#can any of us get a dang break please

[krysmcscience]

So, uh...it turns out that over $2500 worth of solar power stations was stolen from the inside of my locked cargo trailer, which was supposed to be a makeshift camper for me to live in if my general situation went too far south. The thief just switched out the locks so I wouldn't notice anything amiss whenever I passed by. And...I cannot afford to replace those stations, by any stretch of the imagination.

Which means that, once again, my commissions are open. If the prices are a bit too painful for your wallet, just sharing the word would do wonders to help me out. I also offer Timed Drawings, where I spend two minutes drawing for every dollar spent - and I can do more with that time than you might expect, so you can get a nice quick sketch for just a dollar!

I will not ask for donations, meanwhile, but if you're willing and able to spare a little change, I would be ever so grateful to you!

✨Thanks in advance!✨

Meanwhile, to everyone who steals from poor people, enjoy these two whole middle fingers and shared custody of my reliably shitty luck! :D

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Handle With Care 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your work blurs the lines between professional and personal.

Note: I'm on a Bucky kick and can't stop myself.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The caller ID flashing on your dashboard display makes you groan. What the hell is Sam calling for? He should be patiently waiting at the venue.

You know even before you answer what the issue is. It's the same as it always is. It can never be about anyone but him.

"Wilson," you answer matter-of-factly, "I know I'm not late."

"Never are," he confirms. "It's not you."

"Oh, I know," you put your blinker on and check the traffic behind you, "you're really going to make me pull a U-ey."

"I know, I'm sorry. Again."

"You know, I never had another job where I had to make sure my co-workers got their asses out of bed," you spin the wheel and your tires squeal on the tarmac.

"Co-workers... dang, I thought we were more than that." You can hear his pout through the phone.

"Me and you, maybe," you drone.

"Hey, he's been trying," he argues.

"Yeah, I know. You think I don't try, Wilson?"

"Look, I'll make it up to you."

"You say that a lot," you shake your head at the road.

"Look, I gotta go. It's my big day," he intones.

"Please, do. Stop worrying about the old man." You insist. "Might not be in the job description, but I'll get it done. As always. See ya soon."

"See ya." He hangs up and your music comes back on. Not for long. You idle at a light and dial out another call.

Bucky's name flashes as you wait for a pick up. Of course, he can't be bothered. On this day of all. You sigh and try two more times as you get closer to his place. Nothing.

You get out and nearly trip out of the strappy heels. Wilson owes you indeed, for more than the personal house call. You teeter up over the curb and grab onto the railing. You climb the concrete steps and pound on the front door of the townhouse.

"Barnes," you holler through. "I know you didn't forget."

You hammer again. You only stop when your fist throbs. You shake out your hands and huff. You stomp and feel the skinny heel bend dangerously. Fuck.

You don't got the tech on you to unlock the keypad, looks like the old-fashioned way will do. You shift your clutch and pull out your nail file. Bastard. You better not break a nail for his reclusive ass.

You go around back and use the file to latch the kitchen window. You know Bucky is his own security but he really should get a proper alarm. You punch the screen in and grab the frame. You haul yourself into your waist and balance there, the ledge pressing on your stomach. The smell of coffee greets you in a bold waft.

You look up as Bucky leans his vibranium palm on the counter and watches you. You snarl and reach out. "A little help?"

He keeps his coffee to his lips and nears, grabbing your forearm to leverage you inside. Your knees touch the counter and you kneel there as you catch your breath. He lets go, watching you over the brim.

"You coulda knocked," he says.

"I did," you slip your legs out from under you. "Loud."

"I was in the shower."

"Great, at least you got that done," you chide.

"Coffee?" He offers as he points to the french press.

"Barnes," you warn with a point. "Please."

You stare at him. He's in a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. His slippers are the sort of plaid that you find in a nursing home. You hold back a growl.

"You know what today is."

"I don't think I should go," he grumbles.

"Are you serious? Don't be a sour puss--" A sudden white flash lands beside you and the rattling purr rumbles against your leg. You pause to pet Alpine as if she heard you deriding her breed. "Not you," you assure her.

"I don't want to ruin it--"

"Barnes, you can put a suit on and sit pretty," you push off the counter and your ankles turn to noodles as you barely keep from a sprain. "Look at me, all dressed up like a prize pig, so go put an apple in your mouth."

He rolls his eyes, "he doesn't need me--"

"Bull," you interject.

You march past him. This is how it is. You can deal with it on missions. That's just how it goes. Most men you work with are obstinate to the point of being another adversary on their own. But outside the job, it's a bit too much.

You go down the hall and slow. It takes a moment to get your bearings. You've never been much further than the front door. You ignore the clutter across the front room floor and charge upstairs.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Bucky stands at the bottom as you stomp up.

You don't answer him. You go into his bedroom. You stop and look around. The bed is made, possibly unslept in. The room doesn't look used much at all. You go to his closet and slide the door open. You find a pair of slacks and a jacket. Tie, shirt, all presentable enough.

He appears in the doorway. You lay everything on the bed.

"Get dressed," you demand.

"I'll call Sam--"

"No, Wilson is busy. It's his day. You wanna know how you're going to ruin it?" You approach him and cross your arms. "By going AWOL. Not today, Barnes. Now, get yourself together."

You strut out and shut the door. You stop outside and call through. "Five minutes."

You continues down to the stairs and idle there. You check your phone. You can make it. Easy. He just needs to get his ass in gear.

When the door opens, you turn to him. His tie is undone. You go to him and grab it, knotting it roughly, not that he would notice.

"You couldn't shave in the shower?" You huff.

"Hey, I can do it," he tries to bat you away.

"Then why didn't you do it twenty minutes ago?" He shrugs and you pull his tie straight. You tug his lapels and straighten his jacket. "And the rest." You flick your fingers toward his face.

He shakes his head and goes into the bathroom. He grabs his comb as you linger and you see him in the mirror dragging the teeth through his thick hair. It's to his collar now. You told him to get a hair cut. He never listens. Not your problem. Well, only for today.

"Damn..."

"Here," you dip into the bathroom and grab the comb. "Just--"

You reach for the tin of gel. You just need him to look somewhat presentable. You part his hair neatly and comb it back behind his head, moving around him to check nothing's out of place. He stares at the floor. You don't want to embarrass him but goddamnit.

"Okay," you pop the cap on and wipe your hands on the towel hanging in the loop. "Let's go."

His eyes stray to the wall and he mopes. You take a breath.

"Barnes, it's for Sam," you say.

"I know," he croaks and heaves. He lifts his head and puts his shoulders straight. "I'll do my best not to fuck this up."

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Can i please request a sleep token HC (kinda long tho) about how the boys would be with a pregnant girlfriend? on my period rn and my hormones going crazy 😛💜

You and I both sis… I was waiting till someone popped something like this into my ask. Got to hold onto my ovaries with both hands.

Vessel

Vessy… right he is a nervous wreck. Anything you do, any facial expression, anything can and will send him into panic mode. Let’s not go back to the time when he walked into the kitchen to find you on top of a kitchen counter looking through cupboards. “I’m saying this with love”, he says softly, making you jump slightly only to feel his hands against your back. “You get down or I swear…”, he grunts, carefully lifting you up. “Did you lose your mind?”, he whisper shouts. “I just wanted a cookie”, you try to give him sad puppy dog eyes. “I can get you a dang cookie without you breaking your dang neck”, he shakes his head. “You were busy”, you point out, “Never too busy for you. Never do that again”, Vessel points a warning finger at you. “You’re both okay?”, his tone is softer now as he looks you over. “We’re okay. Just…”, you bite your lip. “Just what?”, “Can I have a cookie?”, you smile at him. Vessel just shakes his head, reaching his hand yo as he pulls the box out, “Yes, you can have your cookie”.

He’s always your hype man. Even when you can’t fit into anything but his shirts, he still makes sure that you know how beautiful you are. “I feel like an elephant”, you whine, wobbling out of the bedroom. Yet all Vessel can do is smile as he looks at you. “I love the fit. Sweatpants are cute and my shirt looks adorable on you”, he reaches for you bringing you closer to him. “I want to wear pants, not sweatpants, it’s so not cute”, you frown. “ii could write you a whole book on why sweatpants are better than pants”, Vessel chuckles managing to pull a smile out of you.

Vessel is also big on singing to the baby but not all the “sad and depressing shit I scream at the arenas”, his words. Even if you hum sleep token constantly. I feel like he would sit down and prerecord a little lullaby mix for the baby. So even before the birth, the only way to stop the insane kicking at night is for Vessel to sing. So you are nudging his shoulder slightly after trying to find peace the past two hours. “Vess”, you mutter, he stirs instantly. “Are you in labor?”, he sits up, “No, no… just need you to sing”, you say softly.

He runs a hand over his face, blinking a couple of times as he chases the sleep away. “Is sprout misbehaving again?”, leaning in he presses his big palm against your stomach. “I think your kid just wants to have a dance parties constantly”, you chuckle. “We talked about this, mommy needs sleep”, he whispers against your stomach, kissing all over the skin, earning a handful of kicks. “Dance parties for after when you’re no longer hurting mommy”, he taps at your stomach before looking up, “Get comfortable, I’ll sing sprout to sleep”, you let your body sink into the plush sheets, close your eyes as your boyfriend’s heavenly voice fills the early morning silence.

ii

Low-key planned. Like you weren’t like yeah we are having a kid but you also weren’t using protection so when you put two and two together it makes four easily. He goes full caveman mode. I swear to god you can’t do anything around the house. He comes home with a bag full of pregnancy books and now every night before bed he sits there reading them.

From the moment you tell him, he loves to have his arms around you. Out having dinner with some of your friends, ii’s arm is wrapped around your middle as he pulls you closer to him, letting his palm rest on the slight swell there. “You’re good?”, he would ask a thousand times that night, “Want anything?”, you would look up smiling at him, shaking your head softly until your eyes fell on a fried snack plate the waitress was carrying to another table. “I’ll get you one”, he chuckles, raising his hand. “No, ii, we all just had dinner”, you whine, not wanting your slight craving to look outrageous. “It’s fine, boys are still having beers, trust me they will help you finish it”, he kisses the side of your head lovingly.

Yeah, nothing beats the joy of watching you kicking your feet happily as you munch on fried mac and cheese bites. After seeing you avoiding food the first month because of the nausea, now that you finally started craving things, he’s on high alert to make sure they all are satisfied. “Yn, these are yours”, iii pushes the rest of the mac and cheese balls your way. “Come on guys, eat”, you urge them. “Let me win cool uncle points here”, iii chuckles, making ii smile too. “I mean, hun, I can get you a pie”, iv chirps in, making you raise an eyebrow. “The salted caramel one we saw the other day”, he points out making you grunt, “yeah, that…”, you lick your lips. “We’ll stop on our way back”, iv winks your way, “I hate you”, iii shakes his head pushing Ivy slightly as everyone chuckles.

And then i beg you don’t get me started on how I think he would gently drum his fingers on your bump. Especially once the little one starts kicking. You’d be in bed reading or watching something on the sofa. II would lay on the side of you, pushing your shirt up, leaning down to leave a couple of kisses over your skin. Your fingers without a second thought move to run through his hair. You usually always left him to his antics. It was his way of bonding with the little one. After a hushed conversation, he would start tapping out beats. “So first or second one?”, he would ask quietly making you turn to him. Little foot pressing into where I’s fingers just was. “First one?”, he asks, tiling an eyebrow at your stomach. “What are you…”, “Shhhhh”, he waves his finger at you, making you giggle. “Okay, one more time”, he whispers, playing two somewhat similar runs. Giving time between each one. Earning a nice big kick after the first set. “Nice, I thought so too”, ii smiles, “Thanks peanut, dad needed that”, leaning in he presses a kiss to your tummy. “Can I be involved now?”, you snort slightly. “I couldn’t pick between two runs I wrote today for the song Vessel sent over”, he says all serious, “but our genius solved that for me”, you shake your head, “You are so down bad”, you chuckle. “I am and I am proud to be”, he pushes upwards giving you a loving kiss as well.

iii

When I tell you that this man is just so fucking excited. Like the first weeks where it’s just you two who know even if nice cause you live in your little bubble, the silence is killing him. So like he does end up telling the boys and you’re more than fine with that. He is giving deranged father as it is now it only gets worse.

He is thrilled to build the nursery. Does everything himself. From painting the walls to putting on a nice white trim. Building little bookshelves. Hanging little moons and stars from the ceiling. “You just sit there and look pretty”, he walks you to the armchair he had bought for you. One you had scolded him because it was fucking expensive but does he care? No, because you will be feeding your little one in that so only the best for you. “Iii”, you grunt, “i can help you know. Still have hands and can move them”, you frown. “I know you moved them quite alright this morning”, he chuckles and you slap his shoulder instantly, “you are unbelievable”. “Just rest up”, he cups your face leaning his forehead against yours, “You two can be in control of the instructions”, he kisses your cheek, brushing his hand over your bump. “Cause that’s so fucking fun”, you sigh. “Hey, no cursing in front of our child”, he points a finger at you playfully.

I feel like the baby would be so active whenever iii just sit around playing his bass around the house. You would be cleaning around in the kitchen, humming slightly to yourself when you hear the first cords. The kick nearly makes you bend over as you hold against the counter. “Okay, okay… we will go see what daddy is doing”, you cooed, rubbing your stomach as you wobbled into iii’s office. His eyes meet you immediately, “Is something wrong?”, “No, the little one is just having a dance party”, you chuckle sitting next to him. “Daddy’s not bad huh?”, iii chuckles leaning down to kiss your tummy, earning a nice big kick against his lips, “that’s some serious moves”, iii chuckles. “It’s your kid, have you seen yourself on stage?”, you snort leaning back against the sofa. “My long legs were never the problem”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, before you put a giant baby inside me”, you shot him an overly sweet smile.

“Mommy is grouchy, do you think we should give her a snack?”, iii muttered against your skin. “I thought so too”, he nods after another kick against his palm, “What do you feel like eating, darling?”, he asks softly. You watch him for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Apple cider doughnuts”, you muttered. “From the corner shop downtown?”, iii asks, and you simply nod. “On it, I’ll grab you a shake too”.

Ivy

Scared shitless. Would never admit it. I also don’t think he would be the first one to have a kid out of the whole group of his friends so he is going to them for advice but quite frankly everything does just fall into place naturally. He’s very big on keeping you healthy and happy. So your meds are left in a little ceramic plate for you to take in the morning. He’s your gym buddy now, don’t even try working out without him. He needs to have his eyes on you at all times. He also strikes me as someone who’s like if my partner can’t do that or eat/drink that while pregnant I’m also not participating. “You can have a beer, Ivy”, you whine, “I can, sure, but I don’t want to”, he shrugs, pulling you closer to him as he smiles down at you.

I also think he usually likes to keep his mornings early and active but now he just sleeps in with you. I feel like he would love these slow mornings where he would wake up to you still being asleep. Taking his time to admire you. Carefully moving his palm to rest on your stomach, drawing small circles. The kicks pull you out of your slumber. “Sorry, baby” " Ivy would mutter, “didn’t think I would wake bean up”, he’s nuzzling into your neck, kissing your cheek. “It’s okay” you yawn, loving the feeling of him so close. Cinnamon whining from the side of the bed making you both instantly turn to her.

“Someone’s feeling left out”, Ivy chuckles, tapping the side of the bed, “Gently”, he warns her as he jumps on, tail wiggling happily as she scoots in between you too. “Right, so I’m no longer invited into this bed”, ivy chuckles as Cinnamon curls around you, licking at your hands and arms. “She just loves mommy more”, you whisper, scratching her chin. Ivy shakes his head reaching for your tummy only to be met with a growl. “You didn’t just growl at me miss”, ivy gasps. “It’s okay, daddy, means no harm”, you kiss her softly. “Traitor”,’ Ivy shakes his head, “I was your father first”. You chuckle watching them both fighting over who gets to be closer to you.

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire enhypen (part five!!!???!)

you listen to eunchae and meet some people with interesting backstories

ni-ki has been following the rules (yay!)

sunghoon, jay and the others are worried about you

next part will be straight nsfw/smut with the four oldest. hehe.

if any names are misspelled i apologize!!

not proof read. please like, comment and reblog but please don’t repost and translate!!!

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ni-ki arrived to the house at exactly 4:59 pm, but him being on time was the least of jays and sunghoons worries.

ni-ki entered announcing himself, but got no response. he walked into the living room seeing each of the guys sitting.

jungwon, sunoo and jake on the couch, heeseung on the floor his head between his knees, sunghoon in a chair, jay pacing.

“what’s going on? if yall are worried about me, im here? i didn’t break curfew!” ni-ki stated and looked at jake.

“it’s not you they are worried about.” sunoo answered.

with a joke ni-ki said, “so i could’ve met that girl and yall wouldn’t have cared?”

that got all their attention, jay said, “absolutely not. don’t tempt us, ni-ki.”

“what girl?” jake asked with a smile on his face.

“some girl that kept staring at me and our favorite human.” ni-ki answered, throwing his bag on the floor as he plopped next to jake.

“her name?”

“eunchae.”

“ni-ki,” sunghoon warned but ni-ki nodded in understanding.

“i know i know, stay away from her.” he rolled his eyes. even though he wasn’t. he was intrigued by eunchae and her story.

“they’re worried about her.” jungwon sighed picking at his nails.

“who? eunchae?” ni-ki asked confused.

“no, it’s—,”

“what are we gonna do?” heeseung asked finally speaking up. “i mean we can feed on the bags we have and other humans, but her blood was special, we all know that.”

“not all of us.” ni-ki mumbled but no one either heard him or paid attention to him.

“i will talk to her.” jay stated.

“and look where that got us!” sunghoon argued. “she stormed out yelling fuck you to the both of us!”

“she can’t ignore us forever, sunghoon. she belongs to us. we own her.”

“technically we don’t, not yet anyway.” sunghoon pointed out.

“what was i supposed to do, hold her down and bite her?”

“that would’ve been better than ignoring her questions!”

“she was asking what happens to her and her future! she asked me to change her to a vampire, sunghoon.” jays voice was getting louder. “she had the nerve to say she’d fall in love, get married and have kids with someone that isn’t us.”

“well we can’t have kids.” jake retorted but jay wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“shut it, sim.” jay snapped.

the guys have never seen jay this way, ever. only sunghoon has seen him like this, over a century ago.

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eunchae had brought you to the house off campus she shared with 5 other girls.

the house was gorgeous, another historic home, with a huge porch and a porch swing. the boys house was more polished while this house seemed more comfy and lived in.

“kura! kazhua!” eunchae yelled.

a brunette came down the stairs holding her ears, “dang eunchae, why so loud?”

“is unnie sakura and kazhua here?”

the brunette nodded, and grabbed a bag you were assuming was hers. “im going to meet jen and chae at the library.”

“okay, bye garam!”

the brunette, garam, left, and two other girls came down the stairs.

“girls, we need to talk to you.” eunchae said with a pout.

in summary, all the girls who lived in this house was a seraphim, or fallen angel living in a human body they died in. you learned sakura, the oldest knew jay in the past, kazhua knew sunghoon.

how?

jay fed from sakura often, and sunghoon kazhua. sakura became a seraphim because of jay. he hurt her so bad when he was done with her. she was in tears running home when she was hit by a horse carriage. kazhua became one after she got hurt by sunghoon. she went to run from him and she fell down a hill hitting her head on a rock. sunghoon panicked and ran off. sakura found her hanging on to life.

although they are seraphim’s and typically they aren’t fallen angels, since them as a group specifically don’t serve god, they are considered fallen angels. they want to spread love and light, but can also bring chaos to others.

basically they bring chaos to those who have wronged others, but they have to be careful about it. it could be as simple as someone dropping their food or coffee after paying or as extreme as someone getting murdered.

jay and sunghoon made them each feel special, but in the end, just disappointed them. the icing on the cake was the girls had photos. they mentioned the boys probably got rid of any evidence of a past human relationship when they met you.

by the time they were done explaining you had a terrible headache.

“why don’t you sleep here? you can sleep in one of the bunks in eunchae and garam’s room.” sakura offered. you were too weak to decline.

“thank you.” you smiled. the girls helped you with getting a shower and other hygiene before offering you some extra pajamas that could fit you. you ended up texting your roommate that you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight. afterwards you powered your phone off as it was on 40%.

the house had 4 bedrooms, sakura had her own, chaewon had her own, jen and kazuha shared a room with two twin beds, and then eunchae and garam shared with 2 sets of bunk beds. each girl claimed the top bunk on the beds, so you slept on the one underneath eunchae.

“are you okay?” eunchae asked from the top bunk. it was close to 10 pm and the other girls hadn’t came home from the library yet.

“i don’t know.” you sighed before letting your body’s energy sink and going to bed.

when you awoke the next morning, it was 8 am. typically you had a 10 am class, but looking at your phone when you woke up, they had cancelled. that was your only class for the day.

eunchae came into the room with a smile. “i have class at 10:30. garam should be back by noon. sakura doesn’t have class on tuesdays and thursdays so she’ll be here all day unless there’s some work.”

you nodded. “thank you for everything.”

“of course. I heard their stories after i met sakura and kazhua and saw how much it affected them. even to this day. when i learned about you i felt i needed to warn you.” eunchae said softly. she waved and turned to leave.

sakura told you what they told you last night should not dictate your decision if you keep seeing the guys and allowing them to feed. she just gave advice to not let yourself get emotionally attached more than you are. to think of it as a transaction, because what have they done for you?

fancy gifts, hotel stays, fancy food, and pet names mean nothing if they don’t understand what you truly like as a person.

you grabbed your belongings, opting to stay in the sweats and hoodie you slept in. they definitely kept it cold in this damn house.

walking down the stairs, you saw sakura meeting you at the door with a smile. “you are welcomed here anytime, okay? don’t think you know this but when you’re here, they can’t track you.”

sakura gave you a hug goodbye as you walked the 5 minutes to your dorm.

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you may have not realized the guys couldn’t track you all night, but they definitely realized.

that night around midnight, sunghoon went to your dorm to check on you. he used his mind power to unlock your dorm door and quietly make his way in. he couldn’t smell a fresh scent from you, and it was confirmed when you weren’t in bed asleep.

he panicked and immediately alerted jay.

sunghoon demanded jay stay behind with sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki, cause first off they needed someone (an elder) at home. secondly, sunghoon didn’t trust jay would approach you calmly once found.

that night, all night, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake spent hours looking and trying to track you with no luck.

when the guys returned to the house, telling jay they didn’t find you, jay stormed into the room where ni-ki and the other three slept, ripping the covers off of ni-ki.

“what the hell man!” ni-ki was not happy being woken up at ungodly hours of the night (ironic huh?).

“what was that girl’s name?” jay asked. by this time jungwon and sunoo were awake as well, sunghoon, jake, and heeseung in the doorway or near the doorway of the bedroom.

“what girl?”

“the one that was staring at you and—,”

“eunchae. don’t know a last name.” ni-ki groaned cutting jay off. ni-ki pulled the covers back over his head in attempt to shut off the conversation. “now let me sleep! i have class at 9.”

jay left the bedroom and began pacing around the house. jay texted you which went unanswered.

jay: love where are you?

that’s where it got him now, staying in the shadows as he stood outside your 10 am class. except the students or professor or you never came.

jay had class at 11 so it was sunghoons turn. he stood in the shadows by your dorm. and there you were. walking with your (?) hoodie up, eyes down, swiping into your dorm.

you unknowingly being watched, went up to your empty dorm, and peeled off the clothes you borrowed, grabbing an oversized shirt of heeseung’s slipping it over your head just as a knock came to your door.

you cursed yourself after opening it, without looking in the peephole. you went to shut it, but sunghoon was too strong. “baby doll, don’t be like that.”

he pryed the door open and you stepped back as he stepped him. “go away, i don’t want you here.” your voice shook.

“i did a nice thing by knocking, i could’ve just tampered with the door.” sunghoon tsked.

you swallowed knowing you were stuck. “what do you want sunghoon?”

“baby doll, where were you last night? me and some of the guys looked for you but couldn’t find you. you had jay so worried.” sunghoon pouted. he was faking his empathetic voice.

“well you didn’t look hard enough because i was here in bed.” you crossed your arms.

sunghoon shook his head, his tongue clicking in disappointment, “baby doll, we don’t like liars, especially me.” his voice lowered an octave with the last part with a growl.

“im not lying!”

“i came into your dorm last night and you were not here.” sunghoon growled.

“huh—?”

“i told you i could easily open your lock with my mind.” sunghoon smirked. “now where were you?” he gritted out.

you both were interrupted with a knock on the door. funny, sunghoon didn’t smell anyone coming.

sunghoon turned and opened the door seeing a red hair girl.

“hey are you okay?” she rushed towards you enveloping you in a hug. in your ear she whispered, “im jen, i was warned by eunchae you might need help.”

sunghoon couldn’t hear what she whispered. who was this girl?

jen turned towards sunghoon with a fake smile. “i think she needs some sleep. she had a long night.” jen smiled emphasizing “long.”

the tips of sunghoons ears began to turn red.

“who are you?” sunghoon asked.

“jen. im her friend.”

“she doesn’t have friends.”

“hey!” you interrupted. “please leave, im not feeling well, jen will make sure i get rest.”

“no, you will come home with me.” sunghoon stared at you intensely.

“no.” you shook your head.

“yes.” his eyes darkened.

“i said no sunghoon.” you stated. sunghoon looked at you confused then sighed.

“fine.” sunghoon said nothing more as he stormed out of your dorm, slamming the door. luckily it didn’t fly of the hinges with his strength.

you were so confused at his behavior, but jen wasn’t. “he was trying to mind control you to get you to leave with him.” jen said, basically answering your confusion.

“huh?” now you were even more confused.

jen explained the tea you had at their house had a drug in it to prevent any vampire or other supernatural creature from using their mind control or other powers on you or even them. seraphim’s could be easily manipulated by vampires or other supernatural creatures.

“how long does it last?” you asked. jen answered with at least 3 days. “good. im gonna need more of that.” you were going to need it to prevent any further manipulation from the guys.

in the mean time, jen added you to a new group chat she made with the girls for you to text whenever you needed them. if it was an emergency you was just to text them, ‘hi angels,’ and they’d find you and come to you.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

earlier that morning

“why looking so glum riki?” eunchae asked a tired looking ni-ki on their way to class. she happened to have an extra cup of coffee.

“my damn boss woke me up in the middle of the night asking dumb questions.”

“you call him boss?”

“he acts like he’s my boss.”

“call him den mother. that’s what he’s more like.” eunchae teased. “so why did he wake up you asking dumb questions?”

ni-ki explained how you went missing apparently and the guys were worried they couldn’t find you.

eunchae laughed, “she wasn’t missing, she was just hiding from yall.”

“yeah the olders didn’t like that.” ni-ki shook his head, “they’re so protective over her.”

“you mean possessive?”

“that too.” ni-ki sighed and explained the rest of the story and how they were gonna take turns this morning staking out your class and dorm.

that perked eunchae’s ears, but it also got her nervous when ni-ki told her that he told jay about her. eunchae quickly took out her phone to text the girls in the group chat, warning them you may need help.

“you haven’t told them that im a seraphim, right?”

ni-ki shook his head. “no, should i?”

eunchae quickly shook her head. “absolutely not. your kind hates my kind.”

ni-ki’s left eyebrow raised. “why is that?”

“it’s better to not know.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

it was currently 6:53 in the evening, and you have 30 missed calls and 177 unread messages from: jay, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake.

jungwon even texted to ask if you were okay, and it hurt you to not reply back. but you couldn’t be sure if it was actually jungwon, or perhaps jay and sunghoon using the other guys to get through to you.

jay: love answer your phone

sunghoon: babydoll, you answer us or face the consequences

heeseung: baby are you okay? we are worried about you

jake: im hungry for you. can we meet? i miss you.

jungwon: are you doing okay? im worried about you.

the absolute last message from jay sent chills through your body.

jay: love, you are going to regret ignoring us. you have until 7 pm tonight to answer us or you’re going to face some extreme consequences.

it was now 7:02 pm. your phone dinged with an email from your professor for tomorrows class. the same class jay was a teaching assistant for.

from: profkong@university.edu

class, tomorrow will be mandatory as we discuss finals. if you miss tomorrow, that will deduct 600 points out of your final grade. remember, the highest number of points to obtain from this class is 2000, and you need at least a 1800 to pass.

dammit you had planned to skip that class. jay must’ve done this on purpose so you couldn’t avoid him.

you were sure no one even had close to 800 points because many of the highest point assignments didn’t begin until later in the semester.

you were fucked. and you were scared to know what consequences jay and the guys could possibly have for you.

vampires house (#1)

seraphim’s house (#2)

[spacexgrl]

Bittersweet ! 🎀

you’re here pt 10 💋

series masterlist

~ in which Ellie breaks up with you and you go a little crazy ~

ex! ellie williams x fem! reader , abby anderson x fem! reader

college au!

warnings: SMUT bc i’m a whore, unrealistic sex (?) ,angst, break up, Ellie CRASHOUT ‼️ 💀,cheating,cursing, toxic behavior, smut in future chapters, sexual themes<3 feminine and girly reader ,not proof read!!

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Mornings were always slow and cozy with Abby, her big beefy arms holding you safe and sound as you floated through dreamland, without any fear and trouble in mind. God you wished you could stay in intertwined with her in your fluffy sheets forever..but abby needed to stay in her structured morning routine. "five more minutes please!” Abby giggled and kissed your cheek as you whined at her when you noticed the warmth of her body leaving yours, you were tossing and turning, whining about her leaving you alone in your sleepy state. “fuck you abs” you mumbled into your pillow, slowly opening your eyes scanning the room for abby just to find her on your bedroom floor doing..push ups? You couldn’t help but bite your lips at the sight of her muscles flexing with every move, making it look like the easiest exercise in the books, small droplets of sweat forming on her forehead as she finishes her set. “record me next time, you can rewatch every time you miss these” she winked and gave you that cocky smile you love so much as she flexed her ridiculous biceps, fuck you’re drooling, hypnotized by her greek god like physique. You quickly got up from your bed and dragged her into your bathroom, quickly undressing and getting into a steaming hot shower. "you getting in or what?” you asked as abby gawked at your naked figure, your wet skin glowing in the dim lights of your bathroom mirror, your hair framing your face as the water ran down every curve of your body. "fuck ,don’t have to tell me twice” abby threw her sweaty clothes on the floor and practically threw herself on you. Your arms sneaked around her shoulders as she grabbed on your ass, pulling you even closer, her body flush on yours as she devoured your mouth, tongues clashing, mixing with the hot water of your shower head. Small moans escaped your lips as she lifted you up with ease, your legs wrapped around her waist as she pushed you up against the wall, her hard abs brushing against your pussy with every move. "you’re so fucking gorgeous like this baby” abby moaned at the feeling of your pussy somehow wetting her stomach more than the water itself. "feels so good abs” you clawed your acrylics into her shoulders as she moved you up and down,she hissed at the sharp oh she’s feral, the friction felt so delicious on your clit setting you on fire, your moans grew louder and louder against abby’s lips when she picked up the pace, moving your body with pure strength and determination to make you cum. "cumming!” you screamed one last time before your orgasm erupted like a wildfire, eyes rolled back behind your skull as the wave of pleasure washed over your entire body, holding onto abby for dear life as she kissed and sucked on your neck. “such a good girl for me, baby” abby praised you as she let you down again, you gave her a kiss as a thank you before she started soaping you up and washing your hair gently, using all your favorite vanilla strawberry scented products, pampering you like the princess you are. After your shower you two got ready for your classes, you decided on a cherry red juicy couture tracksuit and no make up, keeping it simple for today. "Dang how many juicy tracksuits do you have, babe?“ Abby asked playfully, getting dressed in a slutty wife pleaser top and blue jeans, if it weren’t for a good degree you’d rather stay with her and let her fuck your brains out but you can’t keep doing that unfortunately.

Abby moved into the kitchen, she promised to make your favorite pancakes "they have to be high protein though" she said "as long as you don’t burn down my kitchen it’s fine!“ you both erupted in laughter, you ran away from her and she chased you with a kitchen cloth jokingly threatening to 'get your ass' eventually she cornered you by the kitchen isle "gotcha" she smirked and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. Your heart swelled as your eyes locked with her blue ones, she noticed a pinky hue creeping up on your cheeks, you’re so damn cute. "why are you getting shy on me now, princess?“ she asked softly, holding your face with one hand, thumb caressing your cheek so gently. your mind was racing, you’ve been thinking about telling her how you feel about her for some time but couldn’t really find the right words, which was very out of character for you..god abby makes you feel like you’ve fallen in love for the first time..

You swallowed thickly, your breath catching in your throat as Abby’s rough thumb brushed against your skin again, her touch so grounding and safe. “What is it, baby?” she asked gently, her voice dipped in honey mixed with a hint of genuine concern. You hesitated, heart pounding like it was trying to escape your chest. “I didn’t expect this. I didn’t think someone like you would ever be in my life like this, and yet… here you are. Making me pancakes, chasing me around with a dish towel, kissing my forehead like I matter.” Abby chuckled under her breath her eyes softening, tilting her head, but said nothing—letting you keep going, her fingers still brushing soft circles along your jaw. You drew in a shaky breath. “You make me feel seen. You make me feel safe. And somewhere between all the laughter and the little things you do just to make me smile, I…” Your voice wavered.

“I fell for you, Abby. You showed me that i’m worthy of being loved and I wouldn’t want to be loved by anyone but you..“

Abby blinked, stunned for a split second. Her hand stilled on your face processing your confession, then she smiled—slow and full of warmth, like sunrise after a long night. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against yours. You were losing yourself in her ocean blue depths one again..hopefully waiting for her next move..

"Good,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over your lips. “Because I’ve fallen for you since I laid my eyes on you..i’ve wanted you for so long.“ when she finally kissed you—slow, deep, reverent—you knew Abby was the only one you wanted.

Abby’s lips curled into a smirk that was somehow both playful and sincere as you broke the kiss "Be mine,doll“ her hands slid down your waist, pulling you into her chest “Let me call you my girlfriend.”You leaned into her touch, the warmth of her arms anchoring you, grounding you in the moment that suddenly felt like the beginning of everything.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you whispered.

“fucking finally,” she said, grinning into your silky hair as she held you tight. “Now help me make those damn protein pancakes. My girl’s gotta eat.”

💫

The morning sunlight spilled into the kitchen as you two finished breakfast, legs tangled under the table, her hand never really letting go of yours. And when it was time to head out, she grabbed her car keys, tossing them in the air before flashing you a wink. The drive to campus was filled with easy music (a playlist Abby made specifically for you) her hand resting on your thigh, thumb tracing circles whenever the car paused at red lights. She’d glance at you so lovingly like she still couldn’t believe you were real. You caught yourself doing the same, but you couldn’t help yourself! she looked ridiculously hot while she worked that steering wheel..

Classes blurred by. Every now and then, you’d get a message from Abby:

miss u already

meet me in the bathroom? ;)

Counting down till tonight. Can’t wait to show you off as my gf, babe <3

oh shit, you thought to yourself as you dozed off in your class, not listening to your professor anymore. you completely forgot about jesse’s party tonight. A sudden wave of anxiety crashed through your system, you felt dizzy, your vision slowly blurring and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You quickly excused yourself and head into the nurses office, claiming that you just hadn’t eaten that much today. Everything will be okay…Ellie won’t be there right? Just the thought of anything Ellie related made your skin crawl..you cursed yourself out..she doesn’t even deserve the negative attention you give her. You decided to shrug it off and keep your day going…like this odd anxiety attack never happened.

After classes you find yourself in Abby‘s car again on your way back home. The ride was quiet—too quiet. Abby kept glancing over, sensing something was off. “You okay?“ she asked with that honey dipped voice you loved so much, her hand resting gently on your thigh. You forced a smile. “Yeah. Just… forgot about the party.” She didn’t say more, just gave your leg a reassuring squeeze. She knew you were worried about a possible confrontation with ellie but she decided not to dwell on it, fearing it would make the situation worse.

Back at your place, the tension slowly melted. Abby flopped onto your couch, kicking off her sneakers. “Can’t wait to show you off tonight,” she teased, flashing you a grin. “My girl’s gonna steal the spotlight.” You laughed, a little softer than usual. The thought of seeing Ellie again still twisted something in your chest—but Abby’s presence made it bearable. She helped you get ready, picking out your favorite low rise shorts pairing it with a cheetah print top , her touch grounding, her voice steady. "you look so fucking hot“ she drooled as you twirled around for her, your ass peaking out of the denim fabric ever so slightly sent her off the edge. You weren’t better than her though..she decided on a black tanktop, baggy jeans with her calvin klein boxers peaking out and a leather jacket. To say that you were staring was an understatement..

By the time you were locking the front door behind you, her fingers laced with yours,thankfully you didn’t feel nervous anymore.

💫

By the time you pulled up to the house, the bass from inside was already pulsing through the pavement. Laughter spilled out onto the porch, the golden glow of string lights flickering in the distance. Abby cut the engine and turned to you with a smirk. “Ready to make an entrance, babe?”You took a deep breath, nodded, and stepped out of the car—her hand already finding yours again, grounding you as the night began.

The door creaked open just as you were about to reach for the handle, and there stood Jesse, beer in hand and a vicious grin on his face. “Well damn,” he said, looking between you and Abby. “Didn’t know we were getting the power couple tonight.” You laughed, a little breathless, and Abby just smirked, sliding her arm around your waist like it belonged there. “Figured it was about time,” she said playfully.

Jesse raised his drink in a mock toast. “Congrats you two! Come on in—everyone’s already a couple drinks in and pretending they can dance.”

The music inside pulsed through your chest, warm lights spilling across faces you half-recognized. You stepped in with Abby beside you, her hand never leaving your back, and just like that—it felt real.

The room’s buzzing—bass rattling the floor, laughter echoing through the air. You and Abby are tucked off near the kitchen. She’s got her hand low on your back dangerously close to your ass, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you blush and bite your lips before you share a heated kiss. You were already two drinks and a few shots in (you couldn’t say no to jesse’s ‘killer’ drink combos) your body relaxed against abby’s, still heavily making out with her. "eww get a fucking room" jesse pointed at you jokingly making you break your kiss with laughter. It caught the attention of other guests around you, they were cheering you and abby on, loving that you’re finally official as a couple. “you better not forget about the games we have soon, anderson. Though i get if you forget about us with a girl like that” her basketball teammate, Violet alias “Vi” nudged her shoulder and shot you a wink. "no flirting with my girl alright?" abby answered, jokingly getting her in a light headlock you couldn’t help yourself but giggle at the sight.

Suddenly someone tapped your shoulder, you mindlessly turned to the person that tried speaking to you your eyes widening as you realized who stood in front of you..dina? “I know you don’t want to hear anything from me but please listen…i need to find jesse right now before Ellie gets here, please” she sounded out of breath and desperate. The mention of Ellie made your heart sink into your ass, your head was spinning as you tried to keep your composure. You scanned the room quickly but jesse was nowhere to be seen "Jesse must’ve gone to the bathroom..he will be back soon but you need to breathe..you don’t look well, dina” aside of everything that went down including dina, deep down you just felt bad for her, everyone could see that she lost herself for the sake of being with ellie…shit maybe that’s how people perceived you when you were with her…the thought alone made you nauseous. Abby noticed your voice dying down and immediately stopped joking around with her friends, checking to see if you were okay. "is she bothering you?" abby asked, eyeing dina with venom in her eyes. "no, babe! she’s just looking for jesse it seems important. Where did he go?” you assured her with a soft voice and a squeeze on her hands, her eyes softened and she looked everywhere in the crowd, scanning every face, still no jesse to be seen.

Before you were able to try and reassure dina that jesse will come back very soon the front door flew open, hitting the wall so hard it sounded like a warning shot..conversations stop, heads turn, the air shifts..all eyes are on her…Ellie fucking Williams — music still playing, you wished it would’ve stopped.

Ellie stepped inside, she’s drenched in sweat, her pupils huge, jaw clenched and twitching, nose clearly raw like she’s been snorting something too strong for someone so fucked up already. A half-empty bottle of jack is gripped in one hand and a half smoked joint in the other, gripped loosely between her bloody knuckles. Her tank top is stained with various liquids..seemingly alcohol, sweat, drool, blood? , half-hanging off her shoulder. Her dirty converse untied. There’s a fresh bruise on her jaw, and her lips are cracked—probably from a fall or a fight on the way here.

People stare, whispers echo across the room, some pull their phones out to record.

"where is he?!"

Her voice slices through the music, through the crowd, through your fucking skull. You’re scared, gripping onto abby’s arm for dear life. This can’t be fucking happening. You’re going to pass out.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS JESSE?!"

People part around her like she's radioactive, about to explode.

Dina turns white.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck-" she mutters, desperately, grabbing your arm hoping for some sort of protection, then letting go like touching you might make things worse.

Ellie locks eyes on her.

"YOU LYING FUCKING BITCH! HOW LONG WERE YOU GONNA KEEP IT FROM ME? HUH? YOU THINK I WOULDN'T FIND THE FUCKING PISS-STAINED PREGNANCY TESTS YOU HID IN THE SHOE BOX UNDER THE FUCKING SINK? You think I wouldn't notice how much you were puking in the morning?"

Her voice cracks.

"You think I'm fucking stupid?"

Dina flinches when Ellie stepped closer, staring in horror, scared of ellie’s next move.

"You cheated on me with Jesse while I was cheating on her?" Ellie snarls pointing straight at you, voice dripping with venom.

Then she laughs. "We're all so fucking noble in this little circus, aren't we?" looking in the crowd hoping for some kind of approval, nobody moves everyone is dead silent.

Thankfully Jesse steps foward, grabbing Ellie by the shoulders. “Ellie just go home, that’s enough” he said, voice stern and serious. Ellie wasn’t having any of it, she shoves him into the ground.

Dina tries to grab her from behind.

“Ellie, stop—people are filming—”

Ellie swings back.

“Don’t fucking TOUCH me! Go be a mom or something, you lying bitch!”

Jesse storms up.

“Alright, that’s enough—”

Ellie rounds on him.

“YOU THINK YOU GOT A FAMILY NOW?! WHAT, YOU GONNA DO BETTER THAN YOUR FUCKING DAD DID?!”

Her voice is shrill, mean.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING FAILURE JUST LIKE THE REST OF US!”

She’s pacing in circles now. Pulling at her hair. Screaming. Shaking.

And then—she stops.

She turns and sees you, grabbing onto abby like she was your savior… you made the mistake of looking back.

Just once.

And she runs.

Charges up to you like a tidal wave. Abby steps in front of you fast as hell, calm as a blade. Ellie shoves her. hard .

Abby doesn’t even move.

“Don’t fucking look at her like that,” Abby warns. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Ellie laughs, a sick, choking sound. “You think this is over, you fucking ogre? You think you’re all that just ‘cause you’ve got abs and daddy’s money?“

She leans close. Invading abby’s space.

“fuck off, williams” abby spits, eyes filled with furry, balling her fists.

“Or what?” Ellie barks. “You gonna call your daddy to come pick you up in a fucking helicopter? You rich piece of shit. Oh you wanna hit me? Yeah hit me you fucking bitch, show her that you’re just like me” a big grin spreads across ellie’s face, she snorts and on in her nose really getting into abby’s face. “tell me anderson, when was the last time you fucked someone without them thinking about someone else, huh? I bet she thinks about me every time you’re knuckles deep inside her..bet all her sweet moans are just for me in the fucking end” she held her tattooed hand up and wiggled her middle and index fingers, showing off her muscle memory. Abby scoffs, cold and disgusted of ellie’s little show.

“don’t fucking talk about my dad again, this is your final warning” she says, her voice is low, controlled and so deadly.

Ellie grins. “Or what? what are you going to fucking do?”

Abby’s eyes narrow. “Or I’ll remind you why she left you.”

Ellie snaps. Like a match. Like a bomb. Like everything she’s buried explodes at once. She only sees red. The half empty bottle that was once in her hand was thrown against the wall, the sound of glass shattering made the guests gasp, everything was frozen, nobody dared to move.

Ellie Lunges at Abby—fists flying, nails out. Screaming like she’s being exorcised.

“YOU FUCKING FAKE BITCH! I’LL RIP THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!”

Abby grabs her by the arms and slams her back into the wall.

“You did this to yourself.”

Ellie struggles, thrashing, crying, sobbing, spitting in her face.

“I LOVED HER! I FUCKING DIED FOR HER! YOU DON’T DESERVE HER!”

People are screaming now—trying to pull them apart..but abby’s not done just yet. She punches ellie right in the fucking mouth, you swear you could her bones cracking. Ellie spit out a load of blood and wiped her bloody (probably broken) coke filled nose. She laughs through it.

“Hit me again, rich girl. Hit me again so I can finally feel something.” Abby picks her up and throws her against the fall, letting her fall to the ground, turning at you. “we’re leaving now” you nod, still unable to form any words after what you just witnessed, your head was buzzing full of things you needed to process.

“w-wait”

ellie sobs, crying in pain as she grabbed into the shattered glass of her once half empty bottle of jack..a failed attempt of getting on her feet. Emerald Eyes filled with pain. Rage. Desperation.

“Please.”

she begs, crawling and dragging herself just to be near you. Now she’s on her knees directly by your feet, you’re wearing those stupid designer heels abby gifted you…she hated it.

“Please, don’t do this. Don’t let her take you. She doesn’t love you like I do. She doesn’t know you like I do. I’ll change. I’ll die if I have to. I’ll do anything just don’t leave me, baby. I love you I never stopped, Dina means shit to me i don’t give a fuck about her it was a fucking mistake! I don’t need anyone but you i can’t eat, i can’t sleep i can’t fucking live without you by my side I-“

she’s gasping for air, choking between her sobs, a mix of snot and blood running down her face.

“I’ll kill myself if you walk out. I swear to God. Just say something. Look at me. PLEASE.”

You squeeze abby’s hand and kneel down, meeting at eye level with ellie. you don’t recognize her anymore, this couldn’t be the ellie you once loved. Disappointment and disbelief written all over your face, ellie knew there will never be a second chance.

“I’m not yours anymore, ellie. If you really love me please get the help you need and never ever talk to me. I want you out of my life forever. I don’t ever want to hear a word from you again. Forget about me, act like i never existed or whatever helps you be normal again..just let me be happy. I love abby and you can’t change that.”

Ellie wanted to comfort you, let you cry in her chest while she tells you that everything will be okay..instead abby helped you up placing a soft kiss on your forehead as your mascara stained tears streamed down your cheeks, she made sure not to ruin your makeup as she wiped them away, even now you looked so beautiful and breathtaking. “I love you so much, princess..let’s get the hell out of here i’ll take you to my place you’re safe with me, this junkie will never bother you again i promise” abby said softly, guiding you towards the exit, directly to her car, her arm never letting go of your waist.

Ellie stayed in the same spot, screaming and crying, calling out your name as if you’d save her..Jesse told everyone to go home and stop recording while dina called the police. They waited until the cops dragged ellie out of his house, forcing her into their police car as she struggled and refused to leave until you came back..which never happened. Dina stayed the night at jesse’s too scared of going home and being alone. They talked everything out, about their baby and the future, deciding on a fresh start..”okay okay Hi my name’s Jesse, what’s yours?” Jesse joked earning a giggle from dina “oh shut up jesse! we better apply to a parenting class soon" dina giggled,both of them admitting that they never got over the feelings for each other..

💫

You could finally breathe again as you arrived at Abby’s place. A beautiful big house, a mansion almost. “We have to be quiet, Dad and Lev are probably asleep. You’ll meet them tomorrow morning,okay?” Abby whispered as she unlocked the front door, revealing her german shepherd, Alice. You immediately dropped to her knees petting and cuddling the puppy, you loved dogs so much, almost making you forget about the incident with ellie earlier. Abby pulled out her phone and sneaked a picture of you playing with alice, setting it as her lockscreen. She kneeled by your side, scratching behind Alice’s ears.

“nobody will ever hurt you again, baby. I promise you”

🎀

pt 11

[jordiipordii]

the golden raven ☀️ spoilers & theory;;

there’s something so interesting about jean starting to text renee about jeremy. she mentions it’s been for the last month at the end of the book, and I firmly believe that nora told us the first time it happened without telling us.

page 298: “jean was sitting cross-legged in the center of his bed, phone in his hands but gaze pointed across the room at nothing.”

this is after jeremy comes back from being with faser and jean has had his outburst, for context.

jean moreau is the type of person to only pick up his phone with the intent to use it. and every person who he would have a reason to be texting or reaching out to at such a late hour had just been present… except for renee. who we know jean can and will text any time of day.

to me, this is canon. I know it never really will be until nora either tells us or doesn’t, but nora sakavic never tells us anything for no reason. so why was this little detail dropped in here? why would jean have his phone? playing tetris? no.

I firmly believe jean was talking to her about jer.

and if I’ve done the calendar end of it right, the banquet was roughly a month or so before the end of the book. so when renee says “this past month” she’s talking about from the banquet on, more or less. and that was just…

wow. in about twelve hours, jean sat with his celebrity crush and taught him some french, including a phrase in case he needed to get the hell outta the event. jean nearly took someone’s nose off for trying to press jeremy’s emotions too far, watched jeremy go off with some man and come back bruised, and jean was livid. this boy went thru it, all because of jeremy.

so I mean, if his nerves were kind of rubbed raw that night, I get it. but the insinuation that from then on jean started texting renee more and more about jeremy? jean texting renee instead of jean asking her “tell me something” and then waiting for her to fill in the silence? what?

jean started breaking his own long-running habit of just needing renee to tell him something to get him out of his own head. this habit he’s had since back before he was nearly beaten to death in the Nest.

because apparently he wanted and/or needed to talk about jeremy, and who would be safer than someone who isn’t present like the Trojans are? who would tell? not renee.

jean really starts talking to someone about his sunshine captain and then, it’s implied, just can’t stop. what about? no clue. nora, my b-day is in september. drop even just one text. please.

and it’s just so… lovely. like three out of every five? dang jean, are you down bad or what? it’s even funnier/sweeter when you consider this is probably including the regular check-ins and “gossip” about all the drama going on. other things to talk about, and jean still ropes it back to jeremy more often than not.

it’s just… I dunno. this was such an expected bomb to drop at the end of the book. jean had told us everything else under the sun except for this and then nora slung it at us like “haha, chew on this for the next year, suckers.”

and we will. I will, anyway. I love stuff like this.

and I love love love that jean has apparently been falling more in love with jeremy than we ever realized, but behind the scenes. it was a good shock for us and it gives a lot to look forward to in the next book.

(I also want to point out that at the shelter, it’s said that jean had missed a string of texts from renee and cody. makes me wonder if our favorite in-canon jerejean shipper has somehow been looped more into things than we know.)

[daytimemin]

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[tinyidle]

bon, savoureux, pain - jsy x psh (ft.yn)

WARNINGS: smut, blind date, early stripping(? they're kind of eager), voyeurism turned into a threesome, sloppy kissing, groping + fondling, cunnilingus (lot's of it), sixty-nine, mini-felatio sesh, doggystyle, switchdom!soyeon, softdom!seonghwa, sub!reader, fem reader, im kind of rusty so PLEASE bare with me

two different idols, two different brands, the same weekly event, at the same place. how in the world did they meet at the same bakery, despite having vastly different schedules? well, it was because of you. seonghwa had just finished his first ever high fashion modelling gig through isabel marant and was at his final days in paris. soyeon had just finished her fitting for alexander mcqueen and wanted to spend a couple day in the city. meanwhile, you, a secret match maker, were requested to pair them for a simple bakery date. just meet each other and talk about the differences of idol life in their very similar yet contrasting careers. nothing more, nothing less. that is, until they both had their eyes on you.

wc: 2.6k

in one swift motion, you escorted them to the secret part of the bakery that only you were allowed to take complete strangers in to make them into lovebirds. of course they were shocked.. weren't they supposed to get interviewed by you?

"um.. what's this about?" soyeon nervously asked, her gaze coyly shifting from the dimly lit area you taken them in and seonghwa's beauty, as did he with the room and smaller's aura.

the tall male spoke up to agree with said inquiry, but barely raised his voice to match hers. "yeah.. aren't we supposed to be meeting you, and you talk to us about our--" he spun his hands around, trying to think of the word.

the smaller woman spoke up, "idol life."

"yeah, idol life. thank you," he bowed, keeping it at a strict 90 degree angle while soyeon returned the gesture with a sincere 'you're welcome'. both refused to make eye contact.

dang, you didn't know you paired up two introverts. "actually, you're here to meet each other and bond. i was just the decoy to get you two to come."

their mouths fell agape and they were completely dumbfounded. soyeon was the first to break the ice. "but--but what am i supposed to say to him? ive never spoken to a male idol like this before--"

"never?" he interrupted. she nodded in confirmation. he nodded in agreement, "me neither."

you had to hold back a chuckle at how awkward the both of them were. "look," you started, "this is a blind date, so no expectations. you guys will talk and just enjoy each others company, and if you two like it, great. if not, no harm, no foul."

they both nodded at your explanation, though they still had their reservations about it.

"and to get you guys started, what do you want from the bakery?"

"uh," the oldest thought, "can i have a pain au chocolat, please?"

you nodded and jotted it down, turning to soyeon, "and what about you?"

"hm.. macarons, any flavor is fine," she smiled sweetly, "thank you."

"of course," you responded, "i'll be back with your order in a bit." when you left them, you heard almost nothing, awkward silence. considering they're both very reserved it seems, you knew it would take some time to get them acquainted with each other.

it took nearly an hour for both of their orders to be freshly made, and you were excited to see how well they were getting to know each other. little did you think that they would be stripped to their underwear, waiting for you.

"well, i guess no harm, no foul," you mumbled, placing their orders onto the table.

"thank you," seonghwa spoke up, grabbing the warm pastry and biting into it, immediately moaning at how delicious the chocolate was.

soyeon took the opportunity to steal a glance at him while she bit into her macaron, her eyes widening at how beautiful he looked, even just eating.

"so," you were the nervous one now, "what happened here?"

the taller smirked before licking the smallest drop of chocolate icing off the corner of his lip. "soyeon and i discussed our mbti, our interests, hobbies, and how we like to explore new things, so--"

"so we decided to explore each other," soyeon chimed in. "then we realized that you had to be here to see how far we've come. did you know that seonghwa-oppa is actually extroverted?!" she looked elated, as if she found out he had magical powers.

you were still trying to pick up your jaw off the floor. they had just met, and yet they had already decided to go all the way. "you- you're kidding, right?"

the eldest shook his head, "no, it's true. and soyeon has a great personality."

"your face is even better," she giggled, pointing her half-bitten macaron towards seonghwa's features.

your face heated up, embarrassed by how fast the whole interaction had turned from innocent to sexual. "well.. you two seem to really be enjoying yourselves, and that's the point, right?"

"yeah," the tallest agreed, "and we're not gonna waste a second of it." before you could say anything else, he grabbed soyeon by the cheeks and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. the younger's eyes went wide at his sudden action, but soon relaxed and reciprocated his kiss, letting him lick into her mouth, her tongue playing with his, both of their saliva mixing.

she moaned, pulling away and letting their combined spit trail down her chin, her eyes filled with lust. "you're a good kisser," she admitted, her face a rosy pink.

"and you taste sweet," he smirked. "let's see what the rest of you tastes like."

soyeon gasped, feeling him grab her breasts. her nipples were hard under the thin fabric of her bralette, and when he ran his fingers over them, they poked out even more.

"fuck," the seonghwa mumbled, his thumbs circling her buds, his lips attaching to the side of her neck. "you're so sensitive."

she whined, throwing her head back. the sight made your panties wet, and you couldn't help but let a small moan escape your lips.

"didn't realize you were still here," seonghwa commented, a sly smile on his face. "why don't you come join us? there's plenty of space."

"o-oh, no, i couldn't possibly--"

"it's okay, baby," he soothed, beckoning you closer with his index finger. "we won't bite… unless you're into that." the last sentence came out as a whisper, making you shiver. "i-i guess im into whatever you guys are into," you admitted, walking closer and sitting on the couch adjacent to them.

he chuckled, "good girl."

as if the nickname alone didn't have you dripping, soyeon took a seat on your lap, pressing her clothed cunt onto your sheer leggings, causing a wave of pleasure to hit you as you gasped.

"she's wet already," soyeon observed, shifting down to kneel in front of your thighs. "let's see what your pussy tastes like."

you moaned, not even being touched, yet you could tell how good she was going to make you feel.

seonghwa smirked, watching her lean forward and tug your bottoms down. "pretty," he cooed, running her finger along your folds, a whine coming out of you. "you're sensitive too, hm?"

you nodded, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"aw, look how cute she is," the soyeon remarked. she looked back at the tall male as they nodded in silent agreement.

without warning the smaller woman buried her face in your cunt, licking a long stripe up your clit, a loud moan spilling from your lips. "ah! oh my god," you groaned, feeling her flatten her tongue and circle it around your nub, sending sparks of electricity throughout your entire body.

seonghwa licked his lips, the sight turning him on. "how does she taste, baby?"

soyeon pulled away, looking over at the lust-filled man. "really sweet," she smiled, a string of your slick attached to her mouth, making her look even hotter. "almost like pain au chocolat."

he smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, his tongue licking up your taste. "mm," he moaned, pulling away, a trail of spit connecting them. "you're right, she does taste good."

the woman simply giggled, giving him a quick peck. "now, why don't we show her how good we can be together, hm?"

"i think that's a good idea," seonghwa smiled, getting up to help soyeon up from her position near your used entrance. he then lay down on the couch, his erect length begging to be touched through his thin boxers. "please sit on my face, baby. ill please while you please me."

her eyes lit up, her pussy throbbing. "fuck, yes," she purred, stripping off both her panties and bralette. she crawled up on the couch and straddled the man's face, her pussy just a few inches from his face.

he licked his lips, reaching his hands up to grab her ass and pull her down, immediately burying his face into her cunt.

"ohh!" she cried, her hips bucking down into his mouth.

seonghwa's eyes fluttered closed, moaning at her sweet taste. she whimpered, his tongue exploring her inner walls, her juices leaking out. he lapped it all up, not wanting to waste a drop.

after a while of bliss, soyeon decided lean forward and grab the hem of seonghwa's boxers, pulling them down. his cock slapped against his toned stomach, making her mouth water. she reached a hand down and was slowly pumping him.she bent her head down and kitten-licked the tip, a groan escaping his throat.

"fuck," he murmured, his fingers gripping her thighs. he continued eating her out like no tomorrow, and she did the same to his cock, sucking his tip and swallowing the precum. "fuck, soyeon," he moaned, his cock throbbing against her tongue. "if you keep that up, im gonna cum."

"im close, too, hwa," she panted, her thighs trembling around his head.

you watched the scene in awe, not being able to move because of the pleasure the scenery was giving your throbbing center.

his hips bucked up into her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. "shit, im sorry, soyeon," he apologized, trying not to thrust again.

"it's okay," she reassured, her eyes filled with lust. "do it again. use my mouth, please."

his eyes darkened, "you asked for it." he lifted his hips and rammed his cock into her throat, making her gag and moan loudly. "fuck, that's it," he groaned, his fingers tangling themselves into her hair and holding her in place as he fucked into her mouth, the vibrations from her whines shooting through his veins and straight to his dick. "shit, im gonna cum."

her lips tightened around his dick, sucking harder and moaning against his length. "shit, i'm-- fuck, i'm cumming." he gripped her hair tighter and shot his load into her throat, a low moan rumbling in his chest as he pumped the rest of his cum down her throat, his hips stuttering.

soyeon swallowed every last drop, pulling away with a pop, his length slick with her spit. her eyes were blown wide, her chest rising and falling with each pant. "please, hwa," she whimpered, the older smirking at her neediness, "please fuck me."

the male smirked. "get on all fours," he demanded, his voice deeper than usual. she did as told, her legs trembling as she turned her back towards him, arching her back so her ass was up in the air, displaying the most private parts of herself. "look at you," he cooed, grabbing his shaft and slapping her folds with it, making her moan. "you're so wet for me. do you want me inside of you?"

the smaller woman was getting impatient. "yes, please," she whined. "i want to feel you."

"of course, baby," he smirked, aligning his tip with her entrance, slowly sliding himself into of her. she gasped, feeling his cock fill her up as he hissed. "shit, baby. you're so tight."

his hands found her hips, using them as leverage to pull out of her before slamming back in, a loud moan spilling from her lips. "you feel so good, baby," he grunted, his fingers gripping her waist and pounding into her.

"hwa!" soyeon cried, her arms giving out. her face landed against the cushion of a nearby couch pillow as she couldn't help but bury her face into the plushness, muffling her cries and screams. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpered, her walls clenching around his cock.

you couldn't stop yourself from reaching a hand between your legs and playing with your clit, moaning and gasping. the sight in front of you was delicious, savory even. you were so close, and it seemed soyeon was too, judging by her screams.

"hwa," she squealed, "im gonna cum. please please please,"

"cum for me, baby," he grunted, fucking her as hard and fast as he could, her walls tightening around his cock.

"seonghwa!" she sobbed, her orgasm washing over her. her juices covered seonghwa, coating his thighs and dripping down onto the couch cushions. he trailed kisses up and down her back to help her cool down, leaving extra sweet ones around the petals of her rose tattoo.

you moaned at the scene-- the way they were so perfectly compatible making you throb with jealousy.

it was like they could hear you throb from across them, their eyes meeting yours. "don't think we forgot about you, baby," seonghwa smirked, motioning you to them with a finger.

you sat there shocked. "w-what?"

"get over here, baby," soyeon spoke softly, her eyes filled with love.

"o-okay," you stumbled over your words, standing up and making your way to them.

you got in the same position as soyeon , on all fours with your ass up in the air, and without even asking, the tallest man spread your legs a bit before lightly spiting on your dripping cunt and devouring you.

"oh my god," you whimpered, the sensation of his tongue lapping at your pussy overwhelming.

he moaned, the vibrations shooting up your spine, making you cry out.

soyeon moved over to your ajar mouth, "does he feel good, baby?"

"yes," you gasped, your fingers tangling in the man's locks. "he feels so good."

she smiled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a kiss. you moaned, the sensation of the two of them pleasuring you sending sparks through your veins. you felt your orgasm approaching, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening with each tongue thrust and lick.

"im gonna cum," you warned, your thighs quivering.

"then cum," soyeon demanded, her eyes boring into yours. fuck, you whispered, feeling the knot snap, your climax washing over you. you cried out, your back arching, as the wave of pleasure washed over you.

seonghwa's fingers gripped your ass, keeping your hips in place. you gasped when feeling him pull away, a small whine escaping your lips. "thank you," you breathed, your voice soft and delicate.

"of course, baby," he replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips, a small smile appearing on his face.

you chuckled, "i hope you guys aren't expecting a third round."

"oh no," soyeon assured, a smirk appearing on her lips. "i was thinking seonghwa-oppa and i could try new positions in a more private comfortable room?" she suggested, looking at the older man who was cleaning up his face.

the oldest hummed in confirmation, "sounds like a plan. let's go."

you nodded, gathering your clothes and putting them back on, though your panties were completely soaked and there was no way to hide the obvious wet stain on your leggings. thank goodness you have a long coat. "well," you started, "this was fun. i hope you guys enjoy your stay in paris."

seonghwa smiled. "im sure we will," he assured while placing a soft kiss on your forehead. he then placed a loving peck to a getting-dressed soyeon, who stopped mid-dress-pull to reciprocate the romantic gesture.

..

an hour after the two bought some bakery baguettes, your employer and somehow found you inside the secret area, making a low whistling sound. you snorted, "what?"

the staff around gave you a knowing look. "you did it again," one of them laughed.

"did what?" you played dumb.

"got another pair of lovebirds together," they teased, handing you the check.

you giggled, "i have no idea what you're talking about."

"yeah, yeah, sure," they laughed, rolling their eyes.

as you walked out of the bakery, the two idols left behind, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. another match successfully made.

okay, so, i hope you appreciated this as much as my brain and body did-

[hestzhyen]

Chapter 72 Deep Lore Posting

Fed at last, dear void, and not a moment too soon! Excessively long yapfest incoming since we are finally getting lore with fascinating implications, as well as call-backs to ideas introduced very early on in the manga.

Editor's Notes:

First Page: イヲリ幼き日現れたのは毘灼頭領-幽 [Iori osanaki hi arawa re ta no wa Hishaku touryou- Yura] "Yura, the leader of the Hishaku, appeared one day when Iori was small child." Last Page: 父娘の時間はただ流れて... [oyako no jikan wa tada nagarete...] "The time spent between father and daughter flows on..."

Oh, but what's this on the last page...?

次号取材のため休載致します。続きは18号（3月31日［月］）に掲載します。

The series will be on break next week so the author can research and gather materials. It will resume in the 18th issue (Monday, March 31st). Dang.

Also, I checked chapter 58 and there was no mention of a break to lead us to the Sojo Bathhouse chapter, so don't get your hopes up for another bonus- we won't be getting one. Thank goodness we were left with a lot to chew on!

The Real Truth (Part I)

Not exactly the most dangerous enemies ever seen

At last, the truth of what happened. John has no reason to be lying here so we can conclude that the the foreign nation was indeed not part of Japan. They were "savage" due to culture and upbringing, not as an inherent part of their nature- not great, but we've got a hell of a lot to learn beyond this chapter so let's roll with it. And their government launched the attack and brought hell no one should ever experience back on the heads of innocents. Clearly, they're humans in John's version of events.

I'm glad we got explicit confirmation that the Kamunabi and likely other government forces set up a propaganda campaign to mischaracterise the enemy as "naturally bloodthirsty savages". Like I said back in the chapter 66 post, dehumanising the enemy basic propaganda. You need to justify murder on such a large scale that the terminology changes to "casualties" and making the enemy out as an imminent threat that can't be reasoned with is the easiest way to do it.

Why this unknown little country initiated the assault, we don't know yet. About those WWII allegories then... is our small island nation Japan itself? Sounds like a tale of many peaceful citizens paying the price for a militant government embroiling them in a war that got them nuked to me.

Christ.

WWII is a very touchy subject in Japan so I will not be assuming any of the author's intentions here. I'll just note that so far we are seeing some commentary on the horrors of war in general and how ordinary people are paying a terrible price for something they didn't necessarily want to happen. Also, the focus is less on who deserved what and more on how the effects of war echo through generations- what it drives people to do, and how their children deal with the aftermath. Chihiro and Iori are our biggest windows into this with their fathers naturally.

That said, hoo boy. Please, please, please be careful with this, Hokazono-sensei. The horrors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were very real and no one should have to experience that kind of tragedy. Just please also acknowledge that the aggressor can't be totally innocent even if the retaliation they endured was unjustifiably harsh. If we are going to see criticism of the island's government and/or military for starting the war, good. If this is a "war is bad for everyone" story, also fine. If this is a "small island nation attacked others unprovoked and did bad things but worse things happened to them in return so they're justified in seeking revenge" story then NO.

The framing of this is is going to be so important. I think we can safely assume that John declared "war" at the Rakuzaichi because he's opposed to the Kamunabi covering up what the Sword Master did- the Imperial imagery in the flower vase, wanting to topple the current government, John wanting Magatsumi for himself- dollars to doughnuts the Hishaku are remnants of that island nation trying to get back at Japan, probably comprised of parts of the old government that led them to war in the first place. And if that is their motivation, that's perfectly acceptable! It would be good writing so long as we aren't seeing them be morally justified! Basically, it's fine to write the Hishaku as thinking they're justified, so long as the author doesn't agree with them.

I cut an anxious speculative yap because we just have to wait and see, of course... break week makes this extra hard but I don't think we'll be getting more context than this until we meet the other two Bearers. Sushi guy is up next most likely (Kuguri has his blade and he was conspicuously brought up in chapter 60). The lore drops this chapter mean that even if the Assassination Arc ends with Samura, there's still a hell of a lot to do with the remaining three Bearers in the next.

WTF Kunishige and Hi There, Sojo

The more we learn about this war, the more I appreciate the writing. How many times can we go back to Chapter 1 to add a little more context and not feel like the author's being repetitive?!

"...I'm committed to taking it on."

Yeah. We are getting Iori's backstory right now but how will Chihiro handle the reveals as the nuke-maker's son? He didn't fight Sojo for the right to have a say in how to manage the legacy passed down to him as a one-off thematic fight. Every new piece of information we learn is something he will have to grapple with too. Now we learned the full reason why Kunishige always clammed up about Magatsumi- and that the other bearers will die if the Sword Master does. What the scallop?

It took me aeons to translate this in the Japanese version.

Kunishige giving his most powerful sword to the person he trusted the most, and binding all of the other bearer's lives to him... wow. All that as a sign of their resolve to share the same fate... or cutting corners to save time on a crucial safety mechanism if we don't want to be generous. God, how awful did Kunishige feel after his masterwork corrupted his most trusted person into wanton killer and made him lose his mind? Talk about unintended consequences... this also leaves some more questions open about how the True Realm can affect the Bearer but not going to hold my breath on getting answers to that.

Anyway, that death bond! Is it also true in the reverse, in the sense that the Bearers can't truly die while bonded to their blades without the Sword Master perishing first? (Shiba wasn't sure why Chihiro came back to life after definitively dying in ch. 60 and suggested it could be one of the Blade's powers). God I wish we had put more weight on Chihiro's death there instead of trying to rush into the Iori and genius vs. genius sub-arc!

Still. All Samura has to do is kill the Master and use his remaining few days to take down the Hishaku. Seems like a haphazard plan if the Hishaku can successfully keep away from him and wait out that death timer y'know? I think this means that the Master won't be dying to Samura like he wants this arc. We also still have three bearers to meet and the Sushi guy was teased as being next. Which means we... don't have any idea of where this is going once again! Samura's almost certainly dying some way, some how... if he gets back up after that and the only difference is that he's no longer bound to Tobimune, we'll know what happened...! Or if his pinky ring with Yura triggers and does him in, or he takes himself out before it can- sky's wide open. The only thing I'm pretty certain on right now is this:

Killing someone with the enchanted blade is important to bring them back (whether that's a Tobimune-specific ability or not is uncertain), but that could be why Samura switched swords to kill Uruha

He's trying to die alone so no one else has to go with him. That's why he's hunting the other Bearers first, to break their bonds before killing the Master so he's the only one that needs to bear the burden (along with any Hishaku he can take out). THIS GUILTY MOTHERFUCKER!!

Also, this raises questions about what would happen to Chihiro if the Master died. Is Enten bound to the Magatsumi too? If Samura killed Chihiro knowing the bond through Enten would restore him but also break, then that's another facet to the mercy that Samura showed him via death. AND URUHA?! There's something fishy going on with him because the Kamunabi were interested in the effects the the bond had on a Bearer after 18 years for a reason right? God this is getting messy.

Oh my, how about that delicious narrative density though? Kunishige didn't intend for the man he trusted most to have his mind corrupted by Magatsumi and massacre of hundreds of thousands of people. But the way people use author's creations is out of their hands.

Not literally, of course.

Yes we are doing some callbacks to the first major villain's theme: Author's Intent vs. Death of the Author! Goodness the writing is so wonderful when we can keep doing subtle references to the first guy to get wiped out. Normally they are just a stepping stone for the MC to show his potential, but Sojo was much more! Using the power of hindsight, he was more than just the first test to Chihiro's power and resolve- he was also our big hint that Kunishige's intentions with making the blades and the results they got probably didn't match up.

Obviously we still have a lot more to learn about what he was thinking about when he forged the blades (I got theories, let me tell you). No matter what though, I find it difficult to believe he'd intentionally give the Master a sword that would drive him insane. Having that man as the nucleus of their group resolved to share the same fate means he was the one person who couldn't go haywire. So Kunishige's intent could have been overridden by unintentional defects or aspects to the sword like the True Realm.

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Since I'm here, I assume the Official EN TL won't translate 蠱 [kodoku], the name of Magatsumi's True Realm ability (wrong assumption apparently). It means "charmed and cursed, something that bewilders or leads one astray... the work of demons". Yup. Gotta know more about the forging process for these things. Genuinely starting to fall back in love with the potential narrative ties and the meta commentary the author can make with this scenario... please let us stay here for a while yet, I don't want to go back to Hiruhiko and his bullshit unless it's time to meet back up with the main plot in the present too.

There are two other little bits that might not have anything to do with anything but I think they're neat so I'll mention them.

Kodoku isn't the normal reading for 蠱- that's maji. Kodoku (孤独) means solitude, loneliness, and isolation. It's also part of kodokushi (dying alone/solitary death). Given the Master's situation right now after all the other Bearers were rounded up in to fancy sanso ("shame boxes"), make of that what you will!

2. 蠱 is included in the only other kanji spelling of kodoku as 蠱毒, "poisoning someone" or Gu. You can read up on Gu here but the gist is that several venomous creatures are boxed up together to concentrate all the toxins into a single survivor for various types of rituals. Metal.

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Iori!

Those scars like tears again, man.

Once again appreciating the gender-neutral framing here- Iori's gonna become the strongest just like so many other shounen protagonists! She'll do it to protect her dad! A delicate girly girl she ain't- but she's not feeling like she needs to be one which is the best part. No boys teasing her for being a girl here, no one being awkward around her because girls don't normally learn swordsmanship. She's just a kid who wants to protect the parent she has left. That's all that matters to her character. I love an author that knows how to write girls and women as people...!

I also love Iori. Awful things have happened to her and will continue to happen to her, but goddamn it I want her to find her happiness and some peace once all this is said and done. I think we'll get into her side of the trauma festival next chapter- specifically what led Samura to break his promise to not abandon her again. I don't think my heart can take it no matter how much time we have to prepare, man. Iori's so precious and he'd finally stepped up for her! He was finally looking towards the future through her! And she deserved to be happy with her dad now that they'd bonded as father and daughter! I can't handle it already I really can't. God, I love my heart being brutalised before the author shatters it with a single well-placed tap.

She's finally feeling like a real character now too since we are getting her backstory with no distractions. Iori's absolutely sticking around after Samura's gone- this is the second character we've done a total deep-dive without Chihiro for, the only other one so far being Hakuri. This kind of thing is why I will be pissed if we keep introducing characters to get us attached then write them out though... I don't love being convinced to care deeply about a character then have to put up with them being shelved after their single-use purpose is up. It's wasteful to keep introducing a custom-made character for every arc so I hope this is the last time we do it for a bit. We don't have to keep every character around all the time, obviously, just don't keep expanding the cast with one-offs so that only Chihiro really matters in the end.

Okay. Tangent aside, I think the next chapter will be about how Samura came to abandon her the second time. I hope we get his thoughts on it... I really do. Right now I'm betting on it being a combination of preexisting guilt + new guilt over Inori's death + not wanting Iori to suffer losing another parent again + not wanting her to follow his path like she's said she wants to do. So he had her memories sealed to spare her the pain of losing another parent on top of all the other things she'd already experienced. Instead of working through it together like Kunishige wanted to do with Chihiro, Samura chose to keep his kid in the dark for her own safety. Jesus Christ my heart if this is true...

However it happens, it will be a heartbreaker for sure. We know it's not gonna be a good time so the only thing to wonder is how bad it will be. Let's put that break week to good use by making some depresso espresso, folks.

Sasuga Iori-chan, good job being the daughter of a famous war hero! Hard work? PSHAW! - random student guy

Just one more reminder of why she's closing her eyes. 1) copying dad to fight him on his level (cute!) and 2) makes it easier for her to fight with the world's most convoluted Iai technique. She can fight well so let her stay! Let me keep Iori until the very end!

Gremlin Guy, Though?!

Getting to see my gorilla wife and his situationship partner was the best unexpected bonus of the chapter.

I didn't have this guy and some Shiba and Azami trivia anywhere on the list of things we could get this chapter, but I'm so happy it happened! I feel like we are starting to finally tie this arc's events back to the Kamunabi, which has essentially been shoved to the backburner since the end of chapter 60. First Iori having an aunt in the org, now this meeting with Prince Nez Kamunabi Higher-up (please give these guys names soon I don't care if it's boxes next to the same panels that have been reused since ch. 18).

How 'bout dem apples though, Shiba has another strong tie to the Kamunabi that isn't Azami- though they're both tied to Prince Nez. He's one of the three people who sealed Magatsumi, one of the three officials present at the peace treaty signing, and the one who likes to get to the heart of the matter with a neutral take. The guy who explained the practical reasons of buying the Shinuchi at the auction instead of raiding it and asked Hakuri to demonstrate his powers during Chihiro's interrogation. The one most concerned with getting Magatsumi re-sealed. One of the four who helped Kunishige hide with the blades after the war ended. Someone capable of telling Samura what he wants to hear.

Hmm.

Just putting this in my back pocket to see if we get more context on it later. He's on the mole list obviously, but I'm not going to make any judgement calls because we know so little about him and the rest of the Kamunabi leadership still.

Speaking of the peace treaty... was the Kamunabi already formed by then, or perhaps about to be? Prince Nez and Beard from the leadership team are there.

Where's the actual government?

I guess these are two of the bigger influences in the group, especially since two out of the three also put the seal on Magatsumi. More info on these guy's internal politics sooner rather than later, please! But I can wait on that information because heck do we have a lot of things piling up to address with the Kamunabi.

-Who's the mole -Everything to do with Hiyuki and her presence in the org -Kazane and Ikuto's status (remember them lol?) -Azami under investigation for hiding information about the Rokuhiras -Org politics and factions (pro-Kuni vs. anti-Kuni) -Function during the war & formation to current state -Role in the cover-up -Why Shiba left them & why he's still working with them on the side -Results of Chihiro's blood test -How they "use" the Masumi (& possibly other clans) -What shady shit they're doing with Uruha's body -Taking care of Hakuri -Relationship to the bearers & especially the Sword Master -Iori's aunt in the org (<- NEW!) -What were their plans for the prophecy? (<- NEW!)

We've got partial answers to some of these but nothing satisfying yet. As to the prophecy, I wonder if there's someone with fortune-telling sorcery in the Hishaku... I don't think John told Samura about this oracular vision out of the kindness for his heart for one second, he's definitely using Samura to make it come to pass so he can use Magatsumi for himself. I'll be a little disappointed if the Kamunabi did follow Prince Nez's logic and sit back because they've already done as much as they could, I'll admit. But it's fine- overconfidence leading to safety failures happens all the time.

Last Thoughts: The Master and the Bearers

Yikes

So, one has to wonder at how much of this guy's massacre mindset was there all along, what the war did to him, and how Magatsumi affected him. The phrasing about the True Realm is that the Bearer "bends the blade to their will" but with this guy's appearance, isn't it possible that something about or within the blade corrupted him? Again, going back to 蠱 [kodoku]- charmed and bewitched, the work of devils. Ensorcellment, poison, crushing loneliness in isolation... what the fuck happened to this guy?

Kunishige surely wouldn't trust a guy like the Master as we see him in canon right now. I wonder if this is one of the sins that Kunishige was warning Chihiro about ever-so-slightly. You never quite know how your ideals will function in the real world once your creation is out there. Nor can you account for every possible way it'll affect people who come into contact with it. He made weapons to "defend" according to Prince Nez's little spiel and the propaganda, but weapons aren't only used for protection. Something something Cold War because of nuclear weaponry stockpiles right?

I wonder if Kunishige was friends/best buds with this guy and seeing what his masterwork did to him is what made him lose that shine to produce more WMDs. We'll need info stat but right now I'm happy mulling over everything we got. I'll probably end up making a few addendum posts as my sad little brain churns through things to make connections as-is.

I'm interested in the other bearer's takes on all this now too. How did they feel fighting their leader and shipping him off to a prison in who-knows-where? What did they think about the "enemy" and fighting them? Uruha seemed to have believed the line from the Kamunabi about them being valuable defenders of the peace, Samura doesn't buy it at all. Let's meet Mr. Sushi guy soon....! Finally, I'm looking forward to what happens next a little bit again. Going back to these core beats and themes is where I want to stay for as long as possible.

Alrighty dear void. I'm as happy as a bivalve in a cozy little shell right now to finally finally FINALLY be ditching the sideshow to get to the parts we've been waiting for. (I know the Hiruhiko stuff will be used as context for something else later, but it was so goddamn painful to sit through weekly okay?) Good vibes to you over the break week and see you on the 30th in my local timezone!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Whumpee (Nico) Drugged for His Own Good part 13

Warnings: runaway whumpee, severe infection & fever

The noise of traffic roaring past was constant and deafening... until it suddenly wasn't. And that's when he knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

He stopped limping for a minute in confusion, panting from the effort as he craned his head to look behind him where he'd come, peering through hazy vision to see what was happening. Why was the world so dang blurry??

But when he finally managed to focus his vision on what was going on at the end of the bridge, his eyes widened with horror, his heart plummeting to the soles of his feet with dread. There were several police cars parked there blocking all traffic from going on the bridge, none of which had their sirens on, only lights -- to avoid alerting him of their presence. Nico's eyes snapped desperately to the other side of the bridge, the way he was heading to escape -- and police cars had blocked off that end of the bridge too. He'd been caught.

Nico wanted to break down sobbing. He'd been so close to making it out of his home city, to where he could leave his team behind and start fresh somewhere else. He'd only had half a bridge left to walk before his freedom would be reality.

But how had his friends found him?? And how had they gotten the police forces in both cities to work together to corner him on the bridge and cut off his escape?

Nico bit back a wail of despair as one non-police car was let onto the bridge, driving over to him. He knew exactly who would be in it. So it was no surprise when the vehicle came to a stop near him, and several of his friends came flooding out.

Medic, Amelia... even Marcus was here, curse it all. The dreadful trio.

Nico backed up as they approached until he was at the very edge of the bridge and could retreat no further, trembling all over.

All three of his friends froze, except Medic, who took a step forward with hands raised placatingly. "Nico, listen--"

"How did you find me?" Nico snarled.

Medic's lips tightened. "You have to under-"

"I asked how the hell did you find me?"

Medic shared a glance backward with Amelia and Marcus. "We put out missing person notices everywhere. Someone was driving by and recognized you, then called us.” He took another cautious step closer. "Nico please--"

"Stay back!" Nico barked, swaying unsteadily and dangerously close to falling off the bridge. "I don't want your help! Any of you! I won't trust you again!"

Medic flinched, eyes wide. "You're unwell," he spoke calmly, trying to soothe Nico's panic. "I can see it in your face. You need help. Badly. We're lucky we found you now before you got yourself killed -- you look one heartbeat away from collapsing."

He's right, you know, Villain's phantom voice hissed to Nico. You're actively dying, like I said before. How pathetic. Poor, poor little you--

"Nnnggh... s-stop it..." Nico clutched his head in his hands. "You're not real! Leave me alone!"

"Who are you talking to?" Medic frowned worriedly. "If you're hearing things we really need to get you to a hospital. You're looking pale and clammy like you're one second away from passing out. Can you please come away from the edge?"

Nico started hyperventilating. This was all going wrong. Villain was shouting in his head, Medic was saying something else, his head was pounding with pain and fever--

Too much. Too much. He just wanted everything to STOP.

His vision was going double, the world swimming and warping in weird ways before his eyes, and darkness was rapidly creeping in on him from all sides.

His legs went weak, and he staggered heavily to the side -- but one foot didn't land on solid ground.

"NICO!"

He was distantly aware of someone screaming his name, but the voice sounded... so far away...

He felt the rough texture of the bridge as his torso hit it, before he was falling through the air toward the frigid waters below. His mind was full of cotton, and there was the distinct tinge of fear spiking through him -- but it felt muted, dulled. Detached from reality.

His sight left him a millisecond before he hit the water, the coldness enveloping him completely. He didn't fight it -- everything hurt too much. He was cold, exhausted, and in pain. All he could do was float, and give in to the darkness consuming him.

And it was peaceful like that, in the way death is.

Cold and silent. Dark and calm.

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[angelthebedsheet]

Karasuno High, A Mockumentary

When you’re the third manager of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team, there’s only so much patience you can have surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys. Of course, you didn’t originally imagine spending your free time managing this team, but hey, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

A fanfic in which the events of Haikyuu are represented as if it were filmed like The Office with confessionals and everything.

A/N: When I tell you this idea came to me while I was watching Trin’s skits on TikTok it was actually insane. As always…. Y/N is a black queen. Proceed!!! [//] means the start and end of a confessional beeteebubs. More tags will be added the further we go!! Slow updates because.... guys I'm unmedicated and in a weird period of life rn el oh el! Check out my AO3 if you wanna read my other stuff! 🙀

Season 1: Episode 1 - [Manager Against Your Will]

“Please, please, please, L/N! Please be another manager for us, we’ll do anything!” Nishinoya sobbed as he held onto your leg. “Boy, get up. You’re being mad weird,” You sputtered as you pushed at his head. “Please, L/N, I mean think about it, us havin’ three managers? It’d be so cool, all the other teams would be so jealous!” Tanaka whined loudly, draping himself over your shoulders.

“This should be considered harassment, y’all are draggin’ it,” You groaned. “Please, please, pleaseeee!” Nishinoya wailed dramatically. “No! I don’t want to be trapped in that sweaty ass gym for longer than I have to! Last time I watched y’all practice, Hinata done busted his ass right in front of me and knocked my water all over my homework.” You frowned. It took an extra hour to try and salvage your homework. The constant apologies from Hinata didn’t make it any better either. Tsukishima didn’t let either of you live it down. His teasing grinded your gears so bad you could’ve spiked a ball directly into his stupid sports-taped glasses. Wack ass. “We swear that won’t happen again! What happened to second years sticking together?!” Nishinoya looked up at you with big watery eyes. “What?! We are sticking together.” You sputtered before looking down at him. “Don’t look at me like that.” You groaned. A couple of beats of silence passed.

“Fine.” You sighed.

“Hell yeah!” Tanaka yelled. “My ear, man,” You winced, covering it. “Sorry, sorry, got too excited.” He muttered, rubbing the side of your head. “Finally, it took you so long to agree,” Nishinoya said as he sat back on the ground. “Get up,” You gritted out as you pinched his shoulder. “Ow! Okay, fine, dang,” He pouted as he popped back up.

[\\]

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I folded, I get it,” You muttered, crossing your arms. “What else was I supposed to say? Those two never quit. They’ve been on my ass since the first day of school to join Shimizu in being the manager. Then when it was Yachi’s turn to join, they got even more insistent on me joining.” You frowned as you looked at the camera crew. “What? Don’t look at me like that. I love the idiots, but fuck, they’re on my ass like white on rice twenty-four-seven. Can’t a girl catch a break in this fuckass school?” You listed out before covering your mouth. “Oop! Wait, can I curse in these?” You asked.

“You already did, it’s fine.” One of the crew chuckled. “Okay, sorry, I should’ve asked beforehand,” You laughed bashfully.

[\\]

“Guess who we got to be our extra manager?” Nishinoya exclaimed as he slammed the gym doors open. “Jesus–what did I say about the damn door, kid?!” Coach Ukai sputtered as he coughed on his water. Takeda simply handed him a napkin before glancing at the camera with a concerned expression. “L/N!” Tanaka exclaimed as he lifted you up. You squealed as you held onto your skirt. “Put me down, the hell?!” You exclaimed. “No way! You finally got her to agree?! L/N!” Hinata yelled as he ran over. “Wait, wait!” You screamed as you were suddenly dog-piled by them. “Oh, shit, we’re going down!” Tanaka laughed as he fell to the ground. The camera panned back over to Takeda and Ukai who were staring at them in disbelief before looking at each other.

[\\]

Ukai rubbed his forehead as Takeda let out an exasperated laugh. “Nishinoya and Tanaka have been pulling different people from different grades to be our final manager,” Takeda said. “It hasn’t been working.” Takeda sighed. “It was a matter of time before they got L/N to agree.” He added. “The numbnuts harass the girl daily, her patience is stronger than mine,” Ukai muttered. “They’re good kids, really, it just gets very stressful having to tell them time and time again that they can’t just drag anyone to practice,” Takeda said as he scratched his cheek. “They did the same thing last week.” Ukai groaned. “They can’t take the hint. We’re perfectly fine with Shimizu and Yachi.” He said. “But,” Takeda cut in. “If L/N wants to join then that’s fine by us as well. She’s practically a part of the team already. She’ll fit right in.” He cooed. “Right?” He grinned as he looked at Ukai, nudging his side with his elbow.

“Sure,” Ukai nodded half-heartedly. “Is this over? I need a cigarette.” He said as he took out his pack of blurred-out cigarettes. “Hey! We’re not allowed to show those,” Takeda said exasperated as he watched Ukai put one behind his ear and get up. Ukai walked past the cameras and left. Takeda sighed. “That’s… Kenshin for ya.” He chuckled anxiously as he shook his head.

[\\]

“Hey, hey, break it up! Give L/N some space.” Daichi clapped his hands frowning. “Dogpile, really? How old are we, guys?” Sugawara snickered as he crouched down to pull L/N up. “Blink twice if you need help,” Sugawara whispered playfully. You groaned and mushed his face away. “Shut up.” You whined. “You actually agreed?” Tsukishima snorted as he watched you stand up with the help of Sugawara’s kind hands. He dusted off your shoulders. “I didn’t take you for the type to accept bribes,” Tsukishima added. “You’re funny if you think they had enough money to bribe L/N,” Kinoshita commented as he walked by, pushing a cart of volleyballs. “Hey!” Tanaka and Nishinoya whined. “Not a drive-by! No fair, Kinoshita.” Nishinoya whined.

“You’re really gonna be our manager?!” Hinata squealed as he jumped up and down. “Be calm, man.” Daichi grabbed his shoulders, pressing him to stand still. “Unfortunately.” You muttered. “Unfortunately’s crazy.” Tsukishima and Yamaguchi snorted before Tsukishima went back to wrapping his middle fingers with sports tape. “Unfortunately?!” Tanaka and Nishinoya sputtered as they looked at you with bewildered expressions. “Y’all dragged me here! I had no choice but to agree.” You frowned, instinctively hiding behind Sugawara, holding onto his arm. That earned an affectionate eye roll from him as he patted your arm. “Don’t make it seem like we kidnapped you.” Tanaka pouted. “Knowing you two, you probably did.” Daichi shook his head. “Ugh! What is this? Why are we being tag-teamed? Asahi, dude, help us out!” Nishinoya called out as Asahi looked at the camera with a weary expression. “I have to uh… pee.” He murmured before walking away. Nishinoya let out a scream as he ran after Asahi. “Dude!” He yelled out as Asahi immediately started running away.

Coach Ukai grabbed his whistle and blew it. “Goddamnit! Suicide drills! All of ya!” He yelled out earning a loud uproar from everyone. “Way to go, dipshits.” Tsukishima sneered as he got up.

[\\]

“You didn’t say anything, Kageyama,” One of the crew said. Kageyama blinked blankly. “Was I supposed to?” He asked. “Yes, it would be preferable.” They said. “Oh, okay. Uhm, I think Nishinoya and Tanaka-senpai are being annoying this week. We’ve had at least like…” He paused to briefly count on his fingers. “6 different candidates for being our last manager and all of them didn’t know the difference between a pinch server and a wing spiker.” He muttered.

He glanced at the camera crew, taking in their expressions. “It’s different.” He crossed his arms. “It would be nice having L/N-senpai actually being a manager. She knows how to play and understands the different positions. She subs in for us during practice when one of us is out. She’s nice.” He said. “But, I think it’s weird to force her if she doesn’t want to.” He scratched his head.

“Is that all?” They asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Okay, thank you, Kageyama.” They chuckled. He stood up, bowed, and left.

[\\]

“I can’t believe you actually agreed,” Yachi gushed as she turned to you on the bleachers. “Right, I’m surprised. You’ve been saying no since your first year.” Shimizu chimed in as she scribbled notes down in her notebook. “I know. I just decided to say ‘What the hell,’ and do it. If I end up not liking it, I can just leave. Then, they can’t bother me to tell me to try it when I already did, you feel me?” You said, leaning back against the bleachers. Yachi glanced at the camera before looking back at you. “I… feel you?” She murmured. You snorted. “Like you understand me.” You clarified. She gasped. “Ohhhhh, okay, I feel you.” She nodded. Shimizu chuckled softly.

“At least you don’t have to worry about them bothering you in the halls about joining anymore,” Shimizu said. “Yeah, at least." You muttered.

The camera panned over to Tanaka and Nishinoya as they did planks. “Look at them, they fit in so well together,” Tanaka sighed dreamily. “Like three goddesses sitting on a bench in the sun,” Nishinoya swooned. “Oh, shut up,” Tsukishima grunted. “You already got us doing suicides. You suck,” Ennoshita murmured as his arms trembled. “Rude,” Tanaka grumbled back. Coach Ukai blew his whistle. “Rotate! I want a lap to the other side of the gym, 15 burpees, lap back, repeat!” He called out. “Jesus Christ,” Kageyama whispered under his breath as he got up. “Maybe be a bit nicer to them?” Takeda whispered as he watched the team start their laps. “One person fucks up, the whole team fucks up, gotta drill it into their heads somehow,” Ukai murmured. “By doing suicide drills? I’m starting to think this is for your own amusement, Kenshin.” Takeda said. “Oh, no, yeah, it is. It definitely is.” Ukai nodded. “Kenshin," Takeda frowned. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, relax, Ittetsu.” Ukai waved him off.

“Coach! Yamaguchi’s lookin’ a little green! I’m talkin’ in the face!” Hinata called out. “I’m fine!” Yamaguchi groaned as he ran his lap.

[\\]

“Take 5,” Ukai called out from behind as he walked over to Yamaguchi. “He was not fine,” Hinata laughed nervously as he looked back at Yamaguchi puking into a trash can. You had a grimace on your face as you rubbed his back. The camera panned back onto Hinata, focusing on his face. “I called it early, no one listened to me. Not even Yamaguchi himself.” Hinata winced, wiping the sweat from his brow. “He had this look on his face that I recognized anywhere. My ma used ta’ make it when she was pregnant with my sister and she was about to puke.” He said. “Yamaguchi had that saaaame face, just… sweatier. And greener.” Hinata murmured.

“Uh, should we call the school nurse?” One of the crew asked. “Nah, we all throw up a lot. We’re a pukey team.” Hinata laughed before taking a sip from his water bottle. “We just hurl in the trash can, drink some water, and get back on the court.” He grinned. “Don’t tell them that, dumbass.” Kageyama slapped the back of his head. “Hey! This is my confessional! You already had your own, Crappyama!” Hinata exclaimed as he looked back at him. “Mine was better,” Kageyama commented before walking off. “Wha–?! Get back here!” Hinata yelled as he ran after Kageyama. “Y’all don’t know what a break is?” Daichi asked, exasperated.

[\\]

“Alright, get home safe, guys. And Yamaguchi, let’s lay off the soda before practice, okay?” Takeda said as he squeezed Yamaguchi’s shoulders, earning snickers from the team. Yamaguchi’s face flushed. “Y-Yeah, Takeda-sensei.” He stammered. “Bubble guts,” Tsukishima commented. “Me when I’m at a puking competition and Yamaguchi’s my opponent.” Sugawara snickered, earning louder laughs from the team. “Aw, man, come on,” Yamaguchi whined at the teasing.

“Aye, y'all know that video of the kid pukin’ spoons?” You asked. A few of them nodded. “That’s real Yamaguchi core.” You teased, nudging his shoulder earning more laughs. “Hey!” Yamaguchi groaned, shoving you away. You laughed loudly. The camera panned to Takeda and Ukai as they watched you and the team walk out. “I told you she’d fit right in,” Takeda cooed. “I ain’t say you didn’t.” Ukai chuckled. “C’mon, let’s close up.” He said. “Drinks on you, tonight?” Takeda murmured. “Yeah, drinks on me.” Ukai nodded.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone buzzes again. You’re starting to get annoyed. You’re trying to enjoy the day with Queenie and life just wants to bug you. 

The sunlight beams down around the gazebo as Queen lays on the bench. Through the arched window behind her, birds flit around and bugs buzz by. She looks terribly tired. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask as she yawns. 

“Oh, I’m fine,” she turns onto her side. “Just had... a long night.” 

“Huh, did you do something special?” You wonder. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “I just don’t sleep much. Oh well.” 

“Hm, did you try chamomile? Or a hot bath?” 

She shrugs. “It’s not your problem.” 

She rests her head on her bent arm and closes her eyes. The late morning is lazy. You’d like to bask in the stillness but your dang phone keeps going. 

“Sorry, I’ll be right back,” you hop up and slide your phone out of your pocket. She doesn’t react as you turn and flee down the steps. “Jada?” You answer after reading the display, “what’s wrong? Is it mom?” 

“Huh? What?” She sounds just as confused. “No, I’m just—I'm checking in. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah.” She quavers unevenly. 

“Why?” 

She sighs, “because... you’re my sister and I haven’t seen you. So... I’m checking on you. Like geez, I can do nice things. I’m doing one right now.” 

Her frustration breaks through the flimsy mask of compassion. You exhale and watch a white moth flutter by. You hum. 

“You never care about me.” 

“No, I do,” she insists. “Of course I do.” 

“What did you do?” You challenge. You think you get it now. When she knows she goes too far, she’s nice. It usually gets her out of trouble with your parents. 

“N-nothing,” she squeaks. “God. You’re such a—good sister, I just want to make sure--” 

“I’m fine, okay?” You reply as paranoia creeps up your neck. “And you don’t have to worry about me because you never do. I’m hanging out with my friends. Shouldn’t you be with yours?” 

She scoffs. She’s silent for a moment, no doubt plotting her worst retort. She grumbles. 

“Well, you have fun with those friends,” she makes her voice extra sweet. 

You frown. What the heck is going on? Wait? Is she jealous? After all these years of treating you like a loser, of you being the hanger-on, is she really jealous? You almost laugh. 

“Alright, I will,” you stick out your tongue even though she can’t see it. “Bye.” 

“Um, bye, but--” 

You hang up. You look at the phone and scrunch up your nose. Something’s off. Jada never calls. Sure, she’ll text you to demand something, or accuses you of stealing her favourite hair clip, but she doesn’t call you. She certainly doesn’t check in. 

You put your phone on silent and back in your pocket. You go back into the gazebo as Queenie sits up, leaning against a column as she gazes through the window. You drag your feet over and sit at the other end. 

“Everything alright?” She asks. 

“I think...” 

“Oh? What do you mean?” She turns to you. 

“It was my sister.” You huff. 

“Is she okay?” 

“She’s fine. She’s... annoying. You know, she doesn’t want anything to do with me, ever, and now I have a friend, a great friend like you, she’s bugging me.” 

“Really? I thought she was mean to you.” 

"She is. Most of the time. But she calls me up acting all worried,” you harrumph. “She just doesn’t make any sense.” 

Queenie hums and looks back out at the whimsical garden. It’s just like Jada to ruin your day without even being there. Now you’re all anxious trying to figure out her game. 

“Loki brought you here...” she says. 

You flinch and look at her, “yeah?” 

She shrugs and averts her eyes. She stares off thoughtfully. Her forehead stitches. 

“I didn’t ask him to.” 

Your heart thrums, “you didn’t?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Oh, but... I’m sorry if I crashed--” 

“No, I don’t mind. I’m happy you came. I’m just thinking.” 

“Right,” you nod. “Thinking about... what?” 

She shifts and turns her back to the birds and the bugs. She tilts her head and her cheeks dimple. She rubs her index against her thumb. 

“How did Loki find you? If you weren’t expecting him?” 

You blink. You don’t know. “Well, we ran into each other at the coffee place. I just thought maybe it was a coincidence.” 

“Uh huh,” she clicks her tongue. “Does he know about your sister?” 

“About?” 

“That she isn’t very nice?” Queenie sniffs. 

You shrug. “I guess I might have mentioned it. I don’t know.” 

She leans forward and hunches over her lap. She props up her head in her hands and she squints. When she sits up, she looks determined. 

“He likes you a lot.” 

“He’s nice.” 

“He’s not,” she insists. “He doesn’t even like his own brother.” 

“He doesn’t? But Thor is so nice.” 

She hesitates then waves off the thought. “Well, they are brothers. You know how siblings can be.” She pinches her lower lip as she thinks. “When did your sister start acting strange?” 

“Come on, it’s just Jada being Jada. She likes to mess with me,” you snort as you start to see her logic. 

“When?” She asks again. 

She’s your friend. You have to be honest. 

“I got home yesterday and she was all... weird. Acting all... nervous. She even cleaned the clothes she ruined with my berries. And cleaned my room.” You explain. 

“She did that?” Queenie gasps. 

You nod, “yeah, see. That’s how she is. Typically. She just does mean things to me but now...” 

Her eyes narrow. “You should leave. On your own. Call a cab.” 

“What? Did I upset you?” You’re taken aback by here suddenness. 

“No,” she stands and grabs you by your arm. “I’m not mad. I’m doing this for you.” 

“Why? I don’t understand--” 

“Look, maybe I’m wrong but I really don’t think I am. I know Thor and his brother. I know how they are. You’re too sweet to see it and you should keep it that way.” She drags you across the gazebo. “You need to go.” 

“But--” 

She stops you and makes you face her. “He did it. Loki. No one just has a moment of regret out of nowhere, especially when they’ve been getting away with it for years. I know that better than anyone. Loki left yesterday rather quickly, didn’t he?” 

“No, what do you think--” 

“Maybe he just threatened her or maybe he really did hurt her...” Queenie says. 

You gulp. You think of Jada and how she winced. You never saw her afraid like that but last night, was like someone threw water on a cat. You don’t want to believe it but there’s really no other reason you can come up with. Coincidences are nice but your mother always says they don’t happen. 

“No, he wouldn’t--” 

“Ladies,” Loki’s slither undercuts your protest. 

You and Queenie freeze, sharing a look of panic. You turn to watch him strut along the pathway. She lets you go and elbows you. You smile. 

“My brother sent me out. He had some lunch prepared.” 

“Of course,” Queenie slips her hand down to yours. “We were just saying how peckish we are.” 

[httyddragonfox]

Dragon Prince season 6 surprises

I just finished the season today! I was so right about what tone it would have. Of course there were things I never expected, really shocked me out of the water there.

1: Rayllum reforges! I wanted it, I could guess it might happen seeing as they were on a journey alone again, but it still was a pleasant surprise. Hopefully they don't split up again, ...(also, please have nothing break them apart!)

2: Only some of the three parents get revived. I didn't expect one of the stones to be swapped out. Dang it Aaravos! Why can't anything go swimmingly for these two.

3: Callum taking the decoy with him! Callum is usually so aware when he gets controlled, the fact it happened without his knowledge. I thought Aaravos would want what was at the Star scraper, but then again he has all the star power he needs.

4: Viren surviving...and then Dying. I was surprised when he was alive, then again the homunculous wasn't around in the trailers and Claudia was covered in blood, but I thought she killed it out of frustration or something. How would she have found out about the "Blood of child" thing? So of course I didn't see him go back to Katolis, interact with Soren again, and explain his backstory. I figured we'd learn it, but he wouldn't be around...as weird as that logic is. Then Viren sacrificed himself to save everyone as his final act of redemption. Seeing him alive was already a shock, I didn't expect to see him die...for real.

5: Callum purging the darkness from himself. I knew Callum was going to be tested of some sort, but I thought that was how he was going to get the crown. I honestly thought the darkness within him would come back to him in a more dramatic way. Maybe it still will, they did hint that any more darkness will corrupt him entirely, and the next season is called 'Dark.' It was sweet that the light that saved him was Rayla, and allowed them to get back together.

6: Finding out what the key is for. I honestly thought we'd find out in season 7, or that the key would release him. Then again it was around when Aaravos wasn't imprisoned, and it's his key... who knew it was for a magic book this whole time. That better be some special book.

7:Using the Moon nexus again: Here I thought Lujanne thought it shouldn't be used. She grew lenient in two years. Also I didn't think we'd be seeing her and Allan.

8: KATOLLIS IS DESTROYED! That never happened in any of my theories! Dang, Aaravos doesn't play around. Speaking of...

9: Aaravos hates Sol Regum. I knew he got rid of Adititi, but that was probably just to cause Chaos. I didn't know it was personal with the Sun dragon. Also, such a surprise Sol Regum had a mate...which he killed.

Now the big one...

10: AARAVOS HAD A DAUGHTER NAMED LEOLA AND SHE WAS THE UNICORN THAT GIFTED HUMANITY WITH MAGIC!!! I had insights...but never the full picture. The short stories made it seem like he didn't like the other startouch elves, that he disagreed with them. I figured, "He must like Humanity much more than them." Second short story, there was a fallen star, given his name, I thought it was him. I thought they banished him for some reason. The opening of the first episode, I'm thinking maybe he was just banished. The merciful one shows up and says "We are all stardust held together by love for an instant." That makes me think somebody died. I learned in season 5 about Leola and her 'last wish.' Maybe he was crying over her death and how unjust it was. Never....did I put together that she was his daughter. I never saw Aaravos as a dad, seeing how cruel he can be to people and how silly he acts at times. Also I didn't think the Startouch elves had families. That was a real wringer for me, but the real heartwrencher...

11: They showed a child dying on screen! They showed how scared she was, they showed the love they had for each other, how heartbroken he was, how horrifying the death was! They didn't shy away at all. Darn you creators! Why do have to make me cry!

Much more intense a season, more mature themes, more blood, more death! What's the next season going to be like?!

[sunnyie-eve]

33 | Chillin

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: underage drinking

| MASTERLIST |

"You don't know how much I need this break." Dani tells Sam, as they spend time in the hot tube "Away from the boys and here with no Colby to bug me. So if you take his place as a protective brother, I will kick your ass."

"But that's my other role to you." He laughs.

"Sammy please..." She begs him.

"I'll be your best bud tonight."

"I would appreciate that very much. I need it," She tells him, meaning it, "I'll even tell you everything you want to ask me. But you gotta win." She tells him getting ready for rock, paper, scissors.

"Got it." He gets ready, " Rock, paper, scissors, gun. Boom! Get wrecked." He cheers, "So who do you have a crush on?" He asks her wanting a answer.

"Before I answer, I wanna know who do you think I do? I'm very curious."

"You really gonna tell me?" He asks surprised.

"I seriously will."

"I honestly think... It's Matt." He tells her.

"Not Chris?" She asks him.

"Matt makes more sense."

"What fully makes you say that though?" She asks curious.

"I don't know. Just does. Doesn't it?" He watches her, "I know I'm right. I see it on your face." He leans closer to look at her eyes smiling.

"You're team Matt?" She laughs.

"You like him."

"Sam, I'm trusting you with my whole life on not telling Colby any of this." She grabs his arm.

"Our secret. I got you, girl." He takes her hand shaking on it before they hug.

"This is why you are the best person in the world. I love you so much."

"You're my favorite Brock anyways." He tells her getting out of the hug.

"Colby would kill me if he heard that." Dani laughs pouring him a shot.

"And he would kill me if he knew I was letting you drink."

"I can't get in trouble since we're not out drinking. And it's not like I'm telling." She adds, "So any other questions, you'd like to ask? I'm open."

"Which is odd." Sam gives her a look.

"Cause I trust you when it's just us." She tells him truthfully because she did trust him.

"Are you gonna make the first move or?" He asks.

"Do you think I should?"

"Tease him, make him jealous." He claps his hands.

"I don't know what to do." She whines. "Fuck, Marry, Kill?" She asks him for their next round he lost.

"With who?" He gives her a look.

"Colby, me, and Nate."

"What the hell?" He laughs.

"You saw me answer mine with the triplets. You even texted me thanking me for choosing you to marry." She laughs as well. They play another round and Sam loses again, "Dude, Sam, babe, you suck at this." She laughs at him, "Let's close our eyes and see if we can clap at the same time."

"One, two, three." They wait a few seconds before clapping at the same time and cheer.

"We are the better Golbach and Brock duo."

"Hell yeah! Let's get married." He says and they both laugh.

"The dream team." They hug it out.

"Fucking Colby though." He laughs.

"Since you're hooking up with my brother, I'm gonna live with my other husband and his brothers." Dani plays around.

Sam loses another round of rock, paper, scissors and he loses it a bit, "How are you?" He shouts.

"I'm gonna have to tuck you into bed at this rate." Dani laughs pouring him another shot.

"You're actually a wizard Harry. Are you a wizard?" Sam leans close wanting an answer.

"I've been studying witchcraft." She plays along and gives him a look so he laughs.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors." Sam loses once again, "God Dang It!" He grabs her, "I'm gonna kill you." She laughs wrapping her arms around him before walking them over to his shot to take. "Next one, let's go. Let's get this over with."

"Are you gonna cry?" Dani laughs pointing at his glossy eyes.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."

"Fuck you!" Sam flips her off as she cracks up. "How?" He didn't get it.

As Dani gets him another shot she changes the topic, "Are we sure Matt likes me too?" She looks over at him.

"100% positive." Once again another round of Sam losing makes him scream out, "What the hell? How Dani?" He walks to the other side of the hot tube.

"What if he's just a really good friend?" She stays on the topic so Sam walks back over to her.

"I will reach out to him right now and ask him till he gives me an answer." He tells her the pretends to call Matt on his imaginary phone, "You tell me right now if you have a crush on our girl Dani."

"Umm, let's not do that at all." Dani laughs before taking a shot herself just so Sam isn't left out. "Maybe I should keep my crush to myself."

"No, Dani, you should try to see. You really like him." He tries to help her get the courage to do so, "Or you can...be alone." He says going to sit on the steps.

"I'm just scared of fucking something up, you know?" She tells him and sees him start to fake cry, "Are you pouting because I might not do it?"

He looks over at her, "If you don't do it, I will hint at it." He smiles going up to her hugging her from behind poking her sides.

"No the hell you aren't Sam."

"Then you have to." He smiles leaning over her shoulder to smile at her.

~

"My weekend was good. Just hung out with Sam." Dani chills with Nick in her car.

"That's nice. I had to hear the two bicker all weekend." Nick tells her annoyed a bit with his brothers.

"Bicker about what?" Dani asks curious.

"You, just you." He sighs, "All damn weekend long, Dani."

"Great... So thanks for telling me. So I am causing problems between them."

"Not necessarily. It's just, Matt thinks Chris will chicken out." He says confusing her.

"Chicken out on what?" She gives him a look, "Don't tell me he's gonna make a move!" She covers her face.

"So obviously you don't like him like that." Nick laughs at her reaction, "I finally know that now bitch." He laughs since she has never giving him any clues on if her like either Chris or Matt. "So what the hell are you gonna do if he does ask you out? Say no or twist it? Like say; I'm free to hangout."

"I hate how Sam and I didn't go over this scenario. All that talk about Matt for what." Dani says without realizing that she just slipped she liked Matt to Nick. Both say silent for a few seconds with Dani oblivious and Nick smiling at her before it hits her, "You didn't hear any of that come out of my mouth."

"It's not like I'm gonna say anything." He lets her know.

"No, no, I know you won't but I didn't want you to know."

"My lips are sealed, Dani." He promises not to tell.

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

what would happen if Ashley ended up in gotham, DC universe ?

You. You are my favorite person of the day.

Honestly, DC is so big and extensive, that I'm going to limit this to Gotham for the sake of my mental sanity. Unlike Tim Drake, I do have a caffeine limit that no number of red strings and corkboards can alter.

Just for fun, Ashlyn won't know anything beyond a casual viewer. No OP knowledge here.

How she's here is anyone's guess, some dimensional mishmashary thinning the lines between universes, some ancient relic that a villain didn't quite know what it was for before they used it, or maybe Constantine finally pushed the line too far. Maybe it was a combination of all the above.

Either way, Ashlyn's here now :)

It's quite the discombobulating experience, stumbling out of a snow-capped forest only to find yourself in the middle of a city that looks like the child of Chicago and New York going through a goth phase.

Eventually, she finds herself at a storefront. The window display has attracted a small crowd of people, as she can just make out the tell-tale glow of digital lights peaking out between silhouettes. Slipping through, Ashlyn weaves her way to the front and is met by a display of several TVs hidden behind bulletproof glass.

GOTHAM CITY NEWS! Seven heads were recently dropped off at the Gotham City Police Department. Who is this killer and what will their theme be? Breaking News: The Joker is at large, still no leads on how he escaped Arkham Asylum again. Please report suspicious clown activity, and keep gas masks on your person at all times. Join us later at 5 for-

Ashlyn bangs her head on the bullet-proof glass for a minute. A few people walk by a tiny bit faster, but for the most part, Gothamites continue on with their days.

It's the cold that gets her moving, no sense in freezing to death.

Honestly, Ashlyn fits into Gotham pretty well. Sketchy people are rather common, so her lacking any proper ID is overlooked and getting some fakes is stupidly easy. Her nonchalance towards the violence and slight PTSD over weirdly specific situations isn't uncommon either. Ashlyn gets mistaken as a Gotham native regularly, and quiet a few people are shocked when her accent doesn't match what her behavior presents.

Of course, the blending in doesn't last for long.

It starts with her neighbor. He's disturbingly quiet. Which would be fine if his apartment did stink of blood and guns and the walls weren't thin enough that she could hear every scream in the odd hours of the morning.

Ashlyn never sees him, not particularly surprising given the type of people this derelict building attracts. She's not judging, she's here too, but it just wouldn't be surprising if the pookie-bear next door is a snitch on the run. Or a serial killer.

She starts leaving cookies outside the door after the really loud days. It's a neighborly thing to do. She's not soft.

The world feels a little brighter when some bread is left outside hers.

... Dang it. She's going soft.

Que this weird shuffling of baked goods that gradually graduate to small meals being left out. It's the battle of returning the Tupperware and neither is going to return it empty.

Oddly enough, she doesn't see her neighbor's face during these exchanges. No, that update comes when she's reading out on her crummy balcony (it's late, the power has been cut again, so it's just her, a ratty book, and a circle of candles) and she looks up to see some dork pulling themselves up to her neighbor's side.

A book projectile later, a quick convo to straighten out the details, and a returned (blessedly indented) book later, all is well and silent. They are never going to mention this event again... other than giving the side eye and sometimes crawling over to help with medical emergencies she doesn't mention it. At all.

Ashlyn Moore can keep a secret. That's what initially flags Jason Todd's attention.

Of course, the entire Batfam gets pulled in after videos of the same woman surface. Ashlyn is gaining a viral reputation, smack-talking the Joker and pointing out that his goons were patsies in his bank heist, asking Poison Ivy for tips for her herb garden, joining Harley in psychoanalyzing commentary on a hostage situation, and always being weirdly calm yet feral civilian witness.

As a fun "training" attempt, bets are placed on who this strange, Gotham but not Gotham person is. By the end of it, Drake does have a red string board and it's covered in drawn-out question marks. Nightwings gets heart palpitations every time he rescues this girl and she is like "Eh, not my first zombie attack, he's less than a story tall the wimp," or "Hurt? Yeah I'm pretty sure I've got compression fractures on ribs 7 through 9. Maybe a sprained wrist... oh and a laceration on my calf, but I can hobble run so I'm fine!" or "that's a very sad clown, I've seen a spider with a scarier smile. It glowed. Literally glowed from all that acid."

The situation is not improved when Constantine shows up panicking because some dimensional entity is here but hasn't done anything, so when it does something it's not going to be good.

It gets even worse when she accidentally calls Red Hood "Jason."

[katlyntheartist]

Knuckle series is out!! Any thoughts? Does it affect your Jojo and Gang au?

Spoilers for the Knuckles series people! Avert your eyes children!

First, let's talk about the things I liked:

- Sonic and Tails were great for as little screen time as they had. And Maddie trying to be patient with Knuckles while also not strangling him was great, haha. As someone who worked at a Daycare, I related to her dealing with kids like Knuckles and Maddie's facial expressions when she was grounding Knuckles were on point. Also THEY HAVE A PLAIN BED FOR TAILS AND A TRUCK BED FOR KNUCKLES AHHHHH!!!!!

-Pachacamac is a Jedi Force ghost? Alright then. I don't know much about this character outside of Sonic X but I thought that he was fine. And Christopher Lloyd does a great job as usual.

-Wade was not terrible. I like how he has some character growth through the series and at the end he isn't a master warrior/fighter. He's still a goofball but now he's thinking things through and using what he has and his current surroundings to his advantage in a fight, and isn't just hiding and waiting for Knuckles to save him. But him breaking out of the cage in episode 4 was a bit ridiculous. What was that cage made of, cardboard? He really should have broken his hand or something.

-I liked the villains but I wish that we got to see them more involved in the story, especially the buyer. Who was menacing for about five minutes and then was crushed to death like, dang 0-0

-NANA WHIPPLE AND KNUCKLES SPINOFF SHOW PLEASE!!

-Knuckles was the best part of the show. He's the strong tough warrior but with a big heart and good intentions, though a bit misguided at times. Idris did a great job, nothing new there.

And now let's get into the things I didn't like:

-The show is %70 Wade bowling story and %30 Knuckles adjusting to earth and his backstory with Pachacamac and his tribe and his connection to the master emerald and everything else that the show should have been about. The Wade sub plot takes up so much time that we don't get to explore Knuckles. I wished that we had gotten to see him learn to appreciate and call Earth his new home instead of him just accepting it at the end. It just felt so rushed.

-Episode four wasn't awful but I didn't care for it. Also you can NOT show us the Flames of Disaster from '06 and not have Silver or Blaze show up. You can't do that >:(

-Knuckles and Maddie didn't get to have a heart to heart conversation which is what I and many others thought that was what the show was building up to. Also he never gets in trouble for running way and we never cut back to seeing Maddie or Sonic and Tails realizing Knuckles is gone, or even Sonic and Tails trying to cover for Knuckles. I get that the CGI was expensive and voice actor and actor schedules might not have worked out for it to happen, but my point still stands.

-Wanda was useless and you could have cut her out and lost nothing. Don't get me wrong, the actress is good but she feels wasted here. Her character is so annoying and serves no purpose other than to be mean to Wade. And why do we have to have the "siblings who hate each other but make up at the end" cliche? I would have liked Wanda more if she was nicer to Wade from the start and if they had a fun sibling bond with each other. Also if she was able to actually use her skills as an FBI agent to at least hold her own against the gang when they attack Nanna Whipple's house. Also the dad needed to be more comedically villainous, he was too generic.

-Like I said the villains here are fine but the Buyer's whole character is to just show up, have a cool robot fight, and die. We don't get to see him be a threat to Knuckles at all, he just appears for the climax and then is offed in a snap. And the two agents were fun but a lot of their dialogue was graining.

-And that leads me to the main problem with the series. The writing. I'm aware that the writers for the main movies didn't work much on this series, except Jeff did do the first episode. Which is why it's the best one. There is no balance between the jokes and the emotional moments. The show is so focused on trying to make you laugh every five minutes that it sacrifices genuine emotional growth for the characters especially for Knuckles. You know, the whole reason for the show existing in the first place. It suffers the same problems that the live action Ton and Jerry movie had, where the main stars weren't allowed to be the main stars of their film. All of the screen time there went to the human characters who weren't interesting or just plain annoying and mean.

And the dialogue for the show teeters back and forth between actually funny/well written and being dangerously close to obnoxious. And kids shows having jokes all the time isn't a problem. Rottmnt and the Lego Movies are both kid properties that fire off a joke every minute but they knew when to cut back and let the emotional moments shine. The jokes in the Knuckles show felt more like they were pandering to four year old's then actually trying to be funny and the emotional moments felt kind of forced.

I don't want to give any of the writers or anyone who worked on this show a hard time. I can see that everyone worked hard and had fun with this. And I had fun too. There were some good moments between Knuckles and Wade and even a few jokes that got me. But the problems I listed above are just to hard for me to ignore. If you liked the Knuckles series then great for you! I'm happy you were able to have a great time! But for me it was just ok.

Not great. But not bad either. 5/10.

Now, about this affecting Jojo and Gang. I think what I'll do is have comic take place a month after the Knuckles series. And use my AU to focus on Knuckles getting accustomed to Earth and learning to call it home. Basically my AU will do what the Knuckles series didn't.