#this one is for the anon who was up in my grill accusing me of trying to villify wwx and hating on wangxian or whatever

[thatswhatsushesaid]

shitpost dispatches from the xiyao & wangxian dungeons (aka their parallels help to highlight their differences and I enjoy them both all the more because of it)

[cultofdixon]

That growling wasn’t a walker

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • You can handle just one walker…or a few…or really, yeah. Daryl is in for a surprise • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Minor Injuries / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

“It’s getting late, should set up camp somewhere”

“Go ahead and set it up” Y/N handed Daryl the few squirrels and one rabbit she caught, earning a confused look from the man. “Heard some walkers. Gonna take them out before setting up our trigger lines”

“Smart…just be safe okay?” Daryl reminds his partner always as she gave him a smile bringing herself close enough for him to meet half way for their lips to touch. “Don’t make me have to come after yea” a hint of a smirk peaked out when Y/N playfully smacked him in the chest before heading toward the low growling she heard.

Y/N went a bit further than she expected from where she was with Daryl. The sound grew louder so she half expected to deal with at least a handful of walkers. Nothing she can’t handle. She was starting to hear a different tone with the growling that it started to come off as animalistic.

“Hm…” Y/N kept her gun holstered and readied her hunting axe when it came to the bigger animals.

And boy. Wait til Daryl heard about this

She’s been gone a minute Daryl thought as he finished the fire and half the trigger lines, keeping the direction she went off to open so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself. It’s happened. He’s learned his lesson.

Footsteps started to come clear and they were heavier than normal if they were Y/N’s. He knows it’s wrong but to be safe he readied his crossbow and soon enough her silhouette came clear. Daryl instantly glued his gaze to the amount of blood on her and tried not to think too hard about it.

“Rough kill?”

“Something like that—-Hey Daryl, have you ever like eaten a grizzly bear?”

That made him look up at her confused stopping himself from making a makeshift grill.

“Nah, be crazy to hunt a bear”

Y/N crouched down a bit to his level as Daryl got a clearer look at the blood on her noticing it was fresh and part of his mind went to she got hurt.

“Would you…say they’re edible though? Never heard somebody eat a bear”

“Anythin’ is edible if you’re hungry—-You gotta sit down let me look—-“

“Cool. I got bear for dinner” She patted her legs as she rose from the crouched position taking a few steps back before dragging a dead bear into view. “Son of a bitch put up a fight”

The man was speechless watching her drag this grizzly bear next to him and immediately sat on the other side taking out her knife about to start skinny when he stopped her.

“Sweets, we gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you ain’t too badly injured”

“I’m not. Just a few scratches and probably a gnarly bruise on my side from getting almost knocked off my feet but I’m good” Y/N plopped herself down and started to get to work, and Daryl helped her knowing if he quickened the process he can access her injuries.

It took a few hours and a bit of convincing, but here they were. Sitting next to one another enjoying some of the bear meat while the rest was wrapped up and hung up to avoid losing the hunt to what was hunted. Daryl finished wrapping Y/N’s arm in the last of the bandage he carried letting her finally have a full grasp on some of the bear meat.

“You’re crazy you know that”

“I’m hangry, let me enjoy this”

The archer rolled his eyes watching her eat and occasionally adjust the bear pelt laid on her shoulders. It was still unsettling that his partner took on a bear, not surprising because she can definitely handle shit but how she didn’t get help or even wanted it.

“Just wait til Michonne hears about this”

“She’s gonna be so proud” Y/N laughs a little to herself knowing damn well Michonne is gonna accuse Daryl of not keeping a close eye on his partner. Because she has a tendency of doing radical things.

Once they packed up and headed back home, Michonne wasn’t the only one to greet them back as she was accompanied by Carol and Aaron who both noticed the bandages and bear pelt on Y/N.

“Daryl, what happened?”

“We brought back a lot of game” Daryl states dropping the bag by Aaron’s feet as he immediately looked inside with a confused look.

“Uh. That’s a lot of meat”

“Captain Obvious over here” Y/N laughs, shrugging the bear pelt off and handing it to Michonne as she kept her attention on her injuries. “Hey, it lost the fight”

“You two hunted a bear?? You know how dangerous—-“

“Ha!” Y/N cut Carol off immediately. “We…”

Then all three of them looked at Daryl with a hint of anger and worry but the second emotion was more directed toward Y/N.

“She hunted a bear”

“All by herself”

“When she could’ve just left it alone” Michonne finishes only to roll her eyes to Daryl’s shrug of a response.

“She didn’t die”

“SHE STILL GOT HURT!” Aaron pointed out the obvious one more time as Y/N sighs patting Daryl on the shoulder.

“They are ungrateful to my hard work” and with that she made her way back to their place. Knowing damn well Daryl was going to get chewed out by the three and she wasn’t going to stay there for that.

[imaginefan]

The Flirting Game

Jeremy Gilbert X Fem!Reader

Word Count 602

Requested: Anon

Request: You and Jeremy always flirt with one another and you take the next step and control the situation and ask him out yourself because the reader gets tired of waiting for him to ask her. One shot.

You and Jeremy had been friends for years and had been flirting for just as long, you had many conversations with Elena, she had encouraged you to ask him out but you were waiting for him to make the leap, he never seemed to want to though, you had saved each other lives on many occasions and were never apart, you often shared the same views and supported each other through everything you practically already dating, some of the newcomers to the group had mistaken you both for a dating couple. You never denied it instead adding another flirty comment that made Jeremy smirk and everyone else roll their eyes.

You were getting sick of waiting though, you wondered what would happen if you asked him out and you were pushed forward when you were in The Grill a few girls approached him, the one in the middle being the one to say "Are you single?" One of them asked as she looked at you sitting at the table. "Are you single?" You asked leaning forward on the table resting your shin on your palm as you waited for him to answer. "Are you asking me out?" Jeremy asked, ignoring the girls that had come over in favor of getting an answer from you. "God I love you but you are very slow aren't you?" You asked. "Would you like me to ask in a more traditional form?" "I really would," Jeremy answered, leaning back in his seat and noting that the girls had disappeared from their place at the side of the table. "Will you go on a date with me, Jeremy Gilbert?" You asked. "I'd love to." He smirked, your attention drawn to a table across the way where the rest of your friends had been sitting, they were all exchanging money. "Looks like I won some people some money." You sighed and he looked over at where you were looking before he put his hand out to you. "Come on, let's get away from these guys yeah?" He asked. "Yeah, of course." You nodded, taking his hand. "One more thing before we go." He said as he pulled you in by the waist and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Wanted to do that for a little while as well." "Oh really?" You asked as he pulled you out of The Grill and away from prying eyes.

"Told you she would ask him out," Damon smirked as he downed the rest of his drink, his eyes never leaving Elena who was sitting across the table from him. "I thought he was going to ask her, he was so close, he told me that he was going to do it." Elena groaned, Damon smirked as he waved at the girls across the bar and they smiled. "Wait, did you get them to go up to the table?" "Their flirting was very obnoxious." Damon answered, "and it own me some money."   "That's cheating ." Bonnie accused him. "Did you set any rules before, little witch?" He asked and she glared at him as Elena and Caroline stared in shock. "Look, we all wanted them together and that's all that matters." Damon tried redirecting the conversation. "That is not all that matters," Elena spoke. "You know they're never going to let this go," Stefan said as he looked at his brother over the rim of his glass. "Well, then I'll be taking my leave." Damon stood up "but we can all agree that I've done a good thing today." "You're lucky that they are actually happy." Elena glared at him before he disappeared.

Requests and general question!

[destinyc1020]

We really moved on quickly from the brad Pitt anon. But it’s the truth. I’ve only seen gushing articles about BP all day and only a few users did bring up the allegations. Not enough, especially from bigger publications.

I've seen only a few articles addressing the huge "elephant in the room" 👀

I just find it so interesting and ironic how ppl wrote think-pieces about Will Smith for WEEKS after the Oscars last year after he went on stage and accosted a man and physically slapped him on national TV.

But yet, Brad is a man who physically choked one of his kids, slapped another, and pushed and shook his ex wife all while on a private plane where you really can't run and hide.... and still..... He was seated FRONT ROW last night at the awards, and ppl were still singing his praises. 👀

Look, I don't hate Brad Pitt at all. I don't even know the man personally. I don't even know whether he has a history of abuse (which is one thing), or was just "pissed" that day, drank too much, and went off on his family. Unfortunately, that stuff happens in some households. 😔

But if you're gonna have one energy for Will, you should have that same energy for Brad as well. Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

NEITHER of those men's actions were right, but it seems like one man got "canceled" and basically stripped of his Hollywood status, and the other (6 years later) is enjoying the life like nothing even happened. 👀

I'm not saying ppl should be grilled to the stake forever, but at the very least.... Idk.... Be cautious, is all I'll say. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I don't blame Angelina for divorcing him though, coz if a man EVER put his hands on me or on my kids, I'm not only filing for divorce, but I'm not going down without a fight. 😤 Trust and believe, if a man has the audacity to hit you (a woman) once, then it's only a matter of time before he does it AGAIN. 🥴

Nope... There won't be a "second time" after that. No way. 😒 This may sound weird to say, but I'd even take cheating over physical abuse.

[sxfik]

and when the seasons change (will you stand by me?)

read on ao3 • main masterlist • law school masterlist

summary: when kang sol's mother has to work late, she has to take care of byeol. it's just her luck that she has an exam the next day, one for professor yang of all people. joon hwi, being the kind classmate he is, offers to study with her.

or: byeol is solhwi mastermind, and she's says everything we wanted to say to the two dummies.

request by anon: hiya! saw that you do solhwi prompts so I was thinking that Sol A has to babysit byeol but there's a big test the next day so she calls joon hwi over to help her w studying. meanwhile byeol(being iconic) tries to set them up in true shipper fashion.

a/n: this is based on a request i got on tumblr, pictured above! i have around 5 (ish) fics that will go out over the week so stay tuned for those lmao! uh yeah, i don't really know what else to say other than im really sad law school ended so i've just been sad and mopey, but still writing to fill that hole. as always, enjoy <333

Although Joon Hwi was the 'star' student of Hankuk Law School, he was never much for studying. It's not because everything came to him that easily, but because finding the strength to concentrate and study when he could be hanging out with his friends or doing anything better with his time was insanely tempting. Finding the effort to get to the library, and read up on his textbooks was arduous and he always found it easier to study by himself, no distractions around. This was, of course, until Kang Sol came along. For Joon Hwi, everything in his life was turned on its axis when she came into his life.

When he first met her, in Professor Yang's class, she was just the poor girl being grilled by the professor. His heart went out to her, watching her pull her hair out of the bun to avoid the question. He didn’t know what possessed him to answer for her, but he assumed it to be a one time thing. But from the moment she crashed into him yelling "Second Round Judicial Exam, save me!", he was stuck on her.

Slowly, she was everywhere in his life, from the study group to the legal clinic to a majority of his classes. Unlike so many of his classmates, who were by the book and generally clinical in personality, she was a fireball of energy and passion. In class, despite not being the best student, she would argue with so much passion and energy that it was impossible to win against her. It was fascinating, watching her connect and jump from case to case. She would throw herself into everything she believed in, which included defending him from the school and his uncle.

Joon Hwi has liked girls before, but he's never been so captivated and head-over-heels for anyone in his life. Love and dating seemed secondary, and he preferred to keep it out of his life until he reached his goals. You could call him selfish but he prefers to call it being focused on his goals. He's always had one goal in life, and it was to work with the law, whether as a judge or working as police or as a prosecutor.

Yet, if Kang Sol was in the room, his eyes were on her. Whether she was frustrated at him or teasing him or gleeful with him, he couldn't help but smile at her. If she was around, he was right by her side, making her laugh or cringe or annoyed.

So there he was, studying in the school library with Kang Sol. Professor Yang’s exam was right around the corner and unlike last time, he cannot miss the comma in the given case. Plus, he doesn’t even have the excuse of being accused of a murder this time, so both Sol and Joon Hwi were hunched over their books, pouring into the texts when Kang Sol’s phone blared loudly from her bag, startling them both.

Sol cringed as she dug around in her cloth bag, the classic dirty looks tossed her way by the sleep deprived students as she stood to leave the library and take the call. He buried himself back into the textbook, but the concentration was lost and he was more interested in the call she’d gotten than ins and outs of defamation laws.

Around 10 minutes later, Sol was speeding back to her chair, the phone clutched firmly in her hand. But Joon hwi could see her frustration from a mile away. Her face held that pout, her eyebrows furrowed and grumbling under her breath. It was adorable.

But he was worried, considering it was the day before the exam, Sol couldn’t afford to be distracted from her studies. He wasn’t blind to her struggles in school, but Joon Hwi never considered her lesser than him for not being able to pick up the concepts with speed.

Unlike him, and a majority of his classmates, she had passion and a heart when dealing with clients. He could see it in her mannerisms with clients in the legal clinic, patiently explaining the clause or the issues they might face to the client. She’s sympathetic to the max, always hearing out the client’s grievances before making a judgement on what they had done. She was exactly what the world needed: a sympathetic, patient lawyer that was willing to fight for the client, someone that they can cling to. He and every professor in the school knew it, but it seemed Sol was the only one who never realized how essential she was.

Suddenly, he felt himself getting up to gather his materials with her without a second thought, despite the confused look Sol shot him. He wasn’t sure what exactly possessed him to do it, but he knew that if she wasn’t there, he didn’t want to study at the library either. Grinning at her, he walked out, side by side until they were outside the quiet library. She paused in her tracks all of a sudden, taking him by surprise and he paused too, looking back at her, tilting his head in confusion.

"My mom needs to work late today, so I need to rush home and take care of Byeol," she looked up at him finally, her face apologetic. "I'm sorry, Joon hwi but I don't think I'll be able to study for the exam with you," she started to walk away, but he couldn't let her go that easily.

"I'll come with you," he offered, surprising himself, "I'll study with you. Plus, it'll be easier to take care of Byeol with two people than one, right?"

She paused, looking back at him, conflicted. Sighing, Joon Hwi stepped closer to her. "Come on, let's not keep her waiting. Shall we?" He was determined to keep her company, especially since she’d have less time to study since she’d have to take care of Byeol. It was easier this way, and I’d do this for any friend he told himself.

The ride there was slow and quiet, but not an uncomfortable one. They both walked in tandem, with their backpacks filled with everything they'd possibly need to study, and even the bus ride was peaceful, the two of them staring out the window, watching the scenery pass by them. Joon hwi sat beside her, rather than across from her like last time, just to save space on the bus. On the very empty bus they were riding together.

Days like this, where the air was heavy and humid, the earth preparing for a heavy rain, were the most comforting types of days. The air was still warm and humid, making Sol’s hair poof out slightly, her naturally wavy hair frizzing out of her bun. The feeling of her beside him, as if this was a regular ritual for both of them, brought a sense of content in his heart. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, whether it was the girl beside him or the past year’s chaos, but watching the trees and the traffic pass by them brought more peace to his life than ever.

The two made their way into the alleyway, where Joon hwi had once stood guard of when Lee Man Ho once lived, threatening her family. He's standing in front of Kang Sol's house behind her, holding her backpack in hand as she struggles with the keys.

Finally, finally, she gets the door open, and a figure zips by, crashing into Sol. Byeol’s arms wrapped Sol's waist, like the adorable sister she is. Sol stumbled back into him slightly at the sudden weight thrown onto her, but nonetheless, crouched to envelop her sister in a bone-crushing hug. Joon hwi couldn’t help but smile at the two sisters, their love for each other enveloping him

"Unnie!" she grinned up at her, "Did you bring him with you?" Her eyes were serious and wide as Sol opened her mouth to answer.

"Byeol-ah!" Joon hwi yelled out from behind Sol, peaking out to see the 8-year old grinning at him, much wider than she did at Sol. Ha!

"Joonhwi-oppa!" the girl squealed out, leaving Sol's grip to run to him. As she ran to him, he picked her up and twirled her in the air, the girl's giggles echoing through the small alleyway as the two greeted each other.

Sol, standing by the door, smiled faintly before calling out, "Come in, before either of you catch a cold!" Both of them filed in, incessantly chattering as if they hadn't seen each other in months, even though it had only been two weeks since Joon hwi had been by to take the two sisters out to the park.

"Oppa! Why did you come with Unnie?" Byeol asked, finally being set down inside the house, looking up at him curiously as Sol

"Ah, we have an exam tomorrow, so I'm here to study with her," Joon hwi replied.

"Good," the girl jumped onto the couch. "Unnie needs a lot of help," the girl quipped back, nodding her head solemnly, making her look a lot older than 8 years.

"Yah Kang Byeol!" Sol exclaimed, indignantly. Joon hwi chuckled at the two as Sol turned to him. "Here, we can work in the dining room," she moved to grab her backpack from him, stepping towards the dining room.

"NO!" Byeol yelled out at the both of them, her hand flying out to stop the two of them, "Unnie, you should work in your room instead! You know I'll be watching TV and obviously, it'd be too loud for you to focus," the girl rushed out, her doe-eyes a bit too wide, her voice a little too innocent. She is definitely plotting something, Joon hwi narrowed his eyes at her but she avoided the look, choosing to jump off the couch and walk towards them instead.

Before either of them could protest, the girl pushed the both of them towards, presumably, Kang Sol's bedroom. Sol awkwardly laughed at him, Joon hwi shooting her an amused look. They awkwardly stood in her room, Joon hwi avoiding her gaze and choosing to look at the walls instead. Her room here looked similar to the one she had back on campus. Her desk was stacked to the max, sticky notes lining the walls with old reminders and little notes of encouragement. It was neat, but brightly colored, which suited Sol so very well.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Sol finally said, clearing her throat, gesturing for him to set down his books. He obliged, sitting at her desk while she chose her bed. They both set up all their materials, the awkward silence shifting into a peaceful one, the two working themselves into a comfortable rhythm.

It had been almost an hour of straight studying, both of them regurgitating criminal codes and case precedents from memory. Joon hwi was sure that by this point that his mind was complete mush, and Sol was starting to wither, her eyes almost glazed over while she started into one of her casefiles. Her hair was a lot puffier than it was when they started. Turns out, Sol had a habit of ruffling her hair with her pencil each time she was confused or working herself too hard, which was often.

“Let’s take a break shall we? I’m going to get a glass of water,” he said, standing up and stretching his arms out, trying to put the two out of their misery. He yawned, the stiffness in his muscles finally noticeable when he stretched out. She nodded back to him, yawning and stretching out in her chair, before she picked up her phone to check some messages.

He walked out of her room and back to the living room, where byeol was still glued to her seat, her eyes on the TV playing some cartoon. Heading over to the dining table, he poured himself a glass of water with the pitcher, before heading back to check on Byeol.

“What’s this show called?” he asked her, taking a sip of the water while watching the show with her.

“Hm?” Byeol turned to him, “Oh, it’s this show about two kids who set out to find a treasure mapped out by their parents,” she explained, gesturing towards him to take a seat beside him. He obliged, opting to sit beside the girl, both their eyes glued to the screen. A few moments passed by, before the little girl turned towards him.

“You know, my sister’s favorite color is dark green. Not like emerald green, but forest green tinted with some dark blue,” Byeol said nonchalantly. Joon Hwi’s eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why the girl is telling this to him. “And, her favorite ice cream is this nutella infused one that you get down the street, closer to the town square. It’s been her favorite since she was little,” she continued, not giving his confusion any heed. The girl rapidly started telling him facts about her dear sister, all the while confusion took over his features.

“Joonhwi-oppa,” she squinted at him, pausing as her face grew serious, “You like my sister, don’t you?” He sputtered, choking and coughing out the water. “I knew it!” she excitedly squealed.

“Byeol, byeol, shh, you can’t let your sister know okay,” he brought a finger to his lips, his eyes alarmed. For an 8 year old, Byeol was surprisingly cunning and observant. She had managed to figure out what he had been struggling with for the past year after just a few short visits. They shared a look of understanding between the two, before the girl turned her attention to the show, leaving Joon Hwi walking back to Sol’s room. The Kang Sisters,  he shook his head, laughing as he thought, what a perfect duo.

bonus

It had been almost 3 hours of studying together before Kang Sol realized that the sun had set outside, and all of a sudden, they were in a rush to clean up. Joon hwi had to leave before the dorms closed entrance and because of their studying, the two of them had their head buried in books since the time they got to her house.

She was glad to have him over though. Despite her hesitation at the school and fears of inconveniencing him, having Joon hwi made the process a lot smoother. With his careful and gentle help, she had a much easier time understanding the concepts and she was eternally grateful, considering Professor Yang’s exams were always some of the toughest.

They were rushing out of the house, his backpack in her hand as he hurriedly put on his shoes and stepped outside the house. But before Joon hwi could turn with a hurried goodbye, she called out to him, her breath suddenly lodged in her throat.

“Thank you,” she quietly told him, the prospect of looking into his eyes as he leaned over her doorstep daunting. “Thank you for helping me, Joon hwi, it was really kind of you,” she beamed at him, trying to convey her gratitude and more in the only way she knew possible.

They both paused, looking at each other as the air got thicker between them, as if a string was drawing him closer to her. She watched as he swallowed slightly, his adam’s apple moving slightly before he let out a soft “You’re welcome,” and a classic smile, before he rushed out, trying to catch his bus.

She sighed, watching him as he rushed off, capturing the bus. Soon, she thought, Soon, I’ll tell him how I feel. She reassured herself, turning around only to find Byeol hiding behind a pillar.

“Byeol? What are you doing, weren’t you watching a show?” she questioned her sister, but Byeol made no response. Suddenly her sister frowned at her, muttering something about how can she possibly be a lawyer and she’s so blind, leaving her in utter confusion at the front steps.

[adenei]

Hiiii! Promt # 1 - angst 6 (Could you have Ron tell Hermione?), 14 and 18, and thank you very much in advance!

Hi anon! Sorry this one took me so long. The idea was there, but the execution was slowwwww.

Here’s an HBP AU of what could have happened had Ron and Hermione hashed things out immediately following the infamous Ron & Ginny row.

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Lies

Hermione looked up as she heard the portrait hole open. Ron stormed in looking livid. He made eye contact with her for a split second and then looked away as if he were about to head up the stairs.

“Ron, what’s wrong?” she asked as she stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in.

“Oh, like you don’t already know?” he spat at her.

“Um, no actually I don’t, that’s why I’m asking..” Hermione said. She was trying to think what could have been done or said for him to be acting this way. Other than a bad practice, that was. They were fine earlier.

“Yeah, sure. I know you’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” His face was getting redder and redder by the second.

The words felt like a slap to Hermione’s face, and her temper began to rise at an alarming rate. “Last I checked, I do tell you the truth. You’re the one sputtering about something that I have no knowledge of. If you want answers, then ask me. I will not stand here and be wrongly accused of something!”

“You lied to me about Krum! You told Harry and Ginny, but apparently didn’t think I needed to know!” Harry chose the wrong moment to enter the portrait hole. He must have been waiting to avoid this.

Hermione shot Harry a confused and hurt look. “What’s he on about?”

Harry shook his head. “He got in a row with Ginny. I’m not getting involved.”

Hermione looked positively exasperated with Harry before rounding back on Ron. “Please, enlighten me about Krum! What have you learned about me that even I don’t know about myself?!” Her voice was becoming dangerously high.

Ron didn’t respond to her. He just shook his head and turned around to head up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory.

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” she screeched. 

When he made no signs of stopping or turning around, Hermione went after him. By the time she reached the foot of the stairs, his long legs had already carried him out of sight. She ran up the flights of stairs and pushed the door open with a little too much force. He was kicking his shoes off next to his bed when she stomped in.

“This is not over. You need to tell me what it’s about right now,” she said hotly.

“And why should I do that?” Ron snapped back. Why couldn’t he make this easier?

“Because I deserve to know!” Hermione stamped her foot on the ground.

“Oh,” Ron chortled, “You deserve to know?”

“Seeing as how it concerns me, yes! You don’t get to just be mad at someone for a reason unbeknownst to them!”

“How about you stop using words that sound like you’re better than me. Vicky’s not here to impress,” Ron spat.

Hermione stared at him, her fists clenching in anger. “What is it about Viktor this time? I thought we were past this!”

Ron snorted, “I did too, until you decided not to tell me that you snogged him.”

“What?” Hermione froze, her face blank as she tried to process his words.

“You heard me.”

“Well, it’s not like anyone else ever showed an interest in me!” she said, her anger starting to bubble up from her stomach again. “And it’s not lying if it never came up!”

“That’s beside the point.” Ron waved it off.

“It most certainly is not! And for your information, Harry only knows because he walked in on Ginny grilling me about it when we were at Grimmauld Place. Why are you so put off about it anyways?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Not important.”

“Then why is it bothering you so much?” They had both been shouting at each other.

“Forget it, Hermione! Unless you have any other lies left to tell me,” he said with a scowl.

“No! Not until this gets set straight! What would I have to lie to you about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Viktor probably wasn’t available for Sluggy’s party so you invited me out of pity,” Ron said coolly.

“Pity? PITY?” Hermione had never been so annoyed and hurt in her life.

“Yeah, Hermione, pity! I’m sure you feel bad that you and Harry get to go to all his little tea parties, and thought, ‘oh, this is the only chance for Ron to join us. I guess I better invite him,’” he said in a voice that poorly mocked her own.

Blood was pounding in Hermione’s head. She was sure her face was as red as it felt hot, and she didn’t care about holding back anymore. “Well, when you put it like that, maybe that does make more sense than PUTTING MYSELF OUT THERE AND ASKING MY BEST FRIEND OUT ON A DATE!” 

Hermione was breathing so heavily that her chest was heaving up and down. She had no idea how loud she’d gotten, and the adrenaline was pumping so hard she didn’t even realize what she’d just said. All she cared about was making Ron see the idiocy in the way he sounded. Even if it meant revealing more information than she’d intended.

The silence was almost more deafening than their shouts. She was waiting for him to yell back at her, and was taken aback when his words were much softer, and the anger all but gone. “It is a date?” 

Despite his sudden change of demeanor, Hermione still remained haughty. “That was my intention, yes.”

“So Viktor wasn’t your first choice?” he asked again, but much calmer this time.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but only air came out as her head shook at the ridiculousness of his words. “He was never my first choice. Not for the Yule Ball, not for who I wanted to spend my summer with, and certainly not now!”

They were quietly staring at each other. Neither daring to move. Hermione had all but confessed to him how she felt, and yet she was still no closer to confirming or denying if he felt the same way. “So, I haven’t buggered this up so much that you’d take back your invitation, have I?”

She raised eyebrows as she set her hands on her hips. “Are you going to continue accusing me of lying to you?”

“No,” he said sheepishly.

Hermione chanced taking a few steps closer to him. “Next time, can you just ask me about something instead of blowing up at me for no reason?”

He grinned lopsidedly as Hermione’s heart melted. “What would be the fun in that?”

She noticed he’d taken a few steps closer, too. She looked up at him through her lashes. He was close enough to touch now. I could think of a few other things, she thought, but was too afraid to say.

“Sorry. It was just a shit practice.”

“I figured,” Hermione said.

“Thanks,” he said sarcastically. “And then Harry and I ran into Ginny and Dean snogging in the shortcut behind the tapestry and my temper got the best of me.”

“Well, maybe you should find other ways to expel your energy,” she commented nonchalantly.

“Any suggestions?” he asked. 

His voice had suddenly gotten lower, which caused Hermione to involuntarily inch even closer to him. Her fingers accidentally grazed his and it felt like an electric shock shot straight through her. She tilted her head up to respond to him, but when their eyes met, her vocabulary became blank. All she could focus on was the way those blue eyes were seemingly staring deep into her soul. The sweat and dirt and grime that no doubt still covered him from practice made no difference to her in this moment.

Hermione’s eyes fluttered down to his lips, where she could feel his shallow, quick breaths against her cheek. They were mere centimeters apart now. All she had to do was lean in and-. She felt her heavy eyelids close as her lips grazed his. More was the only word her brain could compute. 

They hovered there because despite wanting more, Hermione still wasn’t certain what Ron wanted. She knew the choice between taking a chance or remaining where it was comfortable was hers to make. Hermione felt her body lean in of its own accord, now firmly pressing her lips against his. She held her breath as they remained connected, waiting for him to make his move.

The anticipation was becoming too much, but just when Hermione was about to break away, she felt his hands slide onto her hips, pulling her closer so that their bodies now touched. To Hermione’s amazement, Ron continued the kiss, albeit timidly, and her heart burst with joy. If he hadn’t had a strong grip on her, her legs probably would have collapsed.

It’d been so long since she had done this with someone that she wasn’t exactly sure if she was doing it right. Then again, it’d only been a couple times, and she’d followed Viktor’s lead. She always broke it off because it was too much, and it wasn’t fair to him. This was different. Clumsy as though it felt, she didn’t want to stop. They only broke apart because they thought they heard voices in the stairwell.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment, still embracing, when Ron said, “I should, er, probably get cleaned up.”

“Oh, okay,” Hermione said as her face blushed.

“We can, er, talk or whatever after if you want?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes, I’d like that. I’ll, um, meet you back in the common room?” Hermione reluctantly stepped back, losing the connection between them as Ron nodded.

They both smiled shyly at each other as Hermione backed away slowly and Ron eventually moved out of his stupor to get things from his trunk. She turned and made her way out of the door. When she turned to start down the steps, she noticed a very guilty Harry and Ginny standing just outside the door.

She stopped and stared at them, and opened her mouth to speak. “What are you-. Nevermind, I don’t want to know.” Hermione simply shook her head and continued on her way. She really didn’t care what they were planning, and she was happy they hadn’t interrupted anything.

Ginny gave Harry a contemptuous look before saying, “See, Potter? They seem to have sorted things out on their own for once, and it looks as if whatever I said must have pushed them in the right direction.” Ginny gave him a smug look as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and began walking back down the stairs, leaving Harry completely gobsmacked.

[enbyleighlines]

Wangxian modern au drabble where one of them gets a little jealous?

Ahhhh, okay, okay! I know this one isn’t everyone’s fav trope, but I personally don’t mind it as long as there is a healthy resolution to the jealousy. So yeah! That’s what I’m going to do here!

I’m also using this as an opportunity to explore one of my headcanons! Since “Wuxian” can translate to “no envy”, I think it would be neat if Wei Wuxian was just... completely immune to jealousy. Like, he doesn’t understand it at all. Which would naturally lead to conflict with Lan Wangji, the king of jealousy

Anyway... I hope you like it, anon!

—

Dating Lan Wangji is like a dream come true. Wei Wuxian has never been happier. Between their blossoming romance and getting to raise A-Yuan together, Wei Wuxian thinks his life might just be as perfect as it’s ever going to get.

A couple of months in, though, Wei Wuxian notices a strange little habit Lan Wangji has taken up. Or, rather, Jiang Cheng brings it to his attention.

Specially, the fact that Lan Wangji often bites the soft underside of Wei Wuxian’s wrist.

The first time it happened, Wei Wuxian had yelped and accused Lan Wangji of acting like a dog. But he didn’t tell Lan Wangji not to do it again, and sure enough, it became a thing between them.

Wei Wuxian thinks it odd, but charming. Lan Wangji is often both odd and charming.

It doesn’t occur to Wei Wuxian that the new behavior could be a response to something, until he notices that Jiang Cheng can predict, with alarming precision, exactly when Lan Wangji is about to chow down. Wei Wuxian knows this because Jiang Cheng always looks away right before it happens.

They’re at an end of the summer barbecue at the Jin-Jiang house when Wei Wuxian decides to determine, once and for all, what Lan Wangji’s biting means.

Most people have gathered by the grill to socialize, since it’s already getting a bit chilly outside. A-Yuan and A-Ling are chasing each other through the yard, with swords cut out of construction paper. Besides the kids and their guardians, the friends present include Jiang Cheng, Jin Zixuan’s three siblings, Qin Su’s girlfriend Zhao Zhiruo, Mian Mian, Wen Qing, Wen Ning, Lan Xichen and his wife Nie Yuyan, Nie Mingjue, and Nie Huaisang.

Wei Wuxian strategically waits for Lan Wangji to head back into the kitchen to grab them both another can of iced tea. As soon as his boyfriend leaves his side, Wei Wuxian rushes to Jiang Cheng.

“Hey, dearest Didi?” Wei Wuxian asks.

“Gross,” Jiang Cheng scoffs, “Don’t ever fucking call me that again. What do you want?”

“Tell me how you know when Lan Zhan is going to bite me.”

Jiang Cheng reacts predictably, which means he flinches away and scrunches up his face like he’s got a mouth full of lemon. “Excuse me, what?!”

“You know, when Lan Zhan does that thing.” Wei Wuxian demonstrates by nipping his own wrist.

Jiang Cheng’s nose scrunches up even further. “Ugh, you mean that gross power play thing he does? Why do you think I would even want to discuss that—“

“Power play?” Wei Wuxian is so lost.

They both spot Lan Wangji at the sliding glass doors to the patio. Jiang Cheng yanks Wei Wuxian close to whisper into his ear. “Try getting all cuddly with Wen Ning and see what happens.”

When Jiang Cheng releases him, Wei Wuxian is even more confused. What does an occasional bite to the wrist have anything to do with Wen Ning? And why did Jiang Cheng refer to it as a “power play”? A power play for what?

This obviously merits further investigation. Wei Wuxian decides he needs to find Wen Ning.

Wen Ning is a little off to the side, watching the children play. He has a soft smile on his face, which widens even further when Wei Wuxian throws an arm over his shoulders.

“Hey there,” Wen Ning says, “How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s good,” Wei Wuxian replies, “How’s the apartment hunt going?” He and Wen Ning used to share, but ever since he moved into Lan Wangji’s place, Wen Ning has struggled to pay the rent all by his lonesome.

Wen Ning shrugs gently. “It’s not the best,” he admits.

An idea tickles the back of Wei Wuxian’s mind. He’s recently more or less moved into Lan Wangji’s room, leaving his own room empty night after night—

But the thought is only half formed, and then Lan Wangji swoops in, completely derailing Wei Wuxian’s train of thought.

“Your iced tea,” he says, and offers it to Wei Wuxian.

“Thanks,” Wei Wuxian says. He lets go of Wen Ning and reaches for the can, only to have his wrist snatched by Lan Wangji’s free hand. “Wha—“

Lan Wangji lifts the wrist to his mouth, gives it a kiss, and then a bite.

Wei Wuxian watches the teeth clamp down into his skin. The pressure is just enough that it kind of stings, right on the edge of pain. Lan Wangji’s teeth leave behind pale marks which fade after a few seconds.

Wei Wuxian glances off to where Jiang Cheng stands. He watches his brother roll his eyes and turn away.

Then Lan Wangji lets Wei Wuxian’s wrist go, and places the can gently into his slack palm. He holds the cold metal against Wei Wuxian’s racing pulse until he regains his senses enough to establish a firm grip on the tea.

It was just as Jiang Cheng said. Wei Wuxian had gotten “all cuddly” with Wen Ning, and then Lan Wangji bit him!

Wei Wuxian frowns. He decides he needs to experiment some more.

—

Wei Wuxian spends the afternoon trying different things. He finds excuses to become physically affectionate with others, and waits to see if Lan Wangji bites him.

So far, he’s found that physical affection is, in fact, the trigger. However, it doesn’t work with everyone.

Wei Wuxian can get as clingy as he wants with Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, A-Ling, and A-Yuan, and Lan Wangji doesn’t bite him. In fact, any interaction he has with the kids seems to have the opposite effect. More often than not, it will prompt Lan Wangji to lean over and kiss his temple.

Some results are less conclusive. Jin Zixuan, Lan Xichen, and Nie Yuyan fall into this category. After contact with any of them, Lan Wangji will kiss his wrist, but no bite will follow.

The rest definitely produce bites. For some reason, Lan Wangji seems to bite the hardest when Wei Wuxian gets affection with Wen Ning, Wen Qing, Mian Mian, or Mo Xuanyu. Those four seem to be in their own category.

After dinner, Wei Wuxian tries to figure out some sort of pattern. Children earn him a kiss on the temple. That one is easy enough. His siblings have no effect whatsoever on Lan Wangji’s behavior. But, for some reason, Lan Wangji’s own sibling does, only he only prompts a kiss on the wrist.

It’s all rather puzzling, and Wei Wuxian is starting to think maybe it’s more random than he’s giving this strange behavior credit for.

But then Lan Wangji pulls Wei Wuxian aside, hand clamped tight on his wrist.

Wei Wuxian waits for a kiss or a bite, or both, but nothing of the sort happens. As soon as they are out of earshot of the others, his wrist is released.

“No more teasing,” Lan Wangji says.

“What?” Wei Wuxian’s head spins. His boyfriend sounds... angry? But he can’t think of any reason why.

“No more teasing,” Lan Wangji repeats.

That doesn’t help Wei Wuxian at all. Had he been teasing anyone? More than usual, anyway? He doesn’t think so. He rubs his wrist, which is getting a little sore after all of the biting it’s received. Over time, Wei Wuxian has learned that sometimes Lan Wangji needs to be asked clarifying questions, or else he’ll just keep repeating himself.

“Okay, so.... who am I teasing?” Wei Wuxian asks.

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow. “Me.”

“You?” Okay, now Wei Wuxian is unsure if he’s dreaming. Has Lan Wangji been experiencing an entirely different barbecue?

“Me,” Lan Wangji repeats, “Making me jealous.”

“Jealous?” Wei Wuxian repeats the word, as if it’s foreign to him. In truth, it’s not an emotion he has much experience with. All his life, he’s tried to be grateful for what he has. It always felt selfish to wish for more.

“Yes. Jealous.”

Wei Wuxian watches his boyfriend. The gears in his head start to turn. It takes a second, and then Wei Wuxian suddenly understands everything.

“That’s what the bites are about?”

Lan Wangji’s face twists. His hand takes Wei Wuxian’s wrist again, lifts it to his mouth. But he still doesn’t kiss or bite. He just speaks into the sore skin there. “You... you just realized?”

“I guess so.” Wei Wuxian wonders if he’s dumb for not figuring it out sooner, or if Lan Wangji’s dumb for expecting him to figure it out at all.

“Yes.” Lan Wangji’s eyes dart up to Wei Wuxian’s face, but he continues to partially muffle his words against Wei Wuxian’s wrist. “When I get jealous... I want to remind myself.”

“Remind yourself of what?”

Lan Wangji’s eyes dart to the side. “That... you are mine,” he mumbles.

There’s a sharpness to Lan Wangji’s words that sends a delicious little spark of warmth down Wei Wuxian’s spine. He laughs nervously, startled by his body’s unconscious reaction. “Of course I’m yours,” Wei Wuxian blurts.

“Hence, the reminder.”

Lan Wangji’s voice is so husky... Wei Wuxian wants to kiss him. But that would be bad, right? They should probably talk about this.

“Right,” Wei Wuxian says, “But, when you say you get jealous... are you worried I’m going to cheat on you or something?”

“No.” Lan Wangji’s answer comes quick and firm. “You are a virtuous person. You would not cheat...” His voice trails off, and the ‘but’ goes unvoiced.

“But?” Wei Wuxian prompts.

“You could... fall for another,” Lan Wangji finishes, “Love someone else.”

Wei Wuxian barely holds back a snort. He knows it would be inappropriate, but the idea seems so outrageous to him! Who else would Wei Wuxian love, if not Lan Wangji?

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, “I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met. I didn’t know it at the time. I was young and I misunderstood my feelings for a long, long time. But now I look back at that time, and it’s so obvious to me! I’ve been in love with you since day one.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes lock onto his, as if searching his very soul.

“It’s true,” Wei Wuxian insists, feeling frantic, “Lan Zhan, do you know how many people I’ve gone out on a date with?”

The question seems to cause Lan Wangji physical pain. “A lot,” he grits out.

“That’s right! A whole lot. Mostly girls and in college even a couple of guys. And how many have I kissed?”

Lan Wangji’s breath hitches. He doesn’t reply, though.

“Only one!” Wei Wuxian is so desperate, and he knows his voice is climbing high because of it. But he needs Lan Wangji to know. Wei Wuxian feels like he’ll suffocate if Lan Wangji doesn’t understand. “I never kissed any of them, because I... I always got cold feet! And I never knew why. It just didn’t feel right. But with you, I didn’t hesitate. I’ve never hesitated with you! I think it’s because I’ve been holding out hope for you, this whole time!”

Lan Wangji does kiss Wei Wuxian then, right on the lips. It’s a little too rushed, and the angle isn’t quite right.

But Wei Wuxian feels the warmth of Lan Wangji’s breath on his lips, and the simple sensation melts away all of his hysteria. He kisses back, to remind himself. To remind himself of their deep bond.

Wei Wuxian thinks he may understand where Lan Wangji is coming from, after all.

They part soon after, both aware of the fact that they are outside, and that they have friends and family waiting nearby.

“Do you... dislike it?” Lan Wangji asks.

“Hmm?”

“The biting...”

“Oh.” Wei Wuxian pauses to think. It’s a good question to ask, actually. He knows if he says he dislikes it, that it won’t ever happen again. And Wei Wuxian suddenly really doesn’t want that.

“I don’t dislike it,” Wei Wuxian says, “I dislike thinking you don’t know... that you doubt my love.”

Lan Wangji gives him another, more brief kiss. “I’m sorry. I... don’t want to doubt. But it’s been so long.” His words come slowly, like he has to drag them, unwilling, from his heart. “All this time, I thought my love went unrequited. Ten years. Ten years of unrequited love.”

Wei Wuxian lets that sink in. He can’t imagine the pain. He’s been blissfully unaware of his own feelings this whole time, happy just to get Lan Wangji’s undivided attention once in a while.

Lan Wangji takes his silence the wrong way. “I’ll stop biting,” he says.

“No,” Wei Wuxian protests, “I like the biting. Please don’t stop the biting. But maybe...” A metaphorical light bulb flickers on within his mind. “In the future, can you only bite me when we’re alone?”

Lan Wangji blinks. “Alone?”

“Yes, alone.” Wei Wuxian smiles weakly. “You can even count them, the bites you want to give me. And then, while you bite me, and remind yourself that I’m yours, I’ll remind you, too. I’ll tell you just how much I love you. Over and over again, until you have no choice but to believe it.”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji breaths. He sounds incredibly in favor of the idea. “Yes, Wei Ying. I’d like that.”

“Good.” Wei Wuxian nervously peeks back towards the party. There is definitely at least one person pretending not to look at them. “How about one more kiss, and then we go back to the barbecue?”

Lan Wangji smiles, and nods. And then they kiss.

[yuzuruspoohsan]

wait are you legit talking about selling your gpf tickets if yuzu withdraws? that’s pathetic i’m sorry, you should sell your tickets so someone who actually appreciates the whole sport can go. you’re giving yuzu’s fans a bad name now i remember why i unfollowed you

You know I was starting to miss the asks where I put people down, and then I see this and I’m like, “oh yeah….they still exist out there. Well, time to get to work and spend an hour or so to think about how I can grill an anon because it’s so fun.” Hmm, what a great way to spend my lovely time.

Note, sarcasm.

But I’ll do it because everyone on my blog ought to know how I deal with people like you. 

Anon is referring to my response here.

Okay, first of all. I am actually in the process of selling this ALL EVENT VANCOUVER GPF TICKET regardless of whether or not Yuzu is going to GPF.

However, do not think that you are valid in thinking that just because someone sells their ticket because Yuzu is not going that they are not a true fan of figure skating. I know that’s what some people think, but they are misinformed and narrow minded. True figure skating fans would not easily make this deduction because they would be more sympathetic to the other person’s situation because of their experience in traveling to these venues/events.

I can tell by the way you talk that you have never actually attended a figure skating competition. So, you probably don’t know how much it actually costs at the end of your trip. Fans around the world travel to these events and they have to book airplane tickets, room and board, and they have to consider the costs of transportation and meals. Not to mention, that sometimes the currency they have is underappreciated/undervalued than the currency of the country they are traveling to, so they end up spending more than someone who is from Europe or the USA.

Also, you do not know me and do not have the right to criticize me without being informed of my own situation.

I actually had publish a post about my stress, and lack of time and finances, but I deleted it because I thought I didn’t have to explain what emotional turmoil I was going through, but here we are. 

Mind you, I actually went to Worlds 2018 in Milan this year and did so regardless of the fact Yuzu was not attending. Before I reached Milan I only had Men’s SP and FS, but I actually ended up purchasing all the other events’ tickets to watch them all because I could afford to at the time. And I had a blast in Milan and meeting some other people that you might be following right now and have no clue that they are actually my friends and know in real life. Hmmm.

[But judging by your poor tastes, you probably wouldn’t know a quality blog if it hit you or you just unfollowed pretty much the best ones because of your poor tastes.]

So, contrary to what you think and accused me of. I actually really enjoy the sport as a whole, and prefer watching pairs and ice dancing over singles, but I can’t ignore Men’s singles because Yuzu is that good (and is the reason why I got into this sport in the first place).

And before you try to jump the gun and say, “well, that just goes to show how you are not appreciating the sport or all athletes,” that is simply not the case. Everyone has their bias and can enjoy sport all the same, the only thing is that a true fan knows how to respect all athletes and don’t try to put down other athletes because they like one over another.

This time, I had really hoped to see Yuzu, but because I am now a full-time student, as oppose to me in March when I had just left my job to go to Milan (so I had money from my old job), I made the call that it was not worth spending more money when I actually need more time to focus on my studies. Because even if Yuzu went, I would be compelled to watch every event because I love watching figure skating live, that means I would have less time to study. Also, due to circumstances, I really can’t afford to spend more and sometimes you can’t foresee the future when you book tickets 7 months in advance. Now, those who do follow me, would know this about me. But you who left, wouldn’t know at all. So, who are you to judge me when you don’t even know me?

And there’s more to question you. 

Who are you to decide whether or not someone else is a real fan or a true fan or a more “appreciative fan”?

It is wrong to think that someone else is more of a fan by doing something more than another. That is flawed logic.

You can, however, be a better person and not judge others at face value.

To utter “pathetic” and “you’re giving yuzu’s fans a bad name” actually gives me more insight to how you are as a person.

And I’m so glad you don’t follow me anymore because I do not want such petty and close minded people viewing my blog your petty ass on here. I did not create this blog to meet people like you.

You are just part of the masses and succumb to the mindless idea that you ought to judge others and show them any disdain just because you think you are right, when you really don’t have 1) the right to judge them, 2) shouldn’t be spreading negativity, 3) think that you’re above others because you believe you are valid.

So, you might think you aren’t above others, but is that truly the case?

Because what do you get from going out of your way to sending this message in a passive-aggressive manner? 

Nothing, but to put down someone else because you believe that they are worse than you. Don’t try to come back and say you thought you were doing the right thing, you aren’t. You’re only being petty and that’s more pathetic in my eyes.

Just because someone sells their ticket because Yuzu isn’t going, does not automatically make them not fan of figure skating as a whole or should be thought of in a negative manner. Sensible people would either understand where they’re coming from or just leave it alone. They wouldn’t jump straight to saying, “oh, this is the problem with Yuzu’s fans.”

Because being a fanyu, I know what others say and what non-fanyus say about fanyus, but I could never agree with them because what gives them the right to judge someone else’s decision and what they want to do? You’ve never been to a competition, so you wouldn’t know just how incredible it is to see a figure skater skate live before you, and they are truly a sight to behold. So, you can only imagine how unreal it would be to see Yuzu live. It’s worth every penny.  

And some of these fans make financial sacrifices to fly to the other side of the hemisphere with their own money just to see Yuzu skate live, even once. No one has the right to judge them if they make the call not to go and sell their ticket because guess what?

Not everyone always has the time and money to go to the event in the first place, and sometimes they just want to salvage whatever they can. Now, someone else gets the opportunity to go (if they can) and they’ll get to pay for the ticket less than the original value because YUZUNOMICS.

I just find it baffling when others automatically criticize people for selling their ticket because of Yuzu, because do you think these people had a lot of money to offer in the first place to get there? 

They want to see him perform and cheer him on because they feel so strongly in their hearts to go so far to support him live. That’s some commitment and when they’re selling they’re not trying to disrespect the sport in any way. If anything, it hurts them more (financially) and benefits someone else, and the actual figure skating venue gets all of the original profit.

And trust me, if they were financially stable and had all the time in the world, they would not need to resell their ticket (they can simply choose not to go and not let anyone have their seat in the first place) or just go to the competition because the disciplines are vary and there’s always someone else to cheer for. 

Either way, it’s their business and no one should feel the need to judge them other than to benefit their ego or to satiate their own frustrations stemming from whatever crap they’re going through.

So, anon did that make you feel a little dumb for sending this message now? Or did it infuriate you more that the person you deemed unworthy actually put you in your place? That as it turns out, the situation was not how you envisioned it, is it?

Also, although I didn’t block you this time around because I thought it was a good opportunity to give people like you a taste of their medicine, I won’t hesitate to next time, or I could select the option of giving you more burns.

[parkminijiminie]

Hi ~ I love you so much and your observations seems more logical to me. I saw your 3 top jeonlous moments and I'm curious to know what do you think about jm's jaelousy moments. He got some few ones. Can you tell me what are your favs? (Sorry for my bad english 🙇)

Hi, darling Anon. Thank you for stopping by and for your love!  No worries about your English, it isn’t bad at all! Besides, English is not my native language too so I could never judge you. 

Ah, the famous cousin to Jeonlous - Jimlous. Much more rarely seen, harder to provoke but when it comes to play, it bolts in the door. Certainly as a quantity the times we can be sure Jimin was jealous are distinctively less than with JK. He is simply better at controlling his facial expressions and I think generally he is chill with Jungkook interacting with the other members for example. Maybe it’s Jungkook whose behaviour makes him feel more at easy. Jimin is almost always in the center of Kookie’s attention anyway, verbally or not JK somehow manages to always show his favoritism and affection, so that might be a factor too. Or maybe Jimin is simply better at pretending.

That being said there still are some iconic Jimlous moments. Most often than not the reason behind can be analysed not so much as jealousy per se but more as Jimin getting petty and salty over Jungkook showing favoritism to another person. We know Minnie likes attention and praise and we also know Jungkook is more than happy to give it to him but in the rare instances when Jiminie feels neglected, things get interesting:

Example A: “Jimin-ah” - This moment right here at around 0:25 - 0:40. 

Jungkook is talking with a fan (who is also called Jimin), he is holding her hands, sending her a flying kiss and calling her “Jimin-ah”. Jimin is throwing glances at them from the side, cracking his neck (repeatedly), putting his tongue in his cheek and generally looking hella annoyed, downright scary. Next thing we know JK continues to hold the fan’s hands while she is moving to PJM side and calling her “Jimin-ah”. The tension breaks, our Jiminie laughs and the moment is broken.

JK probably did know what he was doing though and was teasing his hyung with these Jimin-ahs because the same fan returned to another fansign (I think it was last year during DNA era but I might be wrong) and Kookie started calling “Jimin-ah” again and he was looking at Jimin to see his reaction. He was either teasing at the first fansign too or he wasn’t but later saw videos of the moment. He must have found them and Jimin’s reaction funny, hence why he decided to do the same thing again when the chance presented itself. In any way two times is not a coincidence. 

It’s a small moment, nothing spectacular but the reaction PJM showed was one of his scariest looking moments in my opinion.

Example B: “The shower incident” -  This one I want to analize in a bit more thorough manner. I’m talking about BTS Run ep. 15 . 

(Some background information: BTS are separated into two teams: Maknae line vs The Hyungs and have to find one spy among them. They’re playing a game in which the members attack each other with words and if you react with anything other than “I see”, you lose) 

The moment start at 6:00. It’s Jhope vs Jungkook, Hobi accuses Kookie of being impolite because while he was showering JK opened the door, checked him out, called “Yeaaahh” and left. Jimin is watching from the side. The moment Hoseok talks about this instance, at precisely 6:16 you can actually literally see the surprise in his eyes.  Up until this moment he didn’t know this had happened. His fingers stop moving and he looks genuinely taken aback. Then he moves to the edge of his seat, puts his hands on the table and start looking down. His whole body language screams that he is uncomfortable, like proccessing a piece of information that he doesn’t like (6:23 - 6:29). 

By then, Hobi has already moved to another story of JK leaving dirty dishes behind but Jimin is not satisfied and decides to do something about it. He actually gets up, in the middle of the game, and goes to Jhope’s side (6:31), a person from the opposite team and immediately points at Jungkook, literally points his finger at him, and start recalling a (dare I say kind of absurd) story about JK toothbrushes. Everyone is suprised. Hoseok keeps looking at Jimin with a frozen expression (6:43), Kookie even turns to the side and asks “Are we not at the same team?”. But Jimin finishes his story with the statement “I was very angry” to which JJK responds, in a state of apparent shock and seemingly mild panick “That wasn’t me”. Jimin, who looks to actually be bluffing, smiles awkwardly at 6:59 and goes back to his seat. 

Hopekook finish their game and hug while Jimin ignores them. At first he looks at the ceiling (6:53), then at 6:56 , when they hug, he looks at them briefly and the diverts his gaze at his hands, proceading to sulk in his seat. Which he continues to do for some minutes after. Meanwhile JK sits at the side next to Tae. At 7:46 Jimin gets up to play the next game and Jungkook (who is now standing at the side and watching him) tries to catch his attention, pointing, stuttering a little and saying to him “Jiminie hyung you must win this round” to which he receives no reaction as far as we see (it could’ve been cut).

Throughout the games Jiminie continues to be somewhat quiet and him and Jungkook don’t have interactions but in the end of the episode we can assume everything is fine as he is sitting in Jungkook’s lap (although that might be to get closer to Jin’s food) which concluded this awkward exchange.

Example C: “Who are you even Jungkook” - I’m not even going to do a detailed analysis with timestamps on this amazing moment  as the whole video is honestly worth watching. 

The entire time Jimin sounds salty and petty, talking about how he has never seen Jungkook being like this, how Jungkook has never responded so well or acted like this even for him, how he ignored Jimin when he tried to talk to him and continued playing on this computer, how he threw him around the house and etc. Honestly to me (and a lot of people at the comment section) he sounds jealous. (Disclaimer: not of Minwoo but of the difference of behaviour Jimin thinks that Jungkook shows)

And at the same time JM keeps reminding us how he talked with Jungkook about the show, how they went bowling together, how even though Kookie is not good at grilling meat, he still tried a few times with Jimin, how Kookie likes to throw just him around and even when Jin tries to say he gets treated roughly by Jungkook too, Jimint cuts him off by saying “He doesn’t do anything to you but he does to me”. 

Half of the time he’s throwing shade how Jungkook basically doesn’t love him enough (or show his affection to him enough) and the other half he’s going on about how special he is to Kookie. So which one is it? PICK A SIDE, JIMINIE 

 And then there’s the cherry on top, also known as Jimin being CAUGHT IN A LIEEE - 

Jimin: He (Jungkook) never has that in front of me. […] He has no emotion in front of me in anything. 

That is THE lie of the centure right there. Who are you trying to fool Jimin-ah - us or yourself? ‘Cause you know, we ain’t blind or deaf, we see how Kookie looks at you and how soft he is with you. You can’t trick us. 

I would like to add though that these are my personal thoughts on the moments so take them with a grain of salt. Also, just as I said when I talked about Jungkook being jealous, I will repeat that I am not a big fan of the whole jealousy concept. While it is a perfectly normal human emotion which happens to exist and is not always a negative thing, I don’t like the fact that it gets too overhyped and romantized, especially in combination with possessive and problematic behaviour. 

[bonniebird]

BAU Team x Reader / Reader x Mystic Falls Gang

Requested By Anon

“Ok so this case came in from a new deputy and they haven’t informed their Sheriff of our involvement yet however I really think we should look at the case.” Garcia informed you all as you sleepily shuffled into the meeting room.

“Great.” You croaked and sipped from the flask of ‘coffee’ in your hand as she handed out the tablets.

“Mystic Falls, Virginia. Never heard of it.” Reid admitted as he flipped through the file and you almost spat your drink out in shock which would have led to some difficult questions about the red liquid concealed in the metal cup.

“Did you just say Mystic Falls?” You asked and grabbed at the tablet, flicking through everything as quickly as you could.

 “You know the place?” JJ asked worriedly as you shot up from your chair and stared wide-eyed at some of the familiar people.

“Um.. I grew up there, the Sheriff's my best friend's Mom.” You explained and looked back up at them. “There's a really bad Mountain Lion problem back there, nothing seems to hold them off, not even highly populated areas.”

Reid frowned as you left and looked over at Morgan when he pointed into your direction. “I wasn't the only one who thought that sounded rehearsed was I?”

“Clearly something is going on there, it may be that (Y/N) is afraid of whatever is going on or…” Hotch started and Rossi sighed as he got up and fixed his jacket.

“She’s in on it too.” He finished as the team all agreed on a time to get to the jet.

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 “So what do we need to know about the town?” Prentiss asked curiously and you shrugged.

“Small, simple town really, if it wasn’t for the animal attacks it’d be a great place to live.” You lied quickly, avoiding looking at anyone. “It’s pretty much the perfect place if you’re rich and pretty.”

“You don’t sound like you enjoyed living there much.” Derek asked, watching you carefully when your jaw tensed.

“It was challenging, but I've got it covered.” You sighed. The team dropped the questions and continued to discuss the files they had.

When the team landed everyone was surprised that there was no one to greet them. Your phone vibrated and a text told you that Caroline would be waiting to meet you in the centre of town.

“There you are!” Caroline called as she made her way towards you, smiling as she got close enough to hug you.

“Caroline, how are you?” You asked and hugged her tightly as she pulled away and looked you over.

 “As well as I ever am, you look professional!” She almost squealed. “You know everyone has moved back home and we’re all dying to meet up and have a catch up but we haven’t had time so we’ll have to have a party while you’re here.” Caroline gushed until Prentiss cleared her throat.

“We’re here to stop a serial killer, maybe the parties could be saved for later.” She smiled but Caroline’s face played a look that only you could tell was fake shock.

“There’s a serial killer, Mom didn’t say anything!” She gasped and clutched your arm. “Are you sure?”

“Well, it could just be wild life but it’s best to check it out just in case.” You answered and she split a wide grin.

“Aw (Y/N), still protecting us, somethings never change.” There was something to her tone that made the already suspicious team more so and you gave her a curt nod. “Well I better get you up at the boarding house, Stefan’s waiting to get you all settled.”

 “I don’t mean to be rude and I am sure this is how your town does its… hospitality but, where’s the Sheriff and the deputy that contacted us.” Rossi asked and Caroline’s eyes went wide.

“Mom’s in a meeting with the heads of the town council, they’re discussing the wildlife issues.” She directed you all to two large cars and turned to do a headcount.

“Well shouldn’t we attend the meeting or at least go and wait?” JJ asked as Caroline ushered them into the cars.

“Why, if there really was a serial killer the town council would know about it.” Caroline smiled sweetly and headed to her own car.

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“(Y/N)!” Stefan called as he opened the front door of the Boarding House and offered to help everyone with their bags.

“It’s good to see you again Sefan… how is he?” You asked and Stefan winced.

“Out of town.” He muttered back and you smiled, beckoning everyone inside.

 “This is where I lived for awhile.” You chuckled when the team gasped and started looking around the entrance way.

“Oh, There are enough rooms for everyone, (Y/N) you’re in mine and I’ll be in Damon’s.” Stefan gave you a look that told you his decision would be safer for the team.

“So this was a weird experience.” Prentiss muttered.

“What's with the town council thing and no one from the sheriff's department even dropped by or called.” JJ mumbled and you felt the accusing glares on your back as you showed Reid one of the many rooms filled with books.

“Somethings going on, I've got that feeling.” Derek said and smiled when you came over.

“Ok, I'm going to call Caroline and see where we’re being set up. The station is tiny so they’re probably looking for somewhere.” You explained. “Oh, if you want to ask around I suggest you start with the Grill and ask for Matt Donovan, he knows everyone.”

 “Alright, we’ll head down there and meet you there.” Derek sighed, beckoning Prentiss to follow him.

You returned a few minutes later and the team gathered around you. “We’re going to be in the library, it's the only private office that’s big enough and my friend Bonnie will have the keys so we should be able to stay as late as we need.”

“Great we should get going, I wanted to ask you about the woods, it’d be better to ask you then read up on them as I find people who live in the area tend to really…” You cut Reid off with a laugh. 

“Stefan, want to drive Reid up and tell him about the woods, you know them better than I do.” You offered and Stefan shrugged.

“Sure.” He muttered.

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“(Y/N), sweetie!” The Sheriff called as she hurried into the office.

“Mrs Forbes.” You quickly hugged her and sat back down as she greeted everyone else.

“So, why is it that you’re here?” She asked though her voice was strained.

 “We were informed by one of your deputies of some odd attacks, she said she was talking with you today and would have gotten your permission for us to help you investigate.” Hotch watched as she nodded.

“This was two weeks ago, we fired her and she acted out, we’ve been understaffed since we’re sorry for wasting your time… could I have a word with you.” She pointed at you and you quickly nodded and hurried out of the room.

“You don’t think that’s even more suspicious.” Derek sighed.

“It’s almost like they’re putting on a play, pretending to be the perfect town, when we spoke to Matt and mentioned that we worked with (Y/N) he clammed up immediately and started to rattle off a story that sounded so rehearsed.” Prentiss shook her head as she started to walk around the room.

 “Well with only the evidence in the files and without permission we may have to return home.” JJ pointed out, glanced at Reid who was frowning as he watched you through the blinds.

“Guys, (Y/N)’s panicking?” Reid pointed as you answered the phone and hurried to the window. “What if she is connected… what if she was a victim?”

“Would explain why she moved towns and why she is reluctant to deal with the evidence that could be a murderer.” Prentiss agreed.

“No, she is always determined to stop people getting hurt and if she was hurt by whoever is doing this she’d want her friends safe.” Derek insisted.

**********************

“I’m sorry that you came all the way out here.” Caroline sighed as you got in the cars and headed to the jet.

“Don’t be it was nice to see everyone, plus my team got to my childhood home.” you giggled and JJ hummed and leant forwards.

“I need to know where to get one of those showers..” She joked.

As you were getting into the Jeep your phone rang, you frowned when you saw Elena’s number and hurried to the door of the Jet to see if Carline and the cars were still outside.

“Hey Elena what’s up?” You asked and the panicked screeching of Elena’s car could be heard which had to immediately alert.

“We’ve been keeping Damon out of the way until your team leaves… he got out, i’m going to get Bonnie but you need to be careful and maybe warn Stefan.” She said quickly.

“What do you mean he got out?” You asked a little too loudly as the jet fell quiet.

 “He’s running loose and I think he’s heading to find you at the boarding house.” She explained and you hurried back outside.

“Try and call him for me, i’m going to help him.” You grumbled and hung up.

“Everything ok?” JJ asked and you nodded.

“Yeah just take off or whatever and I'll get a flight back on my own. I have to deal with someone.” You called and hurried into the trees.

“So (Y/N) just ran off into the woods which is not sensible considering she left this behind.” JJ told the team as she held your gun in her hands. “She’s going to deal with someone.”

“We’ll call a cab and head to the Boarding house, if she isn’t there that boy will know where to find her.” Rossi decided quickly.

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“Guys, what're you doing here!” You asked and they all took in the sight of you, hair a mess, like you’d ran for miles.

“We're a team and you need help.” They informed you.

“ENOUGH!” The yell came from inside and before you could distract your team or stop the brother’s, Stefan and Damon came flying out of a window. 

“You’re not grateful that I luried your little pet back, I bet she loves being with her Sire.” Damon drawled. “Or wait, is that Elijah?”

“What the heck?” you heard from your team and winced when you realized that both brothers had their fangs extended.

“Stop it.” You said quickly but they dived on each other so you surged forwards and grabbed them both, smacking their heads together before holding them both by the neck. “I said stop, what’s wrong with you!”

“(Y/N) put them down.” When you glanced up you saw the entire team had their weapons drawn.

“How nice, they're going to shoot you.” Damon said with amusement, grunting when you tossed him away and set Stefan down.

“I can explain, everything… we just don’t want the town exposed.” You said as you held your hands up and stayed perfectly still. “This whole town is… you’re not going to believe me.”

“Well after what we’ve just seen we may be willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.” Rossi offered.

 ***********************

“So this whole town, witches, werewolves… vampires?” Reid asked, still unable to believe you despite Bonnie showing him a few spells.

 “We hid Damon and lied because we didn’t want you to report the town or to ruin (Y/N0’s chance at a normal life, it’s not often that you get away from here.” Bonnie explained as Caroline and Elena served drinks.

“We promise, most of us are very mild mannered and we do our best to protect the humans we live with.” Elena insisted and jerked her head towards Jeremy’s room. “My brother’s even a hunter.”

“We have laws and orders and traditions, just occasionally we get one that is difficult to deal with, we thought we had Damon under control.” Caroline added and glanced at you before grinned. “Just be grateful it wasn’t the Mikealsons.”

“Who?” Derek asked and you shook your head.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” You muttered, the first thing you’d said all morning.

 “(Y/N)... are you capable of doing this job, what if someone that we are sent to investigate is…” Hotch trailed off and glanced around for a better word.

“Supernatural, it depends where we are and which vampire or werewolf protects or lives in which area but most of us drink from animals or blood bags.” You explained. “I can still do my job.”

“Please don’t fire her.” Caroline begged and Rossi chuckled.

“We’ll make you a deal, explain all this to us and we’ll see if we really can keep you on.” He offered and you grinned.

“You’re not going to want to know about all the supernatural stuff are you… just me?” You asked warily and Reid perked up at this. “It’s over a thousand years of history.”

“You know what, tell us the important bits and leave the rest for Reid.” Derek offered.

[trilliastra]

Anon bc my sterek blog is a side blog but - those prompts, omg. They're all so good! Maybe start with #7?

7. Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

[I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to be sad but my brain works in a weird way]

-

Stilesknows many things, some useful other not so much, but what he doesn'tknow is how to properly use a hammer. Now, one might say if you don't know how to use a hammer, then don't try to use it, but Stiles is stubbornand – as his dad sometimes points out – a little stupid.

“Ah,shit.” Stiles yells, dropping the hammer on his desk. Great, nowhe has a scratch on his desk and a broken finger.

“Stiles,what is –” his dad shows up at the door, the burger he'ssupposed to be grilling for dinner in his hand, “fucking hell, isthat blood?”

Stilesbites at his lip to hold back another curse. Damn, it hurts. “No?”

Hisdad strides into the room, glaring between Stiles and the desk. “That's not a question you're supposed to answer with anotherquestion.” He sighs, inspects Stiles' hand. “Come on, I'll driveyou to the hospital.”

Stilessighs too. Yeah, maybe he's more than a littlestupid.

–

Melissadoesn't laugh when Stiles shows up at the hospital and shows her hisbloodied finger, but her lips curl up and she gives his dad anexasperated sigh before guiding Stiles to the emergency room. “Do Iget a lollipop after this?” He asks her, barely suppressing awhimper when she begins to wipe the blood.

Shedoesn't answer, cuffs him on the back of the head instead and tellshim the doctor will be there in a second to stitch him up. “Don'ttry to hurt the other finger!” She says, turning around.

Stilesglares at her retreating back and makes a mental note to call Scottand tell him his mother is mean.

Thewait takes longer than a second and Stiles kind of wishes he hadremembered to grab his phone before his dad manhandled him inside thecar. As it is he walks around the room, looking for stuff to distracthim but won't cause any more damage. See, dad? He can be responsible.

He'sreading a pamphlet about gonorrhea when the doctor finally shows up. “Sorry.”He apologizes. “We had an emergency with a kid. So you hurt yourfinger?”

Ah,shit. This cannot behappening.

WhenDerek looks up and recognizes him, Stiles shakes his head and says,“ah, shit.”

–

The thingis – Stiles wasn't supposed to be living with his dad aftercollege. He had plans, big and beautiful plans. He was going to askhis boyfriend to move in with him, they'd get an apartment togetherand then some years later a house for the kids. They'd get marriedand live happily ever after with each other.

And then one morning, his boyfriend was gone, taking Stiles’ plans and his heart with him.

“Ididn't know you were living here.” Derek says, still standing onthe same spot near the door.

“Movedback.” Stiles mumbles. “You too?”

“Yeah.”Derek says. “I'm finishing my residency.”

“That'snice.” Stiles says and means it. Derek always wanted to be a doctorand Stiles agrees that he's amazing at it. “And I'd love to hearmore about it but I'm kind of still bleeding here.”

Derek'seyes widen as if he'd forgotten where they were. “Oh, right.” Hemoves quickly to take a look at Stiles' finger and Stiles has to restrain himself from flinching away when Derek toucheshis hand. “Can you move it?”

“Yeah,”Stiles says, gritting his teeth when Derek touches the cut, “but ithurts like a motherfucker.”

Dereksnorts. Stiles wishes he wasn't looking down, he always liked Derek'ssmile. “I will give you something for the pain, if you want.”

“That'dbe good.” Stiles says and tries not to think about all the timesDerek took care of him when he was sick.

It's beensix months and it still hurts.

He watchesDerek working, face focused and hands steady, like he's done this amillion times. And he probably has, Stiles wouldn't know, but God,he wishes he did.

“There.”Derek says as he finishes dressing the wound. “Try to keep it dryand change the dressing twice a day.” He keeps saying, his backturned to Stiles as he disposes of the gloves and the bloodiedcotton. “You can come back in two or three weeks to –”

“Why?”Stiles blurts out. “You owe me at least an answer.”

Hewatches Derek's back stiffen, braces himself for the words eventhough he still doesn't feel ready for the truth. If Derek foundsomeone else he – doesn't know how he's going to react.

“Iowe you?” Derek asks. He turnsaround, stares at Stiles angrily. “How about you tell me why youwere pulling away? Why you weren't telling me where you were goingevery other morning? Why you were lyingto me?”

“What?”Stiles stands up, narrowing his eyes at him. “I was looking for ajob!”

“See?”Derek gestures at him. “You can't even tell me the truth now!”

“Whatthe fuck?” Stiles shakes his head, realizes he's screaming at ahospital but he really can't stop. Derek can't be twisting thisaround to blame him.Stiles wasn't the one who walked away in the middle of the night withthe only explanation being a note saying 'live your life'.“Why did that bother you so much? Why did you fucking walk awayinstead of talking to me about that?”

“Itried!” Derek says back. “But you kept saying you needed moretime to tell me, that it would 'make sense later'.” Derek snorts,humorless. “And you know what? It didmake sense later when I saw you getting out of that apartmentdowntown with a woman.” Stiles blinks, tries to remember what thehell Derek is talking about. “You wanted an out so I gave you anout.” Derek says. “Are you enjoying it with her?”

“Areyou fucking kidding me?” Stiles yells, reaches out for an unusedbag of cotton and throws it at Derek's perfect face, he bats it awayeasily but Stiles still feels a sense of victory when Derek's eyeswiden comically at his outburst. “I was looking for an apartment tolive with you!” He says, stalking towards Derek and punching hischest with his non-injured hand. “The one I was going to tell you about onour anniversary dinner.” Derek opens his mouth and Stiles can heara soft 'oh' escapinghis lips. “Yeah, remember that one? No, because you didn't showup!”

“Iwas studying!”

“Iknow!” Stiles groans, frustrated. It's not about that.“And I admired you for that! But you can't accuse me of cheating onyou just because I wasn't around much when you were doing the exactsame thing!”

Derektakes a step back, expression dazed, like Stiles had just punched himin that beautiful stupid face. “I didn't –”

“What?You didn't think about it?” Stiles cuts, anger finally starting tosubside and being replace with hurt. Derek really didn't trust him,huh? “Or you just didn't trust me?” When Derek's about to answer,Stiles shakes his head. “No, forget it.” It's too late now. Toomuch. “I thought wefelt the same, but apparently I was wrong.” And damn, that makeshis heart ache even more. Stiles poured his everything into theirrelationship, but Derek didn't even trust him enough to start aconversation. To try to fix things. “Thanks for the finger.”Stiles turns around but realizes he can't go without sayingeverything he has to. “I really loved you, you know?” He closeshis eyes when he feels about to cry. “I still do.” Hewhispers to himself and finally, finally,walks away.

–

Hisdad doesn't ask what happened, only looks at him curiously and drivesthem home. When they walk into the house, Stiles immediately pullshim into a hug and just lets himself feel the comfort of being withfamily. “Is everything okay?” His dad finally asks, patting hisback affectionately.

“No.”Stiles answers. “But it will be. Just –” he doesn't finish, buthis dad understands anyway and tightens his hold, letting Stiles cryon his shoulder.

–

Stilesis dozing off on the couch when the doorbell rings. Years of being acop's kid make him stand up immediately, only to relax when he seeshis dad walking down the stairs.

“Whatthe –” he says, opening the door cautiously, “fucking hell,kid. Do you know what time is it?” He doesn't wait for the personto answer, just turns to Stiles and says “you deal with this, I'llgo back to bed”, pats Stiles' shoulder in a way that says hedefinitely won't be sleeping any time soon and walks back to hisroom.

WhenStiles takes a look outside and sees Derek standing at the door,looking completely devastated,he wonders if it's too late to go back to sleep.

–

“Iwas scared.” Derek says as soon as Stiles closes the door behindthem. “I've always been scared.”

“Ofwhat?”

“Oflosing you.” Heanswers, turning to Stiles with wet eyes. “I'm – I'm not goodenough. I've never been – worthy of you.”

“Whatthe fuck?” Stiles rolls his eyes, taking Derek's shirt and slamminghim against the door. “Am I some fucking princess? You don't get todecide who's good for me! I do!”

“Butthat's the thing!” Derek says, slumping against the door. “Ithought you did! I thought you decided I wasn't good enough! And youwere preparing me for the end.” He closes his eyes, taking deepbreaths. Stiles watches him try to calm himself down and waits,angry, confused. “You were pulling away, talking more about yourfriends, about going on vacations, wanting to climb a mountain. I'm –I'm not like that. Inever was. I just thought – that was the end, you know? That wasthe limit of where we could go together.”

Stiles feels himself breaking and lets go of Derek's shirt only to slump against his chest. “Youidiot.” He whimpers. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”He whispers, feels the tears beginning to drop. He can't believe he'sthe cause of this, the cause of Derek's suffering, of his ownsuffering. He can't believe he let Derek think he wasn't good enough,even though he is. Heis everything. “I didn't – I never –”

“I'msorry too.” Derek says, arms circling Stiles' waist and pulling himcloser. “I should have talked to you. I should've tried harder.”

“Weboth should.” Stiles says, hears a sniff and realizes they are bothcrying. God, what a fucking mess they made. “You're more thanenough. You – I love you.I've never loved anyone else.”

“Meneither.” Derek answers. “I love you so much, it hurts me. I wantto keep you forever. And losing you, I can't –”

“Youdidn't.” Stiles touches Derek's hair, holds onto his shouldersbecause he can't trust his legs anymore. “You won't.”

“We'llbe together?”

“Yes,”Stiles laughs, cries, breathes forthe first time in months, “together.”

Forever.

[shaladins-are-alive]

Hi, you know who you are

I tried not to do this I tried to the point I even left this blog I love so much in a shitty attempt to not succumb to the temptation but here I am

To you, yes this is a call out on the shit you pulled on me. Because how dare you demonize me, call me a liar, a bully and twist my words to make it seem so. All I ever asked you to do was better word a statement as it can be misleading to some people and could cause problems for both our blog and yourself (more yourself tbh)?

First of all, how dare you perpetuate that I was being biased towards your bully (I haven’t even met them or talked to them) and even going as far as saying I am supporting them? Your hunch that those anons were your bully? We cannot really prove whether they are your said bully or if they are just anon who misunderstood your statement because it was poorly worded. And either way, whatever those anons tried to pull (if they were your bullies or just misunderstood your statement) would’ve been cleared with a clarifying statement from you, which by the way is what I’ve been asking the whole damn time while conversing with you privately. That isn’t bias. Bias would've been this blog calling you out publicly without asking you to clarify your statement first and assuming those anons were right. Impartiality, logic and damage control isn’t fucking bias.

Second, how dare you insinuate that I condone abusive behavior because I wasn’t emphatic(tm) enough towards you? My impartiality and appeal to logic with a situation I have zero knowledge in from a person whose statements can be understood in a way that makes it seem like anti-rhetoric is suddenly me being buddies with their bully??? I chose to stay impartial and appeal to logic because I don’t know anything and it wasn’t like I could talk to the other party and properly asses the situation. I chose to stay impartial because that is what I am, a 3rd party, with no knowledge of a situation and only wants to do damage control to both our blog and you so that tumblr won’t grill you and won’t grill us for not grilling you because of a poor;ly worded statement.

Third, How dare you twist my words? How did “apologize for the poorly worded statements then better word them” turn into “apologize to that person who hurt you”? I mean, how far off did you go to antagonize me? You turned a ‘sumimasen’ to a fucking ‘gomenasai.’ How did casually saying “nah sorry worded it wrong it actually means this and not that.” turn into “I should apologize to the person who hurt me.” Just admit you were desperate to antagonize me.

Lastly, how dare you, after calling me a bully, a liar, someone who condones abuse, and twisting my words to demonize me, sweep it off as ‘a misunderstanding’ and ‘harsh?’ How is your behavior just simply harsh towards me? You unjustly demonize me and falsely accused me to do so. You tied me to the one fucking group of people that fucked me up for years, to the fucking bullies who to this fucking day I try so hard to not get to me. And all for what? Making yourself look like the victim as against me? Antagonizing me and then falsely associating me with your bully so that you can further antagonize them? I don’t know what your deal is but that was shit, that was a fucking shit move. Because how dare you call me all these things for trying to stay impartial instead of acting all buddy buddy with you? And how dare you excuse what you did to me by calling it harsh(tm) and misunderstanding(tm) without an apology, even a private one, would’ve been nice at the time?

-mod lance