But here's another way to do it, this person tells u how they will help you, like their plan to get u out, what i need u to do is do as their plan minus them( the guy).

Hopefully this makes sense, english is my third language so i find it hard to tell u exactly how it is.

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Anyways, this is it. I hope this helps you.

Also follow me bc... im too good.

And also u can totally suggest what my next reading should be on by simply replying to this post (altho i dont take personal readings right now)

[gabebrodudeman]

You can't be a nobody AND believe in Jesus at the same time, it's impossible.

Acts of the Apostles 1:7-8 NLT

[7] He replied, “The Father alone has the authority to set those dates and times, and they are not for you to know. [8] But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere—in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”

This was after Jesus had spent three years with the disciples, teaching them and guiding them for three years. He taught them everything he thought they needed to know. He spent everyday with them leading by example, performing miracles, raising the dead, healing disease, comforting the hurt, forgiving the sinners, giving sermons, teaching them all kinds of truth, trying to show them the right way, always. Patiently. Gently. With grace and mercy. Always trying to nug them in the right direction.

Then he said this to them after 3 years. After having been shocked by the crucifixion. The state of total disarray, panic, not understanding what's going on, but now the resurrection has come and this is what he says to them, he says,

'Now look, you go sit down in the city of Jerusalem, sit down in the city of Jerusalem until you are endued with power from on high.'

He's trying to tell them in Acts 1:7-8 that, "you may have heard all this, you may have seen all this, you may have witnessed all the things I have done, but you're still not ready to do the work I have called you to do, not until the 'spirit of God' indwells you.

Now in the Old testament the Holy Spirit would come down on God's servants and it would come and it would go, but on Pentecost it came down onto this Earth so that it indwelled all believers on this Earth so that from that point on every single person who is a child of God is indwelled by a person of the trinity called the Holy Spirit.

Some people, all they get out of the Bible is knowledge. They go to Sunday school, the teacher teaches a lesson and that's it.

But who's the teacher? The Holy Spirit. Who's the equipper? The Holy Spirit. Who gives interpretation of the word of God? The Holy Spirit.

Listen, it is the power of the Holy Spirit within you. That's why he told them "you're not ready until the spirit of God comes upon you," and then, it is the authority of the Spirit, the power of the Spirit, the unction of the Spirit that is what teaches through the Sunday school teacher, the pastor, the evangelist, sings through a musician, you name it.

God intends for all of us to do our work in his power and his energy in his strength and by his authority. What is done apart from the holy spirit is flesh, its mans own human effort. We can never carry out spiritual work, God's work, and the flesh in our own energy apart from the Holy Spirit. That is one of the prime reasons he sent the Holy Spirit.

You may be a pastor and think "well, I study and I pray and God gives me a message and I just get up and do it" and you ignore the Holy Spirit. You're not relying upon him for wisdom, you're not relying upon him for courage, you're not relying upon him for inspiration, you're not relying upon him for motivation, you're not relying upon him for interpretation, you're not relying upon him for power, you're not relying upon him for authority. You cannot do what God has called you to do the way He intendeds for you to do it apart from the Holy Spirit.

That's who He is, that's why He came, and there is no substitute for the Holy Spirit. You can't put enough PhDs, ThDs, RfDs, or any other kind of D behind anybody's name and make them adequate to do the work that God has called them to do. You cannot do it.

Romans 8:26 NLT

[26] And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words.

"at a critical moment in my life I was praying one night and the Lord spoke to my heart and he said crystal clear I'll never forget it, "whatever you accomplish in life you will have to accomplish on your knees in prayer, not by education, not by talents, not by might, not buy gifts, but by calling out to me, by crying out to me, it has to be on your knees" because God knew that that meant for me 'total dependence on the Holy Spirit.'" -Dr. Charles Stanley.

Listen when you and I are praying He is involved. One of his responsibilities is here in Romans 8:26, the Holy Spirit prays for us with us, and through us, he intercedes for us because we don't even know what to pray for sometimes. Have you ever been on your knees and crying out to God, and you don't know what to ask, you just know they're in trouble you don't even know what to say you just ask "God help them." You just say "Lord I trust your work in their life" whether you're praying for yourself or someone else, the Spirit of God is taking your prayers and He interprets it personally and perfectly before the Father because He knows our heart. The trinity knows everything at all times in every given circumstance and he works on your behalf. You are a part of that trinity, you are what makes it complete, that spirit that dwells within you makes you a somebody. Somebody with purpose and with reason.

John 15:26 NLT

[26] “But I will send you the Advocate —the Spirit of truth. He will come to you from the Father and will testify all about me.

The Holy Spirit is conviction. It will convict you to lead a life apart from others. It will convict you to abandon the darkness and to embrace the light. It will guide you and teach you how to become a light. The Holy Spirit is a person. He is a Helper, an Advocate. Someone on your side rooting for you at all times, always there to comfort you, always there to hear your cries, always there to lend a helping hand in any way he can.

We need to walk in the spirit.

We need to understand this

To walk in the Spirit, or by the spirit, is to live moment by moment in dependency on him, sensitive to his voice, and in obedience to him.

Those three things:

Dependence

Sensitive

Obedience

Everyday of our life, moment by moment, as a believer we are to walk aware of the spirit of God in our life. That is the Christian life.

May God bless you, always. 🤍

[lullaebies]

Hi could I please request a Aegon, Jaehaerys and Maelor where he spends time with his sons and they just have an entire day together. Aegon does things with them that Viserys never did with him Aemond and Daeron.

I added in Aemond and Criston in to the boys day, because it felt right, I hope that's all good. It took me some time to decide what they do, but I hope you'll enjoy this. I believe you sent the girls' day request too - hope to get to it as well soon!

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It’s the oddest thing, seeing his child don sparring clothes and hold a wooden sword.

Granted, Aegon has been around Jaehaerys’s age when he was ushered into the training field himself. He, Aemond, and Daeron were just the same, small twiglings of boys taking up arms of weapons thicker than their arms. And now, Maelor being a clinging extension of his arms, he supposes his limbs will never be more than thin branches to what they held.

Jaehaerys swishes around his heavy wooden sword as he jumps and skips. Ser Criston and Aemond watch him with some crinkles in their eyes and an amused smile to their lips, while Maelor babbles in his ears. “Wanna hold s’ord too!”

“Can you?” Aegon asks him, lifting his eyebrows at the boy and squishing his arm between his thumb and index. “I think even your brother may drop his,” he tells him. Jaehaerys spent a good amount of his powers dragging him to the yard, and the long slashes at the air already make his arm quiver somewhat.

“I won’t!” Jaehaerys yells at him, lifting up the sword in triumph. “I have a good grip!” He says loudly, his hold on the handle firm. Princely as could be, one might say, with how its tip points straight to the sky. He does have a good grip, no one can rob him of that.

“You needn’t tell me, my hair will know it better than any,” Aegon says, thinking of all the ripped-out hairs he lost from the moment Jaehaerys learned he can reach to him, one way or another. For a moment, Aegon has some sinking feeling in his stomach; all his boy learned from him is the force in his grip. Before long, however, Maelor’s grubby hands reach out to his hair, catching at it too. “Seven hells!”

Maelor giggles loudly at his ears. His sons are menaces of the Keep, if only to him.

“How about we begin your spar, Prince Jaehaerys? You wanted to show it to your father, didn’t you?” Ser Criston then asks.

“It’s due time,” Aemond says, shifting his weight onto to stand straight. “Before my brother falls at the hand of your brother.”

Twat, Aegon huffs at him, giving Maelor his finger instead of his hair. Gods, he used to ground him so easily in this field as kids. Never again would that be, and Aegon has accepted it; but he still wishes Aemond’s little smirks weren’t so justified.

“And another brother can spar another brother,” Ser Criston then says, placing his hand on Aemond’s shoulder and shoving a training sword in his hand. “Princelings ought to help princelings.”

“I have long outgrown being a princeling, Ser Criston,” Aemond replies, clearly taken aback. Aegon laughs.

“You’ll stay a princeling until you die, little brother,” he tells him aloud. “But I understand your fear. My son will best you, but only kindly,” he says, and looks to Jaehaerys. “Won’t you, Jaehaerys?”

Jaehaerys follows the exchange with his gaze, and some fire lights up in it. He brings his wooden sword forward. “Spar me! Spar me!” He jumps around his uncle, leaving him little to no choice. Maelor claps his hands, encouraging them further. Despite everything, Aemond knows when he is beaten. He too bends to the will of the boys.

“Then do swing, dear nephew.” He tells him, and a new dance of swords starts.

Jaehaerys is a clumsy thing, trying to hit Aemond’s legs and lunge at him with not much thought. Aemond blocks it all, only returning barely hits, trying to guide the boy in the spar. Every once in a while, he looks back to Aegon and Maelor; to see if they’re looking. Aegon remembers when he used to look around, see if he was doing well while taking field.

Pride is a shallow thing; you can be the proudest one moment, and find in another that it is for nothing at all.

“Wahhh!” Jaehaerys lets out a battle cry, lunging again, but Aemond blocks his sword, and this time he nearly trips. Aegon sees Criston readying himself to stop this play of a spar, and Aemond tussles Jaehaerys’s hair with his free hand, ready to tell him he did well, nonetheless; but he knows that won’t quite satisfy the boy. He sees it in Jaehaerys’s frustrated eyes.

“Let us help your brother,” he whispers to Maelor quietly. “Grab your uncle at his ankles, will you?” he tells him. Maelor’s eyes sparkle; it’s in his nature, to grab and latch. Aegon puts him down, little feet ready to run.

And while Maelor charges to Aemond’s surprise, catching him from behind his shins, Aegon rushes along to catch his brother in a constraining embrace that refuses to relent. Aemond feels grabbed on both fronts and exclaims. “What are you doing- “

“Three is more fun of a trial,” Aegon proclaims, and looks to his son, who is wide-eyed at the aid. “Quick, point your sword – you need to make him yield!”

“Hah?!” Aemond yelps, while Ser Criston howls with laughter. Foul play it is, but he knows the Lord Commander approves. This spar is for entertainment, after all.

Jaehaerys comes back up with his sword, once again lifting it high. It doesn’t reach his Aemond’s neck, just his chest; but Aegon guesses there is a stab at his heart when Jaehaerys stands with a triumphant smile in front of him, as he stills in his arms.

“Yield, Uncle!” he yells, and Aemond looks to Aegon. Aegon nudges back forward, to Jaehaerys. It’s a small request, on his part, but he knows Aemond understands. Despite everything, they all waited for their own time to shine.

Aemond drops his training sword. “I surrender,” he says, lifting his arms. Maelor giggles, holding onto Aemond’s leg and standing on the tough of his boot. Ser Criston claps as he chuckles, and Aegon grins widely. It is soon enough that Jaehaerys drops his sword to the ground, and runs to his uncle, jumping to his other leg, and making nearly all of them fall back.

“Can we do it again?” he asks, hugging Aemond’s side. “With Father and Maely!”

“Again, again!” Maelor repeats after him. Aemond looks at Aegon once more. Aegon knows he won’t escape this; and somehow, he finds he doesn’t want to. Pride is a shallow thing; but he felt prideful, earning Jaehaerys’s smile. Aegon huffs to himself and nods.

“Ser Criston,” Aemond calls the Lord Commander, trying not to snort. “I think you need to divide us into pairs, one more time.”

[princeloww]

Hello, its me again, telling the Takin Over the Asylum fandom about Scotland, despite being from Ireland.

My last post was about Scottish slang and a rough guide on how to actually use it. (Aye, Nae, Cannae, etc)

Today, not because of any specific reason, and just because I feel like it, I'm going to talk about how education works in Scotland, since I know a lot of TOTA fans are NOT from the UK, yet probably still wish to write fanfiction, and might want to get it more accurately right.

Again, I am not Scottish, but I've done research, and this is just a rough guide for people wishing to write fanfiction about Campbell Bain. - and a lot of people may already know this stuff, of course, but this is just for those who might not.

"High school" is generally not a used term. Some schools are CALLED "high school" in their actual names, for example, Perth High School, but they aren't high-schools like in the USA.

School starts for Scottish kids in primary one. This is the equivalent to elementary school, in other places. Usually kids are around 4 or 5. Primary school lasts until P7, which is the equivalent of year 7 in England. You would be 11 in P7.

After primary school there is no middle school. It is straight to secondary school, in S1 (equivalent to year 8). Secondary school is basically middle school and high-school combined. You're there from 11-ish until you're ready for college.

Secondary school lasts from S1 (yr8) until S6 (yr13).

The Scottish education system is much different than in England/Wales and Northern Ireland, so here's some things that will explain it better than I can:

National 5 is pretty much the equivalent to GCSE, which are exams taken in the rest of the UK when you finish school. In the rest of the UK, once you've done your GCSES, you can go onto complete your A-levels, which is basically just a higher qualification.

A-levels are equivalent to Scottish Highers.

You do your National 5s in your last year, and then can go onto do higher education.

In Takin Over the Asylum, Campbell is 19 (I believe), and his father says he has not finished his exams, and wants him to go back to school.

I'm assuming the education system was generally the same in the 90s, and working off of that assumption. If it was not, then this is a waste of your time, but oh well.

Either Campbell did not complete his National 5s at 15-16ish, or his father is pushing him to finish his higher education. I think both options are interesting, when it comes to possible headcanons or fanfiction ideas. Either Campbell struggled with his (basically GCSEs) and was unable to complete them, having no qualifications at all, or he did complete his exams, has some qualifications but his father wants him to do more, finish his education and strive to achieve more.

I like to headcanon that he really struggled in school despite being bright and well-able. He always seemed to get in trouble when he didn't mean to, probably for being too loud, energetic and "disruptive", in a way that the teachers didn't understand to NOT be him misbehaving.

Most of this is just food for thought, really, and a wee bit,,, entirely useless, but I thought it was a bit interesting.

Again, feel free to correct me in the replies. I am but a simple Northern Irish David Tennant fan, who wants to help people feel more confident writing fanfiction, for my own selfish desires.

Hope this was somewhat helpful to someone out there!

[m0ney-mach3r]

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TW : mentions of murder, profanity, mentions of violence, psychopathy, etc (it’s Scream, what do you expect.)

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Who is Stu Macher/Stu Macher’s personality

Stuart "Stu" Macher is the secondary antagonist of Scream (1996 film). He is Billy Loomis's accomplice, as well as an insensitive and eccentric best friend. A horror movie fanatic, he went along with Billy's slasher film-like murder spree, the late-September 1996 Woodsboro Murders.

Stu is a deeply psychotic and maniacal yet dimwitted person. Although had no distinctive motive for helping Billy murder people, he nonetheless takes joy in it, proving himself to be extensively sadistic. Adding to his sadism, Stu is rather spiteful as he also saw this as a good opportunity to get revenge on his ex-girlfriend, Casey Becker by killing her and Steve Orth purely out of pettiness for her dumping him. Stu also likes to put on a playful and joking demeanor to hide his true deathly, sadistic, frigid cold-blooded, and cruel nature.

In spite of his common faux pas, Stu is fairly intelligent and capable of forming well-devised plans. He also seems to show comprehensive understanding of central and symbolic story elements in horror movies. As such, Stu creatively uses his abilities to his full advantage, even showing the sense of urgency to plan out ways to avoid detection. Clear examples of such would be his specific methods of remaining inconspicuous and/or even framing others for his and Billy’s own crimes.

Even after his true nature is revealed, Stu shows more of his cruelty by continuing to crack jokes to taunt Sidney. He shows intense joy in planning to frame her father for the killings and even gets ecstatic as him and Billy prepare to stab each other to make themselves look like victims.

Stu Macher’s life/family

Stuart Macher was born sometime in late-1978 or 1979 (17-18 years old). He grew up in 261 Turner Lane, Woodsboro, California, a large farmhouse with his sibling(s) and parents. He has at least one elder sister, Leslie, who gave birth to a son, Vince 3 years after his death. From his house, it appears he either has a younger sister as well, or a niece through Leslie, Vince's would-be older sister. Stu’s parents are rarely present as they are usually on trips without him, leaving him home alone for most of the time.

Stu Macher’s appearance

Stu is a tall 18 year old high school student with short, messy, unkept dirty blonde/brown hair, He has wide, blue eyes and thin lips with small ears, big teeth, and dimples.

[a-french-coconut]

Travis Stoll (Part 7)

oh by the way the title of this fic is "Oh darling brother, the stars are not worth dancing with if your laugh cannot guide me back to earth" 😄

"Hey, how come we didn't cross the Styx ?" asks Travis when they arrive at the palace.

"There are many shortcuts in the Underworld. We just used one."

"Did we went sideways ?"

"More diagonally."

Travis hums in response, his mind occupied with this new and important info.

Should they have to steal the cure, it would certainly be more easy to escape with this path.

"I'm afraid I can't do much more than bringing you to Persephone," says Nico as he lead them through the castle, "she's not very fond of me."

"Wonder why."

Will hits him harshly in the ribs.

"What ? I think it's okay for her not to like the living reminder that her husband cheated on her. At least she doesn't try to kill you."

"I didn't ask to be born," replies rather coldly Nico.

"And she certainly didn't ask her husband to sleep with another woman."

"Travis !", whispers furiously Will, "stop it."

"Let him speak his mind, son of Apollo. I'm rather intrigued about what he has to say."

At the end of the corridor stands Persephone, lazily leaning on a column.

Travis has met very few gods in his life. In fact he only met two, his dad and Aphrodite.

Neither of them gave him an impression of the powerful gods he learned about in mythology class, not when his father shows up in a jogger outfit and Aphrodite keeps fixing her makeup in a mirror.

This time, however, there is no doubt about Persephone's power.

He can feel the air is heavy around them, pressuring him in a uncomfortable way as the Queen of the Underworld watches them form afar, unhidden curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Well ?", inquires the goddess, "to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit ?"

"Hum, a quest has been issued my lady and you're part of it." says weakly Will, whose looking a little red.

Oh by Hermes, he totally has a crush on his boyfriend's stepmother.

Will you are never going to hear the end of this.

"They need a specific flower from your garden."

"One with medicinal properties." Travis pipes in.

"Which one of you want the flower ?"

"I do, my lady."

"Well then, come along son of Hermes. As for you, Nico, your father requires you services. I suppose you can bring William with you."

"Erm, if I may, I'd rather stay with Travis and you."

"You may not" simply answers Persephone, "now leave us."

With a flick of the wrist, Will and Nico vanish, leaving him alone with the goddess.

Travis has probably never more nervous in his life.

"No need to fear me, little thieve. I am not a wrathful deity. Unlike my brethren on Mount Olympus, I understand the weight of death when it comes to mortals. I rule them after all."

"Didn't you kill that nymph for flirting with you husband ?"

"Are you planning to seduce the Ruler of Many ?"

"No ma'am."

"Then I see no reason to crush you."

She finally gets off from that column and gestures him to advance. The closer he gets, the more imposing she becomes.

When he's close enough, she rests her hand on his shoulder.

"Close your eyes, unless you wish to burn form inside."

With a flash, Persephone teleports them to her garden.

part 8 posted !

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

Day eighteen

Desmond had spent the last year and a half training with the Templars to become one. And when he turned eighteen his training was complete, alongside his friend Shay, whom he actually had grown close to and fond of. Shay helped him through a lot in the last year and a half and they had openly dated. Now they would be initiated into the Templar Order.

The ceremony was simple yet very different from the very few Assassins ones he had seen. Charles Lee, Jeremiah Scudder, Nicholas Biddle, Christopher Gist, Jack Weeks, Matthew Davenport, Victor Wilcott, his grandfather Edward Kenway, and his father Haytham Kenway were all present for this. His father stepped forward a pleased and warm smile upon his face as he spoke 

“We Templars seek truth and to provide guidance to humanity, we strive to work with crowns and dominions to further our goals.”

Haytham paused to collect his thoughts. Pride for his son is very evident. Edward placed a gentle hand on his shoulder nodding his support. Haytham continued

“It is rare we have two initiates but well earned. Desmond, Shay, do you swear to uphold the principles of our Order, and all that for which we stand?”

“I do.”

They both replied

“And never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?”

“I do.”

“And to do so from now until death, whatever the cost?”

“I do.”

Was the final reply from them both. Haytham Kenway once again has pride clearly on his face. He then said 

“Then we welcome you into our fold, brother, son. You are now Templars, harbingers of a New World. May the Father of Understanding guide us.”

“May he guide us all”

Was the response of ten voices. Shay tapped Desmond on the shoulder to get his attention before he spoke 

“We have known each other for two years now, and they are some of the best I have ever had. Now that we are both eighteen and Templars, I was hoping…” 

There was a pause as Shay withdrew a black chain necklace with a gold tree upon it. Desmond’s eyes widened realizing what was being asked. He smiled and hugged Shay Cormac close whispering in his ear 

“You don't have to finish that question dear, the answer is yes. Without a doubt.”

Shay hugged back, slipping the necklace on his partner. They broke their embrace to the cheers of their fellow brothers of the order. Desmond looked towards his father who smiled at him warmly 

“You are my son Desmond. Regardless of whatever choice you make. This part was planned.”

“I figured Shay had your approval and blessing.”

Haytham nodded. Edward hugged both young adults at once and said 

“And mine too. I do care, you know.”

“I know grandfather.”

Desmond said.

[hinatastinygiant]

29 | Ocean Song

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

OMINIS' P.O.V.

As I stroll through the Hogwarts corridors, the sounds of footsteps approach me and I sense his presence. My father. A mix of emotions surge within me- anger, frustration, and a deep-seated need to impress. To make him proud.

"Good afternoon, Father," I greet him.

"Ominis," he replies coldly, his voice carrying an air of disinterest. "How is school? Any remarkable achievements at Hogwarts thus far?"

I straighten my posture, striving to convey an air of confidence. "Classes are progressing well. I've been keeping up with my studies."

He nods, a hint of impatience in his demeanor. "Good, good. But remember, Ominis, mediocrity is not acceptable. The Gaunt name expects excellence."

I grit my teeth at the reminder of the burdensome legacy attached to our family name. "I understand, Father. I strive for excellence in all my endeavors."

His piercing gaze scrutinizes me, as if searching for any sign of weakness. "And your magical abilities? Have you been honing your skills?"

"Yes, Father," I reply, my voice unwavering. "I've been practicing diligently, exploring new spells, and refining my abilities."

He seems momentarily satisfied but quickly shifts the conversation to more trivial matters. The weather, Hogwarts traditions, and other inconsequential topics. It's evident that our interactions are more about appearances than genuine connection.

As we continue our journey through the castle, I catch a distinct metallic scent in the air. The unmistakable odor of blood. I discreetly sniff the air, realizing that the scent is emanating from my father. The realization adds another layer of discomfort to our already strained conversation, a reminder of the dark elements that linger in the shadows of my family's history.

When we reach Headmaster Black's office, my father casually mentions that he is having tea with the headmaster and invites me to join. Unwillingly, I agree.

He knocks on the door, and Black answers, extending a courteous welcome.

"How nice to see you, Lord Gaunt," the headmaster says as we enter his office.

After a brief handshake, Black guides me to a couch and my father takes a seat beside me.

"Ominis," he says in a cold tone, "make yourself useful and pour the tea."

"Yes, sir," I answer, my tone devoid of emotion. As I use my wand to pour the tea, the metallic scent seems only to intensify. I wonder if the headmaster can smell it too.

My father and Black converse politely, exchanging pleasantries and discussing the various affairs of the wizarding world. Their conversation is superficial, a mere front to maintain the appearance of civility.

"So, Ominis, how have you been finding your year at Hogwarts?" Headmaster Black asks me.

"I hope he's been focused on his studies even more in his last year," my father adds casually. "I hope his friends aren't getting in the way of his focus."

"Ominis, please enlighten us," Black says, ignoring the remark and motioning for me to speak.

I clear my throat. "Everything is fine, sir. My studies are progressing smoothly and I've been making new friends."

"Ah, that's right," Black nods, making me immediately regret my words. "I've heard you've formed a connection with Ms. Bennett. Our new..." he begins to trail off, realizing this wasn't such a good thing to say in front of my father.

"New student?" my father immediately questions. "That's unheard of. Must be some kind of mistake."

"I had recently hired her brother as our new muggles studies teacher, trying to be inclusive and all," Black chuckles awkwardly. "They are both muggles."

"You are friends with a muggle?!" he snaps, his voice dripping with disgust. "Have I taught you nothing, boy? This is unacceptable! You should have known better."

"Father, I-"

"Enough! I will not have my heir consorting with muggles."

"I believe their relationship may be romantic in nature," Black says.

My father's expression grows dark and his anger boils over.

"A muggle lover?!" He slams his fist on the coffee table. "This is the utmost dishonor. The Gaunt family name will not tolerate such a disgrace."

I remain silent, unable to defend myself.

"I will not have this filth tarnishing our family legacy," my father spits as he glances back at Headmaster Black. "How could you allow this, Black?"

"We must be open-minded," Black tries to diffuse the situation, but to no avail.

"Open-minded? This is unacceptable. I won't allow my son to tarnish the Gaunt name with such disgraceful associations. Headmaster Black, I demand immediate expulsion for this muggle. I will not stand by and allow my son to be associated with such filth."

Black hesitates for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "Of course, Lord Gaunt."

"As for you, Ominis, I expect more from you. You are a Gaunt and must carry yourself accordingly. I will not tolerate such indecency," he snaps, turning his attention to me. "You will be coming home after the final exams. No questions. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make my departure. I've grown tired of this unpleasant situation. Ominis, we will discuss this further once you return home."

He turns on his heel and exits the office, slamming the door behind him.

"My apologies," Black says, his voice heavy with concern. "I had not considered my words would have such a reaction."

"No need, sir," I grumble as I stand to my feet.

"Of course," he nods. "And please, tell Ms. Bennett my sincere apologies, but I will be having a conversation with her this weekend about her situation here at the school."

"She won't take it well," I admit.

"I'm sorry, but it is necessary," Black explains. "You of all people know the power your father has in the wizarding world. If he's unhappy, many others are likely to be as well. I have to take his request seriously."

"I understand, sir," I say, defeated.

As I walk out of the room, thoughts of Y/N swirl around my mind. I can't imagine the heartache that is waiting for her. The rejection.

And all because of my father.

As I return back to the Slytherin dorms, I hear Sebastian call my name from across the common room. I approach him with a frown still on my face and he catches on rather quickly.

"Hey, what's up with you?" he questions me, a worried expression on his face. "You look like someone killed your cat."

"Y/N is going to get expelled," I mumble, unable to hide my disappointment.

"What?" he gasps, his eyes wide. "Why? What happened?"

I shake my head. "It's my father. He found out about Y/N and he's not happy about it."

"Shit, man," Sebastian sighs, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "That sucks."

"Yeah," I say, my voice low and sullen. "I can't lose her, Sebastian. Not like this."

He nods, his brow furrowing. "Well actually... there might be a way..."

Serpents and Roses

[kootiepatra]

#FFxivWrite2024 - Day 15 (free day): First Meeting

[Keimwyda's mother was a Sharlayan gleaner, and her father was Limsan sailor. This is their meet-cute. :3]

Sylbdhem gave the ropes one last once-over. It was superfluous, really, but better safe than sorry. And it bought him a little more time to mull over how and where he would want to spend his unanticipated overnight shore leave. His mates were off for the tavern, of course. He just felt… tired, mostly. He was not sure he was much in the mood for their revelry. Probably best stop by to reserve a room, at any rate…

He was so fixed on his task that he did not notice the lady approaching him. “Excuse me,” she chirped politely.

He snapped out of his musing and turned towards her. She was that Roegadyn lass he had noted taking the Sharlayan passage on a few occasions now. He had thought her rather striking, but left things at that—hundreds of travelers came in and out of port every day, and his role was to smooth their journey, not to hobnob. He was sure they had not spoken before and he could not imagine why she would approach him now.

“Forgive me for interrupting,” she added, in the awkward silence resulting from his startle.

“Ah. Nay, ‘tis quite all right, miss. Forgive me for having my head in the clouds. Is there aught I might assist ye with?”

She smiled, and Sylbdhem’s heart fluttered a bit, much to his own surprise. “In a way. At least I hope so. As I understand it, the voyage is delayed due to an oncoming storm, yes?”

“Aye, indeed.” Oh no, he thought to himself. She’s one of THOSE. He had been berated by an occasional wealthy traveler about the weather before, as if he or his captain had anything to do with it. He was braced for another earful.

“How long until it actually reaches us, do you think?”

…Or maybe not. Whew. “Us? Not to worry, it won’t reach us all the way in the harbor. It would intercept us on the open water if we set out now, and the time we’d need to sail clear of it is about the same as just waiting to set off in the morning. The cap’n decided to choose the option that lets our passengers stay in more fitting accommodations overnight.”

“Aha,” she replied. “I am certainly glad to hear that. And the islet thence—” she pointed to a small, insignificant landmass off-shore, sprouting with palm trees and ferns, but otherwise having nothing going for it. “...do you think it shall remain clear of the foul weather, as well?”

Sylbdhem blinked. “I suppose so,” he ventured tentatively. “Why do ye ask?”

“Oh, but where are my manners? I’m Brynthota, by the way.” She extended a hand in greeting.

Sylbdhem was much surprised once again. Her manner of speaking marked her as a lady of some refinement, even if her clothing was more rugged than he would expect. Such noble-types never spoke with the deckhands at all, much less shook hands with them. He was not even sure he had seen them shake hands with one another.

But instinct took over where his faculties struggled, and he accepted her hand and shook it. “Sylbdhem. Pleased to meet ye.”

“What a lovely name! Well, Sylbdhem, seeing as weather won’t be a concern, do you know where I might rent or borrow a rowboat to take myself out to that islet?”

“I… that is, there’s not really anything on it, miss,” he answered.

She laughed, and set Sylbdhem’s heart to racing again. “Oh, no, I assumed as much. But I should like to give it a quick visit all the same. Are there any small boats I may hire?”

“Ah, y’see, I fear that as this is a major port with large ships coming and going, there is not exactly a place for small tourist vessels…” he hesitated as he saw her face fall. She was being gracious enough, but her disappointment was easy to see. “Hm. Although…”

“Although…?” she asked hopefully, her teal eyes twinkling just a little.

“We do have some company skiffs laying about, for running supplies out to a ship in the harbor, guiding them into port, and the like.”

“I don’t suppose I might borrow one?”

He rubbed the back of his neck with uncertainty, as he found himself in disbelief that he was actually considering doing this. “They’re for company use only, strictly speaking. I am not at leave to loan ‘em out to folk. But… supposing a company hand took one out for a row…I don’t think there’s a rule as such saying a passenger couldn’t ride along.”

“Do you think there’s a free hand who might take me?”

“I can do it if it please ye,” Sylbdhem replied. “With the delay, I’ve been given shore leave.”

Brynthota clasped her hands together excitedly. “That is most kind of you! What might a fair rental fee be, do you think?”

He waved dismissively. “I’ll have naught for it, thank ye.”

“Oh come now,” she frowned. “I must offer you something for your troubles.”

“Consider it an apology from Seadragon Ventures for the delay. Besides, I could do with a stretch on the water myself. Were ye wanting to set out straight away, or…?”

She sighed at his refusal to accept compensation, but her face softened. “At your convenience. I have no present engagements.”

“Neither do I. Shall we?”

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Sylbdhem tried not to look like he was in a hurry, but he definitely was in a hurry. He still could scarcely believe himself. He was never one to live by the mantra that it would be better to ask for forgiveness than permission, yet he was planning on doing just that if he was caught. He had to assume that ferrying a passenger around on a whim would not be company-approved usage of a skiff.

But then again, his captain was a lively sort of fellow, and often elbowed Sylbdhem with a half-jesting admonishment to cut loose now and again. Sylbdhem could never quite figure out what he meant by that. He never was one for the raucous drunken shenanigans his crewmates would get up to. Not that he minded haunting the taverns with them, not usually. He got on with them all well enough, and even counted one or two as very close friends. But he was not fond of the blurry, dizzy feeling of inebriation, and usually found himself the most sober of his fellows, sat at the back of the room. Even though he would usually enjoy himself well enough amongst friendly company, the whole ritual just never felt like it quite fit him right, like a jacket that pulled a bit too tightly across the shoulders—not enough to hurt, nor even to look much amiss, but enough to feel it tugging every time he reached for his glass.

Perhaps a little unauthorized borrowing of a skiff qualified as “loosening up”. Perhaps he even could have gotten unofficial winking “permission” from his captain to do it.

He would still rather not be caught, though.

Brynthota seemed to travel with only the cumbersome pack she wore on her back—an unusual choice again for a well-to-do lady, but who was he to judge? And it was just as well, for it meant it took almost no time at all to usher her into the boat and begin rowing for the other side of the bay.

Upon their arrival, Sylbdhem stepped out of the boat and began dragging it ashore, but Brynthota hopped out before he could heave it up onto the beach, seemingly wholly unconcerned about keeping her shoes dry. He opened his mouth to comment on it, but then quieted himself. What had been done, had been done. And looking at the boots, they had seen plenty of wear—he figured they were probably pretty well suited to unfavorable conditions after all.

Once Sylbdhem had hauled the skiff up on the beach far enough to be in no danger of washing away from them, he turned to find his passenger poking through the undergrowth.

“So, ah—is there aught in particular you’re lookin’ for?” he asked, making his way over to her.

“Not in particular, as such,” she answered, not looking up as she gingerly lifted a large branch of a fern to peer beneath it. “Simply a good spot to—aha!”

He glanced around and couldn’t see what had caught her attention. He could but blink in non-recognition as she flipped over a chunk of rotten wood, exposing the damp earth underneath, sending all manner of small vilekin scattering for new shelter.

She seemed pleased with herself. She unshouldered her pack and dug through it, drawing out a box, and from the box, a glass jar. She unhooked a trowel from the jangling accoutrement on the outside of her pack, and set to scraping at the mud.

“...You’re collecting dirt?” Sylbdhem could not help but marvel aloud. He caught himself apologetically. “Beggin’ your pardons, miss. This is just—not a hobby I’d imagine refined ladies like yourself taking up.”

She laughed in genuine amusement. “You are not wrong,” she replied. “Yet even when I was little it was all my parents could do to keep my fingers out of the mud.”

“Seems they did not succeed,” he grinned.

“Indeed.” A poorly-concealed darker tone edged into her voice. “Not for want of trying. …But, unfortunately for them, the Gleaners’ Guild has need of all manner of interests.”

Sylbdhem could easily tell that there was a bigger story there.

He found himself hoping that one day, she might do him the honor of letting him hear it.

[thecozykirin]

Daily Writing Challenge Day 5 - Strange

‘Baba, am I strange?’

U-Jinn blinked and squinted at the calligraphy on his daughter’s notepad, trying to see if he had read that right. “Strange..?” The graying Pandaren reiterated carefully. Soo-ha hugged the notepad to her chest, nodding in clarification. U-Jinn’s brow immediately furrowed. “Not at all, Inkspot.” He set aside his work tools and gestured for her to come closer. “Why would you ask such a thing?”

Soo-ha’s eyes dipped down to the floor, claws gripping the side of her notepad for a moment before she flipped it to a new page, writing. ‘I’m much shorter than the others…’

U-Jinn replied as soon as she had finished writing. “So? Different cuts of the same cloth are not always the same length. Some strips are shorter, some are longer.”

Soo-ha pouted, writing: ‘But I am not cloth, I’m a Pandaren.’

U-Jinn chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair which earned a disgruntled little rumble from the cub as her bangs were mussed up. “Figure of speech, Inkspot. You’re not strange just because you’re short.” With the tip of his claw. He gently fixed her bangs. “Is there anything else?” The smile that crossed his daughter’s muzzle vanished nearly as quickly as it came at his question. Flipping to a new page, she wrote: ‘The other cubs here say I look weird…the masters too. They whisper but I can hear it sometimes.’ U-Jinn’s expression fell. “Weird? Come now, Inkspot. Cubs have a silly idea on what’s normal. Besides, I doubt the masters mean anything by i—“ Soo-ha stamped her little foot, cutting him off as she flipped to a new page in her notepad, writing furiously: ‘Don’t pretend that you don’t see it too! I’m short and I’m skinny like a dog and my fur and hair are the color of an eggplant!’ U-Jinn reached out and gently took her little white paws in his own, pulling her to his chest. “First of all, don’t compare yourself to a dog, Inkspot. Just as each cut of cloth may not be the same length, they are not all the same width either.” Gently slipping his claw beneath her chin, he tilted her head upwards so their eyes would meet, an amused smile on his muzzle. “And only partly. Purple and white are colors that complement each other quite nicely. Soo-ha huffed, flipping to a new page as she settled on her father’s lap and wrote: ‘A moldy eggplant then :(‘ With a chuckle, U-Jinn gently took hold of the notepad and guided it away, placing it with the rest of his tools. “You really should be practicing your sign.” Soo-ha huffed as her notebook was taken away, but she relented. ‘The adults don’t seem to think I need to…’ U-Jinn paused, head tilting. “Really? Why is that?” Soo-ha frowned. ‘Because they tell me my ears work fine.’

U-Jinn scoffed. “Well, that may be…but there will be times when you may not have parchment available to you. Next time they tell you that, you tell them that I told you that you need to practice, mh?”

The cub meekly nodded, moving to slip off her father’s lap when he chuffed, causing her to pause.

“And Inkspot —“ Once U-Jinn saw he had her attention, he continued. “Only things we do not understand are strange…but we all learn to understand things in time, then they become normal to us.”

Soo-ha reached instinctively for her notepad…before she paused and corrected herself, signing: ‘But why am I the way that I am, baba? No one else here seems so…different.’

U-Jinn smiled gently. “Why is the sky blue or the snow in Kun-Lai white? They are because they are, there need not be any further explanation for it.” He took hold of her little paws once more, giving them a squeeze. “You will be understood in time, Inkspot…as we all are.”

Soo-ha gazed at her father’s face, searching his expression and finding nothing but sincerity…only then, did she smile and lean in to hug him, a soft rumble leaving her throat in the form of a thank you.

“Any time, Inkspot.” U-Jinn returned the embrace. “Any time.”

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