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sequinsmile-x · 1 year ago

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I keep seeing Tiktoks where couples completely surprise their families by hard launching a baby when it's born - so not telling anyone they were pregnant at all. Any chance you could write this for Hotchniss? I'd love the teams reactions

hi bestie <3

ok so, initially I couldn't think of a way for them to hide a pregnancy entirely (although @hancydrewfan gave me an idea...so blame her in the future xoxo) BUT my mind did immediately go to this idea, so I really hope you like it!

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The Name of the Game

Emily and Aaron are having twins, a fact they decide not to share when they tell the team she is pregnant.

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Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Pregnancy

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There were moments when Emily felt like she had to pinch herself. Her life so beautifully ordinary, the kind of day-to-day that she used to dream of, that she was sure it was just that - a dream.

She couldn’t remember when she fell in love with Aaron. It had snuck up on her slowly, matching her footsteps so it was in sync with her, slowly stitching itself to every part of her until it became so much a part of her she knew she could never be without it, without him. She’d found the family she never thought she’d have, a type of belonging she’d never expected to experience, in the ashes of her old life. Love and acceptance and joy with her boss and his little boy had found her just when it felt like all was lost, and that the old Emily Prentiss, who may as well have been buried in the empty grave that had borne her name, was gone forever.

She supposed in some ways, she was. The old Emily hadn’t ever felt love like this. Maddening and addictive and overwhelming in a way she’d once thought was impossible, something reserved for fairytales and books that sold love as a prize to people who didn’t know any better. The old Emily hadn’t been someone’s wife. She hadn’t had to think about someone else so entirely, hadn’t compromised over tiny things she once would have called insignificant that were now important.

The old Emily hadn’t been a mother.

Loving Jack was the easy part. He was a mini Aaron with flashes of Haley holding him together like a fine gold thread. Tiny pieces of the woman Emily wishes she could know better so she could know Jack better. Loving him was easy, but being his mother wasn’t. She worried about him all the time, worried she wasn’t enough, that she was somehow messing it all up. But every time he smiled at her, or hugged her, or called her mom it made it all worth it.

Being Jack’s mom had taught her she could do it, that she didn’t have a piece of her missing, doomed to repeat her own mother’s mistakes in a cycle as vicious as the world she’d grown up in.

It was why when she found out she was pregnant, after months of trying, the joy and excitement were replaced with a sense of calm. An assurance that she wasn’t expecting, that she knew wouldn’t last the entire pregnancy, washing over her as she stood in the bathroom holding the positive test.

Any confidence she had that she knew what she was doing, that she could do this, disappeared the moment her doctor told her she was having twins.

Emily immediately spotted on her doctor’s face that she’d seen something she hadn’t expected. Aaron had picked up on it too, his hand tight around hers as the doctor’s brows furrowed for half a second before she smiled at them, turning the screen towards them so they could look.

Twins.

She blows out a steady breath as she looks at the ultrasound picture in her hands, her finger trailing over two distinct blobs that were her babies, and she feels anxiety twisting in her gut.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Aaron asks as he places his hand on her thigh, the weight of his palm against her comforting, and she nods, her lips pressed together as she continues to stare at the picture in her hands.

“Yeah,” she replies, swallowing thickly as she looks up at him, “Just…processing,” she says, letting her head fall back against the couch. She tilts her head to look at him and a smile breaks free across her face as he cups her jaw, his thumb tracing back and forth over her cheek, “I’m so happy,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief, “So happy but also so overwhelmed.”

Aaron smiles at her and leans down, pressing a kiss to her lips as he holds her in place, his hand still on her jaw, “I know, Em. Me too. But we’ll figure it all out,” he kisses her again before he pulls back, his smile wry, “The team are going to lose their minds.”

She feels her eyes go wide at the mention of the team, at their reaction to the fact they were not only pregnant but were having twins, and she blows out a steady breath. She loved their friends, she really did, but they were involved in everything, her love of keeping parts of her life private, something she knew her husband also shared, almost impossible at times.

This pregnancy was always going to be hard on her with her age and medical history, but she knew it would be even harder now. More risk, more chance of complication, and she didn’t want anything to make that even harder on her. She looks back and forth between the ultrasound picture and her husband, and she smiles as she feels an idea start to come together, “What if we don’t tell them?”

Aaron watches her carefully, trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. She looks up at him, an earnest look in her eyes and he clears his throat, well aware that he’d have to choose his next few words carefully.

“Sweetheart,” he says, his smile soft, “How would we hide it when you start to show? Even people who aren’t profilers would probably figure it out.”

She rolls her eyes at him and lightly slaps his shoulder, “Not the pregnancy,” she says as if it’s obvious, and she points at her still flat stomach as she carries on, “The fact there are two of them in there.”

He’s intrigued by the idea, by the thought of having something that was just between them and those who needed to know, so he looks at her thoughtfully, “What makes you want to do that?”

She sits up straighter, turning so she’s facing him, her knees against his thigh, and she places her hand on his arm, “Think about it - Pen has been harassing me to get pregnant so much I think she might actually have been a month or two away from breaking in here to poke holes in any condoms she might have found,” she says, only partially joking, “Imagine what she’d be like if she knew we were having two babies. And Dave would be insufferable. Derek makes fun of me for everything, and Spencer would spend the next several months telling me all the horrible things that could happen to either me or the babies because he just can’t help himself-”

“Em-” he says, trying to cut her off because she’s started to spiral, but she just carries on, her eyes wide as she rambles.

“And JJ would just about be the only normal one, but I’m going to spend my entire pregnancy comparing myself to her anyway, and I’m so much older than she was when she had-”

“Em,” he says a little firmer this time, his hand on her arm as he cuts her off, his smile soft as their eyes meet, “Okay.”

She furrows her brows for a second, her brain taking a moment to catch up, “Okay?”

He stamps a kiss against her lips, “Okay, we won’t tell them it’s twins,” he says, placing his hand on her stomach, “You’re the pregnant one. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”

She sighs in relief, her body almost sagging with it, as she all but collapses into his side, smiling as he pulls her into a hug, “Thank you,” she says, tilting her head to look at him, “It will be so much less stressful.”

He smiles knowingly at her and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. He raises an eyebrow at her and shakes his head slightly, “And of course, you can have some fun with it.”

Her smile turns wicked, and her stomach rolls again, a rush of love for him, for how well he knows her, briefly overwhelming.

“That too.”

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By the time she’s 28 weeks pregnant she’s so uncomfortable she has no idea how she’s going to cope with the two months she has left. Her doctor had decided it was best for her to be induced at 36 weeks, the safest option for both Emily and the babies, but it still felt like it was a long way off.

She’s walking, not waddling no matter what Derek said, back to her desk from one of her many bathroom breaks a day when she hears it. The team were all gathered around Spencer’s desk, all seemingly thinking that they were talking over each other quietly even though she could hear them, passing money to Derek who was filing it away.

“It’s a girl. Definitely.”

“Don’t be stupid, it’s a boy. My mom always says you can tell from the shape of the bump. Princess is carrying low. So boy.”

“It has to be a girl. We have Henry and Jack, now we need a BAU girl.”

She clears her throat, and fights a smile when she watches them all freeze. She raises her eyebrow at them as they turn to look at her and she places one of her hands on her bump. One of the twins shifts beneath her hand and she narrows her eyes at her friends.

“Are you betting on what I think you’re betting on?”

Spencer stutters and Penelope avoids her gaze. Eventually, Derek clears his throat and answers, “It’s just a friendly betting pool,” he says, looking more confident than he sounds, “We did it before we found out JJ was having a boy.”

JJ frowns, looking back and forth between her friends, “You did?”

Emily presses her lips together to hide a smile, her mischievous side taking over, “How much are you all putting in?”

“$50,” Dave answers, “We’re also guessing on weight. Closest weight and correct guess on the sex wins.”

She hums and nods, “I can do $50,” she says, walking to her desk and pulling out her wallet.

“Wait, you can’t play,” Derek says, frowning at her as she looks back up at him, “It’s cheating.”

“I’m the one the kid is living inside of,” she says, pointing to her bump, “I should be able to have a little fun.”

“Don’t hate the player, sweet cheeks,” Derek says, shrugging, “Hate the game.”

“Em and Hotch aren’t finding out what they are having,” JJ says, “It does seem unfair to not let her play.”

“Surely she’s more likely to get it right.”

“Actually the odds are still the same,” Spencer says, shrugging, “Still 50/50.”

Derek sighs and then nods at Emily, rolling his eyes at her smirk as she passes him $50, “What’s your guess then, Princess?”

“Boy,” she says, not missing how Derek and Dave both celebrate as he seemingly agrees with them. “5lbs, 8 ounces.”

“Really?” Spencer says, looking up at her from the paper where Derek was writing down all the bets, “That’s a little small given the size of your bump alread…” he trails off as she raises an eyebrow at him, and he clears his throat, “I mean, 5 and a half pounds, good guess.”

She hums, “Smart boy,” she exchanges a smile with JJ, “I’m going to go up to see Aaron, see if I can convince him to take me out to lunch.”

She shakes her head and smiles as she hears her friends carry on as she climbs the stairs, each of them guessing a higher weight than she knew either of her babies was likely to be born weighing. She groans as walks into Aaron’s office and lowers herself onto the couch, her hand on her bump as she tries to get comfortable.

“I might have to start working up here,” she grumbles, looking over at her husband, “My desk chair was not built for this much of me.”

Aaron smiles as he gets up from his desk and walks over to join her, “You can work up here any time,” he says. He sits down and puts his arm around her, pulling her closer and placing his hand on her bump, allowing both of them more physical contact than they would usually have in the office, “And we’ll get you a better chair,” he stamps a kiss to her temple, “I have it on good authority the boss is quite fond of you.”

She chuckles wryly, linking her hand with his and moving it to where she can feel one of the babies moving, “He’d better be,” she says, lowering her voice so only he can hear her, “I’m carrying his litter.”

He hides his smile in her hair, knowing it is best not to get caught, and changes the subject, “Did I hear you betting on whether we’re having a boy or a girl?”

She pulls back and smiles, “The others were betting on it and I wanted in,” she says, shrugging one of her shoulders, “And I’m the one literally doing all the heavy lifting - why shouldn’t I make some money.”

He smiles widely at her, his life for her threatening to burst out of his chest, his whole body thrumming with it, “And the fact we know we’re having one of each doesn’t play into this at all?”

She narrows her eyes and shushes him, her eyes flicking to the door to make sure no one in the bullpen would have heard him, “Okay, so why shouldn’t I make some easy money,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she bites her lip, “You know…I said boy, five and a half pounds. If you go down there and bet on us having a girl and say a lower weight than the others then we’ll make a lot of money off of them.”

There’s a beat of silence and she can see a whole range of emotions flash across his face before he smiles and leans forward to kiss her forehead before he stands up, “I’ll be right back.”

She chuckles as he walks out of his office, purpose in every step, and she looks down at her bump, “Daddy is so silly,” she says, her smile getting wider when she feels a sharp kick, “But we love him anyway.”

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Emily hums softly as she rocks the small bundle in her arms. She didn’t know it was possible to be so happy yet so exhausted at the same time, but as she looks down at her newborn son’s face she knows everything she’d been through the last several months, every moment of discomfort and pain, was worth it.

She looks at the clock on the wall and smiles before she looks back at her newborn, “Mommy and Daddy’s friends will be here soon, Issac,” she says, lifting him to kiss his forehead, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at her c-section incision, “They are going to be so surprised to meet you and your sister.”

She still couldn’t believe that they’d pulled it off, that they’d made it through the whole pregnancy and the five days since the twins were born without the team finding out. She’d finally relented and told them to come over, instructing JJ to let them in with the key she had for emergencies when they arrive. There was a part of her that wanted to keep her baby bubble, to just be her, Aaron, the twins and Jack, who was currently out with Jessica, but she also wanted to show off her children, to let them meet the people she knew would love them entirely.

She hears a knock on the front door and feels her cheeks go warm, excitement and nervousness flooding through her in equal measure. Aaron was upstairs with Olivia, a well timed diaper change meaning it was just her and Issac downstairs, and she blows out a steady breath before she calls out.

“Come in.”

There’s a brief pause before she hears the door open, excited whispers filtering through the house, and she shakes her head at her friends. Unsurprisingly, Penelope is first to walk into the room, rooted to the spot just inside the doorway when she catches sight of Emily sitting on the couch, an almost impossibly tiny baby in her arms.

“Oh, Peaches,” she says, tears immediately spilling out onto her cheeks as she walks over to get a better look, the rest of the team not far behind her, “Look at you.”

“Hi,” Emily says softly, her chest so full of love she can’t quite breathe properly, tears she’s not even angry at herself for gathering in her eyes, “Everyone this is Issac,” she says, looking down at her son before she looks back at her friends, “Issac this is everyone.”

“He’s beautiful, Em.”

Emily opens her mouth to reply but stops when she spots her husband in the doorway, their daughter safely snuggled in his arms, and she winks at him, giving him the go-ahead to announce his arrival and break the secret they’d so dutifully protected for months.

“Hi,” he says, and everyone turns to look at him, smiling at him for a moment before they turn back to Emily.

“Hi, Hotch.”

“Aaron.”

“Congrats, man.”

There’s a beat of silence, a moment of peace in the room, before all hell breaks loose and everyone turns to look back at Aaron, their eyes fixed on Oliva sleeping in his arms.

“What?” Penelope asks, finding her voice first, looking back and forth between Issac in Emily’s arms and Olivia in Aaron’s, “I…what?”

“Whose baby is that?” Spencer asks, his confusion clear, and Emily laughs, the sound loud enough to draw all of their attention back to her.

“That is Issac’s twin sister, Oliva,” she says, pressing her lips together to try and suppress her smile, “Surprise.”

The room falls into silence again, different arrays of shock and confusion across everyone's faces.

“You were pregnant with twins?” Dave asks, his hands on his hips, and Emily nods in confirmation, “I knew it.”

She rolls her eyes as Aaron walks over, taking a seat next to her on the couch, “No you didn’t Dave.”

He chuckles, “Okay, no I didn’t,” he says, sitting down in the armchair next to him, “You two are worryingly good at lying.”

“First off, I used to be a spy, and secondly it technically wasn’t lying…more like being selective with the truth,” she says, narrowing her eyes at her husband when he chuckles next to her.

“And why were you, selective with the truth?” Derek asks, crossing his arms over his chest, “Don’t you trust us?”

She sighs and rocks Issac a little more, something she knows is more of a comfort for her than the sleeping infant, “Of course we trust you. It’s just this was a big thing and…we wanted to keep it to ourselves to reduce stress in an already stressful situation.”

JJ sits on the arm of the couch to get a closer look at the babies and she hums, “I can understand that,” she squeezes Emily’s shoulder, “I still can’t believe you were pregnant with twins,” she says, scrunching her nose up as Emily turns to look at her, “Now I think I hate you even more for how good you looked the entire time.”

Emily laughs and she feels her cheeks go red, “Well, I definitely didn’t feel good by the end I can tell you that much.”

Aaron clears his throat, cutting Derek off from asking another question, and he tilts his head towards Penelope, “I know we have a lot of questions to answer, but I think if Garcia doesn’t get to hold one of them soon she might go into orbit.”

Everyone turns to look at the technical analyst, who was so excited she was practically vibrating, and she holds her hands out, not having to be asked twice, “Gimme.”

Emily sits forward and passes over Issac, “Here, he’s a little more chilled out than she is,” she says, wincing as she settles back onto the couch, turning to smile gratefully at her husband as he helps her, “Livvy is a bit more vocal in demanding what she wants.”

As if she knows she’s being spoken about, Olivia starts to cry, making all the adults in the room chuckle, and Aaron immediately passes her over to Emily, aware even only a few days in what his daughter wants.

“I think we all know who takes after who,” Dave quips and Emily narrows her eyes at him, which makes the smile slip off his face, “Well, if it makes you feel better Bella, you aren’t any less intimidating holding a newborn than you are holding a gun.”

She smiles at him, “That does make me feel better,” she says, as she rests Olivia against her chest before she in turn rests against Aaron, sighing contentedly as he wraps his arms around her. She keeps an eye on her son, the baby boy surrounded by his aunts and uncles, each one of them doting on him already, and she turns her head to look at Aaron, unsurprised to find him looking at her, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he replies, kissing her temple, his grip on her tightening just a little.

“Wait a minute,” Derek asks, looking up from Issac, his brow furrowing as he looks at the couple on the couch, “Does this mean you both fixed the bet so you’d win?”

Emily shrugs nonchalantly and bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling, her hand rubbing soothing circles on her daughter’s back.

“Don’t hate the player sweet cheeks,” she says, winking at him, “Hate the game.”

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i-like-books-and-women · 1 year ago

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Sorry for sending you another ask but you mentioned that you're in band and I'm wondering if there are any traditions or superstitions that you keep up with?

like for theater we cannot say macbeth backstage or anywhere near the theater, it will curse the production

Don't apologize bestie I love talking with everyone on here.

Snjdnejwjdje omg I get to yap about band.

We have loads of traditions. Not so much superstitions but shit tons of tradition. My school has had a marching band since the 1950s/60s so there's literally decades of stuff. We were at the first state finals with the current competative marching band organization in my state and we were at the most recent one last year at the 50th anniversary kinda history. (There's a lot of stuff so i'm gonna shove it under a page break)

Anyways now for the traditions. There's a lot and different sections have different ones but anyway.

So we have dismissal at the end of practice where we stand in a big blob with the drum majors (field conductors) in the middle (it's fucking rank in there but we persevere) and they hiss and everyone else hisses and pushes in closer. The dms clap three times and the chant goes like this in a call and responce: "band atten-hut, pride. Feet, together. Stomach, in. Chest, out. Shoulders, up back down. Eyes, with pride with pride. What are we working for, excellence excellence. What's it gonna take, hard work hard work" and then the dms go "You are dissmissed". The chant is basically how your posture is for marching. And then this was added last year after dismissal someone from the trumpet section goes "hipp hipp" and we go "hooray" and that call and response is done three times.

On competition days we practice before we leave and we crowd around like we're gonna dissmiss and the seniors take turns each week and give a lil speech/pep talk. Then a different senior (I think we're either gonna do me and my friend together or we trade off but normally it's the same person every time) comes in the middle of the circle and leads a different chant "I, I, will, will, leave, leave, no, no, doubt, doubt, I will leave no doubt, I will leave no doubt, I will leave no doubt, I will leave no doubt." (There's a lot of chanting and screaming lol).

We also have the band prayer that everyone says before contest days too "in this game called life we ask for a field that is fair, and the courage to do and to dare. And if we shall win let it be by the code with our faith and our honor held high. And if we shall loose let us stand by the road and cheer as the winners go by."

At the end of the year we have the band banquet and we have the drum major hand off where we stand in a circle and whichever drum major(s) are graduating march around the circle and when they get to whoever is staying and whichever new people are going to be dms they have them present and resend arms (essentially salute) and the dm(s) that are leaving hand off the whistles (that are never used) and then they break and start hugging. After that everyone crowds around and we dissmiss for the last time (it's funny cause we're all screaming and sobbing).

At state my freshman year I found a cool rock after we were already in uniform so I shoved it in my bra and I'm a big rock collector so now for semi state a decent sized group of us shove rocks in our bras for good luck.

Every year for graduation we play homeward bound and all the seniors get the solos (it's the last thing they play with us before graduating and it's a whole emotional thing).

For semi state we do paper plate awards which are always fun.

For regionals the parents decorate the band room with posters and pictures and all sorts of fun shit

Band Halloween (the parents set up trick or treating stations and everyone wears costumes all practice) and senior night are basically the same night (it's our last practice before the week of state which we do a community show instead of our regular Thursday night practice. The parents get/make cakes/cupcakes decorated in theme with all the shows that that senior class did.

For regionals, semi state, and state we have music notes/flags with our names on them that go up on the road circle in the middle of our town. There's a sign that goes up that says "your regionals/semi state/state bound marching band". When we make state they put them up on the way in from the student parking lot at the high school and then they go back to the road circle.

Since 2014 the color guard has decorated canvases based on whatever fall/winter guard show (one for each) was done and they have the show name, year, every single person who was apart of the guard for that show's name on it, a cute little phrase (on the fall guard ones) and the seniors get a little special decoration cause they're old and special.

We're lucky that with the way our school functions that band is 2 class periods so we only have after school practice on Thursday nights and on Thursdays the parents set up a table that has cookies, fruit, snacks, drinks and all that stuff. And we call it cookie Thursdays and we learned how to sign cookie Thursday so now every Thursday you look across the band and it's just us signing "cookie Thursday" across the field at each other.

Band sunsets are gorgeous so we do "sky appreciation" where we just look at the sky cause it's pretty.

Each section for the most part has their own dismissal. Me and my girls have "1 2 3 slay *groan tube noise* *crisscross jump* *wiggle*" and then I say "okay go home" and we have an honorary member of the flute section (my friend and I don't remember why he counts but he's the alto sax section leader) does it with us.

Saxes for semi state do this thing where they open a pack of pokemon cards everyone gets one to shove in their shoe blindly and they put the nicest one that's left in the lil kitchenette we have in the band room. And on contest day before we leave from warm ups they go "may the force be with you or not the choice is yours". (There's 6 kids in band from my grade and half of them are saxes)

For band camp we do variations of our regular stretches that make it more fun and a couple others that we only do for band camp. We do dress up days too (decided on by the seniors) and we have a talent show. We also have senior skits and speeches. Skits is an "in a nutshell" recap of their past three years and the start of their fourth. And senior speeches is when they talk about what they wanna do with the rest of their lives and why band is great and why people should stay. (There's always crying cause that's when it really sets in that it's their last for them and everyone else). The seniors also do a senior prank durring band camp.

And then every time the seniors give speeches they always start it with "hi I'm blank" and we do throughout AA "Hi blank" thing every damn time.

Also when you want someone to zip up your uniform you ask them "can you do me" and when you want them to unzip you you ask them to either "undo me" or "do me in reverse" .

We go for a run led by a person/people chosen by the dms and if they run us past any signs you slap them. If you run around someone who's in band's car you drag your hands all over it.

I think that's about it in terms of traditions and superstitions. (A lot more of these are more superstitious than i thought.) It's so fucking crazy that I'm a senior this year and I don't wanna leave but there's a bunch of cool whit that comes with it so a win is a win. There's definitely been some traditions that we don't do anymore cause they were stupid or harmful and there's a couple that my class wants to start up but this is pretty much the comprehensive list of all the band traditions from my high school.

#if you cant tell i fucking love band #its to the point that i wanna be a band director (or as ive been calling it in my head “professional band kid”)#marching band #band kids #marching band kids #band

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justkpopjokes · 1 year ago

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“Giant Bees!” || Lee Know

Ft. Lee Know + florist!Felix cameo (not ship) AU: giant beekeeper Word Count: 698 A/N: Indirectly requested by my bestie jaesea on May 28th of 2020 LMAO it literally took me 3 years smh (also @/hagun-suna I started writing a baker!minho for you YEARS ago and I decided to combine it with this one! idk if you’ll even see this HAHA I doubt you’ll read it but just wanted to say I thought of you!)

if you’d like to reblog just my fanart you can see it on my art blog ^^

If you know my fics, you’ll know that each AU comes with a twist…this one is giant bees

That’s not a figure of speech lmao the twist is that there are giant bees

Like I need you to understand that Minho takes care of LITERAL GINORMOUS BEES

It’s a bit of a challenge considering the bees are larger than his head

Averaging 1 foot (~0.3 metres) long, Apis magna is the world’s largest species of bee!

(For context, a normal honeybee is 0.5 in or 1.2 cm long, which is 0.04 ft or 0.012 m)

Entomologists would be hesitant to even call it a bee anymore if it wasn’t for the blatant bee-haviour ahahahahah get it bee behaviour and appearance of a bee

(The drawing I made for the header is just a cuter depiction lol

I imagine they’d look more realistic, but you can also imagine lil blobs for this fic)

Minho took up beekeeping after discovering that the giant bees visiting his garden acted like his cats

His cats were actually scared of them at first LMAO but these giant bees don’t sting because they have lost their usual natural predators

In fact, they don’t seem to have any natural predators and don’t reproduce as often as normal bees, so they’re rare to find

Kind of more like something out of a fairy tale than an actual insect

But, somehow, Minho finds one such giant bee in his garden one morning feeding on the few colourful flowers he has planted there

He’s spooked at first, but his cats start playfully swatting at the bee and the bee seems to be having fun with them

So Minho brings out a jar of honey from his kitchen to feed the big bee

The bee drinks some of the honey and then flies off on its way

The next day, he wakes up finding 3 in his backyard

It understandably FREAKS HIM TF OUT and he doesn’t really know what to do??? Who does he even call???? Pest control seems a bit much?????

His cats seem to be playing with them again, though, so maybe this isn’t a huge problem (figuratively, of course)

So he calls his friend Felix who happens to be a florist

Minho: “FELIX I found a giant bee in my backyard yesterday AND THEY MULTIPLIED WHAT DO I DO??”

Felix: “Woah woah okay calm down, I’ll come over with some sunflowers”

Felix stops by and helps Minho plant some sunflowers in his backyard

Apis Magna love sunflowers because there are certain species of flowers that evolved to also be larger, which makes it easier for the bees to drink nectar from and pollinate

The obvious solution in Minho’s eyes is that Felix takes the bees, but beekeeping with giant bees isn’t like normal beekeeping

You can’t really choose where to keep the bees, they just fly out on their route to where they want

And if they trust you, they’ll let you harvest honey from their hive!

So, essentially, Minho got chosen to be their beekeeper LOL

He gave them honey one (1) time and they sort of imprinted on him

Bees were rlly like “we like this one can we keep him?”

(haha they beekeep but like the other way around,,,)

So Felix advises Minho to try and follow the bees

Once they trust him enough, they’ll lead him to their hive

Minho isn’t really focused on getting honey, but one day, all 3 of his cats run off

And so he follows them out…

…and finds the beehive!

A few bees seem to greet him, which he recognizes as the original bees in his garden!

They’re sort of fuzzy, so he gets an itch when they start to rub against his face

Anyway, he’s just there to collect his cats…but now that he knows where the hive is, might as well collect some!

So he collects some delicious honey (and his cats), pets some bees, and then heads home

From then on the bees visit Minho’s garden and he asks Felix for more flowers in exchange for their honey!

And they lived habeely ever after the end :D

#stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #lee know imagines #lee know fanfic #stray kids au #stray kids #jkj fics #.txt

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lovelystickymilkshake · 2 years ago

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Hey so y'know those Talon! Batfam aus where Bruce has bat wings?

D'you ever think about how fucked up that is?

Like, he's terrified of Bats and one day someone goes "time to match bestie!"

And I think that it would go something like this.

Bruce woke up, but regretted it immediately.

He turned and vomited into...

His trash bin?

He was at home?

The last thing he remembered was......

Well, he didn't know.

He looked over onto the bedside table and he saw his picture frame, with a picture of him, Dick and Alfred nestled tightly into he golden frame.

Dick!

Was he alright?

Was he okay?

He remembered!

He was on a mission with the justice league.

But then he got a call from Green Lantern, who had stayed behind to babysit Robin and Kid Flash.

"Gl, what is it?" Bruce had asked gruffly.

"Now dude, don't get mad. Stay calm."

"Gl..." He growled in a warning tone.

"Robin might be... slightly injured?"

He would've immediately responded, but then he was hit over the head while he was distracted.

So... I guess he was brought back to the manor by Alfred.

He couldn't help being protective over Dick, he had only just rescued him from the court.

Understandibly, his best friend Kid Flash was worried while he was with the court, and was sticking to his side like glue whenever he could.

Dick didn't mind this, as they were like this before the court took him anyways.

They were often seen around JL headcourters, usually with Dick somehow hanging or climbing around KF like a cat, or a bird.

Kf didn't mind this either, he liked it even.

To he point where he was experimenting on whether or not he could run so fast that he'd be able to fly through the air And keep up with Dick.

Dick was quite proud of the (rather large for his size, almost three times his height in length and a bit taller than him in width) wings that he had acquired.

He flew around wherever he felt it was safe to do so, which was a good way to tell whether or not he trusted people.

When he first saw KF, he quickly hid his wings, but when KF took off his mask upon seeing his 'missing' best friend, His wings sprung open again subconsciously.

Why was he focusing on the wings, you ask?

I dunno.

Actually, it might've been because he was currently going, "Holy Shit, there's a giant bat behind me! I need to get Alfred and Dick out of here, which safehouse? Safe house 48 is the closest, but too easy for the bat to track us. Safe house 49 is too far, so Safe house 47 it is!"

But the bat only moved when he moved, and it wasn't attacking him...

And his back felt strangely heavy...

Oh no.

He looked over his shoulder, and yup.

He's part bat now.

He's partially the thing that terrifies him.

He's partially the thing that was there when his parents were murdered.

His breathing begins to quicken.

Was his heart outside of his chest?

He didn't know.

His mouth was dry, then numb.

He felt something cold run down his face from his lip, most likely blood from how hard he was biting down on them.

He reached up slowly, fully prepared to rip off the wings.

But a small pair of hands stopped him.

"Bruce?" A small, high pitched voice asked.

He looked over to see a small blob of black hair with a pair of shining blue eyes glistening through them.

Dick.

He's safe.

A sniffle came from the child.

His son was crying.

Why was his son crying?

He wrapped his arms around his son, pulling him into his lap and hugging him, subconsciously wrapping his new-found wings around them both like a cocoon.

"Bruce." His child sniffled out. " Why were you going to rip of your wings? Do you not like wings? Do you not like mine? Do you not like me? Please don't abandon me Bruce, I'll take off mine too." He looked up at his father and was determined to take off his own wings if need be.

Bruce merely smiled and faced his child.

"No Dick, I wasn't going to rip off my wings. I love your wings, and I love you."

After all, if his wings had just helped him comfort his child, then they weren't that bad, right?

#talon!dick #birdflash #batfam #dc comics #richard grayson #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #wings

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obscurecharactershowdown · 2 years ago

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Group E Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Goo, a blue blob with a 2 little black eyes and a half smile. the second image is of Shrimp, a black creature with a blue and white collar. he has bright white eyes, 4 spindly legs, a long tail, and an oblong head. end ID]

Goo

okay so goo . goo is like the silliest little goofball ive seen on a web series . he dances with PINECONES and makes and says weird wacky analogies and keeps all of them in little notebook for later use and also made a 3-5 hour film for his best friend bot after they said they wanted a new identity BUT he single-handedly spent like 30mil dollars or something for that but it’s okay hes trying his best !!!!! also he did NOT deserve to be voted out for that i really hope goo and bot reunite btw because they didnt get to talk much right before goo’s elimination and not ONLY that but literally goo got eliminated BEFORE he got to see bot’s transition he doesn’t even know that their name is bot he still thinks its tbd (…like literally. he still thinks their name is literally “tbd” because they said their name was tbd. yeah he’s kinda dumb like that but it’s okay i love him for it/p) as far as i know anyways their silly little meaningful conversation before his elimination that made me cry "yeah,, i liked it !! but.. it was,,. a lot :[ listen goo,, i-i dont need this new identity to be such a big grand spectacle , i just want you to treat me like. llike me . with all the uncertainty lately, it helps everything feel just a bit more,, normal , yknow .?" “oh,, ohfor sure ,! i get it !! it’s like,, you just wanted a slice of cake, and i went and gave you the whole bakery ,:D !!” “hehe, yyup, nailed it !! ,:)” UWAHHHHHHH😭/LH/POS and also he’s apart of an alliance with his bestie called the cheer factory !!!! and they focus on cheering people up and theysure as hell do well at it !!!!! they cheered up clover and the floor ithink yes the floor is a character ssshshshshhsshh / and goo literally lost one of the challengesbecause he laughed at the floor’s joke in order to cheer him up AND HE DID NOT CARE he was just glad he got to cheer somebody up !!!!! “another satisfied customer at the,, CHEER FACTORY !!! :D” LITERALLY HE WAS SO HAPPY and also when goo and bot were separated into two seperate teams goo is IMMEDIATELY sad when he notices bot isnt with him “sigh… i guess the cheer factory has become the.., cheer llc. :[“ I FELT SO BAD FOR THE BOTH OF THEM / but ahemem anyways goo is a silly little goober and that’s why he should be in this competition !!!🎉🎉 also a few extra bonus facts about him (sorry not sorry/lh/silly) 1 . he doesnt have limbs but like he also doesnt write with his mouth . his voice actor said he dances on top of the paper until it leaves a smudge 2 . did i mention he dances with pinecones/silly 3 . he likes fudge sundaes 🎉🎉 4 . his voice actor has made him diss subway before due to a request on one of his livestreams ( “lalalalala- SUBWAY⁉️eat fresh my butt‼️>:[[” ) 5 . hes blue

Shrimp

Ok so Shrimp is public enemy #1 and I love him. He's the funny little guy you see on your loading screen during the game who you don't think much of until eventually you find an asylum on one of the floors of the Upturned Inn and oops! Shrimp is there! And you need to free him to progress, which Ik is alarmed by even though you can also just tell him you didn't see/free Shrimp. You can put a collar on this little guy to make him look snazzy, despite how little he's with you. On the floors where he's friendly he kind of just follows you around, so you get to have a little buddy for parts of the game! He's basically just your pet dog who may or may not be severely dangerous. And by may or may not I mean a definite yes he is, because he turns aggressive when he gets especially hungry. He can eat the food objects scattered around, though, so that's avoidable! He can also stay with you for nice little elevator rides, which does concern Ik, but it works out! until he starts trying to attack you but if you don't feed your dog then I don't care if it attacks you [additional propaganda 1]

#obscurecharactershowdown #group e round 2 #obscure poll #goo inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity #shrimp the upturned #the upturned

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pitbullwithaship · 1 year ago

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DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S4 EP11

Finally some Doctor Who free from academic stress, and just in time for emotional stress of the last few episodes in a season! Huzzah!

Ooh funny culture clash there

That looks fun

They're so besties

Don't break the number one rule Donna

Ooh I'd take a free future telling

Okay that was an ominous look

Tells her literally everything

Ooh is she gonna make a different time-line or something

This is creepy

Oof changed history there damn I don't see how this is gonna go

Ooh Billie Piper is in the credits yay!!!

Ooh she gets to go to a Christmas party

This is one hell of an alternate timeline

Ooh one of her friends has the Sight tm lol

OMG WHAT HE SUCCEEDED IN FRICKIN COMMITING SUICIDE DAMN we all know that's what would have happened if Donna wasn't there

HELLO ROSE

Wrong Wrong

Oh poor Donna

Oh damn if the doctor's dead nothing fixes it all oh dear

Oh fuck Martha's dead in this timeline

This is a depressing timeline

SARAH JANE MY HEART CANNOT HANDLE ANY OF THIS AAAHHH

Damn hello Rose again

I love Wilf so much

Oh shit the Queen's dead there now too

Oh shit

Damn this is really depressing uta making me really really sad

Oh Donna

Charming place

Oh the fat blobs

This is really sad my heart was not prepared at all I'm gonna cry

Bohemian Rhapsody!!

Little band of fighters? What little band?

TORCHWOOD aw they're all dead though fuck

This is breaking my heart

Girlie!! Girlie don't just matter-of-factly state that she's gonna die

Oh fuck labour camps that's what they called them before

Oh Wilf oh Donna

Oh her mum oh

Y'all this is physically hurting me

Don't agree that she's a disappointment gurl

Aww he still has his telescope

THE STARS ARE GOING OUT HOLY FUCK

Oh Donna hello Rose

THE TARDIS

Suddenly closes her mouth I love Donna

Oh that's a large alien beetle

Oh poor Donna

THIS glass of water is to combat DEHYDRATION

Oh Donna

People are gonna think you're crazy girl

Run girl run!!!

Two Words!?

Awww Doctor

HUG

YES YOU ARE YOURE BRILLIANT WHT was that voice it was so funny

BAD WOLF

HOLY HELL

#doctor who #liveblogging #david tennant #tenth doctor #rose tyler #donna noble #catherine tate #s4 ep11

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filthy-mudeoki · 2 years ago

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Little gift

It's the most magnificent news they've ever received; this little star of theirs. Sang Zhi and Duan Jiaxu decide it's time to share the excitement with their family ... but first they're going to have a little fun with it.

Tagging: @kairadiamond .... it's been a while bestie! Hope you enjoy this one!

No jokes though it has been some time since I last posted a story. I hope you all enjoy this one. Thank you all for the wonderful response to all these stories!

You can read the others stories that fall part of the series on AO3 called Slowly, then all at once

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The tiny little sound fills the room and for a moment neither Jiaxu or Sang Zhi can breathe. He looks at his wife, her eyes wide in surprise with a hand over her mouth as she muffles her gasp.

“Is that ...” he’s scared to ask. Worried that the beautiful little sound will go away.

The doctor smiles kindly. “Yes. That’s your baby’s heartbeat. And this,” she says swivelling the screen around and points to something he cannot make out, “is your baby.”

Both Jiaxu and Sang Zhi lean forward. It takes a while before he sees it. But when he does, his heart stops for a moment. There it is, a tiny blip of a thing. Their baby.

They sit pressed together for the longest time. The doctor kindly leaves them for a bit. Jiaxu has Sang Zhi engulfed in his embrace as they stare at the tiny blob on the screen.

“Can you believe?” Sang Zhi asks. Her voice is a soft whisper in the room, but it carries all the awe and wonder they both feel.

“No.” He presses a kiss to her hair and smiles. It still very much feels like a dream.

She chuckles. “I think we can tell our family now.”

“Are you ready for that?”

“Hm… yes. I want them to know. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course.” He can’t wait to share this utterly wonderful news and he knows their family will be beyond happy.

They leave the doctor’s room with three copies of the ultrasound picture. Their baby is only a little blob on the picture and more than once Sang Zhi has lost it as she stares at it. Jiaxu only chuckles softly and kindly points it out to her again. When they get home, Sang Zhi takes their copy of the scan and draws a heart around their baby. She sticks it to the mirror at their vanity, so that they can see it every morning as they get ready.

They decide to tell Sang Yan first. There is no true reason beyond they fact that they don’t think they’ll be able to keep it a secret from him much longer. He’s almost always at their house, Sang Zhi is surprised they haven’t let it spill yet.

Sang Zhi and Jiaxu decide to tease him a little over it too. Sang Zhi places the ultrasound photo with two other objects she’s gotten in a big box and wraps it up, adding a bow too. She leaves it out, knowing Sang Yan in all his curiosity will find it sooner or later. Atop the box she fixes a tag that simply says:

To Sang Yan

From X

It’s enough to drive him crazy she knows. The message inside the box contains a little more information and Sang Zhi can’t wait to see her brother’s face when he reads it.

But first they have fun with it.

Sang Yan comes around for dinner every other day and it does not take him long to find the prettily wrapped box.

“Ya, little demon! Why are you hiding this?” he frowns holding up the box for closer inspection.

Sang Zhi rushes to him and tries to reach for it. “It’s not for you!”

Sang Yan immediately objects. “What do you mean? It’s got my name right there.” He points to it on the envelope. “Who is X? When did you get this?”

Sang Zhi makes a show of rolling her eyes and sounding exasperated. “It’s not for you! Not yet at least.”

“What do you mean?”

She sneakily steals back the box with his attention diverted. “It’s not ready yet. You have to wait before you can receive this gift.”

“That’s nonsense! I want to see it now! Give it back little demon,” he demands, trying to take the box back.

Sang Zhi squeals and jumps away. Jiaxu has to resist the urge to tell her to be more careful. He’s been extra attentive on everything that his wife does. But he knows if he says something, it will give away their little game. So, he pouts and turns his back on the siblings so he does not see all the new ways his wife will cause him to have a little heart attack. He can still hear them arguing and laughs.

“Sang Zhi, my name is on the box. It belongs to me!”

“Not yet! You have to wait gēge!” She huffs and puts the box back on the shelf. “It’s not time yet. You’ll just have to be patient!”

Sang Yan scowls. “Fine! But at least tell me who it is from.”

Sang Zhi gives her brother a sweet smile. “No.”

“Little demon!”

“Silly dog!”

Jiaxu laughs as he comes back into the room, carrying the last of the food. “Come on you two. Let’s eat.”

“Ya! Jiaxu! You know who it’s from. Tell me,” Sang Yan whines. “What is it?”

Jiaxu shakes his head. “I don’t know anything.”

Sang Yan narrows his eyes at his best friend. “Liar.”

Jiaxu only laughs as they start eating. Throughout dinner, Sang Yan looks longingly at the box. It takes everything Jiaxu and Sang Zhi have not to burst out laughing.

“Zhizhi, tell me,” Sang Yan tries to coax over dessert. “Please … just a little clue. You don’t have to tell me what’s in it. Just who it’s from.”

Sang Zhi only smiles and shakes her head. Sang Yan leaves their home that night with a mighty pout and Jiaxu knows Sang Zhi has won the first round.

It does not take long for Sang Yan to start round two. He takes to hounding her, now that he can’t find the box. (She’s hidden it away knowing Sang Yan’s curiosity will likely cause him to rip the box open.)

“Where is it?” he frowns one night as they settle for a movie and drinks.

Sang Zhi smiles innocently and Jiaxu hides his smirk behind his drink. “Where is what?”

Sang Yan does not buy it, pursing his lips at his sister. “Is this supposed to be some kind of treasure hunt? Am I supposed to go looking for it?”

“Don’t you dare go trifling through my drawers you silly dog!”

Sang Yan smirks. “Maybe I will. Scared I’ll find it?”

Not one to be beaten so easily, Jiaxu watches as his Zhizhi tosses her hair over her shoulders, fixing her brother with a smirk.

“You really want to go through my things, Sang Yan? Aren’t you afraid of what you might find?”

Jiaxu chokes on his drink as a slight pink tinge over takes his cheeks. The subtle implication of her words not lost on any of them. Sang Yan squirms in his seat, his face settling into another aggrieved scowl.

Point Zhizhi.

They settle in for the movie and Sang Yan does not mention the box until he leaves.

“Just tell me who X is.”

Sang Zhi shakes her head and tries to playfully push him out the door. Sang Yan pushes back and Jiaxu has to close his eyes again as he watches the siblings. Sang Yan does not know it yet, but Jiaxu has been extra careful around Sang Zhi. He knows it’s going to drive his wife crazy sooner or later but he can’t quite help it yet.

“Bye gēge! Maybe if you’re kind to me next time I’ll tell you!” She laughs as she closes the door.

Jiaxu comes around, laughing as he hugs his wife close. “How much longer are you going to torture him?”

She wrinkles her nose and he places a kiss on it because it’s utterly adorable when she does that. He wonders for a moment if their child will do the same. He’s been having a lot of those kind of thoughts lately.

Jiaxu wonders all kinds of things. At the moment its mostly what will their baby look like. He’s not overly particular about it being a girl or a boy, so long as it is healthy. At least that is what he had thought first. Now that they’ve had more time to think about it, he hopes that maybe it will be a girl. He won’t mind it either way, but there is something about having a mini version of Sang Zhi that sets his heart high. He can just picture the two of them in his mind. He’s lost himself to that daydream on more than one occasion so far.

It makes him giddy with excitement that he almost always forgets how nervous he actually is about having a baby.

“Maybe I’ll take pity on him and tell him next time.” She laughs and Jiaxu kisses her.

“Speaking of which, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Jumping around like that Zhizhi,” Jiaxu says softly.

“Ah, sorry.” She winces. “But I’m okay.”

“I now… it’s just …” he sighs not knowing how to explain just how nervous he is about all this.

He doesn’t have to. She cups his cheek, pulling his closer. “I know. I’ll be more careful, Jiaxu.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

He smiles down at her, kissing her cheeks, then her nose and then at last pulls her even closer as his lips finds hers.

They don’t have to wait long for Sang Yan to come around again. He comes bearing a delicious chocolate cake that is a favourite of Sang Zhi’s. He’s hoping to bribe his way to the truth. It’s a bribe that is not really needed as this time she purposely does a poor job of hiding the wrapped box near the couch. Sang Yan finds it not long after he arrives and begins to pester Sang Zhi.

“Come on! Just tell me!”

“No!”

“But it’s got my name on it!”

“So? It’s not ready yet. You have to wait a little longer.”

“What does that even mean? Are you making it? Is it something I can eat? Or … Is it is a new game?”

Sang Zhi looks thoughtful. “I suppose in time it could be something you could play with. But you’d have to be very careful with it.”

“Is it delicate?”

“Very,” Jiaxu immediately answers.

Sang Yan’s eyes grow wide and he leaps over the couch, marching over to his friend. “You do know! Tell me! Tell me now!”

“No!” Jiaxu laughs, backing up. But there isn’t much room left for him to run. “You have to wait. But trust me, dàjiùzi it’s worth the wait.”

Sang Yan does not look appeased. He huffs before turning back to his sister. “Ya, little demon, just tell me or I’ll open the box now.”

“You will not!” she immediately scolds.

Sang Yan smirks and lunges for the box that has been sitting on the table. Sang Zhi copies his action and Jiaxu winces and them both. His heart in his stomach and before he knows it, he’s reaching for his wife. One hand grabs the box while the other wraps around her waist, pulling her close to him. She stalls her movements as he looks at her with an amused look and a raised brow.

She’s somewhat sheepish as she suddenly remembers.

Huffing, she looks at her brother then over to her husband. They share a knowing smile and it’s enough to drive Sang Yan crazy.

Jiaxu takes pity on his friend. “Shall we tell him?”

“Hhm…” Sang Zhi looks at her brother, and he’s trying to glare at them but it loses all its real power as he stares at the box in Jiaxu’s hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait, gēge?”

“Sang Zhi!” her brother whines.

She laughs, taking the box from Jiaxu. “Fine! But I still think you’d appreciate this … little gift if you waited a little longer.”

He shakes his head in disagreement but argues no further when Sang Zhi holds the box out to him. He raises a brow, sceptical for a moment, but quickly takes it from her before she can change her mind.

The bow is quickly cast aside as is the wrapping. Sang Zhi is giggling and Jiaxu presses a kiss to her head, the nervousness in his stomach rising once more. He’s excited about this. Hasn’t stop thinking about it since Sang Zhi told him and he hopes with all his heart that Sang Yan will be just as happy.

“What …?” Sang Yan asks confused as he looks inside the box.

He pulls out two similar pair of whacky sunglasses. Reminiscent of the ones Sang Zhi had once bought for him. Except these are a little more … extra.

“Is this supposed to be for me?” he asks holding up one pair.

Sang Zhi nods, a brilliant beaming smile on her face.

He laughs, and wastes no time placing the glasses on his face. “And this one?” he holds out the other pair. They match his except they’re much smaller in size. A kiddie size if Sang Yan were to guess.

“Look again gēge,” Sag Zhi prompts.

Sang Yan does and finally notices the ultrasound photo at the bottom of the box. He lifts it’s, a confused frown on his face. He looks between the photo and them.

“Turn it over, dàjiùzi,” Jiaxu offers.

Sang Yan turns it over, and his eyes go wide as he reads the message Sang Zhi has left for him on the back.

For my favourite jiù jiu. I can’t wait to meet you. From Baby Duan.

“Jiù jiu …b-baby Duan…?” he stumbles over the words looking at them in disbelief. Sang Yan looks at his two-favourite people in the world with shock and awe. “Zhizhi… are you really pregnant?”

She smiles so wide; she does have the mind for words. Nodding only as she looks at her brother. He stumbles back, holding the note tightly in his hand.

“Really? I’m going to be an uncle?”

“Yes. You’re going to be a jiù jiu.”

Sang Yan takes in a shaky breath before he grins at them both. “Ya! Little demon! I’m going to be a jiù jiu!”

Sang Zhi laughs and Jiaxu lets go as Sang Yan comes over to hug her. Her brother hugs her tightly and they don’t need words between them for her to know how excited and thrilled Sang Yan is for them.

“I can’t believe you two are going to be parents.” Sang Yan says. He’s the most sincere Jiaxu has seen in a while when he pulls Jiaxu in for a hug. “Congrats brother,” he whispers to Jiaxu.

Sang Zhi wipes the tears from her face and rushes to get something to celebrate the moment with. She returns with sparkling cider and Sang Yan is so happy he doesn’t even blink an eye when Jiaxu pours him a glass too.

They toast to the new addition and Sang Yan can’t help but look at his sister and brother-in-law with new awe. He’s also unbelievably happy. He can’t think of anybody that deserves it more. He’s already more than confident that they will make the best parents to this little baby. This little gift that he can’t wait to meet.

“The baby won’t be here for another seven or so months,” Sang Zhi tells him.

They’re all sitting in the living room now. Jiaxu’s put on music and Sang Yan insisted on being the one to organise their snacks. Sang Zhi had rolled her eyes, suddenly realising it was not just an overprotective Jiaxu she would have to deal with now.

“Have you told māma and bàba yet?”

“No. I will tell them soon,” Sang Zhi says. “Will you be there when we do?”

“Of course. If that is what you want. But you know, they’re going to be so happy.” Sang Yan looks at his sister and brother-in-law, “I am happy for you both. You’re going to make great parents.”

“Thank you,” Jiaxu replies.

Sang Yan sniffles back his tears and raises his glass. He looks at his sister as she sits with Jiaxu, both their hands placed gently over her stomach. “To our little gift. I can’t wait to meet you.”

Sang Zhi and Jiaxu chuckle, raising their glasses as they echo his sentiments. Seven months suddenly seems far too long a wait for them.

jiù jiu – uncle

gēge – brother

māma – mum

bàba - dad

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royallygray · 11 months ago

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PERIIII

@periwinklepaint PERIIIIII

I HAVE. A FIRST SCENE

OF AROUND MY SOUL AND BEYOND YOUR HORIZON

I AM GOD

Also if you have any tips for characterizing Guqqie that'd be appreciated :3 I try to make them bitchy as fuck but also I don't think they're accurate

and anything else

there's two more scenes in this chapter :D

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Grian soared through the sky, towards the beautiful setting sun. The colors flooded the evening sky, the cold air ruffling his feathers. His feathered wingtips brush against the cool, yet somehow comforting condensation of the clouds. Grian was part of the world, part of the sky, a significant and necessary part of the universe, in this way. He was of value, in this way, in this world, and—

“Sparrow!” a voice called.

Grian whirled around midair, shaking his head to clear his thoughts and hearing. He turned away from the setting sun, which was now barely visible over the land. Grian sighed mentally. Sunset was his favorite time of day. He expertly beat his wings to remain in place, scanning the ground below to search for the owner of the voice that called out to him. He narrowed his eyes. Fuck, he should really invest in wearing glasses on his nightly flying routines.

He squinted harder, his vision barely a line. He flew down from his place in the sky, closer to the ground, leaving his secluded air behind.

As he got closer to the ground, he saw a small blob of pink. Probably someone’s hair. Riptide? No. He would’ve recognized his own sister’s voice. Protesilaus and Nemesis shouldn’t be calling out to him so casually. And besides, Grian shouldn’t’ve flown so far that he made it to Algomera City, although it was technically plausible. Wait—

Algomera City wasn’t even west of Boatem. It was to Boatem’s south, closer to the center of their country.

“Hi, Sparrow!” the voice called again.

Oh. Grian did know this person. This was Frost. And now that he was closer, he could see Fauna, Frost’s mentor, standing right next to the pink-haired hero in training.

He landed directly in front of the two heroes, his soft shoes barely making a noise as they touched the ground. “Hello,” he said simply. Chaos Sparrow had a reputation for being very sparse with his words. But it also wasn’t like vigilantes were really ‘allowed’ to talk to heroes in the first place.

“How’s it going?” Frost asked, sounding like there was a frog in their throat.

Grian raised an eyebrow at them. While his mask covered his eyes, he could raise one eyebrow high enough that one could see it above the mask, thus giving Grian a wider range of nonverbal language to use. He was skeptical. Frost was hardly ever this friendly. Ever.

Frost’s mocking grin fell off their face, replaced with a much more normal looking resting bitch face. “I knew you were going to see right through that. I was wondering if you’d like to help me with a mission.” Frost put on a stunningly false smile.

“I’m a vigilante,” Grian said, deadpan. Vigilantes were not supposed to help heroes. Grian glanced at Fauna, who, by her body language, seemed desperately unimpressed with the whole situation. Grian wondered why she was letting Frost keep going with their pleading if she was so against talking to Grian.

“Please?” Frost asked. “We’re besties, Sparrow.”

Grian’s lip twitched. Frost used to be a vigilante called Frostbite. When the heroes recruited them, they had to switch their name to something less intimidating. The hero council had wanted to switch their name to Flora, to match Fauna, their mentor, but Fauna had fought tooth and nail to keep Frost’s name essentially the same. She’d succeeded, and Grian had had a new respect for Fauna ever since.

All the vigilantes of Boatem knew each other pretty well, either by exposure, or by rumors, or a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend knew them. There was a sort of code of trust among vigilantes. They really had no one else in the industry to fall back on to, so it was just them taking care of each other.

Martyn, also known as the vigilante The Hand, Lizzie, Grian’s sister, also known as the vigilante Riptide, Grian himself, known as Chaos Sparrow or just simply Sparrow, and Frost used to have movie nights atop tall buildings in the city, and they’d share gossip and popcorn over some sort of comforting animated movie.

Grian, Lizzie, and Frost had been on the vigilante/hero/villain scene for about twelve years now, which was slightly concerning as Grian was positive that the Frost standing in front of him could not be more than twenty-three.

Point is, Grian had history with Frost. And Frost was the youngster of the vigilantes. And Grian sometimes (sometimes) had a soft spot for young ones.

“What’s the mission?” Grian relented.

Something dangerous twinkled in Frost’s eyes. “Well, Fauna and I here were going to the Underground,” they said, nodding at their mentor, who was still stoically looking at Grian. “Care to join us?” they asked, flashing Grian a smile with all their pointy shining teeth.

Oh. That’s why they want me. Chaos Sparrow had all the information about the Underground that anyone could ever need, second only to the villain Scarlet, who was the ruler of the Underground and brought it back to some semblance of respect.

“What’s in it for me?” Grian challenged. He couldn’t have word getting out that he just did anything for anyone without a cost.

“I said please,” Frost said, tilting their head and jutting their chin out slightly. The motion reminded Grian of Jimmy, his own little brother. It was one of Jimmy’s favorite motions to get what he wanted.

Grian sighed. “Fine.”

“What the fuck?” Fauna asked, her first words of the interaction so far, but Frost wasn’t listening, and Grian pointedly ignored her. He was agreeing to this for Frost, not for Fauna, and not for the fucking hero company.

Frost grabbed Grian’s forearm and started pulling him along to the nearest Underground entrance, which Grian knew to be at the nearby shitty taco place. Frost gestured behind them for Fauna to follow.

When Grian glanced back behind himself, he saw Fauna following them, her steps on the earth as silent as if she were walking on air.

The streetlights were on, the sun gone, and the moon and the stars watched as the three made their way to the lawless land below the surface.

#soul horizon au #around my soul and beyond your horizon

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liviavanrouge · 2 years ago

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Beast pt 6

Silver: This is STYX?

Idia: My parents said we could use this room here but to report my findings to them when we're done

Silver: *Sets Livia down* What now?

Idia: What do you want for her?

Silver: To not turn into that form

Idia: The Creeper?

Silver: I will never call my sister that....ever

Idia: Her other form...we need to know why it activated or how it works

Silver: ....why are you helping? I can't help but be suspicious...

Idia: *Chuckles grinning* Livias my second Gamer Bestie, besides I'm genuinely interested in what's occurring here, nothing like this has happened before

Idia: Livia gets covered in hardened blot and her eyes turn red, nobody even knew it was her due to it all

Idia: Not only that but she's taken the appearance of a fox instead of a jaguar or another cat special considering what she is

Silver: I know...that worried me and it feels ominous...

Idia: Foxes are known to be nimble, quick witted, very smart and wise, I have a theory about why she took this shape

Silver: Do tell

Idia: Acorrding to Edward's spirit animal book, foxes tend to be a call for you to look at what you do in a more positive outlook, but Livia hasn't done that, she questions what she does mentally and sometimes verbally

Idia: Foxes also advise you to trust your intuition...the meaning of the fox....adapt to unpredictable changes!

Silver: *Freezes, his eyes wide* Then-

Idia: Livia heart has become a fox, an evil one, and that's the shape her blot took instead of just coating her body and hiding her identity as some kind of blob or as a jaguar

Livia: *Groans, starting to shriek, blot surrounding her*

Silver: LIV?!

The Creeper(Livia): *Snarls, stalking around the room, it's tail lashing*

Idia: Silver forgive me for this, but it's a precaution

Silver: Huh?

The Creeper(Livia): *Shrieks in rage, a collar around her neck, trying to claw it off*

Idia: Let's start some tests and see what's causing the blot to do this, if my theory is correct, it'll be hard to help her

Silver: *Clenches his fists, guilt on his face* Hard....to help her...

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numerowah · 2 years ago

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In your swap AU, are the Mario brothers guys who wear princess dresses as their everyday outfits?

HIII ramble incoming

Partially! My swap AU switches the Mario Bros., and their counterparts, with the princesses! [Peach, Daisy, Shokora, and Rosalina] Specifically, Luigi takes Peach's role of the Mushroom Kingdom's ruler, Mario takes Daisy's role as Princess of Sarasaland, while Peach takes Mario's role as main character and Daisy as a secondary hero. I do mix the story up a bit, since here Peach and Daisy are matched with Mario and Luigi respectively, they just don't typically rescue their partner X] Wario swaps with Shokora, specifically True-Form Shokora cause she's the best /lh, and is cursed into a cat form+shadowy blob for a couple thousand years. Since Shokora technically dies, or at least goes to heaven, at the end of her game, I'm still deciding on whether Wario's kingdom is completely forgotten by the time he regains his true form or if he revives it due to still being alive and well.

And Waluigi swaps with Rosalina! Depending on where I take Wario [tbh he probably IS already the most different seeing as I keep Wario around hehee], Waluigi def gets the most changes as a Princess. I change the story of Galaxy a bit for him because i'll admit I'm biased. [still hammering it, but to summarize Peach fights him as like. a midboss with two stages before fighting a main boss on the Observatory, and 'post-game' she requests for a Warp Pipe to be connected from the castle to the Observatory so Waluigi can visit whenever, instead of just every 1000 years.]

To directly answer the question, the Bros. do wear dresses as everyday outfits, but not just for fun or anything X]

once again i am incredibly biased, so right now the stuff I'm fleshing out heavily includes Super Paper Mario, Daisy's brainwashed alter ego is the first post here and my pfp as of rn! I called her Miss D cause duh, Mr. L variant, and it sounds like Misdeed >:]

This is one of the earlier [and unfinished oops] designs for Mario, specifically his coronation dress. I decided against the long gloves since 1. he swaps with Daisy 2. he's in Sarasaland and 3. I just think short gloves fit his character better X]

This is Luigi's coronation dress! Designed after a 1-Up Mushroom cause he's green and rules the Mushroom Kingdom lol. I drew it on a draft of a timeline I made for my AU, since I did map out some events. Mostly cause I dumped angst on Waluigi sorry pal :[ BUT!! Anyway Luigi is the last one to officially be a princess chronologically, maybe a bit ironic seeing as he's the fella who started my whole AU!

I have a couple different ideas for how Mario and Peach meet, and how Daisy and Luigi meet, etc etc, and this is one of them! Finding out your bestie in distress has a cute brother that you have to beat in a tennis match wasn't what Peach was expecting for that day probably X]

#ty for my first ask and sorry for instantly infodumping #feels like i unleashed the bowser coin beam from mario party i got rlly excited HEHEE #aside from SPM im using Wario Land 4 (maybe a bit obvious since that's where shokora's from X]) and Super Mario Galaxy #plus at LEAST the first tennis game [as seen] cause that's Waluigi's debut and in my AU it's where Rosalina first shows up #and then i do have a sketch based in Tennis Aces with Wario mentioning he used to visit Bask and offers to pair with Shokora for da tourney #AND THEN i do have at least like three daydreams where my AU interacts with canon. i have a fic draft following one of them actually #i should get back to that eventually #anyway if it wasnt obvious i love talking please enable my talking #asks

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obscureother · 1 year ago

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the f/orth.

Though this post is going to be kind of odd compared to other posts i normally put, the fourth has become important enough for me to throw out on there. we're going to ignore how it is technically the fifth now on central time, i got home late from the fireworks lolol.

this is your heads up for the very long post, though it does have relevance to f/os if that would be relevant to keep reading for you.

below the moon.

🌑

forgive me for the odd wording of the blog, i go through these weird things where fear comes from certain letters or words to me for these kinds of things. moving on. .

i was doing some thinking on the fourth of july. i realized that though im not very patriotic, there's still some part of me that does look forward to the fourth. dont get me wrong, america is cool, freedom, woo. but, im not really super into that kind of stuff for identity or waving flags or whatnot. not my thing, though there was always something about fireworks that entranced me and often left a mark on my goofy lil brain blob. ive got numerous memories related to them. those i wont go into because theyre personal and yall dont need to read through all that. the thing im getting to though, is that all those memories moreso related to family than patriotism or "freedom woo, eagles with guns," woh-woh.

one of those memories, the relevant one to this blog, is that of when i told my mom that i had f/os.

ok listen, so fictional crushes in general arent new to her. she's known about every fictional crush ive had ever, even the worst ones. (cough, looking at you, 🥞 + 🥓, cough.) Though mom didnt always care for those movies or those topics, those goofy characters i got into and wouldnt shut up about for months or even years at a time, she always supported me. she was the one who told me "someone's gotta love the villains." that it's ok to be into weird, morbid, dark shit or horror, or gore, or whatever. that even tho she didnt think robert englund was hot in the slightest, OR bela lugosi. . gerard butler, he was ok tho. she would always be there for the goofiness about them i had. she got me merch of them, movies, those things i related to them for. i've got a cool mom, guys. for those who need one, ill share but you cant keep her cos i need to keep the cool mom that bore me.

the thing that really gets to me sometimes tho (in a good way) is that, for a long time, ive worried that something was wrong with me. . like on the brain blob? because it took me a long time, but evidently she and everyone else think that i could be on the spectrum or something else is "wonky" (how i call it). the problem is the older i got, the more self-aware i became, the more uncomfortable and nervous i got because there's these things that go on that i dont know or understand how to respond to or handle. things i didnt used to have problems with before that i knew about, things i cant tell if just got developed later or came from college stress or what not. so when i suddenly started coping with pretending these fictional people existed around me, i was really tentative about it. of course im not delusional, but you dont really hear about anyone other than kids having "imaginary friends" (or something similar). im not a kid anymore. i used to have them like lots of others, but it was never to this degree. . because times were simpler, maybe. my brain blob didnt overthink, things werent so complex on the inside or outside of me. it scared me. i thought something was wrong, that i was losing my mind or something because they felt like they were becoming subconsciously ingrained in that wonky brain blob of mine. on top of other things, i was really nervous. i only ever talked to one person about it. shout out to the bestie who knows, you really helped me a lot through that kind of stuff while we figured out that, oh, we're not the only ones who pretend our fictional crushes/interests exist. therapist recommended? ok maybe its not so bad.

but for my mother, i was still scared to tell her. the f/os were becoming such a big part of the things i was doing, how i worked on the inside and they were involved for coping, comfort, things i would do behaviorally because i was communicating or interacting with them through the wonky brain blob residing in my skull box. i wanted to tell her, to share those things with her or to bring it up to a psychiatrist at some point (or both really, cos my mom would be there for that too. we've talked about it for a long time now.) but i was scared she would think i was fucking delusional, some loony to throw in the loony box to get better, yknow? that i talk to people, i pretend their real?? who, wtf??

but my mom, though after a long silence while i explained it to her how long i'd been having them and who they are, how they come to be, what they do for me. . she told me it was ok. that i wasn't freaking loony. that people cope differently, that people grow up at different paces or that its ok to resort to childish things for comfort because things are tough and so long as they help me, that it would be ok. that i know they're not literally real, that im choosing to pretend these people exist or however i do that, so long as im ok. for something so vulnerable, so scary for me, that meant a whole lot. that was on the fourth of july last year.

since then, my mom goes so far as to even interact with my f/os by touching their objects associated with them, to talk back and forth to them through me, to let me babble about them or talk about them. she knows some of their names, who or what they come from, how they work to some degree. the journal i have (the real f/o journal, not the tag), was one that she bought for me knowing it would be used for those f/os or for me to talk through it to them or draw things of them, do whatever i would with but that it would all be centered around my f/o for however it would comfort or bring me joy. she signed that journal for me, alongside the numerous "signatures" from those f/os and read their messages. she pointed and asked about the things they "wrote," smiled at their messages or the doodles of them. for that reason, i felt so safe with those f/os and what they were that i could go forward not being so fearful of myself. that it helped me to further bond with my mom about other things, to feel more of a closeness or security with her because of how good she was to me for those f/o things.

there was even one of my "worst" f/os present on that fourth of july. she knew who and what he was, i told her he was "sitting there" with me on the hood of the car when i told her that these odd fictional men lived in my brain blob and that they would "exist" through my daily life for the past few months. though she still told me that it was ok. that i would be ok, that so long as no one was getting hurt, those f/os would be ok to have for however long i would have them.

for those of you who get worried or embarrassed of having f/os for whatever reason that would be, know that its ok. no one gets hurt, no one gets effected by them. they're there for you, that's the most important thing of them. mom said so.

good fourth of july to you guys who celebrate it, be that for cool moms, friends, or whoever is there for you. the not-real ones, too.

#🌑 obscure journal ☽#🌑 obscure other 🪨#f/o #f/o community #fictional other #selfship community #self ship #self shipping #f/o positivity #<- relevant from the bottom? sorry idk. .#selfship positivity #the f/orth.#🌑 obscure mom 😶‍🌫️

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alohajun · 3 years ago

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RAINBOW CHEETAH — CHOI HYUNSUK

hyunsuk x gn!reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, best friends au, platonic bestie stuff, mentions of killing (playful, as a joke) | request : do you make completely platonic content? if you could, hyunsuk same-aged best friend. two tired bffs whose plans to go out were ruined by the rain messing around with his hair on the dorm and the members just keeps interrupting them in the bathroom to ask something so they don't realize they were using actual hair dye and not the temporary one until it's too late (hence hyunsuk's little colored spots on his blonde hair)

“it’s all your fault! now we can’t go out because of you!”

hyunsuk accusingly stated, furrowing his brows as he looked out the window before turning to look at you.

“oh, suddenly am i some water god?” you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest as you playfully glared at him. “how could i possibly make it rain, idiot? that’s ridiculous!”

the blond chuckled at your reaction, sitting next to you as you both stared out the window, silently listening to the pitter-patter of the rain. “well, that cancels out our walk in the park,” he mumbled, linking your arms as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“what will we do then?” you asked, tracing random shapes on your best friend’s hands as you waited for suggestions. “obviously we can’t go out in this rain.”

“wait, i think i saw yoshi buy some temporary hair dye!” hyunsuk exclaimed, eyes widening in excitement. “maybe we can color my hair!”

just like two excited little kids, you and hyunsuk sneaked into yoshi’s room in the dorm, grabbing the temporary dye from his table before running to the bathroom. the two of you discarded the boxes without a second thought, mixing the contents on a palette you had also found in yoshi’s room.

bless that redhead, he has everything in his room.

“we just apply it like we do with normal hair dye, right?” you checked; brows furrowed unsurely. “i don’t know how this works.”

“i don’t know either.” hyunsuk shrugged, sitting in the middle of the bathroom as you stood with a paintbrush. “let’s just go with it. i mean, it’s temporary dye. i can just wash it off if we mess up.”

as soon as you placed the brush on the male’s hair, the door flung open with a crash, revealing jaehyuk and jeongwoo. you held a hand over your heart, completely startled by their appearance, while hyunsuk had a blank expression on his face, depicting he was used to it.

“hyung, have you seen asahi and haruto?”

“they are at the studio,” he responded, exhaling deeply. “also, please use proper manners and knock on the doors before you enter.”

the younger two nodded hastily, running out as soon as their leader answered the question. you went back to applying the hair dye, a small smile on your face as you could see how much your best friend adored his members — noting the way he had an apologetic expression while he sternly spoke to them.

“must be fun with them, huh?” you asked, outlining a blob before coloring in on his blonde hair. “your members, i mean,” you clarified upon seeing hyunsuk’s confused expression.

“oh, yeah. the boys are–” he paused, hearing someone call for him. “in the bathroom!”

jihoon stood near the doorway, brows raising as he saw you. “y/n? i didn’t know you were here. i could’ve — actually, never mind.” he shook his head, waving off his words before looking at the older male. “hyung, i won’t be able to make it to the meeting tomorrow, so can you fill in for me?”

hyunsuk nodded understandingly. “yeah, sure. don’t worry about it,” he responded. “is that it?” he inquired, wordlessly hinting for the male to leave so you two could get back to your best friend bonding activity.

well, yes, dyeing hair is a little extreme to be an activity for best friends to bond over, but with the rain, there wasn’t anything else interesting to do indoors.

the two of you exchanged small talk, catching up on the days you missed with each other as you wiped away the dye you accidentally got on the male’s face. you placed your hand under hyunsuk’s chin, gently pulling him closer as you focused on cleaning the area, oblivious to the proximity between your faces.

“if you are going to keep leaning in, you might as well lick the dye off, y/n.” hyunsuk joked, chuckling when you playfully hit his arm. “jokes aside, though, how bad is your eyesight for you to lean in so much?” his motherly instincts kicked in, raising his brow in question.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “it’s not that bad, okay?!” you defended. “i just wanted to make sure you didn’t–” your words fizzled out as you heard someone yell, knowing very well it was for hyunsuk.

“hyung!” junghwan called out, repeating the word until he found the elder in the bathroom. “hyu—oh, y/n, you are here too.”

“what is it now?” hyunsuk groaned, sighing frustrated at the constant disturbances from his members. “what is it this time?”

the youngest of treasure merely shrugged, smiling brightly. “i just wanted to hang out with you,” he answered innocently, getting an apologetic gaze from the eldest.

however, the silence that followed only lasted for five more seconds.

“hyung?”

“yes, hwan-ah. tell me.”

junghwan glanced at the box in his hand before giving his hyung a wary look. “why are you dyeing your hair?” treasure’s maknae continued. “did manager-hyung give you the permission?”

“i don’t need permission for temporary dye, hwanie.”

“the box says ‘permanent dye’, though.”

both you and your best friend paled at the youngest’s words, slowly grabbing the boxes you had ripped open, trying to find where it said ‘permanent’. and then you found it. you bit your lip, looking at hyunsuk as you practically saw his soul leave his body.

“suk, it’s okay, we can–”

“no! it’s not okay! i know you are laughing! shut up!”

you stifled your laugh as hyunsuk hurriedly tried washing off the hair dye; the regret settling in as he realized it was truly permanent. “it’s not that bad, honestly.” you tried assuring him, raising your hands in surrender when he gave you a look. “you look a beautiful rainbow cheetah.” you smiled, hoping it’d stop your best friend from glaring daggers into your soul.

“if my management kills me, i’m killing you, y/n. sleep with one eye open.”

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