#which isn't always immediately obvious looking at somebody but on me I think it is

[martianbugsbunny]

it's literally so funny watching people try to deal with me when I wear my trans pin with a pink outfit as an AFAB person, like one guy I could see trying his hardest to not misgender me and he ended up just referring to me as "this person" to the guy standing next to him, who later in the day called me "ma'am" with the best of intentions bc I looked so over-the-top femme, confusing cis people with my silly little gender is so amusing to me

[lollytea]

how do think willow and hunter first talked about them being bi/pan? or do you think it's just so accepted on the boiling isles that they probably would never bring it up?

(This ask is from back when we got the bi/pan confirmation and I've been saving it, kinda thinking of putting effort into writing something cute and good quality. However I ended up waking up from a nap while the Q&A was happening and somebody told my confused disoriented ass that Zeno was talking about Hunter exploring his identity and going on dates while in the human realm. And I tapped out something very messy and stream of consciousness-y in my notes app in my sleepy state. So you're getting this instead. I don't feel like cleaning it up.)

Like like like it's. Luz putting together her little coming out slideshow for Camila. And the topic of sexualities comes up. And Amity and Willow puzzle out what theirs are nearly immediately. Gus doesn't but he's unfazed by it. While Hunter is like....I...can't say for certain and its bothering me. Like this is a THING that has a chance of helping him feel like more of a person. He wants his very own flag. He just doesn't know what it is yet. He'd like to know.

He likes Willow. He knows he likes Willow. But...there isn't a flag for liking Willow. (As far as he knows. He's thinking of making one. But for now he's stumped.)

There's a very specific route the kids take to the grocery store to collect stuff for Camila. Hunter likes to take the task because he likes feeling useful. Willow also likes to help but she'd be lying if she said another reason wasn't long walks with Hunter. Usually one of the other kids tags along too. Or more than one. But today it's just Hunter and Willow.

They always pass that damn statue but Hunter always averts his eyes and hopes Willow does too. He doesn't like to look at it. But maybe if he turned his gaze towards it every once in a while he'd notice the boy who always sits beneath the statue with a little handheld game console. The boy who always lifts his head when Hunter strolls by.

This is the day when the boy chooses to be brave. There's no gaggle of friends around him today. Just one girl. This is it. This is his chance. The boy marches up to Hunter and Willow in a way that Hunter immediately clocks as similar to his own Golden Guard body language. When he was trying to feel big but failing miserably.

The boy IS big tho. That's the weird thing. Tall with broad shoulders and chunky arms. A cluster of metal pierced into his left ear and a silver stud in his nose. He looks....so cool. So very very cool. Hunter misses the first words out of this dude's mouth cuz he was too busy looking at him and he needs to repeat himself.

So. Hm. Okay. Well. APPARENTLY. Piercings boy thinks Hunter is cute. Which is a staggering revelation that leaves Hunter a little speechless. And if that weren't surprising enough, he's now pushing a little piece of paper in Hunter's direction, babbling something about talking some time. Or maybe going out, whatever.

While all this is going down Willow just.....watches. Smiling. Nudging Hunter when it's his turn to speak and he's forgotten. It's cute. He gets like that with her sometimes too. It made her feel very cool and pretty that she made such a handsome boy nervous. But now....she's watching this little interaction play out and she's realizing....

Hunter's obvious little crush on her. Just how easy would it go away if he met somebody cooler. Somebody prettier. Somebody who's not clearly living a lie and hiding everything from everyone all the time. Somebody brave enough to actually ask him out.

It seems like just as she's getting comfortable in these kinds of situations, an Amity always sweeps in. And that's fine. She's used to it by now.

And also...she....she really cares about Hunter. He's been getting so much happier and experimental in the Human Realm. She wants him to try new things. She wants him to figure out who he really is. And....maybe that version of himself won't always have a little crush on Willow Park. Maybe he'll realize that there's better people out there. And that's okay. Whatever it takes for him to smile.

There's something very ugly writhing in her stomach and Willow pretends it's not there. Instead she yanks up her smile wider and as the mystery boy strides away, she pounces on Hunter. She teases him a little, she asks why he got so very shy. Is it because he liiiiiiiikes Mr Mystery Boy huh? And Hunter doesn't know what to say. He doesn't KNOW Mr Mystery Boy. Willow counters that's what the number is for. That's what dates are for. After a long back-and-forth discussion, its Willow that urges him to dial that number. They have to borrow Camila's phone. And Willow stands there as moral support as Hunter stumbles through the question.

Hunter has a date this Saturday. Which is very exciting. And also weird. And scary. He blushes whenever you bring it up. But Willow happily hypes him up for it every day leading up to it.

On Saturday, Hunter leaves the house at mid day and Willow sees him off, waving enthusiastically. He smiles softly and waves back at her, still twitchy with nerves. She gives a finger guns and assures him it's gonna go fine. He's a catch! This makes him giggle and she swells with pride.

The door clicks shut. Hunter is gone. It feels like a light has been sucked out of the household. Willow's smile slips.

She could head upstairs and hang out with the other girls. She could go down to the basement with Gus. But....right now she'd prefer to be alone.

Willow cleans the kitchen, which Camila is very grateful for once she gets home from work. And then she settles in the living room, snuggles up on the couch and throws something on the TV. Willow sits there and watches for hours. She barely processes any of it. And yet, she's simultaneously so wrapped up in the television that she doesn't hear the door click.

"Eyyyyy, I'm back," Hunter says in that awkward way he always announces his return. And just like that, a light switches and Willow is all zazzed again.

"Ooooooh Casanova has returned!!" She chirps. "A little.....earlier than I expected....?"

Hunter looks a little sheepish but doesn't comment on that. Willow thumps the couch cushion opposite her. "Cmere boy. Tell me everything."

Hunter sits down beside her and after turning to look at her huge grin, he smiles warmly.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing."

"You gonna tell me how it went?"

"Fine. Um. Normal. For a date. I think? I dunno I've never been on one but I'm pretty sure I did an okay job."

Willow decides to rip the bandaid off immediately. "Any lip action?"

Hunter's reaction was a funny choking noise and a volatile flush across his neck "No!" He blurted. "Just...."

"Juuuuust?"

"Just hands! He held my hand! He held my hand and it was nice! I liked it!"

"Oh."

It's nice that Hunter got his hand held. He has such pretty hands. She's always thought they were very holdable. She's really happy. She's delighted. Just great.

She's a good person who is happy when good things happen to her friends, Titandamn it. And not a secretly ugly resentful person who wishes for selfish things.

"Yeah and. Uh..." He's scrubbing the back of his neck. "We...um. Ended up talking. A lot."

"About date number two, no doubt...." Willow sings.

"There's not going to be a date number two," Hunter answers immediately, knocking Willow out of her depth.

.....huh?

"I....thought you liked him?" She asks.

"I mean. Yeah. He's. He's nice but...but when I said we talked a lot...I might have told him that...." Hunter trails away.

"Told him what?"

There's a pause before Hunter speaks again, his voice a little higher pitched. "Oh! J-just. Just told him about a ton of stuff. Told him I like birds. And I like to read. And...and about Camila being a vet and....and I talked a lot about my friends. Gus. A-and Luz and Amity. And Vee. And uh. And you. And....we...we both decided that this probably wasn't gonna work out."

"Oh...." Willow....doesn't know how to feel about this. She doesn't have to pretend to be disappointed because she really is. Her friend had a chance to have a sweet little romance with somebody cute. And it just didn't work out. "I'm sorry, Hunter,"

But Hunter shakes his head. "I'm not disappointed. I actually....um. I liked it. I've never been on a date before and it....I dunno, it made me feel like a real teenager. Which is dumb to say because I know I AM a real teenager but..."

He perks up. "Oh! Oh and-and um...." His words tumble one over the other though there's a grin tugging at the corner of his lip. "Josh and I we....we figured it out. Me. We...we figured out me. I'm..."

He catches himself and clears his throat, extending a hand to her. "Hi, Willow! My name is bisexual!...Wait! Wait, no! Hunter! My name is....I'm bisexual and I'm Hunter! I...Agh!! Josh said I should come out to you in a smooth way but...."

Willow is grinning ear to ear, always transfixed by his frequent fumbles over the complicated act of putting words together. "You're bisexual!" She declares happily. "Hunter that's fantastic!"

Hunter's smile is soft but there's a hint of pride there too. "Yeah...thanks. I know it is...."

A pause.

"I have completely forgotten what bisexual means tho," Admits Willow.

"O-oh! Oh it's just um. I-I like multiple genders. Today I found out for certain that boys are....wow...."

Willow smirks. "Boys are wow?"

"Well.....arent they?"

She thinks about it for a moment, raking her eyes across the splotchy blush still clinging to his pretty face. Her insides are in a riot of fluttering flower petals.

"I guess they are," She agrees fondly.

"But also I...." He cuts himself off with a sudden bout of breathlessness. He inhales sharply. "Girls..."

"Girls," Repeats Willow expectantly.

Hunter, who has cut his gaze down to his tangling fingers, looks back up at her, manages to hold eye contact for a few very telling extra seconds and says, very clearly. "Girls."

"I see..." Willow is a little frustrated to find that she's also a little short of breath. "So maybe your next date will be with a girl then,"

Hunter's blush flares. "I'd like it to be..." He mumbles. "But..."

"Buuuuuut?"

There's some sort of internal battle raging on. She can see it in the violent twist and turns of his facial expressions. Finally, his throat bobs. "Nothing." He answers.

"Sorry...." He continues. "For coming home early. I just really wanted to...." Why does he keep trailing off? "It looks like you were trying to have some time to yourself. I can leave if...."

"You stay right here, Mr heartbreaker," Says Willow. "Stay here and watch weird human crystal ball shows with me."

A stiffness she didn't notice until now melts out of his shoulders. "Okay. I'd like that. A lot."

Hunter attempts to shuffle into a comfortable position, but what he's not prepared for is his friend Willow suddenly lunging and knocking him against the cushions in a tight tackle hug.

"Congratulations on your name being Bisexual," She mutters against the fabric of his shirt. "I like being the first one told,"

"N-no problem...." His voice cracks a little.

It takes maybe three minutes of comfortable silence and human realm TV babbling for Hunter to pipe up "And I'm not a heartbreaker. I didn't break anyone's heart."

"You could," Willow answers smoothly, not taking her eyes off the TV. "You have way more power over some people's hearts than you realize."

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Crush

The entire group knowing Eddie has a small huge crush on Y/n but Y/n is completely oblivious. Just Eddie being head over heels, completely infatuated with her and her having absolutely no idea. The group loves to make fun of him for it when she’s not around (or sometimes when she is around, much to his annoyance).

Request by anon ❤

Warnings; none, fluff. Confessions.

Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader

❤

Eddie was in love and everyone knew it. Everyone except the object of his affection who was none other than Henderson's sister.

Yn was everything he had ever wanted and more, she was kind, funny, beautiful on the inside and out and most importantly she never judged him, she accepted him for who he was and was the sweetest friend he had ever had.

She also tended to be protective of her friends and family and since Eddie had met her that included him as well.

Henderson, the little butthead used any opportunity to tease Eddie about his crush.

"Dude. My sister? really? You could have fallen for anyone but you pick my sister?" Eddie glares at the little shrimp.

"Yeah, and what's your point dude? Your sister is amazing, do you know she helped me paint the miniature figures for D&D and was genuinely interested In my campaign for Hellfire?".

Dustin groans and Mike laughs along with Lucas.

"Ha! Now you know how I felt when I had Jonathan and Steve mooning over Nancy".

At this point, yn comes in and Eddie gets a dreamy look on his face.

"Shut up!" he hisses to Lucas and Jeff who keep chuckling and he immediately motions for Gareth to move.

"Saved you a seat princess?" He smiles warmly and Dustin mimes gagging but quietens immediately when Eddie glares at him.

All of Hellfire knew how he felt about Yn and always teased him and they weren't the only ones...

❤

The warmth that spread through him the moment that yn slipped her hand into his was something he had never felt before.

All he knew is he wanted to hold onto it forever.

"Eddie! look they have the new Nightmare on Elm Street movie out and remember how you promised you would watch Splash with me?" she bats her eyes at him and he melts unaware of how Robin and Steve are watching the two of them and smirking.

He would do anything to see his best girl smile so he agrees to watch whatever she wants.

Gareth said he was whipped but he didn't really care. He knew from the moment he met yn that she was special, that she was his dream.

If he was lucky enough to be with her one day he would treat her like a princess.

Steve comes up to him clapping his hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"Dude, could you be more obvious?" Eddie blushes.

"Do you think she knows how I feel?" Steve shakes his head.

"Nah, she would have said something man, you gotta play it cool, stop being so obvious and just ask her how she feels."

Eddie sighs.

"Yeah, like she would want to go out with Hawkins's resident freak"

Robin rolls her eyes.

"You are so dense Eddie, that girl is in love with you. How you don't see it is beyond me"

He turns to find yn smiling shyly at him and decides to risk it and tell her how he feels. Hopefully she feels the same.

❤

Eddie was nervous which wasn't like him, he was always so confident so when they went back to his trailer yn was a little worried.

She couldn't remember Eddie ever being nervous which didn't help what she wass about to tell him.

The truth was she was in love... Very much so with the man himself.

"Uh, princess we are great friends right?" he begins with this and she isn't sure where he is going. Does he mean only friends and they could never be anything more?

"Of course," she tells him smiling and taking his hand.

Her stomach sinks. Is he about to tell her that he likes someone? Maybe Chrissy or somebody like that? Of course, he was her friend and she would be happy that he was happy but at the same time, it would still be hard.

"The truth is ( she braces herself for whatever he is going to say, gearing herself up so much that she misses what he says the first time.

"You what?" he blushes and repeats himself.

"I've fallen for you and I get it if you don't feel the same way. You're it for me sweetheart and I just want you to know that" she kisses him then and there complete giddiness overwhelming her.

"Eddie, I've fallen for you too, I've been trying to tell you for weeks" a bright grin appears on his features and he smiles.

"So you wanna be my girl princess?" She nods happily and his lips meet hers, both of them abuzz with giddiness.

❤

[la-hannya]

Not a Sessrinner pedo apologist trying to pretend they’re not one in the IY subreddit and trying to make Sessrin look less “weird” by creepily going through/stalking an anti Sessrin’s post history to see if they ship anything problematic as a “gotcha!

Dude(ette,) I don’t deny I ship problematic shit but considering at least all of them are between consenting adults close in age where neither raised the other and are actually canon, your gotcha isn’t the “gotcha” you think it is! Nice try trying to justify pedophilia and grooming in any way, shape, or form by pulling the “but what about THIS weird thing?!”

If you don’t think pedophilia is objectively the absolute most abhorrent and evil thing in the world with only Zoophilia being comparable, you might just be either an apologist or a pedo yourself, so which is it? Cause neither is a good look.

Then they tried to pull the “A-AT LEAST SHE WAS 18!!!!” card while still denying they ship it and immediately mass deleted all their comments and even their obvious burner account in a fit of salty butthurt before I got the chance to even reply back.

Girl ya ain’t the slick, sit the fuck down if you really believe Pedohime’s asspull contradictory timeline! 😂😂😂

From what I've seen even though things have simmered down since that anime ended; the more desperate they have gotten, going into places like reddit and twitter to try to stir the view on their favor. Which mostly just backfires because anyone with pair of eyes 👁️👁️ and understanding of even a little math can tell they're reaching. The other day somebody told me:

"I remember not liking at all the Saint Seiya's spin-off "Episode G" and nobody in the fandom forced me to consider it canon since it wasn't drawn by Masami Kurumada, only in the Inuyasha fandom these kind of things happen".

I swear got second hand embarrassment even though I ain't a saucerib. We're getting the side eye from other fandoms cause of these people being insecure clowns. Sigh.

I honestly recommend people to stand your ground and don't let them gaslight you along with them because that's what they want in their bid of desperation they got going on. I had them once trying to "Gotcha" me to because I'm a "monsterfucker". I like monsters, I like the "beauty and beast" trope, and I like the idea of this monster/beast adopting a human kid and taking care of them like their own child too. It's wholesome cute. Those things. Not the thing they warped out of proportion. So when some sinners figured that out their like "oh but you ship.."

Yeah. I know.

But here's one of thing about my monster x human ships. The human partner isn't a complete doormat and they have control. Consent. Always. And the monster partner didn't just go and meet them when they were practically a baby. Anything the other way around I don't touch. I also ain't dying of this hill either. Just vibing. And minding my business. I get where you are coming from anon. So don't let others try to pull the "but your/this is worst" card cause most likely than not compared to their mental gymnastics, you're harmless and know how to stay in your lane.

[troius]

I'm asking this because I'm selfish and Mayuri is my favorite character can you give your rating and thoughts on his outfits??

You're asking this too early, buddy!

Like, from what I understand, Mayuri has some really slamming outfits later on in Bleach. But I like to appreciate the full context when looking at such things, and so I can really only give you my ratings on the stuff we've seen so far on this blog.

Also, full warning, I am not exactly a fashion plate. I buy clothes appropriate for my white-collar job and then just wear them out. Nevertheless! Here is what I think of Mayuri's outfits:

I never actually read that chapter title, that's hilarious.

I like the hat, the asymmetry gives it a jaunty, carefree vibe that isn't present in the rest of his outfits. He's got a standard captain's haori over a standard Soul Reaper outfit, it looks like he wears them a little loose but that's to be expected with a scientist-- you don't want skintight clothes because if something gets on them, you don't want it to be immediately right next to your skin. The sash/belt is also pretty normal, meaning that it's really the collar and the scabbard placement that stand out.

The collar is an interesting choice, it looks like a neck pillow, like the kind you see people bring on airplanes, or that your grandpa might keep in his reading chair in the sun porch. It probably does have a utility quality, for those long hours doing research, either in a wet lab or in front of a monitor. I also think it does serve a fashion purpose, as I feel like Mayuri probably doesn't spend much time in the gym working on his traps, so the collar helps fill out the neck area.

The sword placement is hilarious. He wants to directly address anybody who's ever talked about swords being phallic symbols: yes, and? It would be very difficult to run like this of course, but I don't think Mayuri ever runs if he can avoid it, whereas making eye contact while pulling his sword from his crotch is probably something he cherishes.

Soul Society Outfit: 7/10, it's better than what most Captains bring to the table and definitely tells you this is a weirdo freak you're dealing with, but doesn't really send a message.

"Bonus" Szayelaporro here. Yes, it's a side view, but it's also an official color illustration, so I wanted to use that.

From the neck down, it's the same as the previous outfit, so I'm also going to assume that the collar is the same. And while I don't really know if the collar being purple adds anything to the previous outfit, it's a nice touch here: purple is the color of royalty, so it goes well with his headdress, which in both the gold/blue coloring and the style is meant to evoke an ancient Egyptian pharaoh. I like this a lot, because it doesn't just say "I'm weird", it's a statement of self-confidence bordering on self-absorption: yes, I am that great, literally the modern Ramses thank you very much, please build a giant monument to me once I am gone, it's what I deserve.

I didn't talk about the face paint with the previous outfit, but while he changes it up here it still serves much the same purpose: it flattens or erases most of his facial features while highlighting the eyes, nose, and mouth. It's basically clown makeup, and it serves to exaggerate the obvious emotions while erasing nuance, which I think suits Mayuri-- he wants complete control of the emotions he projects, and so by painting his face he can hide any potential "tells" by turning his face into yet another artistic expression.

Hueco Mundo Outfit: 9/10, it's not just telling you he's a weirdo, it also says that you should nonetheless bow down to this man, as he is operating on a higher level than you petty mortals.

EDIT: I forgot about him being in jail in the past.

He’s wearing jail clothes. They’re white. He definitely didn’t pick them. His facial makeup is interesting, it looks like a domino mask, which is worn by both heroes and villains, though always by somebody on the wrong side of the law. Well, I can understand why he chose that in these circumstances. The fact that he wears the makeup at all shows he’s still committed to The Aesthetic.

The only other noteworthy thing is the ears, I guess? We know from Soul Society that he wears covers on them because he likes to install weird hooks in them instead of having actual ears, and he’s apparently already made this modification to himself. He hasn’t yet removed his chin, though.

Maggot’s Nest Outfit: 3/10, but he was in jail, you can’t really blame him for only expressing himself with makeup. That said, he keeps looking like this when he gets out, and just swaps the jail clothes for a lab coat.

Anyways remind me in however many years it takes to get to another outfit and I'll give you my review of it then.

[thexgrayxlady]

The only good thing Xiaolin Chronicles did was the implication that Dashi knew what was going to happen to Chase.

And like, now that I'm thinking about this and working on my other fic, I know of want to write one set in the immediate aftermath with Dashi and whoever's left. And I don't know which timeline would be better. And by better I mean worse and more painful.

One the one hand, you have the primary timeline wherein you would have Guan and Dashi picking through the rubble. And Guan starts to put some things together. How Dashi got kind of weird around Chase after he started testing the Crystal Glasses. How he insisted a bit too strongly that they didn't work and then lost them very soon afterwards without trying very hard to get it to work right. How he seemed more resigned than worried when Chase went missing. How he knew exactly what was happening as soon as the attack started. How he had an evacuation plan for the villagers ready beforehand. How he convinced Dojo to leave with the village children. How he was always right where he needed to be to protect any remaining civilians. How he knew exactly what, no who, the beast was.

He knew. He knew exactly what was going to happen and he didn't say anything. He knew and he didn't do anything to stop it. He knew and he didn't even let him say goodbye.

He finishes moving the block in his hands and tries to find the words to voice this horrible realization. He tries not to think about how Chase would know exactly what to say. But there's work to be done and how do you even start to ask if someone if they let the person you love most in the world become a mindless beast. Eventually, they're too tired for a sense of duty to work as a distraction. He keeps staring dead ahead at a pile of stones and can only get out, in a numb, quiet voice, "Why?"

Dashi doesn't deny the unspoken accusation. He's for once in his whole life silent. Then he says, "It never changed." He sounds like he's rehearsed it. He probably has. He still isn't ready to say it.

"Why didn't you at least let me try?" He can't be truly angry with Dashi. Not when his own guilt is a gaping chasm about to swallow him whole. He should have done something. He should have noticed something was wrong. He should have told the senior monks that they become Xiaolin Dragons together or not at all. He should have made sure Chase knew how deeply and truly he was loved. He should have let him know every damn day that he was perfect just the way he was. He was supposed to protect him and he'd failed.

From Dashi's silence, it's obvious that he's horribly aware of the betrayal he's committed. And they're both silent for a long time, in grief that's too raw to be anything but numb and mourning that's too long past to be anything but scarred over, until Dashi can't be anymore and adds, "It was the only way to get rid of Hannibal." He knows the price of that confession and he's prepared to pay it because he owes his friends that much.

Guan resumes work in silence. By morning, he's gone too.

Then there's the Time after Time timeline.

The dust hasn't even settled when Chase pins Dashi up against a crumbling wall. Chase was always a smaller, slighter man and there's blood oozing from a wound in his side, but he's furious and Dashi's in shocked horror. He was ready for Chase. He'd made his peace with Chase. He'd finished mourning Chase years ago. This isn't how it was supposed to happen. There's a broken body draped only a few feet away and there's no escaping the blood and death and destruction.

Sure, Dashi had a damn plan, but it was meant for another time, someone else and it barely helped now. Instead of the well planned, organized evacuation, it was a mad scramble. Instead of a well rehearsed speech about how somebody had to protect the village children to convince Dojo to leave, he just shouts, "He's going to fucking eat you."

The fires burn brighter and smoke curls from Chase's mouth and he looks too much like he should have as he starts and stops sentence after sentence over Dashi's stammered apologies.

"The future changed and you didn't think to check it?"

"Why didn't you do something?"

"We were happy! You let us be happy damn it!"

"Do you have any idea how horrible it is to wake up to a cold mat when you only just got used to sharing it?"

None of it feels right and in the end, he can just barely spit, "You damn fool."

Even Chase isn't entirely sure which one of them he's talking about. Dashi may have been caught off guard by this new future, but Chase made a fool of Hannibal and didn't expect payback. He'd come back from the forest that morning, feeling more certain of who he was and who he wanted to be than he had in years and perhaps it was impulsive, but Guan looked so damn worried and he'd kissed him and for a few weeks, they were so damn happy. And he'd painted a target on his lover's back without thinking about it.

Chase was always the smart one. He should have seen this coming. He should have protected him.

He can't even be angry with Guan because he'd been prepared to do the same thing. He had done the same thing. It just didn't work. Why did it work now?

And then there's the thing that they don't talk about. Chase passing by Dashi on the way out of the temple. Dashi saying, "There's nothing I can do to stop you," like he's actually asking a damn question, then handing him one of those stupid yo-yos. Chase almost asks, "Why couldn't you give him a way back too?" but stops himself. He's not stupid. Dashi could tell himself that he was giving Chase a way back home until he believed it, but deep down they both know that it's not true.

And Chase lets go. And Dashi sinks down against the wall and for a few minutes, Chase sinks down next to him, his face buried in his hands and knees. And for a few moments, there's some small comfort in shared grief. Then, once what they're going to pretend is labored breathing stops, Chase gets back up and walks away into the smoke and ruin.

And no matter what he does, Dashi's left alone, his future completely unchanged.

[taksony-fr]

Imma go on a FR related rant because something Strange and annoying happened today on there relating to a 7yr old G1 and fodder and a possible FR illegal account.

So. There i was earlier, scrolling on the AH, First page of G1s curious if there were any May 29th ones up. And there was this Lovely Sanddollar/Shadow/Pistachio 7yr G1. Me, being cautious and not realizing she was On Fodder Floor for gems (bc gems, i almost never buy fodder for gems), i scried her up first. Found a Lovely combo. (Sanddollar/Pistachio~<3) And that was when i noticed the 7g. So i was like "hell yeah, yoink her NOW" Only to find she was bought already. Which is fair. Now, she was sent immediately to a fodder tab, in which had a note at the top that was "Any dragons here are to be exalted, they can be bought for 15kt/g if not leveled 20 if they are" etc etc, so i PMed them. Within MINUTES this dragon was leveled to 7. Like, okay, rude. I just sent that PM. Who doesn't check that little number like instantly when they're active? But yeah, whatever. We don't always have the energy to reply to PMs, so that's fair. I get it. So I wait. And Wait. And wait. It's like 7 hours later. I refresh the tab i had open with that dragon. She's in ANOTHER LAIR. And i was like "okay, maybe somebody else offered on her?" Nope. She's in a fodder holding tab in a DIFFERENT FLIGHT. Now, this would be normal if it were an account that didn't look like it was used specifically To Hold Fodder. No permas. No notes. No Apparel. No Fams. No nothing. The most vibeless account i have ever seen. Ntm from 2014 with progens from last year??? How?? And 435 lv 7 dragons.

4 HUNDRED PLUS Leveled Fodder. Like okay. What. How?

Like I'm an exalting lair. I'm in a guild. This isn't a "HoW dArE u ExAlT" This is sus. Like, this genuinely looks like a side account used only for storage and dom discounts because of the flight and sheer number of fodder dragons. And also a "Why the FUCK would you put that you accept offers when you very clearly ignore them?" And also. What the hell is that account? There is No personality there. No notes in the profile. No forum posts. Just one comment that's like "WHOA Impressive Lair. A whole lotta leveled dragons" bc it's all lv 7 fodder and sus as all hell. And NOW I'm worried I'll never get a reply because the account might get locked for multi-accounting. Because that's like obvious as all hell. Make a proper profile and personality for yourself if you're going to multi. Get creative with it.

Ntm i went through the dragons in that fodder and there was a fully gened aether, some of the most gorgeous and unusual doubles, many lovely G1s (there was a peacock/antique/caramel that i was tempted to throw another message at this side for), and just so many dragons that don't feel like fodder. Notably not a single snapper though. Usually the spite exalters exalt snappers. (to the one person who Noticeably did that. Fuck you. You exalted my breeding pair kids UNNAMED after they were listed for 35g-50g.)

I don't think I'm going to get that dragon. Nor any of those really pretty ones that caught my eye in that 400+ hibden. *sigh* I'd hate for all of these to be lost to a locked account. Really really would.

[totiredtowrite]

"Ｔｈｅ Ｈｏｒｓｅ Ｗｒａｎｇｌｅｒ"

Warnings - I dont know how old west doctors offices are designed

Note: k the dni is smaller BUT STILL LOOK AT IT

FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

The horse wrangler.

The most wild, spontaneous, and determined man most will probably ever meet. You'd almost have to be, training wild horses. Anyone with a weak will would quit almost immediately, but Bokuto? Never. There hasn't been one horse he couldn't train to an extent, and he takes pride in the fact that he's the best there is.

Only a few people could handle his terrifyingly overwhelming presence, those two being the bank teller, and surprisingly, the school teacher.

Sadly, though, he simply couldn't fall for someone who matched his energy. No, he had to catch feelings for the most elusive, introverted, and scarce man in the town.

You.

"It isn't my fault!" He would say. He'd try his hardest to convince Akaashi, who was unimpressed on every level, that he wasn't that far gone. He only wanted to know your name and where you lived and your entire family history and every little thing about you and-

"Right," Akaashi always looked unimpressed at his explanation. After all, there isn't really any way he could explain that away. It was evident from how Bokuto spoke about you. Hell, it was easy to tell that he was thinking about you, even. His eyes would glaze over in adoration, hand propping his head up while his heart practically melted out of his ears. If that made any sense.

"Akaashi," Bokuto asked, accentuating his name as always, "Where d'ya think he works?"

Keiji didn't even need to ask to know what he was talking about. "Doctors office."

Without even looking, he could feel Bokuto jump excitedly. "Really?'

Akaashi only hummed in response.

Without waiting another second, Bokuto leaped up to run out of the schoolhouse, (where he honestly shouldn't have been anyways), to get to the doctors office. About halfway there though, he paused. What would he even use as an excuse? He was healthy in pretty much everything. No wounds aside from a few bruises, no health issues, nothing.

He pushed his bottom lip out in confusion, walking the rest of the way. To anyone passing by, it was obvious that he was trying his hardest to think. Sadly though, his logical thinking skills only really seemed to apply themselves when he was working.

He turned a couple heads on the streets, people stopping to greet him or waving to him with a smile. Being a popular and sociable man, he greeted them back. All the more reason as to why his little crush on you was bound to not work out.

Approaching the door to the doctors office, Bokuto nervously fidgeted with his hands. The plan was simple! Just go in and ask you out! He's never had a problem doing things like this in the past, so what was the point in thinking about it right? The absolute worst thing that could happen is you saying no.

Gathering up a breath, he threw open the doors to the office.

All that really garnered for him was an odd look from an older woman in the corner, a linen cloth to her lips. Upon not seeing anyone else in the room, he causally made his way over to her. "Excuse me," he said, catching her attention. "Do you know where...uh..." he paused. Bokuto now realized that he didn't actually know your name. "Where the guy is?" He settled on.

The woman raised her brow. "The guy?" She repeated, voice hoarse and confused.

Bokuto nodded feverishly. "You know, about this tall," he stood to hold his hand at your height, "(h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes that make you feel like you're drowning," he sighed dreamily.

She just gave him a knowing look. "The door in the back. Y'can just walk right in." She was waiting on her medication anyways, which the apothecary was already working on. It's not like keeping Bokuto in the dark would help her or hurt her.

"Thank you!" He said a little too loudly, turning and bounding off to the door. He was cautious to open this one with less force, standing there for a couple seconds in the doorway until you noticed him.

You looked startled for a second. Bokuto, on the other hand, was now burning that expression into his memory to cherish it for as long as he lives. "Hello," you started softly, "Is there something you need today?" You narrowed you eyes as you spoke. This...buff, energetic looking man didn't seem to have anything wrong with him. You shook it off. "The apothecary is currently busy, if you needed medication." You explained, "Would you like to have a seat?"

Bokuto shook his head. "I'm actually, uh, here for you!" He was bouncing on his heels.

You made a face. "Here for...me?"

He nodded, leaning forward to out his hands on the desk in front of you. "For you," He repeated.

"Ah," you said, shifting awkwardly in your seat. This isn't the first time somebodies come into the office looking for you. Honestly it happened more than you'd like to admit, despite your efforts to remain scarce. "Well that's very flattering, but I-"

"Please!" He interrupted quickly. "Just lemme take you on one date! You can decide everything else!"

You paused. He looked...genuine. You honestly couldn't put your finger on it, having dealt with many people who only wanted to be with you for the appearance. Bokuto, though, looked like he wanted something a little deeper than that. Maybe you were just being hopeful, stupidly so, but the look in his eye didn't seem veiled in anything.

You could see his nerves, his flushed cheeks.

"Fine," you said after a moment, locking eyes with him. "But I don't promise anything after one date."

"You won't regret it!" He said, energy coursing through him again.

As he ran out the door though, he remembered one crucial thing.

He didn't ask your name.

~

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[b0rista]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓! ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: only slightly suggestive, but mostly reader friendly. language!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: literally, moblit needs more attention 🥺 i wish he had more of a character arc in the series, he really was interesting and likable like pls my CHILD

moblit berner x fem! reader.

❝︎ for all that you're yet to become, i love you. ❞︎

of course, moblit is still hange's main assistant. he's her second in command/her messenger, as always. you're her assistant in a more scientific sense. you provide aide during experiments, providing useful input while also putting your intellect to the test.

hange adores you with every fiber of her being. not only does she have a science buddy, but somebody who genuinely understands her field and all of the seven hour long stories that come with it! certainly, you aren't as overzealous as her, but you're able to actually converse with her over your shared projects. there aren't a lot of scientists— they need you, you were handed your position fairly quickly.

moblit's crush on you began,, immediately. quietly, he was relieved that he no longer had to suffer hange's hopeless antics alone. sure, he felt baD for you, but yay, a friend! and a pretty one, too.

there was a single moment where it was your very first day underneath her command, and right as you walked in, hange was literally braiding strands of titan hair she'd pulled from an experiment. from across the room, moblit locked eyes with you, and just mouthed,, "run away."

the two of you didn't start dating until a long while; work was miserable, and it took up far too much brain power for either of you to even think about romance.

then again, there were those moments,, you were extra concentrated, and moblit was staring at you. even when you didn't try, you were absolutely stunning.

^ cue hange asking him what the hell he's staring at, causing him to fLincH and start sweating profusely.

now, two people are screaming at their relentless commander whenever she does something heinously moronic. the iconic "HANGE-SAN" is now doubled, and it's just as great, tysm.

sometimes, when hange is getting a little too rambunctious, you literally have to bury your face in moblit's shoulder to spare yourself from having to waTch that bullshit. it's funny, he has one arm shielding your face while the other one swings around in hand gestures of pure distress.

"haNGE-SAN, YOU'RE SCARING Y/N-"

he claims that he stays late at the office because hange left him with extra work, but really, he just wants to be able to walk you home.

you arrived post sawney & bean, so he's the one that has to fill you in on that whole arc. it's,, funny.

"wait, wait. she cried whenever she had to preform physical experiments on them?"

"yeah."

thank you, y/n, for being sane. ❤️

as always, i'll leave the how you got together part up to you, because this post is meant to be centering more towards the relationship itself, but i imagine that it was both simple & really cute! moblit's a cutie, it was probably along the lines of an accidental confession.

the two of you tried keeping your relationship secret, for obvious reasons. it was a joint decision, settled for the sake of your safety. your boss is scary, mmk.

that being said, sneaking around is inevitable. i don't see moblit flat out enjoying having to sneak around, but it's definitely a little exciting, and it makes working at the office a bit more fun than he'd ever imagine.

when you're alone, and working, he likes to wrap his arms around you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck while you concentrate on whatever it is you're working on.

"as important as i'm sure this work is, maybe we should-"

"sorry, love. i can't leave until i'm finished."

cue a small nuzzle into your neck, "understood."

one night, you had to pull an all nighter at the workplace. despite you giving him the okay to head on home, moblit stayed with you, and the two of you crashed on the sofa. the following morning, hange practically fAinted at the sight of you, passed out on moblit's chest while his hand lay comfortably beneath your shirt, resting on the bare small of your back.

she screamed, which led to you screaming, which led to moblit bursting up, which led to the two of you bonking heads.

yeah, she hounded y'all for days.

"how long has this been a thing?"

"why didn't you TELL me?"

"do you not trust me?"

"if anything happened on that couch, i suggest you clean it up before levi arrives-"

"h A Ng E - sA N"

one time, the two of you had gotten a tad bit distracted and started making out on your desk. hange walked in, said something stuPid, and you literally biT your poor boyfriend's bottom lip. you felt awfuL, and promised to make it up to him later 😉

because you're only a scientist, it isn't often that you're out in the field. however, because there are times where you're needed outside of the walls, you're an occasional guest during missions/expeditions.

the first time you were requested somewhere while moblit and hange were sent elsewhere, he didn't like it at all.

had you held combative experience, he wouldn't be so worried. but, in all honesty, there aren't many people in the world that he genuinely trusts to keep you safe.

when you came back in one piece, he bombarded you with questions. did you get hurt? were you scared, did they keep you safe? were you ever, ever placed in harm's way?

mans was worried 🥺

whenever you join hange during live titan experiments, it's literally funny.

"be caRefuL-"

"y/n,,"

"Y/N-"

one time, you shot him a glare so devilishly stern, he fucking guLped. srry babe, do ur thing. you look sexy standing ontop of that titan's abdomen!

whenever you're angry, even when it isn't at him, he's literally so fucking terrified. like, he's scared.

however!! it became a thing where whenever you're frustrated, he knows to sit you down and tend to your joints. if your hair is up, he'll take it down, letting your scalp breathe. he'll rub your shoulders, all while quietly reassuring you. it's simple, but effective, and incredibly intimate.

he's already decided on the names of your future children. do you know this? fuck no, and you never will.

you move in together fairly quickly! because you want time together away from work, it was decided that you would move into moblit's place. not only do the two of you get ready together in the mornings, but you unwind together after hours. the two of you sleep on the sofa more than you do the bed— you're exhausted, and just fucking flop onto one another the moment you get home.

he's an amazing boyfriend, and your relationship is fun. 🥺

[antarax]

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

It's late at night when Damian makes a stop by your house with the intention to confess his feelings for you.

Damian Wayne x Black!Reader, gender neutral.

Words: 2,105

AN: Happy Valentine’s to all the beautiful black people in the fandom!! I dedicate this one to all of us, who rarely get any works that include us or are actually vague enough to. Hope you enjoy it 💞

It was a quiet, cold night in Gotham. Neon city lights blurred into your room as the muffled sounds of the videogame on the old TV kept you company, the blue hue of the fluorescent lights washing over your bedroom even through half-pulled curtains. 

The day had been a slow and uneventful one. For you, at least, after the hope of receiving someone's valentine had been completely blown off, the same energy manifesting itself in you as the night also dragged itself along. 

You almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of your window opening, having had no expectations of anything more for the day –that, and the fact that it was well into the night already. You saw Damian standing outside with his hand on the window sill, a bag in the other, Robin uniform dirty and tattered as his cape fluttered violently with the breeze. 

He seemed stuck in his place, as if he had been the one surprised, frowning like he hadn't expected you in your own room. 

The slight semblance of a smile grew on your face, "Well, come in," you said, pausing the game. 

It wasn't uncommon for Damian to stop by your building after a busy night, the moon shining beautifully in the sky and the clouds a beautiful swirl of the light as he came through your window expertly quiet. But, even then with the known comfortability and trust you two had managed to reach in your relationship, it also wasn't uncommon to feel like remnants of the younger, more insecure Damian still clung to him slightly. 

Slightly as in  heavily. 

You watched him as he moved into the small space and set down the bag on the floor, taking off his gloves and mask with the rough delicacy you associated with him. 

He stood as if he was tightly wound up, like perhaps he could breathe wrong, or whatever new, unspoken rule he'd created for himself plagued his mind now. 

It was a little funny. 

"I'm not going to eat you, you know?" 

Damian rolled his eyes, "I'm aware." 

"Doesn't look like it," You muttered, glancing down at the controller in your hands, "What's in the bag anyways?" 

"I— Things." 

You raised a brow. 

"Food, sweets. Drinks." 

"Really?" 

"Yes," Damian replied, sitting down and sagging against the wall underneath the windowsill, chest rising and falling slowly as he exhaled deeply. Damian grabbed the bag again, putting it down next to you, "They're yours." 

You set aside the controller and rummaged through the bag, the thoughts racing in your head. Damian knew you well and you him, your friendship spanning over a few years now. There had been a lot you'd trusted him with. Secrets, worries, embarrassing shit you'd done that still haunted you and Damian had been no different. He let you in on his bigger secret, how he carried the mantle of Robin every night. Some of his deepest remorses were ones that you had knowledge of; although never diving too deep in the murky waters of Damian’s life, you still valued the clear trust he had in you. 

And along all these moments, every opportunity you've had to know each other, slowly and softly peeling aside the layers covering the people you were, a warm intimacy rooted itself in your growing friendship. A comfortable sort of intimacy. 

Every once in a while you stopped by the manor on the quiet days where it was only Alfred and the animals. You helped Alfred in the kitchen whenever he was practicing for a new recipe or baking a dessert for the family later in the day. You spent hours with Damian in his room, where his cat Alfred would always curl up next to you on his bed as he worked on his art, walking around the manor or playing around with Titus and Batcow in the manor's backyard –which, really, was just an enormous open field that they were too humble to call so– and sometimes you'd even earn an invitation to dinner. 

As for you, Damian tended to visit at night more so than day, but there were moments where he would show up on a sunny afternoon when everyone else wasn't home, slumping down on your couch for an hour or two before going back to his own things. Sometimes he'd drop by books he'd seen at the library, a small trinket he'd bought at the store and various other paraphernalia that, somehow, you always ended up loving. 

Damian knew your taste well, and there was no doubt he'd spend countless amounts of time pondering over each of his gifts before they ever reached your hands. All things that while anyone else might have brushed over you appreciated immensely. 

"You know," you began as you leaned back into the foot of your bed, ripping off pieces from a napkin you'd taken out of the bag, buying time. Hesitating, "I actually— sort of, was hoping for a valentine this year." 

You gazed at Damian's eyes, your interest boring into them, digging as deep as you were allowed. They looked nervous, hilariously so. Almost like he'd been caught. But caught... doing what, exactly? 

Perhaps caught in the middle of staring back at you as he'd tend to do; how he'd tend to do and assumed you didn't notice. 

Or maybe caught when he would discreetly drop off something in your room or your locker after having seen it at the store or the cafeteria and knowing immediately you'd like it, always behind the guise of simple complacency. Caught, in his true intentions, what truly made him do all these otherwise insignificant things that were much too small even for somebody as detail-driven as Damian. 

Olive-colored eyes still shifted uncomfortably in front of you as the sole giveaway of the true nervousness Damian was drowning in, refusing to show anything more of himself, even when it mattered. 

Especially when it mattered. It was frustrating. 

"You were?" 

"Yeah," You shifted in your spot, "I was." 

No one could ever, ever know something about Damian that he didn't share. It's just not something you could do. Not when it came to him. Anybody who knew anything at all about who Damian Wayne is, at his core in existence, knows it only because he's allowed them to. 

And he'd allowed you to know this too, and yet now he was hesitating. 

"You wished to have... a valentine. Anyone?" 

"Anyone." 

"You could have, easily, if you wanted it," Damian rolled his eyes. 

"I could?" You smiled, and the twinkle in your eyes was nothing short of mischievous. 

"Yes." 

"Reeeally. How?" 

Damian slouched against the wall, "Well, you'd simply have to ask," he said it as if it had been an obvious fact, "I'm sure anyone at the academy would've said yes." 

Your smile widened as you raised your brows, "Oh?" 

Damian frowned, "You are making fun of me." 

"What do you mean? How." 

Damian crossed his arms as you laughed. 

"You think I'm making fun of you," you protested, "I'm not." 

"TT." 

"There's something you want to say, isn't there? Just spit it out, Damian." 

Damian's eyes lingered all over the room. His hands had started to sweat a while ago and by then, his heart had sped up so much he was sure it was making some attempt at breaking through and out of his chest. 

Originally, his plan had been to drop by and bring you a gift, but then he'd gotten nervous and internally malfunctioned, because he'd bought a double of everything so that you wouldn't assume it had been a gift and instead just him coming by to hang out like he always did. 

He had planned to come by, tell you he'd... harbored a few unwanted feelings towards you and hoped you would have been tired enough that you wouldn't have realized it, but clearly, his plan had flipped over backwards and blown up in his face. 

Damian took as deep a breath as possible with his collar putting him in a choke hold, as if trying to push out his words while simultaneously wanting to keep them buried the deepest he could. 

"I— hm," He stared intently at the floor, for the first time in a while feeling like the small child who would trip over his own emotions again, but he was resolved to tell you, "I like you. I suppose." 

It hadn't been surprising to Damian. More that it was hard to accept. He'd mulled over it for a long, long time. In fact, the reason he'd visited you tonight, made up his mind to tell you so, had been his ridiculously embarrassing performance. 

Being surprised by petty thieves and thrown out of the loop by measly codes, none of which happen, ever, not to him at least. Damian was far above such childish mistakes, at least so he thought until he started taking a closer look at his own thoughts and realized your eyes had gone from brown to 'beautiful pools of honey', your skin a beautiful, shining shade of brown. 

He was an artist, after all. He'd spent afternoons studying his environment, the shapes and colors, how everything fit in together; you were no stranger to his thoughts. 

Which of course, you wouldn't know. If you had, you would have taken the jump much earlier. You would have never acted based off of assumption alone, but having the confirmation, well. 

By now you had to contain your smile because surely, surely, your cheeks would be sore afterwards. 

"Wow," you raised your brows in obvious mocking, "Really?" 

Damian scrunched up his face in disgust, like he'd witnessed the most foul thing yet, crossing his arms tighter but refusing to meet your gaze as he turned to the wall. 

"You know, Damian." 

"Yes?" 

"The valentine I was hoping for this year… was yours. You could've easily made a card and thrown some glitter over it and that would be the end of that." 

"A card, with glitter?" Damian snapped his head at you, seeming almost bored as he spoke in a deadpan voice, "Is that how lowly you think of me?" 

At this you did laugh, almost too loudly for one in the morning, that you had to push both your hands against your mouth. 

Damian frowned, "Please do know that if I were to ever make something so miserable, it must be because I've been replaced. Which would not happen. Ever." 

You stood, shuffling over to Damian and sitting down next to him. 

He looked pretty underneath the moonlight coming through the window, the curls over his forehead looking soft and shiny. 

Damian looked right into your eyes, for the first time that night not looking away, he was trapped now. Not truly, he could leave, but did he want to? Not at all. 

Softly, Damian touched your hand, something perhaps akin to fear in his eyes as if he still expected rejection. 

"Damian?" 

"Hm?" 

"I'm going to kiss you." 

"Oh." 

"Unless you don’t want me to." 

"Please do. I mean—" 

It was a shy and quick kiss, but so, so exciting as Damian's grip tightened around your hand and you leaned into him. 

When you leaned away, it was with a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

"Please do—" 

Damian frowned again, clearly not amused. After a few seconds though, your laugh died out. Truth is, your stomach was churning. Because, while you were very much happy and excited, you were also incredibly nervous. 

Both of you were stitching your thoughts back together, seconds of silence passing by. You were still holding Damian's hand. 

He closed his eyes, frown deepening considerably and quickly before he spoke, vile spilling out of his mouth, "A card? With some glitter thrown over it?" 

He looked downright furious, disgusted even. 

"Seriously?" 

"It's not that big of a deal," You chuckled, "Get over it." 

"Hm." 

Damian looked out the window, and you followed, the moon standing beautifully in the middle of the sky. 

Damian sighed, "I have to go." 

"Oh... okay." 

He didn't move. Neither of you did. 

Damian gave you a quick kiss again, looking absolutely scandalized when he pulled back. You stared at each other in complete disbelief before he stood up and started putting his gloves on again. 

He pressed his hands onto the windowsill and took a deep breath.

Damian looked at you, tenderly, "Goodnight, Y/N." 

"Goodnight, Damian." You smiled. 

Damian gave you a small smile, "Hm." 

You watched as he jumped off, grappling to the nearest building and laughed when you saw him standing still before disappearing into the night. 

[bondsmagii]

I think I may have been cursed. I just had the worst days of my life, and my life has been always shitty. I've been having lots of negative encounters for no reason at all, there's a weird smell going around in my house and I just can't find the source, 4 of my pets died in two weeks and one of my cats appeared with a broken leg out of nowhere. Normally I'd just think I'm having a shitty month, but this is just too much coincidences. The two cats who died where young and healthy, when I found them they were just laying down, no sings of any wounds or something like that. One of the dogs basically vanish of existence, he just disappeared and apparently nobody as seen him even though he's a white and big dog... And the other dog was ran over by a car even though she was inside my house, I have no idea how did she manage to sneak out since I'm always careful to not let my pets out in the nights. About the cat with the broken leg, she's an indoor cat, so I can't really understand how did she manage to break her leg, she doesn't climb trees and doesn't get on top of big furniture inside the house. Also, one of my dogs (yes, I have a lot of pets, but I do have a really big house and feed them very well) almost passed out while I wasn't home, he was throwing up a lot and could barely stand up when I found him, he did have water and food and he's a young and healthy dog. I really don't understand the hell is happening to me, I don't really have enemies and if I do, I don't get why aren't they take revenge on me instead of getting my pets involved. Sorry for the long message, but I don't know any other person who knows about this kind of things.

Hi again, I'm the anon with the possible curse. I forgot to mention something: I also have a chicken farm, lately some of my chickens have been dropping dead out of nowhere with no signs of injuries. Also, the chickens who are laying eggs are starting to eat their own eggs, this isn't that strange, chickens usually do this whenever they feel stressed, but the thing is that there hasn't been any event that could possibly make them feel any stress. The death of other chickens don't affect them, they are actually happy about it because they get to eat the corpses before I find them (not so fun fact: chickens can be extremely sadistic and terrifying, never trust them too much). On top of that, last night I woke up feeling a lot of pain in my hand, I haven't fall or hit myself so I don't understand why the hell is my hand hurting like hell. If someone actually put a curse on me, how do I stop it? This is absolutely unbearable, my beloved ones are dying, my chicken farm (which is my main source of money) is going to hell and I can't stand the pain I feel both physically and emotionally.

the very first thing we're going to do before we even approach the realm of curses is look at a couple of things you need to rule out first. I'm not saying it's impossible, but my rule is generally in the absence of solid and undeniable evidence, try to rule out any other possible causes before turning to the supernatural.

let's quickly list up what's going on here:

2 cats have died

1 cat has a broken leg

1 dog has gone missing

1 dog has been hit by a car

1 dog has become ill

chickens are dropping dead

surviving chickens are showing signs of distress

your hand appears to be injured or at the very least is painful with no immediately obvious cause

this is a catastrophic list of bad luck, and I can honestly see why you might immediately jump to a curse. while I'm not saying it's impossible, I will say that this is all within the realms of explainable even outside of the paranormal, though you might have to consider some unfortunate outcomes.

first of all, the thing I was worried about: this might be malicious, but it might be somebody straightforwardly doing it themselves, no magic involved. your 2 dead cats and your sickened dog, as well as potentially your dead chickens, could have been poisoned. I'm not sure why anybody would do this, but if you're worried somebody might get it in their head to curse you, they might be cruel enough to do this. it might also be somebody you're close to, or at least somebody who has access to your house. your injured cat is an indoor cat yet she has a broken limb -- is it possible that the injury could have been inflicted deliberately by somebody? your dog who was ran over by a car -- is it possible somebody could have let her out? you say you have a dog who went missing -- was this dog also indoors at the time? could somebody have let this dog out as well?

alongside poison, there's also the risk of disease or contamination. you have a lot of pets getting sick. I strongly suggest you look into any and all possibilities regarding illness, poison, or other contamination. one pet getting sick is bad enough, but 2 cats and several chickens dropping dead, plus a very sick dog? dogs are generally bigger than cats and chickens; your dog might have survived because whatever killed the others was not enough to kill a larger animal. it would be very worth getting this looked into, and saving the bodies of any other chickens that die for testing. I would say that this is your best bet regarding an explanation. it might also explain the pain in your hand -- if it's some contaminant, maybe you're having a reaction to it. the behaviour of the chickens could be down to stress, either from sensing something is wrong, or from low-level contamination from eating the bodies of the diseased chickens.

as for everything else, it could just be rotten luck. we simply don't know what our pets get up to. maybe your cat jumped up somewhere high in the house and slipped, or got her leg trapped somewhere. maybe your dogs have known a way to get out for some time, but something only went wrong now. maybe the pain in your hand, if not caused by a contaminant, is simply down to stress. never underestimate how much stress can mess with your body -- it can cause all manner of strange symptoms you might never associate with feeling stressed.

I don't think it's likely that somebody is harming your pets deliberately, but to be safe also look into that possibility, and set up some security cameras if you can. for now, definitely get the place checked out for any contaminants or diseases. I really do think that's your best bet. when things like this happen all at once, in a seemingly never-ending assault, it can seem too planned to be coincidence -- it seems like malicious design. try looking at these things in groups, and it becomes less unbelievable. this might just be shitty luck, and it's always best to rule out everything else first.

[starbright18]

FURY - PART ONE

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"This is him," I pointed at a picture of Matt Daehler that we circled in our yearbook from freshman year. Along some of the other pictures were a bunch of red 'X' marks over various students we thought would be the kanima's master but weren't.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Dad asked, eyeing the three kids that stood in front of him.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on," I whined. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, right?"

"So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common!" Stiles filled in for me, standing up to face dad. 

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class," Dad pointed out with a sigh. 

"Alright, okay, you're right. Sorry," Stiles threw his hands up in defense. "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No," dad raised his eyebrows at us. "You know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."

"It does!" I waved my arms around wildly. Dad held his hand up to indicate for me to pause before turning toward Scott.

"Scott, do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us," Scott explained softly. "We know it's Matt."

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay?" Stiles chimed in. "He knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him." 

"Alright, fine," Dad relented. "I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I threw my hands up and shook them. "It's because our swim team sucks. I mean, really sucks. Like, really sucks. We haven't won in like 6 years."

"Okay, we don't have a motive yet," Stiles cringed and dad's bored face. "I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?" Dad sighed, eyeing all of us. 

"We need to look at the evidence," Scott suggested, leaning in closer. 

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Really, dad? They'll let you in, trust me," I raised my eyebrows. Dad may have gotten fired, but his deputies loved him and I knew they'd have no issues letting us in. 

"Trust you two?" He moved his finger in between Stiles and me before narrowing his eyes. 

"T—trust Scott?" I grinned sheepishly.

"Scott I trust."

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Together, the four of us entered the sheriff's station. Stiles, Scott, and I walked nervously behind dad, allowing him to take the lead. His deputies may have loved him, but they weren't always huge fans of Stiles and me because of our antics. 

"It's two in the morning," The night officer raised her eyebrows, looking us over before focusing on dad. 

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," Dad retorted. I leaned into Scott with a sigh and glanced toward Stiles. 

"What are we looking at first?"

"I think the hospital stuff."

"Why?"

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson except for one, remember?" Stiles locked his eyes on Scott.

"The pregnant girl, Jessica," Scott nodded in understanding. 

"Yeah, since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

"Thank you," Dad nodded toward the deputy who unlocked the door to buzz us in. "Boys and Margo." He nodded toward us. Together, we trailed behind him through the halls to Dad's office where he immediately sat down and pulled up the hospital security camera footage. We watched it for a few minutes, trying to spot Matt before he sighed. 

"I don't know, kids. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed." 

"Alright, just keep going," Stiles motioned toward the computer. "Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere." Spotting the familiar leather jacket and head of hair that belonged to Matt, I raised my finger to point at him.

"There! That's Matt."

"All I see is the back of someone's head," Dad furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

"Matt's head, yeah!" Stiles nodded. "I sit behind him in history. He has a very distinct cranium, it's weird."

"Are you crazy?"

"Alright, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?" Stiles tried. 

"Millions, literally."

"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras," Scott suggested. Dad listened, playing the video once more and switching to the feed of a different camera. 

"Stop, stop! There he is again," Stiles announced, pointing at Matt.

"You mean there's the back of his head again!" 

"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."

"Melissa," I nodded, glancing back at Scott. Immediately, Scott pulled out his phone and dialed Melissa, briefly explaining Matt's appearance to see if it rang any bells.

"Scott, do you know how many people I deal with in a day?"

"This one's 16. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager—"

"Yeah, he looks evil!" Stiles interjected. 

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

"Okay, mom. I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you," Scott sighed, using his phone to snap a picture of Matt's yearbook photo before sending it to her. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognize him?" I called from the other side of the desk.

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall."  We shared a look at Melissa's revelation. "Scott, what's going on?"

"Nothing, mom. I'll explain later, I gotta go."

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," Dad pointed out, grabbing a folder and opening it to reveal the evidence from the trailer. 

"So, if Matt's footprints match the ones at the hospital then we've got him at the scene of 3 murders," I grinned. "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave." 

"Actually 4," Dad corrected. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed." Dad stood, looking us over.

"When?"

"A couple of hours before you got there."

"Alright, dad. If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles asked in excitement. 

"Four's enough for a warrant," Dad nodded.

"I knew he was evil," I grinned widely, but it fell from my face at dad's disappointed look. "Sorry!" 

"Scott, call your mom back, see how quickly she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant." Dad instructed. "Margo, go to the front desk, tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"Aye, aye, Captain," I saluted, turning on my heel and leaving his office. 

It was a silent walk to the front desk and when I entered, I found myself stumbling back in confusion. The deputy was no longer at the desk. A brief smell of the air told me there was blood, a lot of blood. Slowly, I crept forward, peering over the gate to see the deputy on the floor with scratches and blood covering her body, dead. A glance down at her waist told me her gun was missing and I turned quickly, ready to tell dad but once I spun around, I came face to face with the barrel of the missing pistol. 

"Oh, God," I whispered, focusing my eyes on Matt who was aiming the gun at my head. 

"Oh, no, Margo," He breathed out. I noticed the tears in his eyes but didn't get the chance to point them out before he spoke again. "God isn't gonna help you. Now, walk." He ordered, nodding his head back toward dad's office. 

Not wanting to risk being shot dead, I obliged, my bare feet dragging across the floor while I slowly made my way back to my family. Matt was close behind, pressing the gun into the middle of my back while I led the way. Once I made it to the doorway, dad was the first one who noticed me, followed by Stiles. 

"Sheriff?" Scott asked softly, turning his head to see what the other two men were staring out. My lip quivered when Matt pushed me into the room and I was immediately caught by Stiles who pushed me behind him. 

"Matt. It's Matt, right?" Dad asked softly, holding his hands up in surrender. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are," Matt nodded. 

"I know you don't wanna hurt people," Dad spoke again.

"Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people," Matt corrected him. "Margo, maybe. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cellphone like McCall is doing." Scott pulled his hand out of his pocket immediately. "That—that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!" He waved his gun at the desk, indicating for us to put our phones on it. 

"Come on," Dad nodded toward us, placing his phone on the desk first. Scott and Stiles followed and when Matt looked at me, I shrugged. 

"I left it at Lydia's party."

"Mhm, you did?" Matt narrowed his eyes at me.

"Matt, I'm wearing a dress. Where would I even hide it? Between my asscheeks?" I snapped loudly. Scott's hand gripped mine in warning and Matt glared at me before nodding slowly. 

"Let's go," He motioned out of the office. Not wanting anybody to get hurt, I lead the way toward the holding cells with everyone else in tow. "Cuff him." Matt pointed at dad before nodding toward the hook on the wall designed to handcuff someone to it. With the gun back against my head, Dad listened immediately, sitting on the bench and holding his hand up for Stiles to cuff it. "Tighter."

"Do what he says, Stiles," Dad nodded encouragingly. With an angry glare toward Matt, Stiles squeezed the cuff tighter around dad's wrist. With dad now secured, Matt nodded his head out of the room, allowing the three of us to lead the way back toward dad's office. As we passed, I froze at the sight of 3 dead officers in the hallway surrounded by blood splatter. My stomach began to turn and I forced myself to look away.

"Do you have to kill everyone?" I snapped lowly. 

"No, that's what Jackson's for," Matt laughed. "I just think about killing them, and he does it." 

He guided us back to the office, forcing Scott and Stiles to shred the evidence we had against him as well as delete it off dad's computer. I was the encouragement, stuck standing in front of Matt with a gun to my head. Tears filled my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to release them, not wanting to give Matt the satisfaction of knowing he was scaring me. 

After what happened at Lydia's, I forced myself to cut off my abilities. Too scared of turning into a dark version of myself, I built a mental wall up high and forced out all thoughts and ideas of using my powers. If I hadn't, none of us would be in this position. Truthfully, I found myself thinking about moving. Not at anything specific, but just enough for Matt to panic and shoot me, to kill me. Even dead, I'd be a better protector than I was now. 

"Deleted," Stiles slammed the backspace button on dad's keyboard. "And we're done. Alright, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first—whatever that means—I think we're good here, right?"

"We'll just get our dad and we'll go, and you and the kanima can live happily ever after," I breathed out. Headlights flooded the room and my breath hitched in my throat, realizing it was Melissa.

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt taunted. 

"Matt, don't do this," Scott begged. "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt." The door to the station opened and I frowned, glancing at my brother who was already looking at me. Fear was written all over his face, something that made me feel even worse since I was the reason he was feeling that way. 

"If you don't move...now, I'm gonna kill Margo first. And then I'm gonna kill Stiles, and then your mom." Matt threatened. Scott met my eyes and as subtly as I could, I nodded, encouraging him to go. If it came down to it, I would sacrifice myself for Melissa. Hell, I'd sacrifice myself for any person in this station, bar Matt, of course. With the gun still against my head, Matt guided us out of the office and toward the door leading to the front of the station. "Open it."

"Please," Scott tried.

"Open the door," Matt ordered. Scott listened, pushing open the wooden door to reveal Derek Hale standing in front of us. 

"Oh, thank God," Scott breathed. Derek didn't reply as his body fell forward, landing harshly on his back in front of my feet. Jackson stood where Derek just was, half transformed into the kanima while he stared in the room at us. Matt leaned down, hovering over Derek's body.

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek sassed. "This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf," Matt retorted, rising back up to look at the rest of us. "Oh, yeah, that's—that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, were-angels, hunters, kanimas. It's like a freaking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman," Stiles replied sassily. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal." Matt narrowed his eyes at him and nodded, making Jackson step forward and slice his claw across the back of Stiles' neck, paralyzing him. "You bitch."

"Stiles!" I stepped forward, reaching my arms out to catch him when Jackson's hand appeared in my face, waving a claw threateningly. I snarled lowly, flashing my eyes in warning. "If you're gonna kill me, then you better do it, because it's the only way you're gonna keep me away from him." 

"Don't tempt me, Margo," Matt grinned from behind me. 

"Get him off of me," Derek groaned. When I glanced back, Stiles was laid on his chest. Any other time, I would've laughed at the position. 

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair," Matt teased. "It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles chimed in. Another car entered the parking lot, causing Scott and I to tense.

"Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her," Matt offered. "I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles called out. Matt responded by grabbing Stiles by his shirt and flipping him onto his back before putting his foot on his throat, cutting off his air supply. A hand wrapped in my hair, forcing my head still while I watched helplessly as my brother gasped for air.

"This work better for you?"

"Please, Matt," I begged. 

"You want me to stop? Beg me to stop," Matt growled lowly. 

"Please!" I cried so loudly it hurt my throat, feeling my brain go fuzzy when my body was enveloped in a dark, black light. Matt removed his foot, eyeing me in interest before nodding toward the door. 

"You, take them in there," Matt nodded between Jackson, Derek, and Stiles. "You two, with me." He nudged Scott and me forward. I sent one last fleeting glance at my brother with a shaky breath, not bothering to hide my nervousness at the situation. This time, the gun was aimed at Scott, who led the way toward Melissa.

"Mom," Scott breathed out. 

"Oh," she sighed. "You scared me, where is every—" She cut herself off upon noticing the gun that Matt held against Scott's head. 

"Mom, just do what he says," Scott instructed softly. "He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right," Matt agreed. Scott turned to face him and Matt lowered the gun, firing a bullet into Scott's stomach. The cry that came from my mouth was loud and miserable when I stumbled back in shock, my eyes training on the wound in Scott's stomach while tears began to fall out. 

"Scott! Stiles! Margo!" Dad screamed across the station. "What happened?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you," Matt shrugged, staring down at Scott who was now sitting on the floor, his hand pressed against the bullet wound. 

"Hey," Melissa stepped forward.

"Back, back!" Matt shoved the gun in her face, forcing her backward. 

"Lose control. Let me in. I can protect them."

No longer trying to fight it, I allowed darkness to consume me. Taking two large steps forward, I stepped in front of Melissa, forcing my chest into the gun that was now aimed at my heart. 

"Kill me."

[jjmaybanksblog]

Good Old Days - JJ Maybank

Gif credit @toesure !

Summary: you and JJ meet once again after a harsh break up.

Word count: 1,982

Warnings: cheating, angst underage drinking, implied sex at the end. I do NOT condone the action of going back to someone who cheated.

You sat alone in a booth at a local restaurant, diagonal from where your friend Nicole sat with an unfamiliar boy. You had offered to 'be a look out' for the girl when she brought up how her friends had helped her get a blind date. Nicole had the fear that she might embarrass herself or something might go south, so you decided to lend a helping hand to calm her down.

You subtly flicked your eyes up and down from the menu to your friend as a waitress came up to you. "What can I get you hun?" 

"Just a vanilla milkshake and fries please." The lady nodded and took the menu from your hands. You reached inside of your bag and pulled out your notebook. Finding a pen, you began to mindlessly draw little doodles of whatever came to mind. 

You were actually enjoying the peace and quiet until the front door bell chimed. Before you could react, JJ Maybank took the spot right across from you. "Can I help you?" You scoffed, closing the notebook. 

"Nope. I'm helping my friend out and it looks like you happen to be doing the same thing for your friend too." JJ said, looking behind his shoulder to see his friend give him a thumbs up. You rolled her eyes, defensively crossing your arms.

"Okay, well how about you move to the other booth where you can 'help' by yourself." JJ dramatically put his hand to his heart, "does Y/F/N Y/L/N not want to spend time with me?" "The last time I was near you it didn't end well." You hissed. JJ immediately got quiet as the waitress came up to deliver your order.

"Oh! Would you like anything dear? On the house for the couple!" The waitress smiled, "oh no we're not-" "actually I would love a hamburger and a chocolate milkshake please!" JJ grinned. "Coming right up." 

"Seriously JJ why can't you just sit somewhere else?" You asked as you dipped a fry into the milkshake. JJ furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you take a bite. "What? It's good." You defended.

"See I could, but Steve made me promise to help him out. And now I get to talk to you which is exactly what I want to be doing on my Friday night." Sarcasm dropped from his voice as you bite your tongue.

"Well you can leave. You never were good at keeping promises anyway." You seethed, taking the cherry out of the milkshake and popping into your mouth. JJ became quiet once more as the sudden flashback hit him.

Flashback:

2 years. 2 years was all it took for something so positive and bright, to turn into something dead. 2 years was all it took for JJ Maybank to own, and then break your heart. 

You two had been dating for a full two years, both of you guys admitting you were in love. Making promises that you two couldn't keep. One of them being, 'I'll always love you.' 

JJ broke that the minute his lips touched some tourons at an end of the year school party. You had lost sight of your boyfriend in the middle of the party after telling him you were going to the bathroom. It took you 10 minutes to find him with the unknown girl. 

"Have you seen- oh." Your words slipped your mind as you saw a boy and girl break away from a kiss. Only to reveal that face that made your heart break. "I better... I better g-go." You stumbled over your words, your legs moving as fast as they could out of that house and far away from JJ.

You didn't know what to do, what to think, how to act, what to say, everything just became numb. Like someone had just ripped your heart from your chest, and dangled it in front of your face as if it were mocking you. So you just ran, and ran all the way to your house. Dried tears stained your face as you were panting, on the verge of passing out. 

Your mind felt fuzzy, as if it were an old TV and an antenna was knocked loose, like all you heard was static and a ringing. You shook your head frantically as you paced in the living room. A rapid knock echoed in the silent room as you let out a sob. You slowly walked to the door, your hand shaking as it hesitantly reached out.

You twisted the handle and pulled the door open to reveal a frantic JJ. "Y/N please let me-" "Don't even fucking start JJ." You said, cautiously backing away from the door. JJ walked into the house as he tried to grab hold of your wrists. 

You pulled your wrists back from JJ's grip as you began to have trouble breathing. "You fucking kissed some random girl. Who knows what the fuck would've happened if I didn't walk into that room." You mumbled to yourself as your head began to ache.

"Y/N you know I wouldn't do that!" "When you're in a relationship you don't fucking kiss somebody else! I didn't think you'd do that yet here we are!" You raised your voice as you paced again.

"Open your fucking eyes, it's so obvious I'm in love with you!" JJ yelled back, causing you to flinch, his breath smelled of alcohol. Your eyes suddenly fell to the ground, afraid to look at him without breaking down.

"You need to leave," your voice wavered, "you need to leave and not come back. You can't look at me. You can't speak my name. You can't have anything to do with me, Maybank. We're fucking done." You breathed out, feeling as though you had a boulder crushing your body.

"Y/N. I made you a promise that I'd love you, please let me keep going with that promise." JJ begged, his eyes burning harshly with tears. "You broke your promise, you can't come back from that."

JJ let out a sigh as his head slumped down, forcing his legs to walk out the front door, and out of your life.

Memory over.

"Look, this isn't a guilt trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you." JJ said, fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed as you swirled the straw around the milkshake. "I don't dislike you as a human, I fucking despise what you did to me." You admitted.

"I've changed Y/N. I haven't been with any other girl, I haven't spoken with that other girl since then. Please just give me a break. I've been busy trying so fucking hard. I'm doing the best I can. Please, please don't ask more of me." JJ frowned, his leg now anxiously tapping.

You let out a scoff, but you couldn't lie to yourself. You missed being with JJ, you missed him so damn much, but you didn't want to admit it. Your eyes flickered to your friend who was standing up and giving Steve a kiss on the cheek. 

Their date was over, but you and JJ sat firmly in the booth. "Let me just drive you home like the good days, just hear me out." JJ begged. You cracked your knuckles, a habit you gained after the break up. "Fine. But so help me Maybank if you fuck it up you will never, I repeat ever come speak to me again." JJ let out a breath of relief and thanked you.

You couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of luck when he offered, glad that you chose to walk to the diner. You two sat in silence for a bit of the ride before JJ turned on the radio. 'Wonderwall' by Oasis played through the sound system, memories of this song hitting you in the face like a brick.

JJ began to obnoxiously shout the lyrics like he would when you guys went on drives together. He would roll the windows down, blast the volume and just let it all out.  At first you were annoyed with the boy, but as soon as he nudged you with his elbow you began shouting the lyrics as well. At that moment, things felt normal. Like nothing bad happened between them, and that scared you shitless.

When the song ended, JJ turned down the volume and began to speak, "you know, I never took your school photo out of my wallet. It's still there. And every night after... we broke up, I would just look at it and cry. Because I drank and I ended up losing the best thing I ever got in life. And believe me I know drinking is no excuse for what I did. I lost the one person that understood me more than my other friends, than myself. And I fucked it all up. And I know I can't take back what I did. Saying sorry won't change the hurt I made you feel. But I want you to know I'm truly trying my best to be a different person than who I was before." His voice was shaking as he found it hard to look at the road.

"I can try to forgive you Maybank, but that night has been burned into my memory. And it's gonna take a lot of time before I can forget it." You mumbled, looking out the window watching the trees zoom by.

"I'd wait 100 years if it meant that you would talk to me again." JJ muttered as he pulled into your driveway. "Do you.. want to come in? And like, catch up?" You wanted to punch yourself in the face for your offer, but again you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

JJ was shocked at your words, his mouth slightly open as he nodded his head. You walked into your house and to your luck, nobody was home.

You guys sat in your room, silence filling the air once again. You walked over to a picture frame on the desk and picked it up. The picture was of JJ after he had fallen asleep with his head in your llap. "Remember this night?" You asked as he looked over your shoulder.

"Yeah. I came over to make cupcakes for John B's birthday but we ended up just throwing flour and eggs at each other." JJ laughed loudly, remembering how he would find flour in his hair and ears for days after. "Then we sat on the couch and you laid your head in my lap. I played with your hair until you fell asleep and you snored so loud." You smiled at the memory.

"God I fucked up." He whispered. "Yeah. Yeah you did. When you sat across from me in the booth I wanted to flip my shit. I wanted to go off on you and say something like, 'oh fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off.' I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me." You confessed. 

"Damn Y/N. I- I don't even know what to say." JJ said as you faced him. You couldn't help but stare at his lips, the lips you craved so desperately. You hated yourself for this. You hated yourself for making this move, but you leaned in anyway and kissed him. You were taken back at your actions, but your knees nearly buckled at his touch.

JJ gently held the side of your face as he pulled back. "I don't want to hurt you." He said, his words echoing in your head. "I'm desperate. And I'm pretty sure you are too. This is a one time thing until you gain my trust back. But for now, just shut up and have sex with me."

[lauwrite1225]

Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria’s life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

Spotify Playlist • Masterlist

A/N : Happy Finan Friday my friends! Alright it's still thursday to most of yall, but it isn't in France anymore and I was to excited to post to wait the morning lmaoo. I had so many good feedbacks on chapter one, you all can’t imagine how happy it made me! So as you noticed, I like to change the moodboard for each chapter, I hve fun making this ahah, I hope you all don’t mind!

Warnings : blood and death

Chapter 2 : There’s a truth and it’s on our side

Victoria blinks several times at the man standing right in front of her. Her eyes go down and up his body, analysing every inch of him and when she realizes he is wearing the same sweatshirt as the man in the bookshop, she’s panic-stricken. He doesn’t even have the time to say a word as she closes the door in his face and presses her back against it. Did this psychopath follow her to her home? She doesn’t see any other explanation, or maybe it’s just the one making the most sense. Because even if it's the guy from the bookshop, it doesn’t explain why he is the one she’s been dreaming of for a month now. Christ, things couldn’t get weirder. 

She gathers all the courage she has and shouts through the door. “Who the hell are you?”

She hears the man scoff, the sound attenuated by the door. “Ya wouldn’t trust me if I tell ya like this.” 

Her fingers nervously drum on her thigh. “Are you… Are you the “time traveller”?” This question would probably make her sound crazy, but a stranger knocking at your door after following you from your work place is undoubtedly crazier. The thought makes her realize that keeping talking to him maybe isn’t in fact the best idea, and as the man hesitates to answer, she looks around for her phone. 

“Hum… Yes kinda.” He replies and Vicky freezes. He doesn’t even deny, which confirms her assumption that he really is mad. “But I’m not really a time traveler.” 

Victoria frowns. “What do you mean?”

“That’s hard to explain to a door.” He jokes but Vicky doesn’t laugh, so he answers in a more neutral tone. “I think you and I are the same.”

“The same?” She repeats, her eyes finally falling on her phone. She walks aways from the door to take it from the table and leans against the door again. 

She starts to type the number of the police when he speaks. “It’s goin’ to sound really weird. But… I’ve seen ya in my dreams.” Victoria immediately pauses, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Her breath strangely accelerates as she considers his words.

“How can I know you’re telling me the truth?”

“Ya’ve been in a car accident. That’s the first dream I’ve got of ya.”

Victoria is breathless. She has spoken to no one about it, only giving lies, affirming her car has been stolen. She doesn’t know if his answer should reassure her or not, but she switches off her phone and slides it in her pocket before unlocking the door and opening it just slightly. “How do you know that?” She asks him, her voice between fear and curiosity. 

The man’s gaze is soft as he rubs the back of his neck. “Told ya, I dreamt of it. Maybe we could talk inside? It's better if there’s no one to hear us.”

Vicky hesitates, staring alternatively between him and the inside of her flat, until she finally moves away. Every part of her mind is screaming at her how bad an idea it is to let this strange, very strange man in, but her intuitions and curiosity are thinking otherwise. She has spent the weirdest month of her life, and something is telling her he would have the answers. 

“What’s your name?” She asks, closing the door behind him.

“Finan.” He smiles. “And ya’re Victoria?”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I am.” She studies him from a decent distance, actually more like a safe one. He is every bit of the man she’s been dreaming of, tall, thick dark hair, a few scars on his face, strong shoulders and something she has grown to find endearing about him, his childish smile. She wonders if he knows she’s been dreaming about him as well, he would have probably already mentioned it if he did. “So, why do you think we are the same?” She asks, her arms crossed over her chest. 

Finan looks around, as if to be sure that there is no one else listening. “I think you died during your accident.” 

“What?” She exclaims, her eyes widening. “I wouldn’t be standing here if I was dead.” She answers, tilting her head at what seems to be obvious to her. 

“That’s why I said you died.” He replies, insisting on the last word. 

“So I came back to life?” 

“Yes.”

“That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard.” She says in an awkwardly neutral tone.

Finan rolls his eyes. “Then you should have a wound, anything that would prove you’ve had a crash. T’was quite violent of what I remember.” He raises an eyebrow and Vicky finds nothing to answer. He is right, she is miraculously alive, but the blood she found in the car and on her clothes doesn’t match that reality.

“How do you know all of that?” She asks again.

He moves forward but she immediately steps back. “I told ya, I think we’re the same. I died several times before.”

Vicky’s face twists in disbelief. “I can’t believe that.” She says. 

The man sighs, his shoulders falling heavily and looking up to the ceiling. “I guess I don’t have another choice than to make ya believe me.” He puts his hand in his pocket and removes a folding knife from it. 

“What are you doing?” She panics, stepping back even more.

He raises his hands in sign of peace. “Calm down, I won’t hurt ya.” He promises.

However, he unfolds the knife and to Victoria’s surprise he doesn’t try to attack her, but brings it to his neck. Finan takes a deep breath and murmurs something before sinking the blade in his throat, grimacing at the pain that occurs. A scream of horror escapes her as he falls to the floor, blood coming out of the wound and his mouth. She rushes to his side, removing the knife and pressing her hand on his throat to stop the bleedings.

“No, no, no, no… Stay with me, please.” She freaks out while Finan is bleeding to death on the floor of her flat, gasping for air. He holds her gaze, and in contrast to the time she dreamt of his death, he seems calm. With her other hand, she tries to find his pulse, but there’s nothing. “No…” She whispers, breathless. “No, no, no! You can’t be dead!” She starts to shake his shoulders and as he remains inert, she grabs her phone in her pocket and starts to tap the emergency number, trying not to tremble too much.

But before she can press on the green button, Finan takes a deep breath as if he is coming out of the water. Surprised, she drops her phone and falls back. He coughs several times, spitting blood as he sits up. Victoria can’t keep her wide opened eyes from him, especially when she notices how the wound in his neck heals by itself in a minute until there’s nothing, not even a scar. He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at the red puddle around him. 

“Hum… Sorry for the mess.” He apologizes as his eyes meet hers.

But Vicky can’t care less. “You were dead, and you’re fucking alive.” She whispers, not believing what she just witnessed.

“D'ya trust me now?” He asks her.

Vicky opens her mouth, but no sound comes out of it. She rubs her face with both her hands, not caring about the blood still on them. None of this makes sense, but it is undeniably real. “How did you do that?” She questions him, removing her hands.

Finan's gaze darkens for a brief moment. “I wish I knew.” He stands up, stretching his arms and her mind still can't grasp the fact that a few minutes ago he was dead. He walks towards her but he keeps the same distance she has settled before. “But I'm sure the same happened to ya.” 

Victoria looks up to him and there's some sort of joy sparking in his eyes to know she is like him and she wonders if until now, he has been the only one like this. She frowns, she knows nothing of him, but in a short time, he has revealed her every secret of what she could only call a superpower, and she feels like he deserves to know everything as well. 

“I dreamt of you too.” she says softly and it's Finan's turn to stare at her with wide eyes. 

He crouches in front of her. “Really?”

She shakes her head up and down vigorously. “I saw your death too. But you were wearing a leather armour, fighting in a clearing during the night.” Finan's face becomes as pale as a ghost as she explains her own dreams. “And then you're stabbed from behind, and I can feel all the pain, how the life is leaving your body.” She is quite surprised she succeeds to actually put words on it, thinking of it still giving her thrills. “I dreamt of other things, during other periods of time, but you’re always there.” She concludes, looking up from her bloody hands to him. “What does it mean?” 

“I’ve no idea.”

They both say nothing for a moment, simply trying to understand all the information. Everything seems so surrealistic to Vicky but she can’t deny all of this somehow makes sense. She sighs, like it could clear her confused thoughts and looks at the amount of blood on her floor. 

“Hm… I think I should clean that.” She says, pointing vaguely at the area. 

Finan looks behind him, grimacing. “Aye, let me help ya with that.”

“Sounds fair after you killed yourself in my entrance.” She adds as she rises to her feet, Finan doing so as well, chuckling lightly. 

She walks to a closet and comes back with a mop and a bucket. While she fills it with hot water and a little bit of cleaning soap, she discreetly observes Finan. It’s really strange to see him in a modern outfit after dreaming of him so many times in Middle Age clothes. She frowns, this thought bringing a new question.

“I have a question.” She declares, stepping towards him with the bucket while he grabs the mop she has leaned against a chair.

“Ask it.” He sinks the mop into the water and wrings it out while waiting for her question. 

“When did you die?”

The corner of his mouth rises. “I told ya, I died many times.” 

Vicky rolls her eyes. “I mean the first time.” 

Finan pauses, stopping to clean her floor, his eyes darkening as earlier. “Sometime during the ninth century.” He answers finally.

She makes a strangled sort of noise. “The ninth century? You’re what? A thousand years old? You look barely thirty!”

“I guess I should take that as a compliment.” He chuckles but Victoria isn’t in the mood to share a laugh. 

“Oh fuck me, you must be kidding me.” She sighs, sitting on the nearest chair. “Are you the only one like this?” She hesitates on a word that describes what she means but can't to a better one than : “Immortal?”

Finan shrugs. “As far as I know, there was just me until now.”

“So we are two.” She points her finger at her chest and then his. “Just you and I.” He nods, pinching his lips in a thin line while she shakes her head. “That's fucking insane.” 

“You're tellin' me!” He exclaims exaggeratingly.

But again Victoria ignores his attempt of jokes to ask another question. “How did you find me?”

His cheeky smile fades and he leans on the handle of the mop. “Well, in my dreams I could see moments of your life and I just tried to put all the pieces together.”

“That's creepy.”

This time he is the one rolling his eyes. “Trust me lass, when you'll have kept living for a millennial, being creepy will be the least of your problems.”

“So it was you in the bookshop?” He nods. “And you followed me?”

“I did.” He admits, finished with cleaning the floor. “Alright, maybe it really is creepy.” Victoria raises her eyebrows, as if she's surprised by his affirmation. “But it never happened to me before, and I just… I just had an intuition.”

“Well, it's maybe the least weird thing you told me since you knocked at my door.” She sighs taking the bucket and the mop from his hands to empty it in the toilets. When she comes back after putting everything back into the closet she pays more attention to the blood staining Finan's sweatshirt and her own clothes. “I should change clothes.” She says, pulling the edge of one of her sleeves, already annoyed by the time it will take to clean it correctly. “I must have something for you.”

Finan raises, probably doubting any of her clothes could fit him as she is a head smaller than him. 

“From my ex.” She answers, clearly having read his mind. 

“Ah, yeah. Thank ya.”

She walks away to her bedroom, taking the first clothes she finds and changing, making a pile of the dirty ones. Then she pulls out of a drawer a sweater from her ex that she hasn't thrown away yet. Before coming back to the living room she stops in the bathroom to wash her hands and face from the dried blood. The water is enjoyable, the only thing constant during this day where all her truths are being riled. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, meeting her own green eyes. 

“Maybe it's just a dream.” She says softly and brings her finger to her mouth. She bites in it, hard enough to break the skin. She hisses when she tastes a drop of blood on her tongue. It wasn't a dream. 

Suddenly, knocks at her door startle her and she bursts out of the bathroom. Finan is still in the middle of the living room, looking between her and the door. He looks as panicked as her and Vicky points at the room she just walked out of. 

“Hide in the bathroom.”

Finan doesn't object, grabbing the sweatshirt she hands him on his way. Once she has heard the door of the bathroom closing behind him she rushes to the front door and slowly opens. 

“Becca? What are you doing here?” Victoria asks after recognizing her best friend. 

Rebecca raises a surprised eyebrow. “You seem pleased to see me. I texted you I was coming.” She says, waving the hand with which she's holding her phone. 

“Oh… I'm sorry, I didn't really check my phone.” Victoria rubs the back of her neck. “Anyway, what do you want?”

Rebecca narrows her eyes, warning her that she's sounding weird, so she straightens a little and plasters her best smile on her face. 

“I forgot my gym bag here, yesterday. I just wanted to get it back.”

“Yeah, sure.” Victoria moves away from the door and Becca steps in, patiently waiting for her best friend to come back with the bag. 

She searches in the living room but she becomes pale when she hears a noise from the bathroom. “Is there someone else here?” She hears Rebecca ask. 

At the time she answers, she has found the bag and is walking back to her, quite nervous. “No.” She replies dryly and oh, how bad she is at lying, especially to Rebecca.

Her friend's face breaks into a mischievous smirk. “Are you hiding a boy?” 

Vicky stares at her with wide eyes before scoffing. “Absolutely not!” She hands her the bag quite abruptly. “Here's your bag. Do you need anything else?”

The tan skinned woman studies her for a second, no doubt knowing she's lying and Vicky is sure will probably hear of it in the following days. “No, that's all.” 

As soon as she's gone, Victoria heaves a sigh and turns around when the bathroom door opens. 

Finan's head appears from the small opening. “Am I the boy she's talking about?” 

“Obviously not, you're a thousand years old, old man.” She snaps, joining him.“The hell were you doing?” She pronounces her last words slower as she notices that he is standing bare chested in front of her, his skin covered with scars. She tries to keep her gaze on to his face, the blood now washed away from his beard and neck. “Doesn't matter. Get dressed.”

Vicky waits patiently in the living room for Finan to come back. When he comes back he’s wearing an uncomfortable smile, one of his thumbs jammed in his trousers pocket while he has his dirty sweatshirt in his other hand. There’s an awkward silence but Vicky couldn’t care less, sitting on a chair, her elbows resting on her thighs and her hands sliding into her hair. Finan comes closer to her and gently puts his hands on her shoulder, she doesn’t push him away, even if she wouldn’t usually allow such proximity with a stranger.

“Maybe I should let ya alone, so ya can process everythin’.” He says softly and when she lifts her head his gaze is as soft as his voice. She nods and he squeezes her shoulder before stepping to the fridge and writting something on a post-it glued on it. “That’s the hotel where I sleep, if ya need anythin’.” 

“Thank you.” 

He leaves right after, and somehow, Vicky hoped that as soon as he’d leave things would appear to be just a big joke. But she looks at the finger she bit earlier and there is no mark of her teeth, no wound. Her skin is as soft and healthy as usual.

A/N : This chapter’s dialogues are clearly the base of this fic, espacially the “a thousand yo??!!” sksks, or Finan killing himself, as @maggiescarborough​ told me : a real drama queen. Anyway, see you next week for the next chapter ;)

Tag : @obipoelover​ @for-bebbanburg​ @naps4bats​ @osferth​ @maggiescarborough​ @finansarms​ @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby​

[angelsswirl]

Petrichor

Seven

⚠️ This Chapter is rated mature for sexual content⚠️

Notes: Happy Holidays everyone! Here's a present from me to you! (Dont worry I'm still on break, this has always been scheduled for a Christmas present)

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"I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has gone cold. You're intertwining your soul with somebody else."

"Can I help you?" Jisoo opened her front door with a bored look on her face.

"How long are you going to be mad at me? It's starting to get annoying." You crossed your arms over your chest. Your jaw clenched and eyes locked in a semi-permanent glare.

"What makes you think I'm mad at you?" Jisoo frowned stubbornly.

"Oh, I get it now. You're a dumbass. Can't believe I hadn't noticed it sooner."

"Now, hold on." Jisoo held up a hand.

You poked a finger in Jisoo's chest, "You think you're all high and mighty just because you haven't slept with anybody else. I have needs, Jisoo! You don't get to decide who I do or don't sleep with."

Jisoo backed further into the apartment to avoid the probing finger. You followed her with a determined look in your eye. The door slammed shut behind you.

"You could have came to me!" Jisoo hollered, an almost imperceptible growl bubbled beneath the words.

"Your child was sick!"

"You didn't know that!"

"What was I supposed to do? Walk over here and ask you if you were available, then when you said no, head over to where I was going in the first place?" You sighed and shook your head, "One of us is missing the point, and it is not me."

Jisoo scowled even harder somehow. Her jaw is clenched and she's looking at the framed picture just passed your head.

"Are you 'having needs' right now?"

"I'm always 'having needs' because of stupid alphas like you!"

Before you can even blink, Jisoo has you pressed against the nearest wall, with her lips on yours.

It's a lot of clashing teeth and nipped lower lips, and you whimpered desperately or maybe that was Jisoo, you had somehow become so intertwined so quickly, it never became obvious.

Jisoo nipped lightly at your neck. A smirk danced across her kiss swollen lips. You shuddered.

Your back arched away from the wall as Jisoo's hand traveled down your still clothed stomach and into your jeans.

Jisoo groaned, "You're soaked." She pulled her hand back from its destination part way before returning.

"So I've been told."

Jisoo growled lowly, "Really? You want to be petty right now? With my hand down your pants?"

"What better time than the present?"

Jisoo's fingers traced the outline of your folds lightly, occasionally, grazing over your clit. Her movement is hindered by the tightness of your jeans, but she's determined to get you off like this first.

So, she pushed her her hand back down roughly. The heel of her palm brushed harshly against your center. Her fingers circling your entrance.

"Well, if you're so keen on talking during this, now would be the perfect time for you to beg."

You choked down a whimper, "Y-You know, you're at like the perfect distance for me to knee your dick into your throat, right?"

"So is that a no?"

"It's a keep talking and see what happens-Fuck!" Jisoo mentally patted herself on the back for that one. Her index finger curled slightly inside of you.

You couldn't have even begun to choke back the resulting whimper.

"You were saying?" A raised eyebrow accompanied her smirk. You made sure to clench your eyes shut.

"Do you make it your mission to be this insufferable?" You bit your lip as Jisoo pulled her hand out once again. You absolutely refused to beg, or do anything that would suggest you wanted Jisoo to put her hand back out of pure spite.

Jisoo, for her part, wasn't even thinking about that anymore. She had foregone her original plan. You weren't cooperating and Jisoo's straining painfully against her own shorts.

She leaned in to nip at your neck again. Her nose pressed firmly to your scent gland.

Jisoo never answered the question.

Instead, she dipped her thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. She pushed them down enough so they were out of her way.

"Jisoo." You breathed out, you were suddenly facing the wall. Jisoo pressed against you lightly.

You could feel Jisoo. Her arousal. Her breathe on your shoulder. Her hands roaming underneath your shirt, you have a feeling Jisoo won't bother to take that off of you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when there's a rustling of clothing, none of which involve anything you're still technically wearing. The heat of Jisoo's body left for about all of three seconds, before she returns sans shorts.

Jisoo chuckled into your ear, "Is this how you thought your morning would go when you woke up. Me, you, and this wall?"

You pressed your overheated face onto said wall. The cold drywall cooled your face almost immediately, "Fuck you."

"What do you think im trying to do?"

Jisoo nestled nicely between your thighs. Her hips slowly pumping back and forth.

You groaned, "Chu, please. I want you inside me."

Jisoo resisted the urge to fist pump, "Since you asked so nicely. I'm never letting you live this down, by the way."

You're sure under any other circumstances, you would have kicked her feet out from under her, but Jisoo's finally inside of you and you're not even totally sure what you were even thinking about three seconds earlier.

~•~

"Don't think this means I'm not still mad at you." You huffed petulantly as you adjusted all of your clothing back onto your body, the way it had been when you came in.

"Yeah, I'm not too thrilled with you either at the moment. Truce?" Jisoo shuffled back into her shorts. She held out her hand toward you.

You just stared at it, "Fine, truce." Your brows furrowed for a second before widening comically, "Where's your kid?"

Jisoo looked back at you confused for a moment, "Kid? What ki-Oh! She's at my parents for the week. You didn't think I'd have sex with you in my living room if she was here, did you? Of course not, I'd do it in the kitchen."

"I really can't stand you." You rolled your eyes before heading for the door.

"Then why do you keep talking to me?"

"Because Irene's already mated!" You shouted over your shoulder.

"Hey! Low blow!"

You only laughed as you exited the apartment.

~•~

She hates Whole Foods. She really does, but Lia's got allergies and it's the easiest place to shop for her.

She figured now was a good time to go grocery shopping. She wouldn't have to deal with the ankle biter pointing to every single flavor of Cheerios she recognized and pouting until Jisoo put it into the basket.

Speaking of Cheerios, Jisoo found herself in the cereal aisle. She grabbed a large box of plain Cheerios for Lia, then Lucky Charms for herself.

She was about to continue down the aisle, when her cart clipped someone in the back of the ankle.

"Sorry about that."

The owner of the ankle turned around with an easy smile.

"It's all good."

Jisoo's face lit up with recognition, only for the it to practically get slapped off her face with recognition of a different variety.

Jisoo is suddenly struck with the urge to maybe punch this woman in the face, she eventually decided that probably wasn't a good look.

Jisoo assumed she can probably sense you on her too and that's not good.

She breifly wondered if they were going to have to fight in the cereal aisle of this local Whole Foods, but then the other woman just says, "Hey, Jisoo. Long time no see."

"Yeah. It's been a while, Chaeyoung."

Rosé nodded resolutely before going about her business. Trying to get away from Jisoo as quickly as possible.

Jisoo decided to too, groceries be damned.

~•~

"You know it's no fun if you don't help." You smiled, you stared at Jisoo for a minute, waiting for her to respond.

Jisoo was supposed to be helping you clean your apartment. Instead, she had just been standing near your front door for the better part of 15 minutes. When Jisoo doesn't say anything, you just go back to cleaning with a small frown.

It isn't until 15 more minutes pass, that Jisoo actually does speak. You will forever fondly remember this next part as 'My Worst Nightmare Come To Life'.

"Do I even have a chance?" Jisoo wasn't looking at you. She only stared at the ceiling. Her hands clench to fists in her jeans pockets.

"What are you talking about?" You asked softly. You slowly placed your cleaning supplies onto the sofa.

"You have Rosé Fucking Park knocking on your door, and you still give me the time of day? Why?" Jisoo's shoulders shrugged nearly to her ears. She wrestled herself off the wall, then let her eyes drift to you.

"Because I-" Your chest hurt. Your eyes stung, and your head ache. You felt like you were curling in on yourself.

This was the very thing you didn't want to happen. You were supposed to choose one of them before they found out, so you didn't lose both of them.

"I thought-I thought. I don't know what I thought, but it doesn't matter anymore." Jisoo glared, not necessarily at you. Just at life in general. She glared at the very unfortunate hand she had been dealt.

"Wait. How did-Do you know Rosé?"

Jisoo shrugged again, "We went to college together, sung in the choir. But that's irrelevant. You could have told me. I wouldn't have gotten mad or anything. Or stopped letting you see Lia. Dammit, always second place."

"Chi-Jisoo, you're not second place." You choked on a sob. You can feel it. Jisoo's pulling away from you. And you sort of feel like you're been torn in two.

"So, I'm first?" Jisoo looked back up at you slowly. A subtle hopeful look bled into your eyes.

"Jisoo, I-" You swallowed harshly.

"Yeah. It sounds like you have a choice to make." Jisoo rubbed the back of neck, then headed for the door.

"Jisoo please." You went to reach for Jisoo's hand but stopped yourself.

"I'm just going to head out." Jisoo placed her hand on the door knob. She only hesitated a few beats before shaking her head and opening it.

"Soo..." The tears are leaking from your eyes in full force now. Jisoo continued to walk out the door.

It doesn't slam shut behind her, which you appreciated.

You wondered if you should call Chaeyoung, but you don't think you could handle her not picking up. You're not even sure if you could handle Chaeyoung actually picking up either, for that matter.

What would you even say?

That you were sorry? That you didn't mean to hurt anyone?

It all seemed a little too late for that.

[purplerose244]

Thoughts journal Ninjago season 13!! 🖤🖤 (4/4)

Here we are, at the end of just another season of Ninjago! And I've gotta say, until now it has been very good, I think I'm liking this season better than Prime Empire and Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu. I liked them too, but this one feels more complete and deep, also LILLY GOT A BACKSTORY HECK YEAH 😍😍

Prime Empire had one really great ending, so I'm very curious how this season will conclude! Spinjitzu burst? Some last minute plot twist? Cole and Vania confirmed...? 🙄

Here we go!!

THE DARKEST HOUR

So I'm guessing the guys aren't doing too good at the moment 😅

I know this is kind of a tense situation, but honestly Kai looking so confused at having to lead cracks me up 😂 "Do I have to say it? Is that what being in charge means?"

Lloyd: YOU

Jay: SHALL

Kai: NOT

Zane: BE GRANTED THE PERMISSION TO TRAVERSE BEYOND THIS POINT

I have no words, that was such an obvious reference in full Zane style so in character, I have tears. Beautiful 🤣🤣

Also they all look SO COOL 💚💙❤🤍

My ninja babies fighting together screaming NINJA-GOO!! Really this season feels like we're back in the old days, so cool! And they are so in sync, Kai lifting Lloyd up and Zane pushing others away and I LOVE THE FIGHTING ANIMATIONS 🤩

Poor Skull dude, he's trying to do his big bad guy monologue and he keeps getting interrupted 😂

It was cute that both tribes immediately refused to surrender, not sure if it was for pride or they actually care about their new ninja friends, but it was nice

Aahh, near death life experiences, the best way to elicit teamwork 👍 Nice scene, nice cute scene

Nnnnnyyyggg, Lloyd, that's the sacrifice look right there 😱 At least they just turned themselves in peacefully after reuniting the tribes... aaand of course he was lying, I hate that Skull dude 👿👿

THE ASCENT

Back to team Cole! Back to the Upply! 🖤 Quick guys, we're only three episodes left!! NEED TO GO BIG!!

Heeeeeyy, Wu back in business! I kinda missed him a bit taking control of the situation, it used to be him because he was the master. It really is a jump into the past this season! 🤩🤩

Sure let's go with the explosive cart, not like Cole and the other ninja haven't been piloting a falling apart rocket back to Earth before 🤷‍♀️

A Mech on rolleskates, why not? Does Cole even know how to go on those though? He was already out of the Tournament of Elements during Chen's Thunder Blade so I don't really know...

Lolz the monster was actually waiting staring at the wall, guess you don't get much fun in this mine 😅

COOL FIGHTING SEQUENCE COOL FIGHTING SEQUENCE COOL FIGHTING SEQUENCE 🖤🖤🖤

And a poor old couple of civilians traumatized. They need to be trained by the people of Ninjago City on how to deal with weird appearances 💪

I guess we're doing this 😅 Gonna be honest, this is the first very evident sweet look I see from these two. I like Vania, a lot, but another classic love interest? Uuuuhhh, Idk, Imma see the rest of the season and see what happens 🤷‍♀️

A baby dragon on a giant spider, one of my favorite things ever on one thing I fear... I'll let it pass just because Adam is a good boy 🕷🕷🕷

GO VANIA GO GIRL LET HIM KNOW WHO IS THE BOSS HERE!!! 💛💛💛

THE UPPLY STRIKES BACK!

I really like these DnD guys, they've grown on me, let's see what they have in store! 😁

Munce and Geckles under chains, ninja in a cage, the Skull dude has the control, we're back when we started... sucks to be a ninja sometimes 😅

Omg I'm loving that this dude is trying so hard to be menacing and he keeps getting ignored 😂😂 Aww cute, you think you're the first that wants to destroy the ninja? Such a special little snowflake 😘 Evil monologue, we've been going for 13 seasons now with various specials and a movie, we heard it already 🤷‍♀️

Also the reveal, and he's all "Your friend Cole is dead" and Lloyd "That's what they all say, buddy" 👌👌

Poor Cole just wants justice for his mom HELP EMOTIONAL AGAIN

I'm all for Cole's personal team, they should do missions together, like Jay's team in Skybound!... that technically never happened, BUT STILL COOL 🖤💙🖤💙

Oh boy oh boy oh boy got the swords, confrontation ready, BRING IT!! Ninja team is all in for this!! ❤💚💙🤍🌊

REVOLUTION!!!! 💪💪💪💪

Swords aren't usually Cole's weapon of choice... BUT DANG IT HE CAN SWING THEM, HOLY GARMADON!!! THIS IS THE FIGHTING SCENES I WANT!!! 😍😍

How is this the episode prior the finale? It already feels like the finale! What else is going to happen?

SON'S OF LILY

Oh with a title like this, it's a given that I will not survive. Oh boy, here goes, the FINALE!

Chaos, chaos, beautiful dragon of death and distraction, also gently reminder that Mino is also a very good boy 💕 Are the skeletons connected to the skull? Are they gonna stop reform when Cole defeats the Skull Sorcerer?

The swords are not actually magical? Huh, first weapon in this show that turns out to be a fluke, apart maybe the Dragon Armor of the Firstborne... that one stayed intact at least 😅

HERE COMES THE VALKIRIES!!! *classic related music plays*

THIS. FIGHTING. SCENES. ARE. SO. FREAKING. GOOD 😍 Also wow sensei, full kamikaze with a dragon? I guess the sacrifice gene really runs into that family 😅

COLE NO DON'T HURT ROCK BABY 😭

"Always." KIRBY STOP MAKING ME CRY WITH YOUR AMAZING VOICE ACTING SKILLS ALSO HOLY HOOLA GANG

THAT'S LIKE A SPINJITZU WITH THE TRUE POTENTIAL OMG HECK YEAH SHINE COLE SHINE!!! 🖤🖤🖤

A bit red, could mistake it for Kai's, but it's an orange earth lava burst so I understand

Cole: okay guys, done my part

Cole: wake me up when next season is out

LOOK AT VANIA BECOMING THE QUEEN WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL ATTIRE AND USING COLE'S MOTHER QUOTE BECAUSE SHE LEARNED SO MUCH FROM COLE AWWW 💛

Okay, since there weren't evident references to Nexo Knights this season, can I pretend Fungus shooting fireworks is one? Merlok used to do that almost at every season finale... IMMA PRETEND 🙃

She is so adorable, I really love her. Wished we've seen more of her bond with her father, it felt a little easy her giving up on him. Idk, Sky and Chen didn't have that much of a bond but she struggled a lot! But she is super cool and cute, I ADORE her 💕

This sounds like a pretty good experience for Lloyd who FINALLY spent a season without being scarred for life!!! He even met a princess who didn't plan his death!!! Montgomery things are getting better 💚

Well, that surprised me, I guess Cole and Vania like each other but not heavily? Just a very light mood, like they care a lot but no other step further. I'm very happy about this choice, you can see it as a couple if you want, but you can also say they are just good friends. Nice 👍

Oh no, Wu got his midlife crisis, SOMEBODY STOPS HIM 😱

Wherever the wind will take them okay, wherever the producers will decide to torture them 😗

Overall, great finale! 😁

FINAL THOUGHTS

I think I enjoyed Prime Empire's finale more than this one, but this season with all of its episodes was absolutely AMAZING 🖤

The Skull Sorcerer wasn't necessarily a bad villain, but the story kinda went into another direction in my opinion so his part wasn't fundamental. Which isn't a bad thing for me, it's actually new and exciting see the attention to the story instead of the villain, and I did enjoy how they made fun of how cliche he was being 😂

Vania was GREAT. Wished we had more time with her father to really establish what kind of bond they had, but overall I loved her, new best girl acquired 💛💛💛

FREAKING ROCK MOM!! FREAKING LILLY!! I'm so emotional just thinking about this family, omg, THIS is the content I want for Ninjago! Impactful, that makes sense, connected to the heart that makes you so much closer to a character! Finally the Rock family is getting more complex 🖤

I think this season really gave Cole justice, we got her mom's story, we've got him leading a team again, we've got him with a cool new power! 😍😍

For the other ninja it was okay, I really liked the shenanigans with the tribes and the cultures were really fun to explore. Was kinda like a side quest and for me didn't bring that much to the main story, but it was fun and it's fair, Cole had all the attention he deserved 👌

FIGHTING ANIMATION OMG HECK FREAKING YEAH 10/NINJA-GOOOO ❤💚💙🖤🤍🌊

Beautiful designs for the characters, in particular the Shintaro citizens, and also wonderful backgrounds and sceneries, that I thought were starting to lack but here seems much nicer to look at 🤩

What can I say? Ninjago still knows how to mess with my heart, and I'm so very happy about it. I think the so wanted Cole season was definitely worth it 🖤🖤🖤

Now, I heard voices about a possible Nya season... ABSOLUTELY YES, YES TO EVERYTHING, QUEEN GETTING HER OWN SEASON YES YES YES!!! 😍😍😍🌊🌊🌊 Besides that apparently Maya will come back, which is a dream coming true, if they give Nya the same attention they gave to Cole this season, I will be happy 😊