#I almost forgot JINX of all people

[tumblezwei]

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I am NOT putting Ruby on here bc that'll make it too easy for you people

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[lovedrruunk]

'Forget her

In which you get played by your situationship. Jinx thinks you deserve better anyway. (drabble!!!)

You sat on the couch in Jinx’s hideout staring blankly at the sky, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the ripped leather of the furniture. The bitter pit in your stomach hadn’t left since you heard it. Those carefully chosen words that meant everything and nothing at the same time, but you weren’t even sure why you were surprised. It wasn’t like you hadn’t known deep down that things wouldn’t work out with her.

But it still stung.

The situation had been complicated from the start. No labels, no promises, just two people who occasionally crossed the line into something that felt almost like more. You thought it was heading somewhere, but apparently she didn’t. And today, with a few short sentences, she made that clear.

“I’m not looking for anything serious.”

Classic.

You clenched your jaw, sinking back into the cushions. The room felt heavy and you hated that you’d let yourself get invested. You weren’t even sure why you had told Jinx you’d come over. You didn’t want to be a downer, but the idea of sitting alone with your thoughts had been worse. So now you were just sitting here, feeling like a total idiot for ever thinking she was serious about you.

“Ya know, if you keep sulking like that I might start thinking you forgot I exist,” Jinx’s voice cut through your mental spiral, drawing your eyes towards her. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed looking at you with a raised brow. “Not a good look for you by the way.”

You snorted, rubbing a hand over your face. “Yeah, well, it’s been a day.”

Jinx pushed off the door, walking over to flop down next to you on the couch. “A ‘day,’ huh?" One look at your face and she already knew. "Lemme guess. Her?”

You hesitated, not really wanting to dive into the whole mess, but the look she gave you made it clear she wasn’t about to let this go, she never does. Wasn't necessarily a bad thing you figured, you liked that about her. “Yeah… her. She finally dropped the ‘let’s keep things casual’ bomb. As if I didn’t already know that’s where it was going.”

Jinx let out a long whistle, pretending to look thoughtful. “Wow, shocking. Who could’ve ever seen that coming? Definitely not me, noooo,” she said with obvious sarcasm.

You shot her a look. “I know, okay? I knew it wasn’t serious, I just… I don’t know, I guess I hoped maybe it’d turn into something more.” The bitterness in your voice was hard to hide, even if you were trying to downplay how much it bothered you.

Jinx didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel her watching you, her usual smirk faltering a bit. “Look, I’m not saying I hate the girl—”

You raised an eyebrow. “You definitely hate her.”

“—I’m not saying I hate her,” she repeated, this time with a little more emphasis, like she was trying to convince herself as much as you. “But, y’know, she’s kind of… what’s the word?" She tapped her chin pretending to be in thought. "Trash.”

“Jinx.”

“What? I said I don’t hate her!” She threw up her hands, giving you an exaggerated innocent look before settling back against the couch, her tone becoming more serious. “But... seriously. You deserve better. You know that, right?”

You huffed, sinking further into the cushions. “Yeah, well, better isn’t exactly lining up around the block.”

Jinx’s brows furrowed, her lips twisting in that way she did when she was trying to keep something secret. “If it were me…” she started, then hesitated, glancing away like she was debating whether or not to say the rest.

You sat up a little, noticing the shift in her tone.

She cleared her throat, her voice a little quieter. “I’m just saying… If it were me, I wouldn’t make you guess all the time. You wouldn’t have to wonder where we stood, y’know? ‘Cause I’d make it pretty darn obvious.” She said with a light chuckle, her eyes glued to the floor.

You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in Jinx's tone. Her usual bravado had faded, leaving something raw in its place. You sat up a little straighter, turning to face her. “What are you saying?”

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and there was no teasing in them now. Just something deep, something real. She hesitated for a moment, like she was debating whether to push it further. And then she did.

“I’m saying…” She leaned in slowly, her voice barely a whisper “...I wouldn’t waste your time.”

You froze as she closed the distance between you, her hand brushing the back of your neck. For a second, neither of you moved. Her thumb grazed the skin just below your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

And then, before you could even process it, her lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, like she was waiting for you to pull away. When you didn’t, she deepened it, her fingers threading through your hair, pulling you closer. Her lips were warm, and the way she kissed you made it clear, this wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment thing. She had thought about this. Wanted this.

After the initial shock you kissed her back, your hands finding their way to her shoulders, pulling her closer. The frustration and hurt that had been swirling in your chest moments ago melted away, replaced by a new kind of warmth.

Finally pulling away you stared at her breathless, heart still racing trying to process what just happened.

She pulled back slightly, still grinning but this time it was softer, less playful. “What?” she asked, her voice lighter, teasing. “Not what you expected?”

You let out a small laugh, looking away feeling your face get hot. “Not exactly.”

“Well, I like surprising you.” She leaned in again, her lips ghosting over yours, but this time, she didn’t kiss you, just hovered close enough that you could feel her smirk widen. “So, you wanna sit here and keep sulking?...

Or do you wanna graffiti the bitch’s house?”

. . .

;p !!! this was super fast paced and unrealistic but its just practice! plus my first one shot in months! and tbf in what realistic world would jinx be in a relationship anyway lol... hope u liked!

[demonic0angel]

(Prompt: Clockwork gave Danny, Jazz and Jason a mission: Capture the Four Perils and bring them back to Ghost Zone)

"Hundun, Qiongqi, Taowu, and Taotie," Jazz said as she, Danny and Jason were looking at the cave. "the Four Perils. These creatures were said to be the ghosts of the four ancient criminals namely Huandou, Gun, Gonggong, and Sanmiao. You may knows Sanmiao is identified with Chiyou, a bull warrior that rebels against the Jade Emperor."

"There was a guy named Gun?" Danny asked.

"Yes, but his name is just means big fish in Chinese..." Jazz explained.

"So what're these creatures actually looked like?" Jason asked.

"Hundun is a yellow winged creature of chaos with six legs and no face, Qiongqi is monstrous tiger with wings that eats people, Taowu a reckless and stubborn tiger-like creature with boar teeth and human-like face, and Taotie is gluttonous... sheep and boar hybrid?" Jazz replied. "That's all the informations Clockwork gave to me."

"Ok, so now we've to those catch these guys, right?"

(An odd choice of capture targets but aight lmao)

“Yep,” Danny said. “Easy peezy.”

“You’re going to jinx us,” Jazz scolded, and Danny obliged her worries by knocking on the cave wall in place of wood.

But it was too late.

They hadn’t even needed to look for the Qiongqi. The moment the three of them had stepped out of the cave with intentions to go into the city to continue their search, the tiger-like monster immediately swooped in and tried to eat their faces off.

“Oh! I forgot that it bites off the noses of noble and righteous people!” Jazz recalled, and Jason immediately grabbed her and pulled her down as the beast lunged at them.

“Thanks for the info, Princess, but we’re in the middle of something?! Stop getting distracted and catch the damn thing!”

So while Jazz and Jason were fighting off the Qiongqi, Danny ran off to capture the Taowu, which was trying in vain to fight the cars in the middle of a street, blocking an intersection with its body as people screamed and ran away from it. Seeming to think that the screams were cheers, the Taowu preened and was even more enthusiastic in trying to kill the cars as Danny dodged its chaotic moves to try and catch it.

The Taotie was slightly more difficult to find after the three of them struggled to capture the first two. It had been found inside of a restaurant, hiding within the freezer and eating everything in sight, even the metal walls. It took a few days before anyone found it and reported it.

Finally, the three of them only needed to find the Hundun. It took a long, long time, almost a week before they found the faceless creature helping the Joker in a new plan to torment everyone in Gotham. It was quickly solved with some ghostly technology, but by the end, Jason’s eye was twitching and Danny looked like he was about to wring the necks of anyone who was about to approach him.

Clockwork watched them with a small smile on his face as they all trudged up the steps to his lair.

“You found them?” He asked, his form shifting.

“If you weren’t Jazz and Danny’s grandpa, I’d tell you to fuck yourself,” Jason hissed as he tossed the special container that held all Four Perils to Clockwork. Clockwork caught it and chuckled.

“But you got to spend time with Jazz, right? It’s not all bad.”

Danny growled, crossing his arms, “It was bad for me. You’re on thin ice, old man.”

“Maybe next time, I’ll send you on a mission with��”

“SHUT!!”

[eternalwanderer-stories]

Usually, Jinx is compared to Harley Quinn – you know, firearms, insanity, sick codependent relationships and all that sort of thing. Jinx in LOL even got the nickname "Harley Queen of Runeterra" (and maybe for the game version it's even fair to some extent, but I still don't like it).

But to me, Jinx has a lot more of the Joker in it. And it's not about the madness itself or the love of sophisticated and spectacular traps, but in some aspects of the philosophy of his behavior.

In the 2008 film "The Dark Knight", the Joker utters one of his legendary phrases (if you haven't watched the movie or forgot about this fragment, then you can watch it here):

Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it!  You know, I just, do things. The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon’s got plans. You know, they’re schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how, pathetic, their attempts to control things really are.

And it's actually so much like Jinx.

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Do I really look like a guy with a plan?

You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! 

You know, I just, do things.

Interestingly, even in the League of Legends itself, Caitlyn has this voice line when she first meets Jinx: "Is there a point to this madness, Jinx, or is it just a channel for your pain?

Jinx's psychological trauma has become a determining factor for almost all of her actions. It cannot be said that Jinx has no purpose at all in her actions (if we are talking about specific actions like stealing a stone or going to help save Vander), however, globally, among the many important figures like the Piltover Council or Silсo, who have a very clear plan and prospects for its development, but Jinx is really like that dog running after the car. The desire for love and for its mechanical gadgets to work is not a plan per se, but rather it is an unrealized natural human need. Jinx is unpredictable and impulsive – you really can't predict what a girl might do at any given second. Moreover, impulsive action always comes to the fore, and its consequences and causes seem to fade into the background.

This is and the shot at the girl-firelight who looked like Vi, and this is the explosion of a bomb in her hands on the bridge during a fight with Ekko, and the decision to steal a stone after a failed mission with shimmer, and the decision to arrange an ominous "family dinner" in the last episode for Vi, Silco and Caitlyn, rocket launch into the Piltover Council building – all these are impulsive actions caused by a specific trigger. Jinx doesn't know what she will do with the consequences of the action she has committed – she has a trigger and just do the thing.

She, like the Joker, can perfectly cope with thinking through her clever traps and she has succeeded in creating her weapon (as a certain planned actions), and yet "I just do things" is actually always at the center of everything.

The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon’s got plans.

You know, they’re schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds.

The Piltover Council has plans. Silo has plans. Ambessa has plans.

Big and Important People have their grand plans and try to control their own worlds. Piltover is busy researching Hextech and developing trade with the help of new technologies, Ambessa is trying to strengthen her position to protect her family and to get her hands on weaponized Hextech, Silсo is trying to achieve independence for Zaun, simultaneously developing the use of shimmer in various directions.

The Main Pieces on the chessboard, protected by pawns, determine the course of a large and intricate game, each in its own world.

I’m not a schemer.

I try to show the schemers how, pathetic, their attempts to control things really are.

But there is one hand that just knocks down the entire chessboard, breaking the course of the whole game. From the most important pieces to the small pawns, all plans are destroyed, the whole course of the game is turned upside down.

The kids sneaked into Jayce's apartment to steal something valuable - Oh, the friendly company of Powder, sandwiches and explosive crystals has a surprise for you.

The kids ran to rescue Vander – Hooray, Powder's bomb finally worked!

Silco planned an important shimmer delivery – Well, we know how it all ended.

Firelights trying to sabotage the shimmer supply – Receive backfire.

Piltover decided to use Hextech for his own purposes – Well, you've already lost one stone.

Jayce wanted Jinx arrested – Get ready for war, man.

Vi and Silco wanted to establish a relationship with Jinx – Get a crazy dinner with the whole family at the end.

Piltover has made an important decision regarding the Zaun and using their own technologies – Congratulations! But it's too late, catch the Jinx rocket right in your face.

Jayce and Viktor have come to a final decision about their research the hard way – It's great, but Jinx rocket is still flying at you.

All plans – from small to global – were destroyed. The difference between the Joker and Jinx is that the Joker is well aware that he spoils all the plans of the schemers and consciously assumes the role of someone who shows how pointless all this is and can be destroyed at any moment. Jinx does this unconsciously (but even if she is aware, it is only partially). Jinx doesn't assume the role of an "agent of chaos". Jinx, as the true "jinx", is the very agent of chaos, its source of embodiment and is its natural essence.

Could Piltover control her? — no.

Could Vi and Vander control her? — no.

Could Silco control her? – no (of course, he influenced her as a father figure and mentor, but has Jinx ever been an obedient daughter?)

Primordial and uncontrolled chaos that no one is able to curb.

Schemers can make their plans as much as they want, but there is always someone who will show how ridiculous and pathetic their attempts to control something look.

All plans will eventually be destroyed.

Because of Jinx.

[grimdarling69]

Spencer Reid is a bat Good Mom!Talia Editon One-shot

Spencer Reid has been an enigma for as long as Derek had known him.

Eidetic memory, never wore matching socks, love for statistics and math, and a special interest in languages, etc. Reid was one of his closest friends in the bau for years now, but he'd never have guessed how hot his mom was.

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Spencer was having a terrible day. Firstly, he forgot his lunch, missed his stop, had to wait for the next, and then almost ran to work, and when he finally made it, the coffee machine was broken. The only thing that was going to save it was the fact his mom was coming into town for a mission and wanting to meet up after work.

"You're late, pretty boy!" Morgan laughed at him. He attempted to ruffle his hair, but he dodged it, knocking himself against his desk. That would leave a bruise. At least his family wasn't here, Dami would tell him he was embarrassing the family name despite the fact he didn't even have the family name.

"Fuck..." he grumbled clutching his leg and limped behind his desk to collapse into his chair.

"Definitely not my day." He complained.

"Come on, boy genius! At least we dont have a case!" Penelope exclaimed.

"Pleaee for the love of God dont jinx us." Prentiss begged, lining up her paperwork on her desk.

"Bad day, Spencer?" She queried amused." Don't even get me started." He complained, throwing his arms back.

She snickered at him but returned to her own work. Garcia continued past to her own office after stealing her pen he borrowed yesterday, and Morgan simply smirked and sat back down.

The day continued with occasional questions or jokes. Some of the paperwork had begun to stack, and they were taking the day to complete it, but the rhythm of paperwork was drolling.

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Penelope had made a deliciously delightful and creamy pasta dish for dinner last night and taken the leftovers to split with her chocolate thunder. Derek and her were currently on their way to the closest microwave when they saw her.

Her being an incredibly good-looking older woman of possible Middle Eastern descent approached them.

"You two look like you know your way around the building, care to show me the way to the cafeteria?" She spoke with a calm and fluid voice with slight humor in it and an Arabic accent. The kind of voice, the words, that just roll together, and you just know they sing heavenly. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, and it raised a slightly uneasy feeling in her stomach.

She was dressed simply but richly. The kind of clothes she could only dream to buy and never pull off.

"I don't know who's asking?" Derek attempted to flirt.

"I don't appreciate my time being wasted by shameless dogs like you. I'm already spoken for, and even if i wasn't, i certaintly wouldn't waste my time with you." She spoke harshly, shoving past between them barely avoiding bumping shoulders.

"Good lordy, what her problem?" She attempted to joke, trying to pick up her slack jaw.

"I don't know, but i don't like it." Derek warned in that sexy and mysterious voice of his.

Derek turned around and trailed behind that woman's expensive pencil skirt. She unfortunately realized that she wasn't going to be able to heat up her pasta and would have to eat it cold again. She lamented for a second, then followed him past the few people milling about.

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Derek had been in the fbi, police, and marines way too long to not be suspicious of a woman like that. He's seen plenty of men underestimate pretty women and miss the sharp keen eyes and get stabbed by their sharp keen knives, and he wasn't going to let that happen to any of his friends. Mostly Reid and Baby girl, the others don't need his help all that much.

She was walking fast, suddenly with a mission, and Derek somehow lost her in the lunch crowd. Eventually, he realized he couldn't see her and was getting nowhere, so they made the decision to head back to the bullpen she was probably long gone anyway.

By the time they made their way back after they found a microwave , they had all but forgotten about the mysterious woman until they saw her perched on Spencer's desk stealing his food.

Henquicku catologed the others in room watching in the room. Rossi and Emily were shamelessly watching a few desks away while Hotch and JJ were near his office on the railing, both pretending not to notice.

"What's going on?"He whispered to them. "That is apparently a woman close enough with Spencer to go to his apartment while he's gone and notice his lunch is on the counter so she made him homemade to replace it and brought it to his work." Rossi stated without looking away.

The woman was smiling lovingly at Spencer, and sharing a large dish of some Middle Eastern dish, he'd butcher the name of.

They continued shamelessly staring, but the woman would occasionally look st, then from the corner of her eyes. Spencer was laughing with her and smiling wider than he's seen him smile in years.

" I can't do this anymore. I'm asking them." Emily suddenly announced stsndingnuo and taking the room in great strides.

" Wait, Prentiss-" both he and Rossi tried in vain to stop her and were outmatched by Garcia folding shirts after her much slower.

"Hi, SSA of the BAU Emily Prentiss." She introduced herself with a kind smile and an outstretched hand.

"It took you all long enough to end your blatant eavesdropping." She spoke harshly, staring at the hand as if it had personally offended her.

"Talia, please not now." Spencer hissed at her, his voice scandalized.

"But habbibi-," the newly dubbed Talia tried defensively, attempting to explain himself.

Habbibi? Wasn't that some kind of Arabic word for love or something like it. He really wasn't as languidly gifted as the others.

"These are my friends and coworkers. Please play nice for my sake." Spencer pleaded. He could see Hotch and JJ finally making their way to them from the corner of his eye.

He turned to look questionably to look at Rossi but only got a shrug and a grimace all in one.

"Talia, pleased to make your acquaintance." She spoke as if her words poked at her own being.

" I'm-" He attempted.

"I already know who you all are, kalb." She spoke disdaned.

" Mom!" Spencer shouted suddenly incredibly offended.

"Mom...?" He heard Garcia mutter under bresth. You and me both baby girl.

" Reid, who is this?" Hotch questioned.

" Why I'm his mother. Don't you see the resemblance?" She spoke smoothly, her chin coming to rest on her hand. Her crossed legs and one hand on her lap while the other rested on her leg holding her head up directly contrasting Spencer's scandalized face, but the way he was now leaning backward arms crossed staring her down started to seem a little familiar.

While their mannerism were similar, their everything else was different. Spencer face shared no Middle Eastern features, and with light curly brown hair and chocolate eyes, her straight dark brown hair, and almost glowing emerald eyes, they were far from having any family resemblance.

"I thought your mother was Diana Reid?" Garcia asked hesitantly.

"Well, genetically speaking, yes." He answered, cringing st his own words.

"And legally." Hotch spoke deeply.

"Well, my beloved never cared much about laws anyway." She waved it off, disinterested.

"Mom! We are in a federal building!"

" What? You know he kidnapped Jason off the streets. That's far from the worst law he's broken anyway." She continued.

"He was later legally adopted. I never was." He spoke, his voice wavered slightly.

"Oh, habbibi, he would adopt you the second you asked. He keeps all the papers up to date in his office." She comforted.

" I... Um Hotch?-" His eyes were becoming suspiciously damp.

" Take the rest of the day, Reid." Hotch spoke simply before turning bakc to his office talimg Rossi with him. What a softie.

And as he watched Spencer and his mom walk out, he couldn't help but think more on the enigma of Spencer Reid.

A/n I loved writing Penelope and tried to bleed her cooky personality into her pov. The reason why Talia is a little bit more harsh is because she knows they weren't really there for her son when he was struggling with like Hankle and the other stuff so I wanted to make her have a bit of a grudge against them.

[justanerddummie]

Ok, I'm going to ramble once again, about the new amazing sneak peak that at least to me feels like Vi is kind of trying to put herself in jail once again, it's pretty long so I'll put a cut.

It's kind of the perfect parallel with s1 if you think about it, except this time it's not Marcus that drags her in Stillwater but it's Vi who creates a weird version of it by herself.

"So you just wave an arm, have someone dragged out, don't bother to find out what it does to someone being stuffed in a stone box for weeks, months or even years" this is what Vi tells jayce after he threatened her to have her arrested and it's kind of what we see in the sneak peak. Vi locks herself in her one bedroom apartment and slowly loses her sanity with every passing second, only to go downstairs when she can't take it anymore - no one can convince me that the apartment isn't right above the fighting pit - and either gets herself beat up until she looses consciousness or drinks enough to pass out.

The fact that she hallucinates Caitlyn makes me think that she's going to blame herself for Cait's villain era, almost as if she created not just Jinx but another monster, and in a weird and fucked up way I think this is also Vi's way of getting a time-out from being herself, from being the reason everybody goes batshit crazy and the only way she can do it is by locking herself away in the deepest pit the underground has to offer, a place where her actions affects her and only her (somebody please go check on her).

In Vi's head it all makes sense, and I don't think this is an identy crisis, I think this is the end of a cycle for her, (like if you think abt s1 it's pretty obvious how the "kids" are making the same choices of their parents with a few differences here and there but with the same results, and then the cycle starts again) this is the end of the story of her trying to save her sister and accidentally turning the naive, bright eyed enforcer that got her out of jail in an even bigger monster, so she decides to lock herself up, to punish herself.

This is the pinnacle of Vander's education (don't get me wrong I love the guy, but in trying to teach Vi what he learned from his mistakes he forgot to teach her that other's people actions are not her fault), now what remains to be seen is if this is just another beginning of the same cycle or if she'll manage to break it.

Because at the end of the day I think Vi's the only character who can manage that, she's the link between top side and underground and possibly one the few characters who is capable of forgiveness, not for herself unfortunately but for others, yes, she is.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 66

anon - Hi!! I have a request for the baby scarab series, can we meet Jean-Paul Duchamp? Also know as frenchie, he was a French mercenary along side Marc in the comics,I was thinking what they could be kind of an uncle? Pls don’t feel pressured to write it tho <33

~~~ @0scars1saac - Do we still acknowledge our taweret and ugly khonshu plushies?

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? hella angsty, the kids fight, idk i already forgot everything else, let me know if i missed anything.

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it was already months later, almost the last day of school and you are doing great.

you have almost all b’s, gone on more dates with casper, and you and your dads go mini golfing every weekend now since jake knows a guy.

you would lose every time though, and marc would laugh in your face when you fall to the ground while fake crying.

you would grab onto his leg and beg for a rematch but he would just say no.

and this all occurs in public with people recording you by the way. but then one of your dads yells at them to delete it while you’re still laying on the dirty ground while fake crying.

steven would then take you for ice cream so you were all better after all the madness that’s always bound to happen.

but right now.. its less fun.

you were stuck at the kitchen table with steven on a saturday studying for a big test coming up, and it’s worth 50% of your grade.

you hand your head in your hand while steven rambled about amino acids or some shit.

“…so they can build up your muscles even though you personally wouldn’t need any- are you listening to me?” he snaps his fingers in your face, making you flinch and glare at him.

“sorry- i- i just keep zoning out..” you start. “i can’t focus knowing my whole grade depends on this test” you run your hands down your face in frustration.

steven sighs, taking his glasses off. “how about we keep going for five more minutes.. and then we can take a break” he offers and you nod.

“so what did i just say?” he asks and you groan. 

“i don’t know, i wasn’t listening” you admit and he chuckles.

“i said that amino acids can build muscle, now write it down” he forces a pencil into your hand and shoves your notebook towards you.

you grumpily write it with all your other notes as steven puts his glasses back on.

you smile when you look over to him, seeing that he never bothered to take the hello kitty stickers off of them.

steven notices and smiles back. “break time, yeah?” he asks and you nod.

“i’m so sick of school” you groan, getting out of your chair and going into your room before coming back out with both the taweret plushie and the khonshu plushie.

steven sighs. “i know you’re sick of it, but you graduate in literally a week and a half” he starts. “you’re being too dramatic-“

“dramatic…?” you blink at him.

steven gets out of his chair to face you, with both plushies in your arms.

“you think i’m dramatic?” you put a hand to your heart, dropping the plushies to the ground and falling to your knees.

steven just stares down at you.

“how could you even say that?! you’re such a penis!” you yell at him, before breaking character and laughing.

steven raises an eyebrow before sighing tiredly. “very funny, now get up off the floor and you can go play on your phone for a bit” he says which makes you rush to the kitchen to grab it off the charger.

“gods, she’s making my hair turn grey-“ 

“don’t jinx it, looking like i’m thirty is what gets me tips from the ladies” jake interrupts as marc scoffs.

“yeah right, like you get ladies-“ marc laughs, and you listen to them bicker while you text casper.

you : come over rn

casper <3 : i can’t im at work :(

you : then quit 

casper <3 : bitch i need money i’ll come over tomorrow 

you : don’t call me a bitch unless you want your ass beat

casper <3 : oh no i’m so scared 

you : ok smart ass i’ll see you tomorrow 

casper <3 : okay i love you :)

you : i love you too stupid :)

you smile down at your phone as your three dads continue to argue as steven makes tea.

you begin scrolling through tiktok, when you see a vegan recipe come up. it was a cake recipe, so your put it in your favorites to make later. 

possibly in the middle of the night.

you stand up to approach steven to help with the tea when there’s a knock at the door, shocking all of you.

you raise an eyebrow and look to marc, who had fronted out of habit.

“i can get it” you mumble, going to open the door before marc pulls you away.

he puts a finger to his mouth into a signal to stay quiet. “go to your room, close the door, and do not come out until one of us gets you” he tells you quietly and you send him a worried look and nod shakily before doing so, closing your door and sitting against it, listening.

you shift so that your ear was against the door, and you make sure the cats were still sleeping on your bed.

you feel a nervous pit form in your stomach as you here parts of a tense conversation between marc and whoever was at the door. 

“is it really so bad that i come say hi?”

“yes, now get out of my house-“

“wait, those ain’t your stuffed animals are they? didn’t know you still had those” the mystery voice chuckles.

you could tell the voice was from a man, but you had no idea who.

“this is a bad time- now get out-“

“hang on a second.. i know it’s a bad time but it’s been a while”

you keep listening when pedro and luna decide to start bothering you, woken up from their nap.

“shit-“ you whisper, trying to get them to stop meowing at you.

“shhh- shut up-!” you whisper shout at them when you hear footsteps coming to the door.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ you say a bit louder, holding both of the cats in your arms.

“i knew i heard a voice, now who’s in there?” the man asks and you can tell marc is anxious, but can’t do anything to remove the guy.

“nobody, just leave it alone. can we talk somewhere else-“

“now wait just a minute, we’ve known each other for years and you won’t tell me who’s in there? are they that embarrassing?” he jokes and you roll your eyes, setting the cats on the bed.

“no- she’s not embarrassing just- i didn’t want you to freak her out, you know how you get-“

marc is cut of by the man opening the door, making you look over in shock.

he was wearing dirty old boots and black jeans with a plain dark brown sweatshirt.

he makes eye contact with you and smiles, looking back at marc.

“is she yours? is she- is she your kid?” he asks excitedly and approaches you.

marc tries to stop him but the man reaches forward to hug you tightly before anyone could say anything.

you tense and stand still, looking at marc over the man’s shoulder.

“get off of her, frenchie” marc glares at him, so he lets go of the hug to just look at you.

“she don’t look like you” he says and you clear your throat.

“she’s adopted. now get out of her room” marc keeps a glare pointed at the man he called frenchie.

he waves his hand in marc’s face. “is she laylas?”

“no. get out-“ “why would you ask that after he just said i’m adopted?” you and marc say at the same time.

frenchie just tilts his head at you with a shrug. “just wonderin’”

you blink at the man. “so what’s your name then, little spector?”

“leave her alone dude-“

“marc- dad it’s fine” you sigh. “it’s y/n” you mumble and he gasps lightly.

“that’s a beautiful name-“

“okay that’s enough” marc drags the man out of your room by the collar of his sweatshirt.

“but marc i’m just tryna get to know her, she’s your kid for pete’s sake!” he exclaims in the kitchen as you peak out of your room to watch them.

“yeah dad, be nicer to your friend” you step out to join them in the kitchen.

“yeah marc, be nice to me. after all we’ve been through” he says dramatically.

you like this guy. he’s a lot like you.

“how do you even know each other?” you ask and they both go quiet, and marc gives you a shrug with pursed lips.

“..so you met when you were a mercenary?” you ask even though you already know the answer.

frenchie blinks a few times. “do you just tell her everything?” he sighs. “man she must be a good kid if you trust her with that information” he tells marc and he feels a sense of pride in his chest.

“well yeah, she’s my kid-“

“yeah i can tell” he starts. “i can see the resemblance. not physically but i can sense it” he tells both of you.

“kinda like that spider thing i saw on facebook- it’s like i just know things” he explains while you and marc make eye contact.

“okay well you’ve said hi so now you can go-“

“oh no, i have to stay here. lay low you know?” frenchie says and marc’s eyes widen, sputtering over his words. 

“you can’t stay here! it’s- it’s a school night and-“

“and what? if it were you i’d let you stay” frenchie retorts.

you look over at marc and shrug while he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb.

“fine. you’re sleeping on the couch and you’re not going to be bothering my daughter” marc says sternly and frenchie crosses his heart with his fingers.

“another time perhaps-“ “no”

“come on, partner!” frenchie throws an arm around marc as he tenses up a tad. “i can be her cool uncle frenchie!”

“no”

you just pray for marc and retreat to your room where both your cats are laying on your pillow.

you sigh and stare at them, not wanting to move them and risk waking them up.

so you sigh and decide to just go to your dads room, laying in his bed with your plushies, waiting for him to join you since the weather is starting to get colder.

you eventually fell asleep and marc just stifled a laugh when he saw you taking up all the space in his bed.

he finally got frenchie to sleep on the couch so he was exhausted. 

he gently moved you so he could get on the bed to get a good nights sleep, not knowing he’s going to be totally pissed of in the morning.

~~~

you wake up to your alarm, and the smell of… bacon?

you open your eyes and see that marc was still fast asleep, which made you panic for a second before remembering marc’s ‘friend’, frenchie was still here.

after getting out of bed and sneaking off to your room to get dressed, you head out to the kitchen to see marc still half-asleep and glaring at frenchie as he cooks bacon and some for of omelettes.

you blink a few times before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your medicine, texting casper your regular ‘good morning baby girl’ message and going back out into the kitchen.

it’s a little weird when he didn’t answer right away like he usually does, but maybe he was busy at the moment.

you walk into the kitchen and sat next to marc at the table, nudging his side with your elbow.

he looks to you with a raised brow. “what’s wrong?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“the fucker is using my stuff. without asking” he says grumpily and you sigh.

“come on dad, he’s your friend right?”

“jakes friend-“

“he said he’d do the same for you-“

“he doesn’t have a kid at home” marc argues and that’s when frenchie approaches, putting three plates down.

“actually, i do” he says, shocking marc. “wife and two kids, one on the way”

“i didn’t mean it like that-“

“i know” frenchie smiles at marc and sits down, digging into his food, and you do the same.

“wow, this is great” you mumble and frenchie laughs.

“glad you think so” he smiles at you. that was when you finally got a text back, which just read ‘morning.’ 

with a period on the end. uh oh.

you furrowed your brows and left it alone, hoping to talk to him a school like a normal person.

~~~

marc sent you on your way after breakfast, and frenchie ended up giving you a hug even though marc was screaming at him to leave you alone.

you just laughed it off and left.

you meet casper in your usual spot and notice he’s more tense than usual.

“hey.. you okay..?” you approach carefully, not to set him off.

he just nods and starts walking in the direction of the school, making you jog to catch up to him.

“are you sure? you can talk to me, you know..” you offer and he just sighs before his eyes dart to you, red around the rims.

“he hit her” he mumbles and you both stop walking.

“…wh-what..?” you start. “who are you talking about-“

“my dad, y/n. he hit my mother” he tells you tensely and you move closer to him.

“you don’t have to explain anything.. but i really think you should tell someone- they can help you” you offer.

“no. my mom still can’t find a job snd allison is scared out of her mind- she- she saw it y/n, she saw him hit her!” he exclaims and you nod, taking his hands in yours and moving to the side of the walkway.

“casper, we know somebody who could help you, we can give you all a home where your dad won’t be with you- and you won’t even have to worry about paying-“

“we can’t- why cant you just understand?!” he begins, startling you with his shouting. “all he has to do is say the word and it would ruin our lives! he has too much power over her! my mother is scared- too scared to even leave the house!”

“casper please calm down, we can help you guys-“

he laughs bitterly. “no- you- you can’t help us, for once you just.. can’t” he scoffs and starts walking towards the school again. 

“wait- just let me explain how we can-“

“no. i am done talking to you. just- give me some space, alright?”

“why don’t you ease up a bit?”

“ease up..?” he stops to turn around to face you. “you have no idea how i feel right now-“

“oh my god- you know every single little detail about me, and you’re seriously telling me that i don’t know how you feel?!” you shout back.

he scoffs again. “no. because before a year ago you didn’t even have parents” he says, and the look on his face makes it seem like he regretted saying that completely.

you stand still and tears gather in your eyes. “..you’re fucking joking right now..” you say more to yourself than to him.

“y/n i’m sorry- i just-“

“no i know.. it.. you’re just stressed. i get it” you let out a sad laugh. “you just said what you had to so that you could feel better about yourself”

“i’m serious! i didn’t mean it!” he approaches you but you take a step back.

“i hope you’re fucking happy with yourself right now” you send a slight glare to casper as you pass him, speed walking to school.

it was going to be a long day.

and khonshu..

he saw all of it.

~~~

you got home that night in a terrible mood.

you walked back all by yourself because you were still angry at casper, and you knew that your dads would be asking what was wrong until you told them.

you arrive in the elevator and sniff as you press your floors buttons, trying your hardest not to cry.

immediately after opening your door you burst out in tears, jake coming to you while you hug him.

“mi vida- what happened?! are you okay?!” he asks in a rush, snaking his hands around your waist to hug you back.

“w-we got in a fight-!” you sob.

“okay.. okay its- it’s okay” he assures you, looking to marc who was glaring out the window from the mirror.

“i- i know he didn’t m-mean it but-“ 

“hey, cariño” jake starts, leaning back to wipe your tears from your face gently. “what happened? can you tell us..?” he asks and you nod, taking a few deep breaths.

“he- his dad hit grace, and i told him we could- we could help but he got mad saying he doesn’t n-need help and he said something about me not having parents until you guys a-and i haven’t talked to him since” you rush out before breaking into sobs again.

jake let’s go of you to get you a box of tissues while you sit down on the couch.

you cry into a tissue as jake stares at marc in the mirror on the coffee table.

“i think we need to have a talk with the harts..”

jake nods. 

“again”

~~~ A/N - im so so sorry that i haven’t posted in a while i’m just going through mega writers block and i’m actually getting my tonsils out in a month so i’ll have more writing time lol. i miss all of you so much, and i hope to see you all soon. :) with much love, v.

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Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 24: Thanksgiving ✍️

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of babies, guns, sappy moments, some angst (mickey and jinx aka finx are having problems in paradise guys) and all the love of the Dagger family.

A/N: FUCKING FINALLY THE THANKSGIVING CHAPTER IS FINISHED WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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After a sleepless night and a hectic morning rummaging through your wardrobe for something appropriate to wear to a Thanksgiving dinner with the Seresins, er, the Mitchells, you collapse on your bed and sob.

Poor Bradley comes running to you immediately. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” 

“I don’t have anything to wear. I’m big. And fat. And ugly!” You whine, covering your face with your hands. 

“You’re dumb.” He says, and you raise your head, nose red and wet cheeks staring at him. Your lower lip trembles, and he chuckles. “What I mean is that you’re dumb for thinking that you’re big, fat, and ugly. Maybe you are big, but you have two beautiful babies inside, so of course you’re gonna be a bit bigger. But you’re not fat. You’re actually really hot.” 

You frown, pointing a finger at his face. “Don’t give me that look.” 

“What look?” He questions, smiling teasingly. 

“That one!” You throw a pillow at his head. “That look got us here. Pregnant!” 

“Well, it was actually the 2% of uselessness of the condom but- Don’t hit me again!” He grabs the pillow and gets up. “I forgot to give you something. Wait here.” 

He comes back with a green maternity maxi dress. It has long sleeves and some flower embroidery. It’s absolutely beautiful. “Is that for me?” 

He nods, a shy smile on his face. “You like it? I know my fashion sense isn’t the best, but I think this one is really cute.” 

“It’s beautiful, Bradley.” You stand up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” 

He stays there for a moment, looking at you with warm eyes. “I’ll let you change. I’ll be waiting in the living room, okay?” 

“Okay.” You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him, and you know that if he keeps being an absolute sweetheart, you’ll fall for him. 

“Bradley?” 

“Yes?” He says, still looking ahead while the main gate of Jake and Red’s house opens. 

“That’s Bob’s car. Why is Bob’s car here?” You question. It was supposed to be a family dinner. Bob is family, sure, but this was supposed to be a Mitchell thing. 

“Well, maybe he left the car here so Jake could watch it while he and Doc went to see his grandma?” He drums his fingers against the wheel, his leg bouncing up and down. 

“You know you’re a horrible liar?” 

“No. You’re too good at guessing when I’m lying.” Bradley can’t understand how you do it. Does he have a tic or something that gives away when he’s lying? Does he stutter? Does his voice raise? What is it? 

“Don’t lie to me, then.” You whisper, watching as the door finally opens and all the family is waiting at the main door for you. “Wait, they’re all here?” 

“I thought you deserved to have a taste of what a Thanksgiving with the family feels like.” Bradley confesses, and you feel yourself tearing up at the idea of Bradley asking everyone to stay home for Thanksgiving. 

You know they had plans, they had told you over the past few days. But Bradley somehow convinced all of them to change plans and stay with a random girl that they met a few weeks ago. What an amazing family. 

“Surprise!” Red yells, almost running to open your side of the car and opening the door. “Okay so, let me introduce you to some people you may not know.” 

Red drags you away before you can even process what’s happening. You turn around, looking for Bradley, but he’s already being pushed into the house by the guys. 

“Wait, wait, wait. You went all the way to Hidden Hills with guns on the truck?” You ask, still unable to believe that your friend has killed a man. 

Red nods, leaning closer to Jake’s hand that is caressing her hair. This couple has the most stunning relationship you've ever seen. It almost makes you feel jealous. You also want something like that. A healthy relationship. 

“When those babies are born, you’re gonna do the most unimaginable things so they can be safe.” She grabs Jake's hand and presses it against her stomach. “Can you tell your daughter that I’m not a ball she can kick?”

Jake chuckles, lowering his head to talk to your belly. “Maeve, please don’t kick Mama or she’ll kick me.” Red smacks the back of his head, making him laugh. “See? I told ya.”

“I gave her the guns. I would have gone with her, but we had to stay back and distract the NCIS agents” Sarge says, grabbing another sandwich. “Doc, these are amazing. I can't stop eating.” 

“Thank you! I made them while Bob and Hollie were napping. These two sleep more than me.” Doc says, looking at Bob, who has baby Hollie in his arms. He is standing behind the couch, rocking her back and forth, so she falls asleep again. Hollie is daddy’s little princess, and she only wants to be in her dad’s arms, much to Doc’s dismay. Nine months of carrying her, and she prefers her dad. 

Bob looks at his wife, rolling his eyes. “I stayed up late because this little girl couldn’t sleep and you had been taking care of her all day. It was my turn.” 

“I know, Robby. You’re the best husband I could’ve ever asked for.” Doc smiles, her eyes filled with absolute devotion. Bob leans over the sofa, kissing his wife’s head. 

“It seems like yesterday when they met at my wedding.” Penny sighs, remembering the day. 

“You met at Penny's wedding?” You ask, looking at Doc who smiles at the memory. 

“Well… Bradley invited me.” She tells you, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“You were Bradley’s date?” 

“Not exactly. Bradley came with Reuben one day to the ER because Ava wasn’t feeling good. We talked for a bit, and then he blurted out: ‘are you free this weekend’?” 

You look at Bradley, playing outside with Mickey and the kids, and somehow you can understand how he managed to find the perfect match for Bob. He’s always taking care of his family, one way or another, always looking out for them. Even if he doesn’t actually verbalize it, he’s always watching. He’s a lot like Bob in that aspect. 

“So he asked you to accompany him to the wedding.” 

“Because he wanted me to meet this ‘cute friend who needed a date.’” 

“He made me look desperate.” Bob adds, kissing his daughter’s forehead. 

“You were desperate.” Jake snorts, getting up from the sofa he’s been sitting on for a while. “I’m gonna get the kids inside, I think it’s time to eat.”

“Wait!” You exclaim, louder than intended, earning the attention of the whole room. “Oh, sorry. It’s just that… Bradley and I had something important to tell you."

“It’s the gender?” Frosty asks, getting up from the sofa. She’s an absolute sweetheart, and you can see in her a good friend. You can’t believe she’s the Admiral’s daughter. They’re so different. 

You nod, and Samantha and Amelia, who had been playing with their phones at the back of the room, get up and look at each other. “You go get the old guys in the kitchen, I get the ones that are outside playing with the kids.” Amelia says, locking her phone and sliding it into the pocket of her hoodie. 

“Deal. I’ll be back with the old timers.” She says as she dashes into the kitchen. 

“I said old timer once. Once.” Jake says as he sinks his head into the back of the sofa. 

“Some things last forever, cowboy.” Red chuckles, kissing Jake’s jaw. 

Amelia opens the glass door, takes a deep breath, and yells. “The Bradshaws are gonna reveal the gender of the babies!” 

Mickey gets startled by Amelia’s sudden appearance and falls to the floor. The kids run over to tickle him, and, even though everyone is really interested in learning about the new additions to the family, the moment in front of them is so endearing that they can’t just ignore it. Even Jinx, who had been oddly quiet and ignoring him all day, is now looking at the wizzo and smiling. 

Eventually, they all come inside, and the older pilots turn up a bit later. You watch them sit down, everyone finds their place. Mav sits with Penny, kissing her cheek affectionately. Slider, Ice, and Goose stand behind the sofa, knowing that there’s no room for everyone to sit. Payback gets inside with Ava in one arm and Ted in the other, playing with them and making them laugh. When her husband approaches, Sarge opens her arms, ready to take one of the children. 

Bob sits with Doc. Javy and Nat walk in the room, and by the look of Nat’s hair, you can guess they have been hooking up in one of the empty rooms. Ames and Samantha sit together, already speculating on the gender of the babies. Frosty sits next to her father, smiling at him. Last but not least, you see Mickey enter the room, looking at the seat next to Jinx and debating whether or not he should sit there. Eventually he sits, looking at her and nudging his leg against hers. She glances at him, a little sad smile on her face. 

“Hablaremos luego” He says, kissing her temple softly. Nobody knows what has happened between the two, and no matter how much you've tried to help Jinx be a bit happier, she hasn't said a thing. (We'll talk later)

“Lo siento,” She whispers, and even though the room is quiet enough for everyone to hear her, she switches to Spanish. Clever Jinx. (I'm sorry)

There are different people in the room, different couples with their own stories, but all of them have something in common: they would give everything to protect each other. Jake and Red. Mav and Penny. Bob and Doc. Reuben and Jazz. Javy and Nat. And Mickey and Jinx, even though they don't want to admit it to themselves, and are acting like a couple who can't stay away from each other even when they're mad. 

That's the type of relationship you've always wanted. Love. Respect. Protection. 

Everything you never had. 

Bradley offers you his hand, in case you want some support. You take it, not because you need it, but because you want to. You want his hand around yours. In a romantic way, or in a friendly way? That is something you don't want to think about now. 

“Well, yesterday we went to the doctor so Bradley could see the babies for the first time.” You start, feeling Bradley’s hand tightening around yours. He’s excited. 

“Did he cry?” Jake asks, looking at you with a knowing smile. 

You smirk, feeling the sibling connection between you and Jake that has become stronger in the past few weeks. Neither of you knows what having a sibling feels like, but somehow you two know that you’ll be there for each other. Funny, because you two don’t have biological connections. The only thing that you two have in common is Maverick. “Like a baby.” 

“You owe me ten, Goose.” He says, looking at Bradley’s dad. 

Goose shakes his head and gets out a ten-dollar bill. “I’m disappointed in you, son.” 

Bradley gasps, shaking his head. “Let’s focus on this, please.” 

You clear your throat and regain the attention of the family. “We’re having a boy and a girl!” 

You see happy faces and tears here and there. Slider and Iceman give money to Goose, apparently they have lost a bet. The girls approach you, ready to toss thousands of names they've been collecting for weeks, in case you need some suggestions for naming the babies. 

“Woah, woah. We already know the names!” Your words make everyone in the room stop moving and wait expectantly to hear your next words. “Bradley, I think you should tell them the name of the girl.” 

Bradley nods, abandoning your side and standing next to his dad. “Baby girl Bradshaw’s name is… Carole. Carole Wren Bradshaw.” 

Goose opens his mouth to say something, but closes it immediately and hugs his son with tears in his eyes. Ice and Slider pat Goose’s back, and you can see Penny rubbing Mav’s back affectionately. Maverick was Carole’s friend, and he also feels emotional about having another Carole Bradshaw in their lives. 

“I wanted to honor Mom somehow.” Bradley mutters, tearing up, too. Goose takes a few steps back, wiping his own and his sons' tears 

“She would be so proud of the man you’ve become, son. Don’t ever doubt that.” He states, emphasizing every word. 

“Okay, enough sappy moments for today, what’s the boy’s name?” Jake says, partially because he wants to know, but also to give the two men some time to recompose themselves. 

“Jacob Jay Bradshaw,” you announce, smiling when Jake realizes the meaning behind the name. “Like his uncle.” 

“Wait, you’re naming your kid after me?” Red ruffles Jake’s hair, laughing softly. “Why me?” 

“Well, at first we thought about Pete,” you confess, looking at Mav. “but with the middle name Bradley thought his initials would’ve been PJ. I didn’t want my son to be called PJ.” 

“Pajamas Bradshaw.” Ice says, and you point at him. 

“See? Pajamas! Poor kid. So the other option was Jacob.” 

“What’s the middle name?” Amelia questions while sitting Liam on her legs. 

“Jay. Jacob Jay. We call him JJ.” You smile when one of the babies kicks your belly. “And I think he likes it.” 

“Carole, JJ, and Maeve.” Red says, and the smiles spread around the room. “The new babies of the Dagger family!” 

“Can we go eat now?” Ava questions, making all the adults chuckle and the kids whine about being hungry. And without further ado, everyone moves to the dining room. 

“There you are.” 

Jinx stops scratching Milo’s belly and looks up, sighing at the sight of Mickey standing there. “How did you find me? This house is huge.” 

“When at a party, find the resident animal of the house, and you’ll find the introvert.” Mickey sits down next to her and watches as the animal leaves to nap on the sofa. “I’m sorry for what I said.” 

“I‘m sorry for ghosting you.” She says while resting her chin on her knees. “I still don’t want to talk about that, Miguel.” 

“Jesse, come on. You know there’s something between us. Everybody knows it.” 

“That doesn’t mean I want to do something about it.” Mickey watches how she hugs her legs closer, as if she could, somehow, become small enough to disappear. 

“We can’t ignore it forever. It’s gonna explode in our faces sooner or later.” 

“I’ll worry about that when it happens.” She retorts, raising her voice a bit. It’s clear that she doesn’t want to talk about this or even acknowledge the problem. 

Mickey sits in front of her, looking in her eyes to find all the answers and all the feelings she’s not giving him. “What are you so scared of?” 

Jinx closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, and shakes her head. Why can’t he just let it go? “How long have we known each other?” 

“Since we were eighteen.” Mickey responds, not understanding why she’s asking that. 

“That’s ten years of my life, Mickey. Ten years of friendship. I can’t risk that.” She lets out an airy laugh, not believing that she has to spell it for him. “Look, if you don’t care about our friendship, that’s okay. But if I try to have something with you and it doesn’t work, that would destroy us. We won’t be able to be just friends again.” 

“So now I don’t care about our friendship.” He scoffs, and Jesse refrains from smacking him. “I care about our friendship. But I also care about my heart. And my heart tells me to follow this feeling because I know deep in my soul that I lo-” 

“Please, don’t say it.” She begs, covering her face. “Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.”  

By the time Jesse’s hands rest on her legs again, Mickey is long gone. 

“Can I have your attention for a moment, please?” Jake asks, rising from his chair. After dinner, all the adults moved outside, to enjoy the calm and peaceful November night. Conversations die slowly, all gathering around Jake and Red, somehow everyone seems to know what’s about to happen. 

Once he has all the attention he wants, he kneels in front of Red, holding her hands in his, and kissing her knuckles before taking a deep breath. 

But before he can even start, Red covers his mouth with one hand, and smiles. “Jake... We’ve been here once, in this same situation, you are about to ask me to marry you, and I am excited to say yes. The first time, it didn't work out for us. Not because we didn’t love each other, because we did. We loved each other a lot. We weren’t allowed to love each other. I don’t want to do this exactly as we did the first time. I want to do it differently and I want to do it right.” She takes a deep breath and laughs nervously. “Is not as easy as it looks, you know.”

“Oh, I know. It’s worse when you can’t know for sure if you’re gonna get a yes.” Jake says, chuckling softly. 

“When I met you, I had no idea how much my life was about to be changed, but then, how could I have known? This that we have, is something that happens once in a lifetime. That’s why even when we had to be apart for three years, we never stopped hoping that, somehow, life would bring us together again. When you came into my life, I realized that what I had always thought was happiness couldn’t compare to the joy you brought me. You are not only the father of my children and an important part of my life, but also a part of everything I think, and do, and feel, and with you by my side, I believe that anything is possible. Even go on a suicide mission to save our kid. You are, and always will be, the love of my life. And I don’t want to spend a day without you being my husband. So, even though I can’t kneel down, I want to ask you: Jacob Mitchell, will you marry me again?” Bradley gets a small red velvet box from the pocket of his jacket and gives it to Red. 

She opens the box, revealing a black ring. “Thanks for helping me, Bradley.” 

“Anything for you, Commander.” He watches the stunned expression in the room and raises his arms in disbelief. “I do know how to keep secrets, okay?” 

“And you’ve proven that to everyone.” Jake says while looking at the ring. “Do I have to put it myself?” 

“You haven’t answered my question.” Red rolls her eyes and gets the ring out the box. 

“Of course I want to marry you, sweets.” Jake gets the blue box from his jacket and opens it to get the ring. “How did you find out?” 

Red laughs, placing the ring on Jake’s finger. “Liam found it. He said that you hid something in Maeve’s room. So I went to look. I honestly thought they were Liam's birthday presents."

Jake takes Red’s hand, sliding the ring on, and leans in to kiss her passionately. “You’re always trying to win, right?” 

“I won a long time ago, Jake.” 

The soon-to-be married couple hugs each other lovingly, and the rest of the family goes to them to hug them and congratulate them. 

You stay seated, watching the scene from afar, wondering how it feels to be loved by someone who will marry you once, divorce you to save you, and risk everything just to be with you again. Are you envious of that kind of love? Perhaps. Who wouldn’t? 

Bradley sits next to you, kissing your temple and offering you his hand for you to grab. “I know. Their love is something I’ve never seen before. It somehow reminds me of my parents.” 

You trace the lines in the palm of his hands with your fingertips, listening to his words. “Did they love each other?” 

“So much that it hurt. My dad used to dance with her every night when he wasn’t deployed. Always the same song.” 

“Which one?” 

“Right here waiting by Richard Marx. It was kind of their song.” He admits, feeling a tightness in his chest. “I want what they have.” 

“I’m sure you’ll find it, Brad.” 

He looks at you, his shiny eyes full of hope and determination. “Someday, I guess. Maybe it's right there in front of me, and I just can’t see it. Or maybe she can’t see it.” 

He whispers the last sentence, knowing really well that those words are for you, but what are you supposed to say? You can’t just have a relationship with him when there are two babies in the way and a psychopath looking out for you. 

It’s not the time for romance. 

[dancersmirrorball]

Taylor Swift Midnights Sentence Starters

Tracks 1-4

"You don't really read into my melancholia."

"I've been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully."

"I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say."

"They're bringing up my history, but you weren't even listening."

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral."

"Get it off your chest, get it off my desk."

"We lost track of time again."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"I see you every day now."

"The lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon."

"Ain't that the way, shit always ends?"

"I wake with your memory over me, that's a real fucking legacy to leave."

"All of the people, I've ghosted stand there in the room."

"I end up in crisis, tale as old as time."

"I wake up screaming from dreaming."

"I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror."

"One day I'll watch as you're leaving, and life will lose all of it's meaning."

"She's/he's/they're laughing up at us from hell."

"I saw flecks of what could've been lights, but it might just have been you passing by unbeknownst to me."

"Life is emotionally abusive."

"My flight was awful, thanks for asking."

"You wanting me tonight feels impossible."

"It's fine to fake it 'til you make it."

"I can't speak, afraid to jinx it."

Tracks 5-8"

"I play it cool with the best of them."

"It's ok we're the best of friends."

"You're on your own kid, you always have been."

"I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this."

"Everything you lose is a step you take."

"You've got no reason to be afraid."

"My town was a wasteland."

"But for some it was paradise."

"he/she/they wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain."

"I was making my own name, chasing that fame."

"All of me changed like midnight rain."

"I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted."

"Big city, wrong choices."

"You painted all my nights, a color I have searched for since."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?"

"It was one drink, after another."

"That's nice I'm sure, that's what's suitable and right but tonight."

"Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man."

"You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them."

"They say looks can kill, and I might try."

"Lately I've been dressing for revenge."

"Picture me thick as thieves with your ex wife/husband/spouse."

"I'm on my vigilante shit again.

Tracks 9-12

"Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind, in the shoes I gave you as a present."

"Putting someone first only works, when you're in their top five."

"By the way, I'm going out tonight."

"I can still make the whole place shimmer."

"Sadness became my whole sky."

"A diamond's gotta shine."

"It only hurts this much right now."

"Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe through, breathe out."

"I'll be getting over you, my whole life."

"Oh no, I'm falling in love again."

"Lost in the labyrinth of my mind."

"You would break your back to make me break a smile."

"You're talking shit, for the hell of it."

"You're terrified to look down."

"It's coming back around."

"I keep my side of the street clean, you wouldn't know what I mean."

"Ask me what I've learned from all those years, ask me what I've earned from all those tears."

"Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here."

"We almost forgot it."

"They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something."

"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing."

"On the way home, I wrote a poem."

"You should be doing more."

"I'm just too soft for all of it."

Tracks 13-17

"You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time."

"Checkmate, I couldn't lose."

"What if I told you none of it was accidental?"

"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail."

"No-one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since."

"This is the first time I've felt the need to confess."

"Spineless in my tomb of silence."

"Maybe it was egos swinging, maybe it was her/him/them."

"I vowed not to cry anymore."

"You said I have to trust more freely."

"Maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt."

"It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed."

"No words appear before me in the aftermath."

"Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness."

"Cause it's all over now, all out to sea."

"You were bigger than the whole sky."

"I've got a lot to live without."

"So I'll say words I don't believe."

"And all the outfits were terrible, 2003 unbearable."

"Did you see the photos?"

"No I didn't, but thanks though."

"I'm so in love that I might stop breathing."

"Like we were somewhere else."

"I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever."

"I didn't know you were keeping count."

"Put on your records and regret me."

"I bent the truth too far tonight."

"Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?"

"Seemed like the right thing at the time."

"There's many different ways that you could kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough."

Tracks 18-20 + Hits Different & You're Losing Me

"We were supposed to be just friends."

"You don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend."

"I think there's been a glitch."

"Nights are so starry, blood moonlit."

"Must be counterfeit."

"I thought we had no chance, and that's romance."

"All I used to do was pray."

"And I damn sure never would have danced with the devil."

"The god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven."

"Memories feel like weapons."

"God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be."

"If clarity's in death then why won't this die?"

"If it feels like a trap, you're already in one."

"If you don't recognize yourself, that means you did it right."

"Never take advice from someone who's falling apart."

"When you aim at the devil, make sure you don't miss."

"So I wander through these nights, I prefer hiding in plain sight."

"You should find another guiding light."

"You made a mess of me."

Each bar plays our song, nothing has ever felt so wrong."

"Oh my, love is a lie; shit my friends say to get me by."

"Moving on was always easy for me to do."

"My sadness is contagious."

"Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away?"

"We thought a cure would come through in time, now I fear it won't."

"Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time."

"I'm getting tired even for a phoenix."

"I know my pain is such an imposition."

"I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her/him/them."

"I've got nothing to believe, unless you're choosing me."

[practically-an-x-man]

Roses and Tulips (Copia x Silas)

For @can-of-pringles, Happy Valentine's Day bestie!

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Silas Petersson (Pringles' OC) Word Count: 1.2k Content Warnings: none! cute little fluff-bomb

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It took all his courage just to knock on that door.

It's not the door that's intimidating, Copia reminded himself, You've knocked on worse doors. You had to knock on Sister's door before you were made Cardinal, and that was twice as scary. Three times, even. This is a piece of cake compared to that.

That helped a little. Not much.

Copia shifted his grip, feeling the waxy stems of the flowers squeak under his gloves. He wasn't sure Silas liked flowers. Especially roses- was that too presumptive? Maybe he should have stuck with chocolates. Or... were chocolates more romantic than flowers? Did he want them to be more romantic? He didn't want to overstep, but he didn't want to understep... if that was a thing.

He was overthinking this. He would open that door, give Silas the flowers, ask him to dinner... and that would be that. Easy-peasy.

In theory.

In reality, he couldn't make himself move.

You have stood before a hundred thousand people. Many times. Your band is made up of underworldly ghouls, and they live down the hall from you. This should not be as intimidating as it is.

But somehow, the thought of being disemboweled in his sleep because he'd stolen Pigeon's Sour Patch Kids was less frightening than the idea of being rejected by Silas.

Just do it, he told himself, It'll only get worse the longer you stand here and think about it. Just... knock on the door. Just lift your hand and knock. Just-

"Copia?"

He spun, a little too fast, and almost tripped over his own feet when he saw Silas standing there. He must have come straight from his shift - Copia had been so wrought with anxiety, he forgot Silas worked on Wednesdays. He had a broom in one hand... and a handful of Queen of Night tulips in the other. Silas shifted on his feet.

"I was, uh, trying to find you," he said, dark eyes flicking up and down Copia's figure before settling on the roses in his hand. Silas chewed his lip, clearly swallowing his own anxiety, and held out the tulips. "Jinx?"

"Doyouwanttogotodinner?" The words tumbled out too fast, just a blur of syllables, and he stuck out the roses almost mechanically in Silas' direction.

That went... better than expected.

Silas blinked and took the roses, though his brow furrowed as he tried to process the words. Copia bit his lip, forcing his lungs to take in a full breath of air.

Silas still held the handful of tulips out in front of them. He'd been holding them for a long time. Copia internally winced, wishing he'd taken the flowers a little sooner, but reached for the tulips. He found himself fiddling with the leaves as he tried to work through his thoughts.

"Do you want... to go to dinner?" he tried again, this time managing something almost coherent, "With me. Tonight."

There. He'd done it. He'd said it. He'd be crushed if Silas turned him down, but... at least he'd worked up the courage to ask in the first place. The hard part was over.

Well, except for all the other hard parts. Like hoping his anxiety didn't melt him into a puddle of goo while he waited for Silas to respond. Not only would that be utterly humiliating, he imagined Sister would make Silas clean it up. Some Valentine's Day for him, Copia thought.

"I'd love to," Silas said, smiling at him. Copia wondered if he'd melt anyway - not from his anxiety, but from how warm and fluttery that smile made him feel. He beamed, resisting the urge to bounce on his toes in excitement. Silas lifted a hand towards his door. "Just- um, let me get changed first? And put these in a vase... and then I'll meet you in the courtyard?"

"I'd like that." Copia managed, "I'll see you soon."

Silas' smile widened, just for a moment, and then he brushed past Copia and slipped into his apartment. Copia was frozen for another moment, flooded with too much surprise and excitement to even think. Then he kicked his mind back into gear and hustled back down to his own room.

His rats greeted him from their enclosure in the back of the room when he entered, and Copia smiled at them.

"He said yes!" he told them, "We're going to dinner!"

Clara chirruped at him, her tiny paws hooked onto the rungs of her enclosure as she stretched up to look at him. She seemed happy for him, Copia thought. He held out the tulips to them, just a few inches away from their enclosure. Rats had poor eyesight.

"And look- he brought me flowers!"

Bella wiggled her nose at him, dark eyes bright and shiny. Her tail flicked back and forth.

You brought him flowers, she seemed to say.

"You're right, I did." Copia agreed, "But I didn't expect him to bring me flowers too. Look at them, they're so pretty."

You should put them in your nice vase, Alessa seemed to suggest, wandering across her enclosure and tilting her nose at the kitchen, The one that looks like stained glass.

Then she took a drink from the water bottle in the corner of the enclosure. Maybe he'd read that wrong. But the flowers would look good in that vase, he thought.

"What should I wear?" he asked as he ran a little water into the vase, "Do you think this is good, or should I change?"

You look great! Clara told him with a squeak. He knew, logically, she was just mimicking him - he talked to her, she "talked" back. But it was cute to think that she was actually trying to communicate with him.

No, no, your other vest would look better with those pants, Alessa argued. He'd always imagined she was the fashionista of the bunch. Her fur was the shiniest, and she spent the most time grooming herself... it made sense. Alessa was the fashionable one, Clara was the down-to-earth sweetheart, and Bella was the lovable disaster who once got her head stuck in a toilet-paper tube.

"Ladies, please, you're confusing me," Copia said, setting the vase of flowers down on the table. Talking with his rats helped him calm down. He didn't feel quite so nervous about his date with Silas. Still a little nervous, of course, but... he wasn't tying himself in knots. That was good. "Should I change or not?"

He'll like you no matter what you wear, Bella promised, giving him an encouraging look with her big dark eyes. They almost reminded him of Silas' eyes, big and brown and sweet. Copia smiled.

"Thank you, Bella," he said. He reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a box of Cheerios. All three rats chirped in excitement, dancing around on their paws. Copia sprinkled a few Cheerios into their enclosure, watching them grab the cereals with their clever little paws and nibble away.

"Happy Valentine's Day, ladies," he told them. He watched them for another moment or two, wondering if he'd have to break up any arguments - Alessa had a habit of hoarding treats away from the others - but they seemed to be in a good mood tonight. Copia finally drew himself away, giving his waistcoat a little tug as he checked his appearance in the mirror. He wanted to look his best.

After all, it was Valentine's Day. And he had a date.

[crguang]

still can’t believe I have Kafka ngl, I was playing earlier and kept stopping to stare at her and giggling. Her traces are almost fully maxed, ignoring the fact that I have 100 credits, the build sucks but it’s fine, she just has to show up yk. btw what’s ur kafka’s level, I prefarmed bc, but wbu? omg her voice lines are killing me, forgot how nice her voice was…hsbsbsjsj I’ve only read her voice lines so I was giggling the entire time she was talking. And I got the same messages you did for her so uh our accounts are definitely like synced up or smth, that why we both won the 50/50. And not you making a 9/11 joke the day before 9/11. Also Kafka not having an account to message the TB is so unserious. Like all the stellaron hunters have one but she just needed to be dramatic and mysterious, she’s such a loser, I love her sm…I took so many photos I’m actually not okay, her blushing? I need her so bad.

also u watch arcane? I watched it like a month ago bc one of my friends told me to, but I haven’t found anyone besides myself who doesn’t rlly like Caitlyn. I don’t rlly interact w the fandom bc of that + spoilers from people who play league. I’m just watching for jinx tbh, she blue and mentally ill so shes my favorite character. also I might finally play the story again, but we’ll see, I’ve been busy but I’ll probably like the characters, from what I’ve seen.

-🌠

i can’t believe shes home either like i made a delusional tweet 3 months ago about how she’d be home in september and it actually happened😭😭 im abusing the camera feature fr she’s so pretty… my build also sucks, ive been farming prisoner of deep for months for robin and havent even gotten 2 good relics. like its unbelievable at this point, the drop rate is horrible. i use kafka with jiaoqiu and acheron so at least she’s useful but shes no dps yet </3 im putting that woman to work REGARDLESS.

kafka’s insistence on using burner phones is purely for the drama because her actual phone is likely encrypted and untraceable… like theres absolutely no need she just wants to be mysterious hdjdnfnf shes so silly i love her so bad.

listening to her voice lines is a daily affair at this point. if i don’t hear “oh, bye bye” i start twitching. also— her delivery of “fiercest” always makes me smile i just know she’s a good storyteller

ALSO U DONT LIKE CAIT EITHER?? anddd you love jinx… youre so real

[crepuscularqueens]

tysm for the tag @sambambucky <3 <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,604

3. What fandoms do you write for?

marvel (mostly sambucky but i've played around with other pairings), the magicians (penntin, queliot, wickoff), ofmd, and one black sails fic (despite that being my main fandom i guess lmao, it's so hard to write for because i can't make it better. i just have to make it worse. and boy do i have plans to make it Worse.) (also i do have an rnm fic, almost forgot about that! i would love to write more i just need the inspiration and motivation to hit at the same time lmao)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

he kisses me softly to wake me up (by a wild amount, which i think was just luck of timing with that fandom blowing up overnight) flowers for the gentleman (first published sambucky fic. looking back on it it's like... cute but could be better. natasha is in it though) held by you (felled by you) (my fav of the ofmd fics i put up, personally) what you wanted (first of my tfatws series that accompanied the show. literally wrote each fic as the episodes came out, it was so fun and idk how tf i kept up with it) hear my name in your mouth and i'm done for (hahaha. yeah.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i love responding to comments hehehe! bc i love getting responses when i comment on other author's fics idk it just feels so fun! and when you notice the same people commenting on your fics idk it's just. holding hands with all of you love you sm <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

omg uhhhh jinx i think mine also be a samsteve one lol. stuck in the bed where we lie bc i love writing angst but i usually resolve it? but they're my favorite tragedy forever.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm i guess after it all calms down? resolution of my tfatws series

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not on anything that's still up teehee <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's mainly what i write haha oops

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossover is when there are characters from two separate medias in one fic right? not like taking characters from one universe and putting them in the other? if it's the first then... no not anymore. no further questions.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (i'm not like... overly concerned by the idea)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone once translated a teen wolf fic i wrote into russain

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i am open to the idea of collaborating like that (i've done events where i drew art to accompany a fic which was really fun and i miss that event a lot)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i am so so bad at picking favorites, but if you want to go by what i have the most fics and wips for it would be sambucky

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i want to finish shores begging for big moons so badly im so sorry to everyone because. it was so so fun to write! and i had this big grand plan and knew how it would all work out and then.... i hit a wall and now it's been years and i cry for her every day. i could save her! i could do it! but i also need to reread it bc i can't remember the details anymore lmao. it's a daunting task.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think like... rhythm if that makes sense? like i get into a groove of this is what is happening, here are the beats, this is the action and this is the dialogue and it flows so nicely and has a good rhythm to it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

focusing. i get distracted soooo easily, what is that all about haha. ha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i love seeing it in fic! i'm always scared to include it bc i don't want to mess anything up, so i usually have it from another character's POV and that they don't know what's being said. which is a cop out, i know. i should probably be better about looking into translations!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter (i know. there is no need to talk about it)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

how do i choose! tbh it's a tie between i bit the fruit and holy water. don't read into that.

absolute no pressure tags for @dr-lizortecho @unwholesome-gay @verdanthoney @nymhciv !

[heroinejinx]

for the ranking five ships ask game, but all jinx ships: caitjinx, lightcannon, timebomb, liquorbomb, and serajinx!

okay i read this last night, answered it in my head & then forgot it existed lmao 🤦‍♀️

anywayyyyyy, this is such a difficult question lol how dare you (affectionate) - thank you for asking 💕

1. caitjinx - they make me feral & it’s so fucking fun and angsty to write/read fic about them hehe i love it! they have a dynamic that leads perfectly to conflict & *intrigue*, they’re narrative foils for each other & there’s a *lot* to play with. plus they’re just so hot together & i’m incredibly weak for the enemies to lovers trope lol

2. lightcannon - truly, they’re joint first in my heart, but for this they can be no.2 - they make me just as feral as caitjinx, but it’s like, a different *flavour* of feral - a more comforting flavour maybe? idk lol, but i *adore* them. on the surface, they’re worlds apart, but they actually have so bloody much in common - mostly trauma 😆

3. serajinx - now, this was a toughie & i *almost* put timebomb here, but honestly serajinx is such a lovely little pairing 😍 because of seraphine’s ability to hear people’s songs, she has a unique insight into who jinx really is & how her extraordinary mind works, which is just. so so special. 🫶

4. timebomb - ah, the classic childhood friends to enemies to friends(?) to lovers lol - plenty of conflict & angst in this one too, plus so much love & history & *family ties* - idc if they’re romantic, sexual, platonic, or queer platonic fuck buddies lol, i *love* them together. also, the canon for them breaks my fucking heart & i desperately need to know what happened when ekko tried to ‘save’ jinx, prior to the events of episode 4 onwards - it kills me everytime i think of the fact that there’s a whole deleted scene of this that we might never get to see 😭

5. liquorbomb - okay this might be last on my list but it’s actually the first jinx ship i ever got into lol the idea of jinx secretly hooking up with/falling for ‘chuck’ the bartender is just too good ahaha - there’s a *fantastic* fic about this by @unknownstellardepths which has fun with the chuck x jinx dynamic, whilst also deeply developing thieram’s character & backstory - a great example of a fic that takes a minor character in canon & makes them the star - i cannot recommend it highly enough!

[tornrose24]

So if Jinx idolizes the werewolf who bit scratch then would that werewolf be like the chairman from season 1 in a way?

Also do you ever plan to finish your Aladdin AU

The werewolf IS in fact the Chairman. I first hinted at his identity when I first drew him and a friend of mine instantly figured it out upon close inspection.

Chairman!Werewolf is the one werewolf all werewolves fear. He doesn't have a postion of power, but that's not what makes him terrifying. There is no trace of his humanity when he transforms–he is no different than a murderer as any human or creature who crosses his path dies by his hand. Even as a human, there is nothing human about him–he has no concept of love or friendship, kindness, or a sense of right and wrong. He has no reservations about who he attacks as not even a child would be safe. He fights only for himself as well as the thrill of it. Many have tried to go after him, given the threat he poses to both the supernatural and the human sides, but he is nigh impossible to find, let alone kill. If you aren't human, you can almost smell the aura of death and blood from miles away, but depending on what creature you are, it might already be too late. If he shows interest in attacking you, then you are out of luck.

(And speaking of–yes, Todd was LUCKY he was only biten because he would have been killed. He was not going to escape that encounter without some consequence, and he was severely traumatized by it even before he first transformed.)

You also might notice that he is missing a nose in my drawings. It was ripped off during a past fight. This detail extends to his human form, but it is NOT a pretty sight, even if thats one of the very few visual clues you get in order to find him. Your only other hope of finding him is to pay attention to his hunting patterns, which is what the Chen family has done across the years.

________

As for the Aladdin AU, I kept forgetting about it and it felt like other people forgot about it as well. So it's nice that someone is showing interest and wants to here how it will end, as well as the other details. Perhaps I need to think on it this week.

[maxsroom-jamesbaldwinsversion]

A complete list of pets my family has had.

A black cat with no name. I was three so either she didn't have a name or I forgot it.

Dennis (AKA menace)- A hamster who decided his three-story cage wasn't big enough and that people were the enemy. Almost daily he would escape his cage and instead live in my ANTIQUE wooden doll house. If you tried to remove him, he would remove your fingers.

Purdy - A King Charles terrier who was very pretty. However, do not go near her mouth. Even with food. It is a death sentence. She lived to thirteen and even while deaf and blind she could tell if you were approaching her pearly whites.

Two Springer Spaniels - Jasper Casper and Jim Diamond. Jasper used to run full force into kitchen cabinets chasing shadows. He somehow made it to thirteen. Jim is still going strong.

Charlie - an obese chihuahua (maybe, we're not sure if he was even a dog).

Betty - a little black chihuahua who managed to get pregnant by Finnley (coming up later) when he was 9 MONTHS OLD.

Declan - a racehorse who is too shy to race.

Darby - a chestnut pony who we bought for casual hacking, however, at the slightest sign of freedom he would bolt (with you on him).

Peanut - a shetland/fallabella pony who broke two of my toes.

Woody & Buzz - two guinea pigs who managed to hide so well in their cage that we routinely thought they had escaped (Buzz was later renamed to Fat Nugget).

Jinx - a demon of a cat who asks for attention and then attacks you for the fact she had to ask.

Rosie and Ronnie - cats! Ronnie got run over the same day we let him outside. Rose is still kicking at 14 but habitually brings mice HEADS to our front door.

Colin - a cockatiel whose only talents are wolf-whistling and sitting on Rosie to test her animal instincts.

Kia - a thoroughbred racehorse.

Sooty - a black feral kitten brought home to us by Jim. In his mouth. Completely unharmed. We think he found her in a field?

Shiela - another cockatiel who we got as a friend for Colin. Her only talent is screeching at the top of her lungs when you're trying to relax.

Alfie - an orphaned lamb. He needed to be bottle fed, however, he would headbutt the groin of anyone who tried to do it. He, in fact, chased my stepfather around the orchard trying to get at his groin.

Mario - a tea-cup cockriel who managed to drown in a kiddie pool we had set up for the ducks (the pool was maybe 30cm deep).

Maggie - a duck who got kidnapped.

Shelly & Lucy - sheep who would run away if you tried to interact with them.

Chickens - too many to name but a few notable ones were; sonic (ran everywhere) and Molly (named after my sister because she strut around like she owned the place).

Finnley - a chihuahua who looks and acts more like the illegitimate son of satan himself than a dog.

Boris - son of Betty and Finnley who was born with an underbite, floppy ears that never stood up, and only one testicle.

Edgar - son of Betty and Finnley who lived each day like he wanted it to be his last.

Elvis - the final son of Betty and Finnley who begs to be picked up and then growls like he never wanted it in the first place.

Lucy - an ex-racehorse who, when in jumping competitions, decides she's not done when the course says so, and bolts.

There might have been a few I missed but that's all for now folks.

[bekaroth-reads]

Silco x Reader 4

[Just a reminder because it comes up a bit more in this one than usual, but I do write most of my stuff in gender neutral so the reader uses they/them pronouns but as a fill in the blank sort of thing.]

Oddly, things went back to normal; or, at least somewhat so. Jinx was still coming by most days. It would seem that you had gotten yourself an interesting new regular as well. Sevika had found herself in your bakery, often with the excuse that she was trying to keep an eye out for Jinx, even if the little, blue-haired, bolt of energy wasn’t there. If that was the case then she would still stay there to talk to you contrary to her claims of being there to take Jinx back home.

Things were reintroduced to the events of a few weeks ago when right as Jinx was getting ready to leave for the day, she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, yeah! I almost forgot!” Then she turned back around and walked over to you, digging through the little bag at her hip all the while. “Silco wanted me to give you this.” She handed you a note before adding, “And, he says there was something you were going to give him something too. I’m supposed to take it back with me.” You read over the note and saw exactly what it was you were supposed to hand over. It seemed as though he was very serious about charging interest on your, “rent,” which itself was staggeringly steep.

Silco sat contentedly in his office. For the most part, it had been an uneventful day, the highlight of it being looking forward to hearing that it would be the end to a budding problem- you. It wouldn’t be long before the news of you tucking tail and leaving, or at least fading into the background of the greater population. The sounds of doors slamming let him know that Jinx was back. He could also tell that she was unhappy about something as the tone of the slams sounded a bit more purposeful than her just being in her usual hurry.

Soon enough, Jinx stormed into his office. “Here’s your money!” She snapped as she took the item in question from her bag and threw it onto his desk. Trying to assess the situation and trying to lighten his daughter’s mood, Silco decided to try to change the subject. “What do you have there?” He asked, eyeing the little basket that she certainly didn’t have when she left this morning. It seemed like this was a poor choice as her mood soured even more than it already was. “It’s extra snacks.” Jinx snarled at him the same way that other people who had earned his ire. He would be proud if it weren’t pointed at him. Seeing as it was, Silco found it somewhat concerning. Even so, he pressed on like nothing was wrong. “A reward for a job well done?”

“No,” she bitterly corrected, “They gave me more things than usual because they’ll have to shut the bakery down soon! And, it’s all your fault, you jack-ass!” The longer Jinx explained, the more she went from talking to yelling. Silco noticed the use of the swear that she learned from Sevika, and made a note of that for later. “Perhaps you would be kind enough to tell me why you think I have anything to do with that shack closing? Were you told this directly?” He asked before quickly adding, “Without the colorful langue this time.”

Jinx stormed to the door and for a moment Silco thought that he was going to be ignored. Yet, right as she was about to stomp out of the room, hand shoved into the basket, Jinx turned and huffed, “I’m not stupid, Silco! They got worried about closing down after they paid you! It’s your fault!” With that, she did start to give him the cold shoulder and stormed out of the office and out of Silco’s sight.

Sevika walked into the office, moving her eyes from the kid she just passed to the man putting on his coat toward the back of the room. “What happened?” She asked and was greeted by the same scowl that she just passed in the hall albeit worn on an older face. “Nothing happened.” He grumbled as he pulled his gloves on. “Somethin’ did because I’ve never seen the kid be that angry while eating a cookie, and you’re going somewhere.” This was met with an annoyed grunt. “Just keep the girl here. I’ve got a pest to deal with. Personally.” Silco snarled and made his exit.

You could admit that you might have overreacted a bit this afternoon, but not by much. There were only two months of expenses covered- only one if Silco charged the same next month as he did today. While you were sitting at your table pouring over everything to try to figure out any way to improve your financial situation, someone kicked in the front door with a loud bang and the sound of the little window on it shattering to bits; the bell on the doorframe chiming to gladly welcome your assailant. The kitchen door was broken the same way moments later. To your surprise, Silco was the one on the other side of the busted door; you wouldn’t have thought he would have handled this sort of thing himself. And, you would usually be correct, however, little did you know that you had managed to make him something volatile- you made him jealous.

Silco stormed over to you, grabbed the collar of your shirt, and used his hold to slam you into a nearby counter. “You have done many things I could consider offensive to me and my authority, and I have graciously overlooked them.” You were pushed further back into the now painfully sharp edge of the counter as your hand scrambled behind you to try to find something to fend him off. Your struggle didn’t phase him as he continued. “But, you’ve done something I will not forgive. You have turned Jinx against me!” Silco snarled. You responded with a confused, “What are you-“

“Don’t play stupid!” He snapped, fury clearly burning in his eyes. “You made your pitiful display this afternoon, simply because you wanted to upset her. To make her angry with me! But, you still paid the full amount I demanded despite your brave words, you coward!” Seeing as there wasn’t much else to lose at the moment, you decided to snap right back at him. “I only did to make sure Jinx wouldn’t be in any trouble! Speaking of cowards, who used his kid to do his dirty-“

At this point, his rage went from pointed to blind. Your comment was biting, both in that it hurt and that you felt you had the right to say it in the first place. Now that it had been presented to him as such, he had used Jinx for his dirty work, simply to hurt you. But, he also ended up hurting her as well in the process. This gave you a proverbial stranglehold on the little bit of conscience that he had left. So, he repaid it with an actual one, both silencing and squeezing the life out of you.

This made your search for something to defend yourself more frantic as the hand that couldn’t reach the counter clawed its nails against his gloved hands in an effort to pry them from your throat. Finally, you were able to reach far enough back that you could grab a bottle of some sort. In your oxygen-deprived haze you couldn’t remember what it was, but what you did know was that you could grab it by the neck and swing it at Silco. Thankfully, it was a strong enough his that even though your failing depth perception made you hit him in the should rather than his head like you planned, it shattered the bottle and more importantly made him stagger off of you. He also stumbled and went to catch his balance on your stovetop. Survival instincts kicking in, you almost absentmindedly turned on one of the burners.

Silco’s reflexes were fast, but the fire was faster. The corner of his coat sleeve was ignited and you found out that the bottle had something flammable in it as the rest of his sleeve lit up not more than a millisecond later. Luckily for Silco, he was able to rip the coat off before any of his actual person could be burned. Unluckily for both of you, the smoldering material landed on the bits of the broken glass as well as its remaining content setting the whole floor ablaze. Seeing as this place was older than sin that meant there was little in the way of fire-resistant materials in the building structure which meant the rest of the store quickly took the same fire-riddled status. You went to bolt for the back door leading to the riverfront, but before you could make it, you were slammed into the wall. It seemed that Silco was too fixated on killing you to realize the severity of the fire around you. “Let go, you bastard! We’re both going to die!” You yelled as you managed to roll out of his hold and stumble out the door.

Silco followed after and soon the two of you had resumed your scuffle which mostly consisted of him trying to hit you and you doing your best to evade him. He might not have looked like a very physically imposing man from a glance with how thin he was, but he certainly was strong as your aching windpipe reminded you, and more dangerously he was fast. Through all of the dodging and weaving, you managed to end up on a little, rotting dock by a somewhat shallow part of the river. A swift hit to the face knocked you into the river, replacing the burning in your nose from the smoke with the burning of intruding water. Silco was quick to pin you down into the inky mire to resume his efforts of snuffing the life out of you, this time aided by the smothering water.

He wasn’t going to let you take Jinx away from him. You were a loose end that was quickly unraveling his life; a loose end that he would not leave undone. This was why he had the power that he did now. This is why he will be the one to lead Zaun to victory- to freedom! This drive to do what needed to be done no matter how trivial, no matter how violent, was what separated him from others. What made him different from…

Silco looked down at the watery scene beneath him; the disruption from your screams in the water was becoming less frequent, the purple-red swelling of where he had hit your eye when knocked you into the water shining clearly at him even through the muck of kicked up much and polluted water, you desperately trying to cling to life and fight back- it all seemed uncomfortably reminiscent. He felt bile rise in his throat, tried to will it back down. He suddenly was in your place, hands bruising his neck, water stinging his lungs-

No! He was in control! He was above the water. He was… he was straining to see through the filthy water. He was clawing at arms, clawing his away from death. That was years ago, he was in control. He was nothing more than a boy, trying to live. He needed to live! He was the one above water now and he. was in. control! He was… he… he couldn’t breathe! He can’t breathe! He- he was going to vomit!

Though you weren’t sure what exactly had led him to let go of you it wasn’t something that you were going to think too deeply about in the moment. Now that you were no longer pinned down you scrambled and waded your way out of the shallow water and unstuck yourself from the mire as quickly as you could. Soon after, another person heaved himself in a panic onto the old, small dock. Seeing as there was really only one other person that was in the river the same time that you were, it had to be Silco, though if that weren’t the case you would have never believed it. The man before you was disheveled, completely devoid of thought, devious or otherwise, seemed to be terrified of something, and quite frankly looked overall ill; nothing at all like the chem baron that you had seen before.

The sound of the rotting stairs to the dock creaking under the weight of someone caught both of your attention. Sevika who had seen the smoke from the burning building rushed over as soon as she could as she could, feeling in her gut that Silco had something to do with it. She looked down at the two of you, both beaten to some extent, drenched in river water, and dazed and shaken in your own ways, before looking at the fire, then back to the two of you. Her brows furrowed, more in confusion than worry as she muttered, “What the hell happened!?”

Neither of you answered. Neither if you could answer. You simply stared at each other and then at nothing again. The question wasn’t only what happened, but what was going to happen now? You had both tried to kill each other after all. Tried and for whatever reason failed. Where did two people go after that?