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silkythewriter · 3 months

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Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’

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elizabethemerald · 11 months

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Don't Sneak up on People with Swords

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 made a prompt about Danny sneaking up on Jason Todd and @sky00asara made a comment in the tags about what would happen if Danny did that to Talia. So here is my version of that! Enjoy.

Talia al Ghul watched her beloved from afar. He was out, again patrolling his city for those he considered wrong doers. Her son was by his side. She scowled at how Damian’s fighting style had changed, softened in the company of her beloved. Despite her love for the man under the cowl, he had a tremendous ability to take even the most ruthless of killers and change them to spare the undeserving. He had even tried it with her.

She was hidden on the roof of an abandoned tower nearby. The tower had succumbed to fire and was now condemned until the city got around to destroying it properly. For now it made the perfect place for her to observe her beloved and her son work undisturbed.

“Excuse me?”

Talia whirled, drawing her blade as she spun. Her blade moved fast enough to almost cut the air itself yet the small shape ducked under her stroke and back-pedaled quickly to move out her range.

“Jeez! Why is everyone in this city so jumpy!”

The voice more than anything made her realize that the person who had somehow snuck close enough was an actual child. Their black hair and blue eyes made her wonder if this was another of her beloved’s adoptees. Except surely this boy was too young to catch Bruce’s eye?

“Well maybe you should not sneak up on people?” Talia hissed, her voice soft yet stern. To say nothing of how a child who couldn’t be older than five had snuck up on her at all.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t brood on the roof of my home!” The child snarked back, just like one of the Bat’s brood would, completely unafraid of the blade still in her hand. Talia raised an eyebrow at him then looked around at the burnt skeleton of the building they were standing on.

“This building is not fit for human occupation.”

“Neither was the last place I lived.” He said dismissively. “This place hasn’t even killed me yet, so it’s practically a paradise.”

She was tempted to take the child’s words as sarcasm, yet something in the way he spoke made her think he meant it more truthfully.

“You’ve died before?” Talia asked. She relaxed her hold on her blade, allowing it to rest at her side.

“Oh yeah, I die all the time.” He said, then he looked at her curiously tilting his head first one way, then another. “You’ve died too, huh?”

She nodded, now examining him closely, looking for the signs she would recognize. She could see the hint of a scar on the boy’s palm that might have caused a death.

“What is it with this town that so many people have died and come back?” The boy asked, apparently rhetorically as he didn’t let her answer. “First the stabby Robin, then the stabby Batgirl, then Batman, and even Red Hood. It’s like everyone I run into is contaminated.”

Talia’s eyes widened.

“You can sense those who have utilized the Lazarus Pits?” She would have to inform her father about this child. He could put the entire League of Assassins at risk. The child before her just shrugged.

“I have no idea what that is. Red Hood mentioned some kind of pit as well, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I just know y’all are contaminated with ectoplasm, though not enough to make a core.”

“What is this… ectoplasm?” Another name for the Lazarus Waters? Had there perhaps been a Pit outside of League control? In the midwest somewhere based on the boy’s accent.

“Oh it’s this stuff.” He held his hand out and Talia couldn’t help keep her expression of shock withdrawn despite all her training as his hand filled with the glowing green light of the Pits. He held the Pit Water in his hand then tossed the glowing orb to his other hand in a half juggle as if he weren’t carrying the League's greatest secret and weapon.

Nevermind telling her father about this child, he could never learn of him. If Ras had the power this child had under his control the world would never survive. There was only one option. She needed to train this child to wield this strength. With the stealth he displayed in sneaking up on her and his power over the Pits themselves he could make an assassin like the world had never seen. He could be the next Head of the Demon under her guidance. She knelt down to the boy’s level, slipping her sword back away as she did so.

“Tell me, young one. Are you living in this death trap of a building all by yourself?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got it taken care of. I know I’m little, but that just means people are less likely to notice me. I’m able to steal all the food I need from that big box store down the street.”

“Oh of that I have no doubt. My name is Talia al Ghul. What’s yours?”

“Hmm. I’m Danny.” The boy seemed hesitant to trust her, which to be perfectly honest was probably a very smart thing to do, but at least she had a name for this gift of Lazarus.

“Danny, how would you like to come live with me? You won’t have to steal any more, or worry about food ever again, and I could train you how to fight even better than the Bats.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her over closely.

“Would I get a sword?”

“If a sword is what you want, then once you were trained in its use I would acquire one for you.”

Danny looked like he was about to nod, but then he froze, his head tilting to the side as if he was listening to something. His eyes widened and Talia tensed.

“Uh-oh. Fruit Loop incoming. I gotta go.”

Talia half turned as she heard the sound of one of her beloved’s grappling lines catching on the building’s edge. By the time she had turned back to face him, Danny had completely vanished. She hadn’t even heard him leave. She stood and scowled as her beloved landed on the rooftop next to her.

“Talia.” He grunted at her, glaring all the while.

“Beloved. Must you ruin every nice thing in my life?” Talia snarled back. The boy, Danny, had the gift of Lazarus at his beck and call and Batman had scared him off.

Bruce looked momentarily stunned at her fury, but quickly hid it behind his mask. However Talia couldn’t care less about her beloved right now. She just needed to lose him so she could return to find the boy. The boy who would change the world with his power.

#danny fenton #talia al ghul #dp x dc #batman #kid danny #deaged danny #talia is like this is my kid #he can be damian's brother #Danny does not want to get a new dad #a new mom on the other hand #I also had an idea where Jazz came out to check on danny #and fought talia to protect danny #and talia is like ooh two for one special #I get a new daughter and a new son #I can train both of them to over throw ras and batman

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tacroyy · 9 months

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losing my shit about the two times vimes gets slapped by a woman in the guards books (night watch and snuff; spoilers for both below). terry pratchett is completely goddamn brilliant.

both times, it's near enough to the beginning of the plot that vimes is partially convinced he doesn't know what's going on and is still information gathering (so, working a little on autopilot, although thoughts are starting to coalesce). the women he encounters show up after a watershed moment—major transformative plot points on both occasions—and both help him and help move the narrative along with the information they provide. and this is my favorite detail—he's tired both times, too, and just needs to think, because of the amount of new information he's processing.

from night watch:

"I think perhaps I lost my memory when I was attacked," he said. That sounded good, he thought. What he really needed now was somewhere quiet, to think.

"Really? Perhaps I'm the Queen of Hersheba," said Rosie [Palm]. "Just remember, kind sir. I'm not doing this because I'm interested in you, although I'd admit to a macabre fascination about how long you're going to survive. If it hadn't been a cold wet night I'd have left you in the road. I'm a working girl, and I don't need trouble. But you look like a man who can lay his hands on a few dollars, and there will be a bill."

"I'll leave the money on the dressing table," said Vimes.

The slap in the face knocked him against the wall. /end quote

and from snuff:

She [Felicity Beedle] turned to Vimes. "It would seem, commander, that providence has brought you here in time to solve the murder of the goblin girl, who was an excellent pupil. I came up here as soon as I heard, but the goblins are used to undeserved and casual death. I"ll walk with you to the entrance, and then I've got a class to teach."

Vimes tugged at Feeny to make him keep up as they followed Miss Beedle and her charge toward the surface and blessed fresh air. He wondered what had become of the corpse. What did they do with their dead? Bury them, eat them, throw them on the midden? Or was he just not thinking right, a thought which itself had been knocking at his brain for some time. Without thinking, he said, "What else do you teach them, Miss Beedle? To be better citizens?"

The slap caught him on the chin, probably because even in her anger Miss Beedle realized that he still had his steel helmet on. /end quote

vimes makes mistakes. he makes mistakes all the time, and he knows this, and pays attention to them. vimes spends a lot of time thinking about thinking (engaging in productive, internally motivated metacognition well within his zone of proximal development, my master's in teaching insists i say). he thinks about his thinking, and he thinks about other people's thinking through the lens of his own.

in both instances, vimes is coming to realizations about the true nature of things.

in night watch, this would initially seem to be more surface than deep: he's getting to physical grips with exactly when and where (and who) in the past he is; he's learning the ground, mapping, figuring things out—but vimes is also trying to settle himself back in to what he knows, and what society is in these different times, to see if that fits. plotwise, in vimes's present, the seamstresses have a guild, rights, safety, standards, rules, regulations, and even societal respect—although certainly not close to what they deserve, it's much more than what they had before vetinari made their guild a reality. but in the past, where vimes is now, the seamstresses don't have this level of security, and are subject to violence (although it is shown to be societal and legal violence [being arrested for working during their profession's peak, etc] rather than interpersonal or sexual violence [the agony aunts exist and, it is clearly stated, dispense the same justice that they do in the future, specifically to individual clients rather than to larger institutional structures]).

so, when vimes puts down rosie by making a disparaging joke about her profession—oh, you're actually not important to me or to men or to society at all; your labor is not to be respected; i got what i needed from you and will of course pay you, but in the most insulting way possible—he's not only communicating what society thinks, but a moral issue of the novel as well. night watch, after all, is about revolution: who gets to be in power, and who gets to control who gets to be in power? it's frankly revolutionary for pratchett, a mainstream english author, to treat sex workers and sex work as positively as he does (of course, his depictions are not without flaws). he makes it clear that, after all, shouldn't we view sex work as physical labor? isn't it true that anyone who is employed is engaging in physical labor? how is a seamstress really different from a "seamstress"? (it's the power dynamics and misogyny standard to western/european/american/christian society: women and sex must be controlled by the patriarchial majority, kept small and afraid and in chains.) pratchett legitimizes the seamstresses in vimes's present. in vetinari's ankh-morpork, the seamstresses have just as much power as the merchants, the armorers, the assassins—and vimes knows this, but he did grow up in the past he's in now.

in snuff, vimes's approaching anagnorisis is more obviously manifested. brilliantly, pratchett begins vimes's encounter with the goblins by talking about vimes's childhood teacher, mistress slightly, who "taught [him] how not to be afraid" and made him blackboard monitor, "the first time anyone had entrusted him with anything;" vimes thinks he'll put a bag of peppermints on her grave if he gets out of this alive. all positive, and in fact clearly transformative, praise from our hero. but vimes is in a goblin cave, and pratchett has brought up mistress slightly because vimes is remembering his first (educational, not physical) encounter with goblins. this paragraph is worth quoting in full:

"[Mistress Slightly] had one book in her tiny sitting room, and the first time she had given it to young Sam Vimes to read he had got as far as page seven when he froze. The page showed a goblin: the jolly goblin, according to the text. Was it laughing, was it scowling, was it hungry, was it about to bite your head off? Young Sam Vimes hadn't waited to find out and had spent the rest of the morning under a chair. These days he excused himself by remembering that most of the other kids felt the same way. When it came to the innocence of childhood, adults often got it wrong. In any case, she had sat him on her always slightly damp knee after class and made him really look at the goblin. It was made of lots of dots! Tiny dots, if you looked closely. The closer you looked at the goblin the more it wasn't there. Stare it down and it lost all its power to frighten. 'I hear that they are wretched, badly made mortals,' the dame had said sadly. 'Half-finished folk, or so I hear. It's only a blessing this one had something to be jolly about.'"

a near-perfect depiction, unfortunately, of the educational experience. encounter something that scares you and makes you uncomfortable, examine it with the help of a pedagogist, examine it on your own, take it apart so that you are not afraid anymore, and instead understand what it is and how it is made: that's the experience from the first word of the quote all the way until "Stare it down and lost all its power to frighten." and then, a heel-turn: your teacher shows that they completely misunderstood the lesson they were teaching—and that you, the child, understood both parts of the lesson perfectly: you absorbed the critical thinking skills and that this existing societal prejudice is, in fact, totally correct and should not be examined using the skills you just learned.

thus, pratchett has vimes, our hero, our moral center, spout the violent, ingrained, dehumanizing, incitement-to-genocide nonsense of the society in which he has been formed. vimes does this tiredly, without thinking, without making the connection between how things are and how they ought to be, missing the direct relationship of that required moral reevaluation to the case and situation at hand. and pratchett throws that directly back in vimes's face, physically. both times, pratchett says: even if you're tired, even if there's shit going down, even if your worldview is being turned upside down, even if you're in the dead middle of processing everything you've so recently learned, you cannot make the mistake of dehumanization/depersonalization. and you, of all people, have to know that, vimes. not one drop of alcohol passes your lips, not one minute after six goes by without you reading to your son, not one arrestee is subjected to even small or casual police brutality. and not one person—seamstress or goblin—is to be insulted and discriminated against and excluded from deserving to live. to do so, to make that mistake even once, is to face the immediate physical consequences of it from someone deeply and fundamentally in the know. you need the sense smacked into you.

from night watch:

"Consider that a sign of my complete lack of a sense of humor, will you?" said Rosie, shaking some life back into her hand.

"I'm... sorry," said Vimes. "I didn't mean to... I mean... look, thak you for everything. I mean it. But this is not being a good night."

"Yes, I can see that."

"It's worse than you think. Believe me."

"We all have our troubles. Believe me," said Rosie. /end quote.

from snuff:

It was a corker, nonetheless, and out of the corner of his stinging gaze he saw Feeny take a step back. At least the boy had some sense.

"You are the gods' own fool, Commander Vimes! No, I'm not teaching them to be fake humans, I'm teaching them how to be goblins, clever goblins! Do you know that they have only five names for colors? Even trolls have around sixty, and a lot more than that if they find a paint salesman! Does this mean goblins are stupid? No, they have a vast number of names for things that even poets haven't come up with, for things like the colors shift and change, the melting of one hue into another. They have single words for the most complicated of feelings; I know about two hundred of them, I think, and I'm sure there are a lot more! What you may think are grunts and growls and snarls are in fact carrying vast amounts of information! They're like an iceberg, commander: most of them is where you can't see or understand, and I'm teaching Tears of the Mushroom and some of her friends so that they may be able to speak to people like you, who think they are dumb. And do you know what, commander? There isn't much time! They're being slaughtered! It's not called that, of course, but slaughter is how it ends, because they're just dumb nuisances, you see. Why don't you ask Mr. Upshot what happened to the rest of the goblins three years ago, Commander Vimes?"

And with that, Miss Beedle turned on her heel and disappeared down into the darkness of the cave with Tears of the Mushroom bobbing along behind her, leaving Vimes to walk the last few yards out into the glorious light. /end quote.

#sam vimes #terry pratchett #original flavor #dw tag

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utilitycaster · 10 months

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Assuming Laudna will open up to Imogen about killing Bor’dor/Delilah possibly still lingering, I wonder if it will cause friction between them. I don’t know why it would but maybe I just want drama between them to make them interesting to me lol. Anyway, It is gonna be interesting to see how the bells interacts after this cause they all have had some growth and regression. You know what I mean?

So I agree that the reunion is going to be really interesting. While I actually think the parties are on roughly the same page (though Imogen and Laudna might not be; Imogen is still kind of a lone holdout on "but what if I don't care about the gods") they did have wildly different experiences, and I do love drama.

Here's my opinion: I don't actually think Team Issylra regressed. I think there's a very common false equivalence of violence=regression that pops up in the fandom, and I think it's 100% wrong given the setting and genre conventions.

I'm reminded actually of a lot of discussion about the Ted Lasso finale a few weeks ago - there's a good post here, the gist of which is that sometimes a part of recovery is looking less happy. Laudna's entire deal is that she compartmentalizes and suppresses and tells herself it's all uphill from here. Orym has heard multiple people - people who like him, even, who'd consider him a friend or ally - openly say the group that murdered his husband and father-in-law who was basically a father to him and who used his leader (whom he's sworn to protect and who said husband and father-in-law died protecting) as nothing more than bait might have some good points, and he's mostly kept quiet. Even Ashton, who has been in somewhat better shape this arc, believed himself to be undeserving of anything good.

So yeah, Laudna might possibly have reawakened Delilah, but she's actually letting herself experience some emotions and talk about them. It's a pretty major step forward that she's spent so much time admitting to anger and fear, and her feelings about betrayal, and crying on Ashton's shoulder instead of constantly pretending everything is totally fine so that she can be the shoulder to Imogen. Orym's moment with the locket is not, to me, an act of cruelty. It's him saying "why do I keep trying to understand and sparing the feelings of people who never once gave me that grace, and who will use me or murder me without a second thought?" And while Ashton isn't immediately running to Hishari right now because, understandably, they are prioritizing the reunion and stopping the Vanguard, their moment about realizing this is anger and the past was self-pity feels like a breakthrough. He's confronting that past (speaking of false equivalences, there's a similarly common one of "choosing to go along with the main party-wide plot instead of one's own specific hooks=avoidance") and is letting himself whole-heartedly support the party after spending years refusing to have friends because friends leave.

Team Issylra is in the messy part of growth, but they've grown immensely, and that's actually the biggest thing I want to see Team Wildemount respond to.

#answered #Anonymous #critical role #critical role spoilers #bells hells

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diamondmooniii · 2 years

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What transformation are you going through?

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♡ Pile 1 ♡

(The Hierophant rx, 3 of cups rx, 7 of swords, 10 of pentacles, the sun rx)

I feel like you want a transformation in a certain (or all) area of your life, but you may be too focused on traditions and how you were taught things were supposed to get done and in what order, but deep down, tradition is not what you crave, but a change. A change in how you do things, in how you see the world and how you learn from it. You may also want to teach others in your situation how to overcome their fear of disappointing others (especially their family) just for wanting to do something different to what they want and what their perception of success is.

Right now you're not truly able to enjoy your life or spending time with your loved ones because of this. You feel conflicted, you feel that if they don't approve of what you do then you won't be able to fully enjoy it, you'd feel remorse.

If this keeps going on, I feel like you'll reach a point where you end up exhausted from repressing your needs and just leave them behind so you can go and live how you want to, on your own terms, which isn't completely wrong, as long as you do it from a place of "I'm doing this because I deserve to fulfill my dreams" and not in order to get some kind of revenge for all the times they've repressed you and you're needs.

I'm not saying that they're necessarily bad people and don't want the best for you (at least for some of you), but they may feel like they're right just because they're older than you, when in reality it's because of all the trauma they've gone through in their lives. That shapes our mindset and the way we perceive life and when unhealed, we project that onto others, so I highly encourage you to take your own path, whatever that may look like. See where they're coming from and only take what you'll truly need.

Something you should work in is your self-concept, you may feel undeserving of what you desire and that is simply not true. By thinking you're not worthy of what you want and not appreciating all you've already done, you may be blocking the happy ending you're seeking. You're blocking blessings and abundance, so I highly recommend you do some shadow work to get to the root of it so you can heal and finally recognize and unlock all your potential.

♡ Pile 2 ♡

(2 of wands, 9 of pentacles, king of pentacles, the lovers, ace of swords)

You are finally stepping into your own power and taking control over your life. Congratulations!! You've been putting in the work for a while now and I feel like this transformation reflects that. You're finally enjoying your day to day life, taking things one step at a time and learning to enjoy the process, being open and realizing all the resources that are now available to you (or that have always been there, but you're now seeing them and using them in your favor and taking advantage of them).

It wasn't easy, but you're finally going to have all you have been manifesting. All your desires are coming to fruition. You'll finally have the stability and structure you've been building for your life.

I feel like you may have gone through a situation (like a relationship) that left you some traumas and it would be useful for you to reflect on it, work through it and finally realease it. I feel like for some of you, these people could even contact you and ask for your forgiveness... Do it, forgive them, even if you don't tell them directly. You are walking into a new stage of your life, you shouldn't be carrying things that don't align with it since they'll only weigh you down and you won't be able to fully enjoy all the new blessings coming in because you'd have this unresolved issue within yourself. I know it can be extremely hard sometimes, but you should forgive yourself and all the other parties involved, they may not deserve it, but you do. You're walking into a place where resentment will not let you shine, and you deserve to feel free of past burdens.

By letting this go completely and focusing on yourself and what's ahead of you, you'll be experiencing this new beginning in the best way possible. I'm really happy for you!!

♡ Pile 3 ♡

(6 of pentacles, 8 of wands rx, 6 of cups rx, the sun, ace of swords)

In this transformation you're learning to give to others. Let me explain, you may have gone through some serious shit, people that have stabbed you in the back and broken your trust, and thanks to that you may have been feeling like your relationships (not only romantic, this could be platonic or in your family for some of you) have been stagnant for a while. Maybe you wanted to meet knew people and for one reason or another, your plans didn't come to fruition. I feel like this may have been a lesson you had to go through, in order to learn how to set boundaries and to learn how to teach others to treat you, so in the future no one will treat you that way again.

I feel that after this whole transformation process you'll be completely in charge of your time and energy and will be able to discern when someone deserves it and how much of it to give. By this point you'll have strong and healthy boundaries, because you've learned that your presence and energy are sacred and should not be given freely to anyone, just those who truly deserve it.

You have learned how to enjoy your own company and you're not desperate to fill your life with other people just because.

I feel like there may be some eagerness on your part to finally meet new people and find the ones that truly appreciate you for who you are, but remember to not ignore any red flags just because of the potential of the relationship. If you feel like something is off or they make certain comments or have attitudes that don't align with you, then the best is to leave that situation. Following your intuition is the best option here, no matter how reliable they may seem. If something feels off then listen to that instinct. Also, keep in mind that it's totally normal for people to stay in your life for only a particular amount of time, so don't beat yourself up if you meet people that you vibe with and they don't end up being there for you for the rest of your life (or for the next months-years). Not all people are meant to be with us forever, and that's ok.

I feel that at the end of this transformation you'll be feeling unstoppable, you'll be manifesting the connections that you've wanted and will be feeling wiser in all areas of your life. You'll be making the right connections that'll lead you exactly where you want to be in life.

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#pick a card #pick a card reading #intuitive readings #psychic readings #tarot reading #pac reading

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scribefindegil · 7 months

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ok i'm soooo happy you talked about the mind control thing with the divine tree arc. it rubbed me the wrong way a lot and is the reason why i still don't really like dimple, even though i know it's an important story point and all, i feel like brainwashing is a huge violation and it was never really talked about afterwards. it also rubbed me the wrong way when mob wondered if he did something wrong by stopping the brainwashing even though it made peopl happy, like i feel like that's so disrespectful to autonomy and such (even though, it is a fictional story)

i really like what you're doing with the brassica heresy, with tsubomi taking center stage bc she is one of my faves, i'm really excited where it will go!

Okay. It is possible that you will not like what I have to say. That's fine; you don't have to agree with me and you certainly don't have to like a fictional character who has done fucked-up stuff.

That said.

I feel like you're approaching this with framing that's pretty at odds with the themes of the show. Everyone agrees that the brainwashing was bad. A lot of Mob Psycho characters have done things that are bad. Pretty much everyone I know spent most of the Divine Tree confrontation absolutely furious with Dimple. But the question is: Okay, a character has done something awful. Now what? A lot of people would say that the only solution is punishment and rejection, that Dimple has done something too terrible for him to remain a sympathetic character, and he needs to be exiled or killed or imprisoned or otherwise removed from the show.

But Mob Psycho 100 believes, completely and utterly, with its whole chest, with every arc and with every character, that there is nothing you can do that is so terrible that you are undeserving of human connection, that you are incapable of changing for the better. It believes that there is no fundamental, ontological difference between the people you hate and the people you love, between a terrorist trying to take over the world and a kid who lashed out once and accidentally hurt his brother. Which isn't to say that actions don't matter; obviously they do, and they have consequences. But regardless of what they've done, everyone is just a person. Everyone can grow.

And, crucially, it isn't interested in punishment. Did the character realize their mistake and begin to change? That's what matters. The show doesn't have people constantly rehash the bad things they've done; it just gives them the chance to stop and choose a different path. And Dimple does. Dimple realizes that his goal of godhood wasn't going to make him happy, but his friendship with Mob was.

And people can have boundaries; people can decide that they don't want to be associated with someone any more; forgiveness, in Mob Psycho, is always a choice. But it's a choice that the characters continue to make because the show values kindness and transformation.

So like, yeah, the brainwashing was truly, deeply horrifying. And Mob loves Dimple anyway. And I do too.

(Also, to your point about the LOL cult: Mob is extremely anxious about doing the right thing and specifically about following social rules. And those people did seem to be happy, so of course it makes sense that the fear that he made their lives worse is going to eat at him. That's why Reigen's there, to reassure him, to tell him "You saved some people that only you could have saved," to listen to him tell his story and say that no, those people weren't really happy, and he did something good and important and necessary by breaking the spell.)

#conversations #mp100 #mob meta

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dodger-chan · 1 year

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I am, in general, not a fan of soulmates as a concept. But I got this idea on the train home from the hockey games I went to today and now I have 750 unedited words of literal soulmates platonic Stobin, set between seasons two and three.

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The girls locker room was Robin’s least favorite place in all of Hawkins. Too many undressed and half-dressed classmates who might think she looked at them too long, or notice her looking away too quickly. Too many opportunities to get found out, exposed.

“What the hell, Buckley?” Robin tensed. One of the senior girls, Jessica Howard was staring at Robin’s soulmark. “You’re Steve Harrington’s soulmate?”

“No?” It shouldn’t have been a question. Steve Harrington was rich and popular and exactly the kind of person who hated people like her.

“Those letters sure look like his.” The older girl jabbed her finger into Robin’s hip where the Russian words were printed. “Same nonsense.”

“It’s Russian.” Robin had been studying the language as best as she could in Hawkins since her mark came in. It was nonsense, from what Robin could tell. What was a square of stars, anyway? My mom said it probably meant I was going to marry a defector. Maybe he will, too?”

“I don’t know. They sure look like the same letters.” Beth Marks, another senior girl, was now studying Robin’s bare hip.

For fucks sake how many girls had Harrington slept with?

“I hope not. Steve Harrington’s an ass. I’d rather have no soulmate than him.”

It didn’t take long for the whole school to hear. Robin braced herself to hear from Harrington directly. Instead, she got Nancy Wheeler joining her in the cafeteria.

“Steve’s really not that bad.” No preamble, straight to business.

“Not that bad isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement.” Robin had regretted calling Harrington an ass almost as soon as she’d said it. Not that he wasn’t, but he could be the nicest guy on the planet and Robin still wouldn’t want to date him.

“So, I know he has a reputation, and it’s not entirely undeserved, but he’s really very sweet and kind. We didn’t break up because he was an ass.” Nancy fiddled awkwardly with the food on her tray. “I know it must be hard to find your soulmate so early, before you’ve had much time to date at all, but I do think you should give Steve a chance.”

“I’m not going to date your ex to assuage your feelings of guilt for cheating on him.”

Nancy flushed red, anger or embarrassment, stood abruptly and stalked away. It was unusually satisfying.

The next people to bother Robin about her soulmark were Harrington’s former acolytes, Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins.

“Show us.” Perkins demanded. They’d cornered her after band practice, practically pushed her into one of the girls’ bathrooms. The one no one used. The one where they wouldn’t be interrupted, however long they wanted to keep Robin trapped.

She should definitely just show them the mark and hope that was enough to get them off her case.

“I thought the only people who saw Harrington’s mark were the girls he fucked.” Robin looked from Perkins to Hagan. “I didn’t realize you three had that sort of relationship.”

“You bitch.” Hagan grabbed her shirt collar and pulled. Hard. Perkins did not seem inclined to stop him.

“The fuck are you doing?” A somewhat breathless Steve Harrington stood in the doorway. He stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him. “Let. Her. Go.”

Hagan did.

The tension in the bathroom was intense. The hatred in Hagan’s glare, the anger in Harrington’s. The sparkle of delight Robin saw in Perkins’ eyes was the one that shook her the most.

“Get out.” Harrington snarled. Hagan started to reply, but his girlfriend beat him to it.

“Of course.” She placed a restraining hand on Hagan’s shoulder. “We only wanted to know if she really was your soulmate.”

From Perkins’ smirk, Robin thought the older girl considered it confirmed.

“Out.” Harrington repeated. Perkins led Hagan out. Harrington shifted his attention to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He turned to leave. “Wait. You don’t want to see? To be sure?”

“Why?” Harrington looked back at her. Without the anger he just looked tired. “You don’t want to be my soulmate. So why would it matter if you are?”

He made a good point. Lots of people never found their soulmate; it wouldn’t be weird for them to just assume they were in that category. In a couple of months, Harrington would be off at college. In another year Robin would graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins.

They never had to see each other again.

If the thought made her a little sad, she didn’t have to tell anyone.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #soulmates au #short ficlet #my fic

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poledancingdinos · 1 year

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Lightweight

Pairing: Young!Syverson X OFC (Maddie)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @elizabetharegina @enchantedbytomandhenry @narnianaos @geralts-yenn @peaches1958 @avengersfan25

A/N: Working my way through my abandoned WIPs. This one was originally a milestone celebration challenge based off the prompt "Should you be drinking that much?"

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Sy’s friends had insisted that on his last Friday night of freedom, a bonfire party was compulsory. He could think of a few other things he’d prefer to be doing like having dinner with his mama or spending the night with a certain little lady, but at least the thrum of the party crowd would keep his mind occupied.

Maddie was the only person missing and Sy knew as soon as he heard the car door that she’d finally arrived. He approached from behind as his oldest friend poured copious amounts of liquor into a red plastic cup.

“Woah there, lightweight, you might wanna pace yourself,” Sy teased, throwing an arm around her shoulders. He’d intended to pull her into a hug but Maddie instantly jerked away from his touch, slamming the forty ounce down on the table and turning to face him. “I can drink whatever the hell I want, Sy!”

He was fixed in place, mouth agape, as he watched her storm off to the porch. Her best friend, Ashley, walked into the kitchen just as Madison left, pulling a beer from the fridge.

“What the devil’s gotten into her tonight?” Sy asked, frowning in the direction Madison had run off. She was normally so quiet and reserved — he could count on one hand the number of times she’d raised her voice at him and it had never been undeserved.

“You mean she didn’t tell you either? I thought for sure you’d have been the first one she confided in. I had to drag it out of her in the car.”

Sy finally broke his gaze away from the yard, looking over his shoulder at Ashley. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Her beer hissed as she twisted the top off the bottle and wordlessly offered one to Sy. “You know that position she interviewed for at her work? The promotion?”

Sy nodded, accepting the bottle. “Yeah, I remember her sayin’ it was a good raise, better benefits…”

Ashley leaned her forearms on the counter, picking at the corner of the paper label with her nail.

“Well, she got passed up for it. They gave it to some other guy and the explanation was that she was ‘overqualified for that specific position’.”

“What kind of bullshit is that? If she’s overqualified for a promotion, isn’t she then also over qualified for her current job?” Sy demonstrated his annoyance by downing half of the cold liquid in one go.

“I agree, it’s bullshit. For now, she’s stuck as an entry-level associate with no insurance, shit pay and working twice as much as the people above her in the food chain. I keep telling her to quit but she’s convinced nobody would want to hire her.”

Sy was silently fuming, shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t she tell me any of this?”

He was angry at her dumbass boss for not realizing how amazing she was, but he was also hurt that she hadn’t told him herself. Didn’t she know that she meant everything to him? Did she think he wouldn’t care?

Normally when he was home on leave they spent every spare second together. This last week she’d been uncharacteristically withdrawn and now he knew why.

“I don’t know, Sy. You’d have to ask her that.” She gave him a sympathetic smile, stepping away to join the rest of the guests.

Sy looked out of the little window over the sink, eyes trailing over the yard until he found the girl he was seeking sitting in a chair on the far side of the yard. It was already getting late, the warm mid-summer sun having fully set. One of the guys was adding another log to the glowing embers in the fire pit.

He fought with himself, debating whether he should go talk to her, but the opportunity was lost when the rest of the girls gathered around the fire and took up the remaining camping chairs. He watched from afar, seeing her take a sip from her overfull cup every other sentence. In only a few minutes, the cup was set upside down on the ground and one of Sy’s friends shoved a shot glass full of tequila into her hand.

Sy’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his name being called. Realizing that he couldn’t spend his going away party hiding in the kitchen, he downed the remaining beer, setting the empty by the sink and trading the quiet of the kitchen for the medley of excited voices of the yard.

About an hour later, more camping chairs were added around the fire and the boys settled between the ladies. Of course, yet another round of shots was passed around and Maddie threw back not only hers but the one meant for the girl beside her as well.

Sy knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, that she was her own person and fully capable of making her own decision, but the look on her face compelled him to speak up. She was normally a happy drunk. Give that girl a few glasses of sweet wine and she turned into this cute, giggly ball of sunshine but instead she was hunched down in her chair, not really paying attention to the others around them except when they waved alcohol in her face.

When she stood on shaky legs to head back into the kitchen, Sy followed.

“Should you be drinking that much?” he asked, startling her so badly she dropped the liquor bottle which landed on the counter with a loud bang. Thankfully, it was still screwed shut and didn’t shatter on impact.

“I— I can do wh’tever the hell I want.”

“That’s true,” he conceded, moving closer. “But just ‘cause ya can, don’t mean you gotta make yourself sick.”

“Fuck off, you’re just ‘nother guy trying to tell me what I can or can’t do. Only time guys ever talk t’me these days is to bark orders.”

Sy had never seen her act in that way before and, frankly, he didn’t know what to make of it. He had a hard time believing it was only her job making her so upset. Or maybe she had more to drink than usual and this was just what excessive alcohol did to her.

Whatever the reason, he hated seeing her so upset. “I’m not barkin’ orders, Squirt, I’m looking out for your safety.”

He’d meant his tone to be soothing but it had the opposite effect.

“Don’t call me that!” Maddie snapped. She secretly hated when he called her “squirt”, it was a constant reminder that she was nothing more than an annoying little sister to him.

“Been callin’ ya Squirt for damn near fifteen years, that ain’t gonna change now.”

She scoffed, attempting to march away but only making it two feet before stumbling and nearly falling flat on her face. Sy caught her just in time but she was less than grateful.

“I don’t need you… I don’t need your help.”

He sighed, getting frustrated with the bratty behavior.

“Look, I heard about the job and I’m real sorry about that but you’re actin’ like it’s me you’re angry with, and for the life of me, I don’t know why.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter does it?” She hiccuped. “‘Cause you’ll be gone and I’ll be here and I’ll be stuck with just myself! I don’t even like my job, I just wanted to have something, fucking anything, in my life to keep my mind off the fact that I’m stuck here worrying that the guy I love, who doesn’t even love me back, might never come home and that then I really will be all alone!”

The young woman sobbed in his arms, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breath after her furious ranting. Sy went over her words in his head, his mind playing catch up.

“What was that about a guy?”

Maddie’s eyes went wide but she didn’t answer, instead planting her palms against Sy’s chest and slipping out of his arms. She made a beeline for the front door and Sy chased after her, hoping like hell she wasn’t thinking about getting in her car and driving off.

“No, we’re not goin’ that way,” he said as he wrapped an arm around Maddie’s waist. “Come on, let’s get you to a bed.”

Had it been anyone else, those words would have sent a terrified shiver down her spine but this was Sy.

Sy who’d been her friend since they were kids.

Sy who knew her better than she knew herself.

Sy who gave all her boyfriends the “if you hurt her, I’ll beat your ass” speech.

Sy whose embrace made Maddie feel like she meant something yet always looked as disinterested as if he’d hugged his sister once he let go.

“Fine,” she eventually agreed.

Maddie allowed Sy to lead her up the steps and into the house’s only guest bedroom. He always stayed with a friend when he was on leave since his mama had moved out of state.

But if she slept in Sy’s bed, where was he going to sleep?

“Right here to make sure you don’t suffocate in your sleep.”

It seemed she’d asked that last question out loud.

Maddie dropped onto the mattress, immediately regretting it when her head spun from the bounce. She turned her back to Sy, intent on ignoring his presence but then the bed dipped and Sy pulled her into his chest.

They hadn’t shared a bed since they were children and his mother had to work the graveyard shift. Though she had fallen asleep with her head on his lap a time or two and they had always greeted each other with hugs, cuddling was not something they had ever done before.

“That guy you said you love,” Sy whispered, pressing a cheek to the top of her head, “why do you think he doesn’t love you back?”

“Because he doesn’t. He never has. If he did, he’d have asked me out by now.”

Sy tightened his embrace, stroking a soothing hand up and down Maddie’s arm. “See darlin’, I think he loves you just as much as you love him. I think he didn’t want to tell you because he thought it would hurt too much to leave you behind.”

“So I was right. I am alone.”

“No,” he said. “You’re never alone, Maddie. He loves you. He’s loved you for years. Even when he’s away, all he can think about is you.”

Sy prayed that her alcohol addled brain could understand what he was trying to say. He’d already spent that long chickening out every time he got the chance to confess his feelings, he wasn’t sure he would be able to do it all over again.

“Then why does he keep leaving?”

“‘Cause lovin’ ya also means he wants to keep you safe.” Sy gently tipped Maddie’s head up catching her gaze. “This is just somethin’ I gotta do right now, Sweetheart. I wish I didn’t have to leave you but I do have to go.”

Finally getting a good look at her, Sy realized she had dark circles under her eyes, suggesting she hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last few days. He hoped that his impending deployment wasn’t the cause but based on what she had just said, it might very well have been. Her eyelids kept falling shut but she seemed to be fighting hard to stay awake and finish the conversation.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart. We can finish this in the morning. I’ll be right here all night, okay?”

“I’m scared for you, Sy,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his chest and clinging to his shirt.

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I know, I’m scared too.”

How could he not be scared? It was his first deployment, he had no idea what to expect. He looked down at the woman now sleeping softly on his chest. At least now he had something to look forward to once he returned home.

#captain syverson #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fic #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #henry cavill

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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When can we see the next part of it??? I badly wanna know what happens to y/n. 🥺

"So.." jungkook timidly starts, fire between the two of them the only background noise as he moves around a bit on his camping chair. "How.. is she?" He wonders quietly, and Taehyung shrugs across from him, arms crossed.

"Good." He answers, a lot more confident in both words and delivery of them as the younger singer. "Recently learned how to knit. She's pretty good at it- but she struggles to concentrate on it for long." He chuckles at the last part, Jungkook softly doing the same as he watches the flames.

"I can imagine." He answers. "She's always been easy to distract."

Taehyung nods. "She's really all over the place sometimes." He mumbles, leaning back a bit more.

"Yeah, but.. you know. If you just help her to stop and kind of recollect herself, she's as if she restarted." He jokingly explains. "Sometimes she just gets overwhelmed."

Again, the older singer nods.

"She.. I saw she had a new collar in the picture you'd sent in the group chat." Jungkook mentions. "I didn't know she liked wearing them." He guiltily admits.

"She likes reassurance." Taehyung explains softly. "She likes to have a reminder that she belongs somewhere. It's like holding a hand when the hand isn't in reach. Her words, not mine, by the way." He tells the younger man, who becomes visibly more somber now as he looks at the fire. "She misses home."

At that, Jungkook cracks a little, running his hands over his face as he adjusts his hat.

"As much as I adore her, it's.. pretty obvious." Taehyung continues, biting through the painful view of his best friend struggling a little more to compile himself with every word spoken. "She asks about you. And Bam, too."

"Fuck." Jungkook chokes out, now completely hiding his face as he tries to keep himself together. There's not been a day where he didn't regret what had happened. Not once has he found himself getting over the whole situation, not even a little bit. Everything reminds him of you.

And it's now worse than ever, after realizing that there might be more going on than just missing a pet or a friend even.

"How's he doing?" He asks, and Jungkook picks himself up a little, taking a deep breath with red and glistening eyes before he answers.

"Great. Awesome, even. My dad loves him." He says. "He's honestly thriving. Listens to my mom better than anyone." He rants a little, before he just let's the tears fall. "He's happy."

"That's good." Taehyung nods. "Do you regret it?" He wonders, and Jungkook nods.

"Getting them both? No." He says. "But I regret not realizing what was going on when it was pretty obvious." He admits. "I just.. I think I really did forget that she's not human. Not fully, at least."

"Its easy to make that mistake." The older singer reminds him. "A lot of people make that. Even with full dogs." He shakes his head, laughing a bit to himself. "Hell, even I pamper Tannie a bit too much here and there. Humanize him." He explains. "But you have to always keep in mind that there's limits to what's alright, and what's not. She's partially human, yes, but there's also partially an animal in there that struggles to understand what's happening right now."

"I know." Jungkook says quietly.

"She's confused." Taehyung offers. "She thinks it's her fault. Or tries to spin the story in a way that puts her at fault at least. Because that's easier than admitting that the person you love hurt you."

At the word love, jungkook flinches a little.

Because he feels so undeserving of it right now.

And he doesn't know if he will ever gain back the right to receive it from you. He knows you got it good with Taehyung. He takes good care of you.

Maybe he should leave it at that.

Maybe he should let you go.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #taehyung angst #jungkook angst #hybrid imagine

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musewritingsforyou · 10 months

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A Normal? Day

Summary: A normal day in the life of Beacon Hills Favorite Couple

Warnings: unbearable Fluff, plot points that wont make sense just yet

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I realized I dont have any of my Stiles work updated yet! This is just a short little oneshot to show people what my stiles writing will kind of be like. I wrote it to be included in a season rewrite that I am doing but It didnt fit great so now im just giving it to you for fun!

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*somethings that wont make sense to you will be explained if you go read my series rewrite in the next few weeks!*

A normal day in a supernatural world.

Step one, wake up.

Waking up is a long process for me. My lovely hyperactive boyfriend did what he always does for me each morning, wake up about thirty minutes before me, sit there as still as he can (which is not very still) to let me sleep in, give up after ten minutes and then get out of bed. Stiles woke up at six this morning, playing with my hair as I slept before he finally got out of bed. Like every morning since we started doing this, he placed his pillow and a spare flannel in my arms so I wouldn't ‘get cold and lonely’, and then went to get himself ready for school. This was a relatively short process, throw on some pants, decide between a sweatshirt or a flannel, find the backpack and then he's pretty much done. For me on the other hand, it's a little different.

“y/n/n, I gave you five extra minutes. You gotta get up.” I groaned and moved the pillow that was in my arms to cover my face. To my disappointment Stiles took it off and started peppering me with kisses until I opened my eyes with a scowl on my face.

“I love you but I really hate you.” He gave me a classic Stiles grin as he moved backwards off of the bed.

“I know, you make sure to tell me that every time I wake you up.”

After walking out the door, and then back to it within seconds to make sure I was actually getting up, Stiles went downstairs to make some coffee and left me to get ready. I was running late, per usual, but by the time I made it to the car all of my things were there waiting for me, along with Stiles who held out a travel cup of coffee just the way I like it and forcibly handed me a banana.

“Eat.” I shook my head and motioned for him to drive.

“Too early, If I eat right now I'll actually puke all over your car.” He started the car and drove with one hand as he kept the banana extended.

“Babe, we do this every morning and every morning I remind you that-” I snatched the fruit from his hand as I finished his sentence.

“Breakfast is important and if you don't eat it in three hours you're going to come to me during class with a panicked look on your face telling me you think you're about to pass out. I know, I remember.”

I sound sarcastic like this every morning, but even through the snide remarks and the occasional unnecessary and undeserved insult, Stiles still looks at me like I'm the answer to the universe.

Step two, school. For this one I recommend that you don’t do what I manage to do every year, fill your schedule with all honors and AP classes, zero breaks or study halls, and more than three extra-curriculars.

I won't bore you with the rather slow details of a highschool senior. I will however give you this, classes are hard, I don't think I will ever be able to use a red pen in my entire life, and with each passing day somehow I find a way to be even more stressed than the day before.

The day ended with me sitting on a bench with Lydia and Malia, watching our boys play lacrosse from across the field and inevitably laughing our asses off whenever either of them would look over to make a face at us and get tackled or hit with something from the field. Ah the simple pleasures, you know? As we both waited for Stiles and Scott, Lydia and I spread our various school textbooks out on the bench in front of us, in all about sixteen heavy books set open as we studied. When Coach finally blew his whistle with one ear shattering blow after another the boys ran to us, practically dripping in sweat. Stiles bound up the bleachers, skipping some of the steps and leaned down in front of me, waiting for a kiss. I didn't look up from my textbook, and neither did Lydia as she responded to the boys while hovering over her calculus homework.

“Nice try boys, but before you even think about going anywhere but a dog kennel, you need to take showers.” There were a few mumbled protests but again without looking up she shooed them with her hands.

“Come on, off you go.” I giggled a little as they marched away in defeat, their cleats making a crunching sound when they reached the grass.

Step three, finally to get home, only to have to go to a pack meeting.

Like every other Friday the pack all met in Scotts living room, this time all agreeing to stay away from anything breakable. I promised Melissa I wouldn't let them destroy the house while she was out, and I keep my promises. At the moment there were no big problems. Though I still wince a little when I say it, it seems like everything in Beacon Hills is… normal. As weird as that sounds. But we still meet once a week, every week it becomes more of a group study/hangout than a real meeting, but spending time with our friends was more valuable than any solution we had come up with before. The only issue to discuss at this meeting was me. I wouldn't call it an issue exactly, but after finding out about my… species? People? Clan? I don't know what to call it, but after finding out about what I am, we still have almost no information about what that really means, for me or for them.

“Liam, as much as I appreciate the input, I don’t think being a truth seeker literally means that I can cheat on multiple choice tests. Even if it did, morally I will tell you again, cheating is a bad thing, and also none of my classes use multiple choice.”

They all tried their best to put Stiles and I at ease, telling us that in time we would figure it all out. But that was the thing, we didn't have time. We’re seniors just a few months from leaving this town for college, and once I leave I don't see myself flying across the country once a week just so that I can make sure I know the “truth” of Beacon Hills. The sun finally set and Stiles and I said our goodbyes, walking hand in hand out the jeep before heading to his house for the night.

Step four, stay up until three in the morning looking for answers about what supernatural powers you have. yeah , I know, that one's a kicker.

As soon as Stiles and I stepped foot in the door of his room we threw off our bags and changed into sweatpants. I took the flannel he gave to me this morning and placed it over my tank top as we stood in front of his clear board as if waiting for an idea to come to us by itself. The board was still blank, nothing there but a picture of me and Stiles together at the lookout in the woods. A little reminder that no matter what crazy ideas are thrown onto this board, we always have each other. We settled into our usual spots, Stiles standing and pacing in the middle of the room while I spread books and papers out over his bed, laying on my stomach and staring into the pages.

Finally, Step five, wait for the full frustration to kick in, and then once it's there, find a cute boy to calm you down.

I was laying flat on my stomach with four books in front of me, two from school, two from Lydia on the supernatural. I was hoping that in between my AP calculus homework and my college physics textbook I could figure out something new about my identity. News flash, it wasn't working. I groaned at the words in front of me, frustrated that for some reason the letters were swimming in and out. I took the books (all four of them) and slammed them shut before throwing them aggressively onto the ground in front of Stile’s bed and then taking the papers and just tossing them onto the air without any thought of aim or purpose. Stiles stopped pacing and stood still in front of his board, which now had a few red squiggles here and there along with the photo and a horrible attempt at drawing a wolf. He turned slowly to me with a marker in his hands.

“You good?”

“Not really.” He nodded and walked over, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and putting the marker down. While I was still lying on my stomach he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

“baby, do you know what time it is right now?” I placed my head in my hands and responded.

“No. Do I want to?”

“No, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's three in the morning.” I said nothing and just signed into my hands. Stiles ignored my angry sighs and continued.

“Babe do you know what that means?” I shook my head.

“Well first of all it means that you are probably exhausted, which is why you're getting so frustrated with yourself, but more importantly it means that we have two hours before that night time diner downtown closes.” I looked up fast.

“Are you talking about the one with the pie, and the fries and the shakes.” He looked at me very seriously and nodded. Without another word I popped up on the bed and threw on a pair of crocs.

“Stiles, no matter what I say in the mornings when you wake me up, I love you so much I think you might even be higher on my list than eating pie at three in the morning.” He gave me a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek.

“Say no more, love.”

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"So, Bai, are you ready?" Yao questioned his little sweet.

The duo was currently standing in front of the palace. Today was officially Bai's first day "working" at the palace. She knows that Papa told her she would be the royal sibling's personal servant, but she's not sure how much work they'll give her- considering they're children. But that doesn't stop the bundles of nerves growing in her tummy.

"I guess." Bai answers.

Yao looked at his granddaughter with question. He thought she'd be kicking the doors down to see Azula. Well, actually- Zuko. He knows that Bai says she's excited to see Azula, but he knows the little liar better.

"Bai... what's wrong? You were so excited after the party yesterday? What's caused this change of heart?"

"Well," she started, looking everywhere but at him. "I'm kind of nervous. I know that some of the kids and even the Firelord seemed to like me at Azula's party, but... that was different. What if they just didn't want to cause a scene? What if they really don't like me?"

Yao felt a piece of his heart sink. It hurt him deeply knowing Bai was feeling so insecure. How could she not think she was amazing, he thought to himself.

"Bai. You are worrying for no reason. You are a wonderful, compassionate, beautiful, kind girl. People can't help but like you! And if this family can't see that then they should really do some soul searching." Yao answered proudly.

Bai thought her heart was about to burst with love. She felt tears of appreciation pool at her eyes, but she managed to keep them in control. She didn't want to let her papa see her cry because he would start crying. It's moments like these where she realizes how loved her grandparents made her feel. Gramma always kept encouraging and pushing her even if it seemed impossible. Papa always managed to calm her ever present nerves and diminish her insecurities. She's so undeserving of her grandparents, and she thanks spirits above that they were the ones to raise her.

"Thank you, Papa!" Bai croaked, hugging Yao tightly. "I needed to hear that."

"No problem my sweet." Yao said, engulfing the small child in a hug. "Let's do this, okay?"

Yao stood up and grabbed Bai's tiny hand. Bai wasn't sure how today would go, but she knows her papa had her back the entire time.

You'll be fine, Bai told herself. There's nothing wrong with me being here. It was Firelord Ozai's idea. Besides, I'll only be doing this until Gramma gets back. I can manage being here for a few days.

Bai's thoughts came to a halt when she realized she was back in the palace. She must've been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realize she was inside.

"Now, you have to go see Firelord Ozai first. He's going to go over the standards and expectations you must follow." Yao said.

"Me? You mean you're not coming with me?"

Yao started looking at everywhere but the small child. He said nothing but Bai understood that he was saying no.

"But papa! Why? What if I say something wrong?"

"Look, Bai... I'd love to be with you, and truthfully, I'd feel so much better if I was allowed to be back there. But I have my own duties I must attend to. Besides, Firelord Ozai didn't want to talk to me- he wanted to speak to you."

Bai's head lowered in defeat. She understood what her Papa meant, but that didn't mean she liked it any better.

"Well, he won't get ugly will he? Or hurt me, right?"

Yao stayed silent. He couldn't bring himself to answer Bai's question honestly. Firelord Ozai may have treated Yao's family with mercy over the years.

But no amount of mercy can change the monster he truly is.

"Just be very careful how you answer and speak to the Firelord. Please treat him with the upmost respect." Yao begged. "Because if you step out of line in his eyes, then there's nothing I can say, Bai."

Bai's nerves were replaced with full blown fear.

What have I gotten myself into?

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"Ah! Bai, how nice to see you." Firelord Ozai uttered.

"It's a pleasure to see you as well, my liege." Bai timidly spoke.

Firelord Ozai held a nasty smirk on his face- the same one he held from the party. He noticed that the young girl was quite nervous and must be feeling vulnerable.

And he loved it.

Moments like this only confirmed the power Firelord Ozai held. The ability to make or break someone. The choice of sparing a life or destroying it. He's the most feared man in the nations.

"Well, come forth and sit up here. I can't see you back there, Bai."

Bai looked around the Firelord's chamber as she began walking. This must be where meetings of the city and war is held, she thought to herself. Black pillars stood everywhere in the room. Firelord Ozai sat on an ornate covered throne on a higher platform.

He must sit there all the time. So everyone can know that he's higher than you- that he's mightier than you.

What really made Bai nervous was what was surrounding the Fire Lord's platform- a wall of fire. Bai could only imagine how heated this room can get when Firelord Ozai gets furious. She shudders at the thought of him actually hurting someone with this wall. She recalls one memory her Papa told her. A meeting with the royal advisors was being held, and one member made the mistake of bringing up the need of funding the schools. Firelord Ozai lost his mind. The wall of flames stood as high as the roof and the heat coming off was unbearable. Papa told Bai he actually felt scared in that moment, and he didn't even do anything wrong.

I hope I'm never the reason he becomes that enraged.

After what feels like forever, Bai finally bowed down and sat- just like the Fire Lord had asked.

You can do this. You're fine.

"Good." He hissed. "Now, I'm a man of few words Bai so this won't take long. You are here to serve. Specifically, Princess Azula and Prince Zuko. Whatever they ask or want, you do it- no questions asked."

Oh spirits, I hope these children don't choose to torture me.

"Now, Princess Azula and Prince Zuko should be in the training room- they were practicing firebending before you arrived. There, you will find your duties. One of the servants will take show you where to go. After today, though, you will need to memorize the rooms of this palace."

Suddenly, Leang, the servant from the party, came in the chamber. She gave Bai and small smile. Bai was relieved to see a familiar face. She had a feeling she would stick close to Leang.

Bai quickly stood up and headed towards Leang's direction. She couldn't wait to get out of the Fire Lord's presence.

"Oh, Bai?"

Bai hesitantly turned around. She just wanted to leave and start her day, but it seemed like Firelord Ozai had other plans.

What could he possibly have forgotten to tell me?

"I know that your family holds a special place here, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to roam freely and do whatever you please. You may be in the palace, but that doesn't change the fact you're a low life servant. And that's all you'll ever be. Dismissed." He waved off.

Bai nodded her head, not trusting her voice. She felt Leang grab her hand to lead her out of the chamber. Which Bai was very grateful for because she wasn't sure if she would be able to move on her own.

Leang and Bai stayed in silent the whole time they were heading to the training room, which gave Bai plenty of time to think of what the Firelord said.

Bai had never felt so worthless like she felt in that moment. Not once in her whole life did anyone speak down on her like Firelord Ozai had. His words kept ringing in her mind over and over again.

You may be in the palace, but that doesn't change the fact you're a low life servant. And that's all you'll ever be.

"I'm very sorry about how Firelord Ozai spoke to you, Bai." Leang spoke, snapping Bai out of her thoughts.

Bai didn't say anything, only smiled and nodded. She was grateful that Leang was trying to make her feel better, but it wasn't really helping. She's not even sure if Papa could make her feel better at that moment.

"Prince Zuko, it is a pleasure to see you." Leang bowed.

Bai was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even realize she already made it to the training room. The worst part was that she didn't know how she made it there.

Hopefully, I won't have to come here too much.

Zuko turned around and gazed upon Bai. She managed to look just as pretty as she did lastnight even though she was wearing a red and black kimono- designated for the servants. But what really catches his attention is her eyes. They're so blue and beautiful. He can see the kindess and loves she holds in her eyes- much like his mother. It's just so nice for Zuko to find someone so sweet. You can't always find that here- especially in the palace.

"And as to you." Zuko spoke, responding to Leang.

"You remember Bai here, right? From the party? She's here to serve you and your sister, Prince Zuko. I will leave you two alone; I have other duties I must attend to."

The two tweens were left alone, staring at each other. Both were too afraid to say the first word.

Bai felt her stomach twisting while Zuko's cheeks began to heat up. The tension was almost unbearable for both parties.

I need to say something, Bai thought to herself.

"H-hello, Prince Zuko. It is an honor to be in your extravagant home." Bai said, bowing.

"O-oh um... yes! As well to you. Well, actually not considering we're not in your home, and I don't know if it is extravagant. Not to say it's not! It's just..."

Bai giggled at the prince. Who would've think Firelord Ozai had a son that could be a little awkward at times? But Bai didn't mind; she actually thought it was kind of cute. It made the great prince seem like a regular guy.

"I promise I took no offence, Prince Zuko. And I think I understood what you were trying to say." Bai said.

Zuko let out a little sigh of relief. At least she decided to save me from embarrassment, he thought to himself.

"So, how can I be an assistance to you, Prince Zuko?"

"Well, you can start by calling me just Zuko."

"I'm sorry, what?" Bai questioned. Doesn't he know the position he's in? He's a prince for spirits sake! And he doesn't want to be called by his official title?

"It just sounds a little formal, don't you think?"

"I suppose that's true... but I don't want to get in trouble with your father."

"Well, how about this," the young prince started. "Whenver we're in a larger setting with my father, generals, or councilmen, you can refer to me as Prince Zuko. But when it's just us, you can just call me Zuko."

Bai shook her head in agreement. She liked that idea very much. And, it gave her hope that the prince would want to spend more time alone.

"But as far as official tasks, I don't need you to do anything."

What? That can't be true.

"Well what about cleaning your room? Or finding you food?" Bai asked. Surely, he'd want her to do something.

"Well, usually, the maids come by and clean our room when while we train. And if you work in the kitchen then those servants deliever us food in case we want something."

Bai felt flabbergasted. He's really doesn't have anything for me to do? Oh! But I bet Azula does!

"Well, what about the princess? I'm sure she has something she would she for me to do? And where is she by the way?"

"She got out of training today. She's a prodigy so she doesn't have to train as long as what I have to." Zuko sneered.

Bai felt bad for Zuko. She hated that he must've thought he wasn't as taleneted as his sister. Or better yet, told he doesn't measure up to Azula.

"But, she left you this note. She told me to give it to you. I'm guessing it's your tasks for today."

When Bai grabbed the note, she felt a small shock between her hand and Zuko's. He must've felt it too because he jumped when his hand grazed upon her smaller and softer one. Bai breathlessly giggled and looked up at the prince. He was already holding s small smile and noticed the a light shade of pink on his cheeks. She realized that Zuko has wore that same shade of pink a few times since she's been around. But she was beginning to like it.

After exchanging nothing but small smiles and breathless giggles, Bai took the note from Zuko; She really needed to see what Azula wanted:

Dear Bai,

I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you today; Both Ty Lee and Mai's father came for an important meeting today. But obviously, they're here with me. I only ask that you would do this one task, and stay away from us today. It's nothing personal, really. Mai's just not very comfortable around you. And both girls feel a little embarrassed to be hanging out with someone of your lifestyle. But don't take it personal, Bai. I promise we can hang out together some other time. Besides, you have Zuko so you're not completely alone.

Azula

Bai felt a little of her heart sink. She wasn't upset because those girls didn't like her- it's why they didn't. It just shows the social distance, she supposes. And it didn't help that Azula used the phrase "someone of your lifestyle." It reminded her of what Firelord Ozai said to her earlier. Which is a memory she would like to forget.

"Are you okay, Bai?"

Bai snapped her head up at Zuko, who held a concern look on his head. Azula may have left Bai alone with Zuko, but she was alright with that. She could see that Zuko was different than his family. He didn't treat her like she was different. Bai's never been able to experience that until now.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay. It looks like I have a pretty easy day."

Zuko wasn't sure if Bai was telling the truth on whether she was okay or not, but he didn't want to pry. He didn't know if he was correct, but he was sure Azula said something awful in that letter.

"Oh! I have an idea!" Bai squealed.

"What is it?"

"What if you showed me what you were just practicing?"

Zuko's eyes widen and his mouth dropped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Y-You want to see me bend?" He asked. There's no way she's serious, he thought to himself.

"Yeah! I've never gotten to see firebending up close before. Besides, Papa and Gramma can't bend so it's not like I ever get to see it. And I'm sure you're really good at it."

Zuko couldn't help the small smile that was growing on his face. No one ever asks to see him bend- not even his father. Everyone is always so infatuated with Azula. They all think she's the greatest firebender of all time. But now, this sweet, beautiful, and innocent girl has asked to see him bend.

"Okay. I didn't do anything super cool in training today so you might be disappointed."

"I'm sure I won't be." Bai said with a smile.

Zuko stands a good distance away from Bai to make sure he doesn't hurt her. He takes a deep breath in, clearing his mind from all distractions. He focuses on channeling his inner energy, just like his teacher taught him.

Zuko leaps in the air and kicks with his left foot which causes a big burst of flame. Once he lands on his feet, he begins punching the air in a rhythmic motion and makes a lot of flames.

Bai watches Zuko in awe. She's never seen something so beautiful. She was always told fire can be dangerous and that you shouldn't even mess with it, but Zuko doesn't make it look dangerous at all.

Zuko was preparing himself to show Bai the new move he learned today. He knows that he hasn't perfected it, but since she looks so genuinely impressed, he wants to show her.

Zuko stops throwing his punches. He gets in the proper stance, squatting with his fits close to his side.

You can do this. You've got this.

Zuko lifts his hands from his side and raises them to the sky, trying to channel all his energy into making one big flame. Except there was one problem.

His big flame was smaller than it was suppose to be. A lot smaller.

Zuko looks at Bai who still holds the same sweet smile on her face, waiting to see what Zuko is trying to do.

Come on Zuko! Before she looses interest!

He raises his hands again, trying to channel all of his energy, but still nothing. Only a tiny flame.

Zuko sighed in defeat, and lowered his head in shame. He was afraid this would happen.

"I'm sorry, Bai. I learned a new move today, but I couldn't do it. I'm sorry you had to see that."

Bai's heart sank. How could Zuko think he was a failure? He may have not gotten the move right, but Bai was still impressed, nevertheless.

"Are you kidding me? That was amazing! I'd never seen anything like it!"

Zuko looked up at Bai. Did I hear her right, he thought to himself.

"Really? But I didn't get the move."

"Well, maybe not, but you still impressed me with those kicks and punches. I've never seen firebending so close, and you did a really good job. And you'll get that new move in, I promise."

Zuko could feel his cheeks heating up. He hopes Bai thinks it's because he was messing with fire. She was the only other person to believe in him besides his mother and uncle. He was very glad that Bai made an appearance again in the palace. He knows it's selfish, but he hopes her Gramma stays sick for a little longer. He knows that's not fair to Bai and that it's wrong to think like that, but that would give him more time to spend with her. He didn't know why, but he liked being around her. Bai made him smile and made him feel like he could do anything. She brought him up when he felt down. Plus, she was so beautiful.

"Thank you, Bai."

All of the negative emotions Bai felt inside was slowly slipping away. She felt at ease with Zuko. He made her feel like she was her own person. He was fun to be around with, and she couldn't wait to spend more time with him this week.

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"Where is it? Where is it!"

Ming was searching for her heavy fur coat- she was going to need to where she was going.

"Yes! Finally!"

She grabbed the coat and ran for the door. She didn't have a lot to time so she had to make it quick. She looked in her bag to make sure she had everything. Ming had a far journey ahead of her so it was crucial she was completely prepared.

As she was looking through her bag, she felt something strange. It didn't feel like anything she packed so she took it out to see what is was. When she realized it, tears began to burn her eyes yet again.

It was a family portrait of the Shangs. Bai was just a baby, smiling brightly and being held by her grandparents. Yao and Ming held the same smile Bai had. They took this picture right whenever Yao and Ming took in Bai. They were all so happy back then. She wished she felt the same way now.

Ming put the picture back in her bag and ran to the door. Before she opened the door, Ming looked around the small house one more time. So many memories were held here. So many good memories.

"I hope you two are able to make more." Ming said aloud.

Ming turned away quickly. She wasn't sure she could go through with her plan if she stayed in her home much longer.

She opened the door and quickly headed out. As much as it hurt for her to do this, she knew she had to. It was the only option.

No turning back now.

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