#Yana let my boy throw hands

[agisleepy]

When the local Ultra SSR character takes over the entire island, forces everyone to sleep, is on the verge of causing a worldwide disaster if not stopped and bcuz of that your Mom goes through your computer

[welcometomypersonalhell098]

i dont usually post but this is the rare occurrence where I can dump about my boy, my love: FLOYD LEECH. Consider this the unofficial crashcourse to Floyd Leech likers. Or don't idk. warning for uh absolute word vomit and octatrio favoritism

1. His Dynamics (and by that I mean octatrio)

With Azul:

When Azul said the twins would probably leave him when he got ‘boring' in Chapter 3, I need us as a fanbase to collectively point at him and call him a BIG FAT LIARRRR. I know what I saw in chapter 3, and Floyd Leech—while not exactly a tactful person per se— CARES. Even when Floyd teases Azul and makes life harder for him, I’m pretty sure that’s just his love language. And!! Despite his teasing, Floyd really does have some respect for Azul’s magical strength as seen in the Beanfest event.

He goes through all the ‘boring’ stuff for Azul and Jade’s plots because he likes the fun results!! He calls them by their ACTUAL names. They’ve been together since like middle school, and someone as mercurial as Floyd hasn’t gotten sick of Azul? It means he definitely has a bigger attachment that he OR Azul would like to admit. They are besties that hate to admit it because of the NRC disease of Not Being Emotionally Vulnerable Ever ™

Like look at these drama queens they are having the time of their LIVES.

With Jade:

I mean, yeah, it would make sense these guys would be close as twins BUT their dynamic is so fun. Jade's more "polite" demeanor plays off of Floyd's chaos perfectly: giving the guise of a put-together brother always needing to reign in his twin's insanity. When really both of them are menaces to society.

Probably the best example is in the Glorious Masquerade event, where Floyd makes a tantrum after finding out Azul gets to go to Noble College. And Jade JOINS IN.

(credits to RoseAmber on YT for the screenshots: I hadn't fallen into my TWST fixation as hard with the event was out on the EN server o7)

And of course, it goes without saying that they make for a really scary team for Azul. God bless Miss Yana and the team behind the Octavinelle manga--they have my soul and then some.

BUT THEY ARE ALSO GOOFY ASF and i love that for them

2. His Character

And there is a LOT of it. So let's start with his design!

(sorry about the long image </3) BUT you can definitely tell a lot about him with this official pic

for one: he's definitely relaxed. It's definitely in his pose: the hand holding the hat up, the other in his pocket, and in his posture. As opposed to say, Riddle who stands ramrod straight, this is NOT the image of a guy that cares too much about what people think of him. he has his own style and he flaunts it. He's had lines where he talks about his octopus inspired socks and his thing for fancy shoes-- he could not care LESS about his loose clothes either much to Azul's chagrin.

ALSO this is way less concrete but like...his face matches his voice wayyy too well. Credit to the VO: Nobuhiko Okamoto (fun fact also the voice of BAKUGO FROM MHA???) for his voice especially his laugh. Something about the way his eyes are droopy and his sharp teeth are shown in the image?? That's a silly guy, right there. And his laugh is just the right amount of weirdly endearing and creepy it is absolutely wonderful.

Now, in terms of personality...

We all get it. He's a menace. In his Ceremonial robes and Lab Wear SRs, he definitely shows his flip-floppy nature. In the former, he's fucking around at one of Kalim's parties and in the latter he is subject to one of Adeuces' fuck ups--and surprisingly doesn't hunt them for sport after (yay!). It's his thing.

But!!! There's other things!! :D

Among the rest of the Octavinelle trio, Floyd is probably the most acclimated to land life. Even more than Jade, despite his love for the mountains and mushrooms. Because Floyd has the unique trait of just fucking throwing himself at anything and everything the human world has to offer. We know from the Stargazing Event that Floyd has a thing for high-end shoes from a conversation he had with his (mafia??) father. Despite his initial boredom with fashion in general, it feels very 'Floyd' for him to be fixated on the one item that is intrinsic to living on land: shoes.

He's also canonically really good at cooking...when he wants to be. Like all other things in his life, he tends to be flippant with when he feels like making a meal. But damn when he DOES. For example, during Culinary Crucible Sebek admits that Floyd is very skilled in the kitchen. (If anybody has his CC card....and would like to share with the class his vignette....wink wink nudge nudge). And in the most recent event: Stitch's Tropical Turbulence in the EN server he's seen making a delicious meal for the crew that everyone can't help but compliment: even RIDDLE. He also says its best when you "just wing it" and throw stuff together: which makes sense for his taste for weird takoyaki flavors. Jade has said before that in the Coral Sea they just kind of eat shit raw--which makes it pretty impressive Floyd has such a knack for cooking as a land-dweller activity.

I think it's been said that generally merfolk have a bad time with flight--which extends to the Octatrio. I believe there's been vignettes that focus on Azul's struggles in P.E., though I'm not so sure about Jade. What I AM sure is that chibi Jade is constantly going through it in flight lessons so, I'll take that as gospel for now. But!!! Floyd has a fucking blast. It's definitely not like he's a prodigy or anything but, he thinks it's fun to keep trying ("Haha! I'm like, so bad at this!") Which honestly is why my headcanon is that he is the ONLY of the Octatrio to not be failing P.E.. This also extends to his involvement of the basketball club.

For a merperson to adjust to walking on land is already a crazy ask. TO ASK THEM TO PLAY AN ENTIRELY NEW SPORT THAT RELIES ON NEW RULES, PUTTING INTO ACCOUNT PHYSICS ON LAND AND OH YEAH THEIR LEGS IS INSANE.

But, Floyd Leech does not care what you think is insane. Actually, maybe he does. Just so he can do it. To top it all off: he's good. He can be really good. Club Wear stuff hasn't come out yet in EN server but Floyd Leech can fucking DUNK. I've seen the art. I know what I saw.

His diligence can rival Azul's--he's just less consistent about it. I just think that's funny and pretty cool.

3. Him,,,,,,but like romantically

OKAY SO THIS IS THE PINING PART. THE DOWN BAD MANIFESTO IF YOU WILL.

Sorry it took so long to get here, but I'm here now. Lemme absolutely YAP about what I love about him.

I have some feelings about how authors write him (THIS IS ALL OPINION I LOVE ALL FANFIC AUTHORS ESP OP U DESERVE A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD <3)

I dislike the yandere/overly possessive angle the twins get. I do. But, I get where that interpretation stems from: they're outwardly violent, intimidating, and are basically the fish mafia. Focusing on Floyd though: I love it when he's just....a guy in fics. When he is complaining about his childhood-best-friend-turned-boss who scolded him, or when he gets excited when his crush goes to his basketball games, or when he just wants to SQUEEZE the cute person in his class because he's got cuteness aggression. Fluff, I just like fluff.

OOO OOO FICS THAT LEAN INTO THE "Eels are Cowards" LINE. MY HEART AND SOUL. THEY HAVE IT. Gonna give Jade a big fat kiss for saying that line BC GOOD GOD.

GIMME FLOYD WHERE HE IS STARING AT THE READER FROM ACROSS THE ROOM BC HE DOESN'T HAVE THE BALLS TO SAY WHAT HE FEELS. GIMME FLOYD WHERE HE STARTS TO CALL THE PREFECT BY THEIR NAME INSTEAD OF "SHRIMPY" EXCLUSIVELY. GIMME FLOYD WHERE HE WANTS TO IMPRESS HIS LOVE INTEREST AND GETS EMBARRASSED WHEN HE LOOKS "UNCOOL".

I love where Floyd gets moments where he is caught off guard. Not even necessarily flustered. SHOUT OUT TO @cloudedgalaxies on Ao3 AND Tumblr for one of my FAVORITE interpretations of this.

I love it when Floyd doesn't know what to do when someone actively seeks him out. He's a moray--he's known to be feared by even the creatures of the deep. People at NRC know to be wary of him and his brother: he's basically a hitman for Azul for Seven's sake. But, for some reason, Yuu don't mind it. And I mean that in the sense to refer to the prefect and YOU. I love it when the reader puts up with his squeezes, his mood swings, and his eccentricities. Because for them, it isn't "putting up" with anybody: it's just them spending a good time with Floyd. And that's not a response Floyd expects. HE'S the one who is supposed to be unpredictable! Not you!

So he gets quieter. More reflective. Maybe even more angry. Whyyy???? Why do you do that? Your unpredictability robs Floyd of his control. He likes to toy with people for their reactions, but he is wholly unprepared for yours. And that makes him flail. In @cloudedgalaxies ' fic 'Benevolent Souls', Floyd gets angry with the reader. He can't understand their motivations and that bothers him in a way that he can't even understand completely. Love is foreign to him. The sea is cruel and cold sometimes, even though Floyd loves it it can crush your vulnerability. It really can.

I love it when fics make Floyd love. Even if he didn't think he could. I love it when fics show Floyd's softness that he didn't even know he had. I really do: because he throws himself into loving like he does everything else he thinks is worth it. I LOVE when he thinks love is worth it. He's intense, and wild, and unpredictable, and he's so silly. I love Floyd Leech. I do.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Queens Of The Mayans, Brooke, Chapter 4

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings:  sexual tension

Brooke's POV

"What the hell did you do?" I yelled at Bishop, pushing him as soon as he came into his bedroom the following morning.

I'd been waiting for him ever since I heard the van pull away, and Chucky told me that someone broke Gilly's nose.  I was livid.  He had promised me that he wouldn’t do anything.  I couldn’t believe it.

Bishop told me that he wouldn't do anything, and not even a few hours later, Gilly was on his way to the hospital.

"What do you mean, princessa?"

He tried to look innocent. I could see a glint in the corners of his eyes telling me that he was anything but that.

"Gilly's at the fucking hospital," I growled as I pushed him again, "you promised me you wouldn't do anything."

"I didn't," he lied, not thinking much of it, "I guess he pissed off Coco and Angel."

"Bullshit," I spat. I walked away from him and over to the armchair. Throwing myself in it I grabbed a bottle of scotch that was sitting on the table, and I took a large gulp. It burned going down, but I managed to keep a straight face as I showed my displeasure with Bishop.

"Since when do you drink?"

"Since I lived with the sons," I lied, crossing my arms over my chest as to make sure I didn’t give myself away, "you'd know that if you talked to me."

"I've been out of town up until last night."

"Fine."

"Fine?" he asked, coming over to me. He sat down on the table and took the scotch out of my hands, "that's it?"

"What do you want me to say, Bishop?"

He looked perplexed.  He genuinely didn't know what to say.

"Forgive me."

Now it was my turn to look confused, "what?"

"Forgive me," he repeated. His expression changed from his normal hard-ass demeanor to one that was much softer, "you're right. I got pissed off because of how Gilly treated you, so I had Angel and Coco beat the shit out of him."

"You shouldn't of done that, Bishop." I said, feeling taken off the offensive.

"I know," he admitted, seeming extremely remorseful, "but let me make it up to you, yeah? Take you on a date today?"

"Really?"

He nodded, "really." I agreed and he smiled. He put the cap back on the scotch and patted my knee, then left the room. All the while, I was left alone fantasizing about what we were going to do. Would he buy me flowers? Would he be worse than Gilly? What if he pressured me into sex?

Suddenly I was feeling more nervous than anything. Trying to calm my nerves I went towards the bathroom. Nothing like a hot shower to make everything seem a little less crazy.

XXXXX A Little While Later XXXXX

I looked at the clock that sat on Bishops' nightstand. He hadn't come back to his room, and no one had bothered to check on me. The morning had passed, and we were quickly into the afternoon. Getting dressed in a pair of jeans, and a simple tee I made my way out to the main area of the clubhouse.

Che's old lady was sitting at the bar with him. Angel and Creeper cleaning up around the area. Coco was lazily sitting on the couch nursing a beer, his hand was taped up, and he hissed as he typed something on his phone. Gilly, Riz, and Tranq were nowhere to be seen.

"Do you guys know where Bishop is?"

Yana turned to me, and I could see pity in her eyes, "I think the guys are still out running some errands for the club.  They haven’t been home since yesterday."

"Oh."

"He told us to take you out shopping though," she smiled, holding up a credit card, "We can take the boys to carry the bags if you really want."

"I'm not really in the shopping mood," I sighed, feeling let down, “but thanks.”

"Come on," she said, taking my hand, popping up off the bar stool, "Angel, Coco, you two are coming with us. My love, do you think you and Creeper can watch Diego?"

"Of course I can," Che chuckled, "Creeper, go check on the baby."

Aayana rolled her eyes at her old man, and led me out of the clubhouse and to her car without any hesitation, "he wants you to know he's sorry, you know...I don't think he expected to be gone this long."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm just starting to think he doesn't want to be around me."

"Oh sweetie," she sighed, acting as if she knew what was going on, "trust me. This is the kindest Obispo has been to anyone in a long time."

With that we drove in silence to the mall.

I wasn't really excited to be shopping, but I took it in stride. This was the first time that I'd really been around the queen of the mayans for a long period of time. I didn't want to piss the one and only old lady of any of the mayans off. Ever since our first small interaction a day or so after their first run where she’d stopped my day drinking and shoved me into a shower to sober up, she'd mainly steered clear of me.

"Come on gorgeous, cheer up," Angel said, nudging me after we left the second store, "you're out shopping with no spending limit. Make the old man pay for it."

I felt myself both blush and get angry. Angel was right.  I was gonna make Bishop pay for it.

"Let's go there," I said quickly, pointing to Victoria's Secret. Angel and Coco stopped in their tracks, “I know just where to start.”

"There?" Coco asked.

"I don't know abou-"

"The girl said there," Aayana said matter of fact with a smile. She took my arm, "let's go."

We led the men into the store, and I went wild. I picked up the sexiest piece of lingerie I could find and asked for a dressing room. "Angel, are you out there?"

"Yeah," he said nervously, “You need a different size or some shit?”

I popped my head out and looked around. Aayana was off in the front of the store, and Coco was trying to flirt with the cashier, "can you do me a favor?"

I could see the anxiety in his face, "yeah…okay."

"The zipper is stuck," I lied, "come in here and fix it."

He looked around. Realizing that I was the only one around he came into the dressing room. When he saw me his breathing hitched, "fuck."

"Angel," I giggled after a second, playfully hitting his chest, "eyes are here, bud."

"Shit, sorry," he muttered, "you look really fucking good..."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, running a hand down his chest. I could feel his abs tense as I stopped right at his belt.

"Yeah," he replied softly. He licked his lips, and I knew what it felt like for a wolf to be staring me down. His eyes were filled with lust, “like really fucking good, princessa.”

I reached up and pulled his face down to meet mine. I nuzzled against him, resting our foreheads together, "tell me how good I look."

"I'd take you right now if you let me," he whispered softly, "right here in this store...in this fucking dressing room.  Right like this."

His breath hit me, and our lips brushed together for just the slightest moment. I smiled as I leaned forward more and kissed him. His hands went to my waist, holding me against him as I bit his bottom lip playfully.

He groaned and I felt him begin to harden against my hip.

"ANGEL," Aayana's accented voice yelled, breaking us both from our make-out induced trance, "Coco did Angel leave the store?"

"Shit."

I pushed away from him and peaked out to see Coco and Aayana were looking outside the store. I pushed him out of the dressing room, and towards some racks, "grab a 32 B and start walking towards them. Say I told you to grab me that size."

"Yes ma'am."

I pushed myself back into the dressing room and closed the curtains. Sitting down on the bench I sighed to myself.

Shit.

What am I getting myself into? 

"Listen, I really am sorry," he apologized for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes.  He continued to knock at the door, and even while it was locked, I had pressed my body against it. Moving away, I leaned harder against the opposite wall and stared at the bathroom door, "can you please just let me in?"

"No."

"Brooke, come on."

"I don't want to talk to you."

His pounding on the door stopped, and I heard the familiar creak of him sitting down on his bed, "you can't stay mad at me like this forever...it's not like I'm avoiding you. I have to meet up with another charter. I really wanted to take you out tonight.  I run the club, princessa."

"I don't want your excuses. This is the fourth time this week you've told me you're taking me out, and then you bailed on me.  It's not right, Bishop."

"I-"

But he cut himself off. He wasn't going to fight me on it anymore.

The first time, I gave in quickly, feeling guilty over having made out with Angel when we went out shopping.  But the second time, I was left waiting in his room, a cute little picnic gone to waste.  And the third time, I didn't even bother getting ready, knowing that he would continue his habit of being flaky with me. 

And now, I continued to glare at the door, upset over him running so late that he passed the dinne reservation that he himself had made, and we missed out on an unknown activity that was booked for over an hour ago.

I was livid.  

And he may be president of the Mayans, but for some reason he didn't blanket his authority over me. He always let me do my own thing. He never pushed me on anything.  Including fighting me on this.  He treated me like an equal partner.  And in doing so, he let me know that he felt I was justified in being upset.

I could hear a knock, sounding a little far away, and then Che's voice, "Bish, we gotta go, brother."

"I have to go," Bishop yelled from his position still, "Princessa?" 

I didn't respond. Nor did I move from my spot against the wall.

I heard him sigh and the bed creaked once more. A few seconds later the door clicked shut, and then a few minutes after that I heard the sound of a few bikes pulling out of the clubhouse. Standing up, I made my way back out into the bedroom. I was shocked to see Aayana sitting on my bed.

"What do you want?"

"You don't get to be mad at him."

I looked over the woman on my bed. She absentmindedly rubbed her slowly growing stomach.

"You don't know what it's like, Aayana...He's been telling me he's going to take me out every day this week," I shrugged, "then he has club business and is magically gone."

"I know what that's like very well," she sighed, "Taza brought me here just a few years before you. I thought that he didn't have any time for me either. He never pushed me into a relationship. He wanted me to find my own way, even if it meant that my path did not include him down the road. And believe me there were times I didn't think that our paths would intertwine."

"But it's like Bishop isn't even giving me a chance," I groaned, “he’s treating me like a rabbit that’s chasing a carrot it’s never going to catch.”

"I thought you didn't like him," she smiled smugly, "so what does it matter?" 

"I don't," I growled out, lying to her and myself, "I just don't like being lied to."

"He's not intentionally lying," she replied, "you must know that. The club has been really busy the past year, with Jax Teller dying, and the Sons trying to actually forge a relationship with us...but keeping the bloodshed down between MC's isn't light work."

"I don't care."

"You wouldn't care if your sister got hurt?" She asked. I looked at her through furrowed brows, "you can say you don't care all you want, but the work that Taza and Bishop do with the sons is what protects all of us. The work that they do with the Galindos keeps the groups south of the border out of our backyard. Those men give up time with us so that we are safe."

"Two of those times his 'work,' meant going to the Ariza house," I groaned, thinking about how he went to the whorehouse, "what about that?" 

"Does that mean he gets to be mad at you for making out with the prospect in that store?"

I felt myself going pale.

How did she know?

"How-"

"Angel and Coco walked up on me and Taza creating this little miracle," she said, looking down at her stomach, "Angel is squeamish around women he's not trying to have sex with. When we 'found' him he was calmly getting you a very sexy piece of lingerie..."

Her lips pursed in satisfaction, as my face gave away the fact that she was correct.

"So are you no longer a virgin?"

I felt myself blush, "I'm still very much a virgin...I just...Angel and I made out. Nothing more."

"You are a very odd one, Brooke," she paused. She looked at me long and hard as I moved to change from the date outfit I was going to wear. My summer dress fell to the floor, and it was replaced with a cami and one of the scrapyard shirts and a pair of jeans that hugged my ass. If I wasn't going to get attention from Bishop, I might as well flirt with any of the guys that walked into the office.

"Why do you say that?"

"You wear his shirts when he leaves," she smirked, pointing at the scrapyard shirt. I frowned seeing the red stitched lettering that said 'Bishop'.

"What else am I going to work in?" I asked.

She shrugged, "you're not working. Angel is out there today with Coco and Creeper."

"So."

"He doesn't deserve that, you know," she sighed, "I know that Bishop may seem like some rugged hard-ass, but he's been through a lot more than he's let on. He's lost a child...lost the woman he thought he loved most in this world. He's very closed off. If you keep pushing his buttons, one of these days he'll stop trying to open up to you."

"Let me know when he's decided to start," I groaned, walking out of my bedroom and out to the scrap yard office, "I'd love to know when he decides to put any real effort in." 

Chapter 5

[xpeachesncream]

off the grid | six

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3.7k

chapter warnings: smut chapter! unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f. receiving), slight dirty talk, cussing, possible inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, fluff

notes: will be wrapping this up in the next few chapters!

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Jimin was going to be busy for majority of the day with his parents, which left you feeling a little sad. But, you knew he had to do what he had to do and he had offered to come by and spend time with you tonight. As you were about to head out and explore on your own with the tips he had given you, a call from an unknown number popped up on your screen.

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice came through on the other line. "I hope you don't mind, I asked Jimin for your number not too long ago."

"No, you're good." You chuckled. "What's up?"

"Wanna hang out with me and Tae? We're gonna head to Common Ground."

"Sure!"

"Sick!" He exclaims. "I'll send you our address. Do you think you'll be okay heading over?"

"Yeah, I got it." You responded, remembering Jimin's directions to his place in the event you ever needed anything.

"Okay, just let me know if you get lost and I'll come find you." You chuckled before responding with a simple 'okay' to end the call. You were confident in your memory of the directions, which led you to their place in a matter of minutes. They didn't live too far from Yana, and you remember Jimin saying so since Yana doesn't drive and would simply take public transportation to and from places.

Upon your arrival at their apartment, Taehyung was cleaning up in the kitchen while Jungkook was throwing on a jacket. Jungkook gave you a little tour of their apartment, which was surprisingly clean and smelled of vanilla birchwood. Sooner or later, the three of you were off into town to visit Common Ground, which was considered Korea's first cultural space that was made out of shipping containers. The view and the entirety of it was pretty neat, and you kind of wished Jimin was here, but Jungkook and Taehyung were just as great of travel buddies. They talked a lot about their hometowns and what it was like moving to Seoul, plus how they truly value Korea and it's culture. You were coming to learn what a truly spectacular and beautiful place it was, and it was even more refreshing to hear from the boys themselves how much they loved being from Korea.

After navigating through the crowds and having spent more money on souvenirs and clothes, the three of you decided to eat up and grab some grub. For a minute, you lost Jungkook because he ran into some people he knew, leaving you and Taehyung to eat together.

"This place is neat isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's really cool. Thanks for taking me along." He nodded as his lips poked out while eating his food. You thought it was the most adorable thing.

"You know, Jimin's been really happy since you guys started spending a lot of time together."

"Oh yeah?" You giggled. Yes, Taehyung. Expose him.

"It's actually really nice to see." He chuckled. You knew him and Taehyung had known each other the longest out of their group, but he still held a very tight relationship with Jungkook, Hoseok and Jin. "He's always been the one to take care of people. I just wanna see him happy. He does a lot for the people he cares about."

"I know, he's really the sweetest person I've ever met. He's an angel."

"He was really destroyed over his ex." You continued to listen. "He loved her, a lot. He did everything for her and sacrificed a lot to keep her happy. But she couldn't reciprocate it 100% and that killed him time and time again."

"How long ago was that?"

"About a year ago? Even then, he tried not to have any bad blood with her after she had mistreated him. He has a good heart and mind. He deserves someone good who can take care of him." Your stomach fluttered with the countless butterflies, but most of the happiness you felt, also turned into anxiety. The days were counting down and you wouldn't be here for much longer. "He really, really likes you Y/N."

"I-I do, too. But-" Taehyung looked over at you, concerned. "I'm not going to be here for much longer." You shrugged. "It really sucks."

"Why don't you stay for a little more?"

"Work. My life is back in LA." He nodded. As much as it hurt you to say that, it was true. You wished it was easy to pick up your things and move around the world, but part of you felt silly for even thinking that over a holiday-solo-vacation love story.

"It's gonna be hard, but I honestly don't think Jimin cares. I think he'd make this work with you."

"But is that fair to him? Our time difference and-and, who knows when I'll get to physically see him again? Hearing what he went through.. what if I can't give him what he deserves?"

"I know all of it sounds like a mess and like it would never work, but don't you think you two meant for a reason?" He wasn't trying to be Jimin's right-hand at the moment, he was doing this because he truly could see how the both of you genuinely felt for each other. He hadn't seen Jimin have this glow, this type of genuine happiness to him in a long, long time.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just scared, and I would never want to put Jimin through anything he doesn't deserve."

"I get you." He replies. "But I do hope you know how much he cares about you. Like, I'm really not doing this because he's my bestfriend and all." He laughed. "But because I want to see the both of you happy."

"Thank you." You smiled at him toothlessly, the thoughts now flooding your head. All you wanted to do at this point was run into Jimin's arms and never let go. It would be your new safe haven. All you wanted was Jimin.

The rest of the day with Taehyung and (finally, again) Jungkook was chill, as you grabbed some desserts and played around at a nearby park before heading home to rest. You felt a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you, so you took a quick shower, threw on an oversized tee and shorts before retreating to the bed for a nice, late afternoon nap. You quickly texted Jimin that you'd leave the door unlocked so he could just walk in case you were deadass knocked out and couldn't hear the knocks or phone ringing.

Jimin had been helping his parents do a ton of revamping at their café, while also holding down the fort and doing what he can to help during peak hours. He was exhausted, nonetheless, but was excited to see you. He jetted off to the loft with food from the café to for some dinner, all while chuckling at the text you sent, wondering what the hell Jungkook and Taehyung had put you through today to knock you the hell out.

"Y/N?" He calls out softly. No response. He gently shuts the door and chucks his shoes to the side befofe laying the food out on the kitchen counter. It's peacefully quiet, even as Jimin climbs up the steps to the bedroom area. He smiles to himself as he sees you deep into the duvet covers, sleeping deeply like a baby longing for their afternoon nap. He sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing through your hair, thumb softly caressing your cheek. You slowly open your eyes and smile, immediately sitting up to throw your arms around him. He laughs into your hug, pulling you in closer and running his hands down your back.

"Miss me?"

"I did."

"Aw." He chuckled. "Come here." He cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips.

"What a nice way to wake up."

"Yeah? What did TaeTae and Kookie do to you today?"

"Nothing, we just walked around Common Ground." He nodded.

"That's it?"

"We may have played around at a nearby park before going home."

"There it is." He laughed. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving, actually." You stretched.

"I brought some food from the café. Mom said I better feed you well." You chuckled.

"She's the sweetest." He had quickly brought you over to the café the other day, his mom and dad being the sweetest, and most loving people you have ever come across. You could immediately tell where Yana and Jimin got their mannerisms from. His mom couldn't stop holding onto you and telling Jimin how pretty you were, almost like she was telepathically communicating with her son and telling him to stop fucking around and get with it. You couldn't help but giggle at the look on her face.

"Come on." He nodded for you to follow him downstairs. He had paninis laid out, freshly toasted, with chips and more dessert. You pushed the coffee table in the living room forward a bit so that you both could sit on the floor and enjoy a good movie while eating the food. He had asked you more about your day and if Taehyung or Jungkookie had talked shit about him while you guys were out. You couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the serious conversation you and Tae had.

"Mm, actually," You finished up your sandwich and quickly washed your hands before heading back to the living room area. "Me and Taehyung had a pretty serious talk."

"About?"

"You, what else?"

"God, what did he say?"

"Nothing." You laughed, seeing his facial expression change.

"You can't say that you had a serious talk then not talk about it."

"Aw, is someone upset?" He pouted.

"Yeah, cause I'd like to know and I thought you cared about me." He dramatically responded. "I see that you don't, since you'd rather keep me hanging on a string like this."

"You're so dramatic, Park." You pinched his side, making him laugh. His laugh was certainly becoming a weakness for you. "He just told me that you've been really happy since we've been spending time together." He nodded.

"I mean, he isn't wrong."

"He also said that you really cared about me." You looked at him blankly, trying to read his expression and body language. He smiled at you, his cheeks getting hot and rosy.

"He also isn't wrong there."

"Taehyung really knows you, then."

"Since high school." He shrugs.

"That's about it, though." You spared him the rest of the details being that you really didn't wanna spoil the evening with such sad and negative thoughts about how your time was coming to an end here. Frankly though, you knew you had to deal with it sooner or later. That talk was coming either way.

"Hm." He says, pushing the coffee table up more towards the tv and throwing a blanket over both of your legs. He silently swung his arm over your shoulder and kept watching the movie on the tv. It was awhile before he broke the silence again with a sigh, his eyes still glued ahead of him. "I really like you, Y/N. I like you a lot. It's a little scary, but you don't know how much you drive me crazy with everything you do."

You held onto his hand that was hanging loosely from your shoulder and looked over at him. "I really like you too." At this point, you feel his eyes on you. They linger from your eyes, down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

"Then will you let me take care of you?" All self-control had gone out the window after seeing the look in his eyes. It was full of passion and lust, but nothing dark. He just wanted to be close to you and make you happy. He cared, and he wanted you to see that.

"Yes." You say breathily as his face edged closer to yours. He cupped your face with his free hand, instantly pressing a kiss onto your lips. The kiss began to deepen quickly, with Jimin tracing your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. You gladly let him proceed as your hand rests against his jawline. You took the initiative to pull yourself onto his lap and straddle him, your breathing slightly hitching when you feel his hardened member through his grey sweats. Your tongues are beautifully dancing around as he holds you tightly while you grind your hips against his.

"Hey, wait. Are you sure about this?" He pulls away, knowing the moment is intensifying by the minute. "You know I wanna do right by you, Y/N. I don't wanna do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"I'm sure. I want this. I want you." You respond almost at a whisper, your lips slightly grazing his. He simply nods and brings you back with a kiss. You gently palm his member, making him hiss and groan slightly at your touch. You continue to grind your hips onto him, slowly humping him into insanity.

"Fuck Y/N, honestly, you're going to make me cum if you keep moving like that." You chuckled.

"Don't." You plant kisses along his jaw line, watching as he shuts his eyes and tilts his head back. "I'd want you to do it inside me." You whisper in his ear.

"Y-You can't say things like that." He moaned.

"Or what?"

"You're an instigator, you know that? A really cute one." He says as he chuckles and gently lays you back down onto the ground. He whips your shirt and shorts off, quickly unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. His eyes widen at the sight of your exposed breasts. "So fucking pretty." He curses under his breath as he lightly sucks on your neck and around your breasts, before grabbing a nipple in his mouth and toying around with it with his tongue. You grip onto his hair as you slightly arch your back in pleasure. He bites onto his bottom lip before placing a trail of kisses down your stomach and down to your inner thighs before rubbing your covered clit through your soaked panties. He gently presses his lips onto your covered clit, making you yearn for more. "You're so wet."

"J-Jimin." You weakly call out. "Please."

"I got you, baby." He slips down your panties and inserts a digit into your throbbing pussy. You let out a small moan as he pumps his digit in and out of you, before inserting another two, with his thumb circling your clit.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" You squeal as you continue to feel his fingers stretching you out. You feel your wetness dripping out with every pump and covering areas of your inner thighs before Jimin releases his fingers and has you lick them clean. He lets out a small grunt watching your tongue circle and suck onto his fingers. He then latches onto your clit with his mouth. You feel his tongue swipe down your folds, teasing you with an in and out motion. You jut your hips upward but Jimin does a hell of a job preventing you from moving up any higher. You squirm in his grip, feeling your high coming close. "Jimin, fuck! You're gonna make me cum." You see his eyes look up at you, this time, full of lust. He simply nods as he continues to let his tongue suck you dry and explore the insides of you - the sight being enough to tip you over and make you climax. "Jimin!" You yell his name as your body twitches from underneath his grip. He gives your pussy one last lick, causing you to tremble at the sensitivity.

"You're so fucking pretty when you call my name." He says almost at a whisper. "How else can I make you feel good, baby?" He places soft kisses along your neck and jaw. You tug on his pants, causing him to chuckle and toss his shirt and pants off to the side.

"Please."

"Please, what? Use your words, beautiful."

"I want you deep inside of me. I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip and smirks. You run your hands down his chiseled abs and his V-line, completely in awe of how beautiful this man truly was. He was driving you crazy, everything about him. His eyes, his soft hair, his scent, his body. Good god.

He removes his boxers, making his hardened cock spring out. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen - perfectly long and thick, with veins running upward in various places. You pump him a few times, causing him to let out small moans, before placing your thumb on his reddened head to spread the pre-cum around his tip. He lowers his body back down onto you, his member teasing your entrance and gently grazing your folds. He kisses you passionately before you watch him grab his cock and place the head at your entrance. He inches in, lowering his body back down and bringing the blanket over your bodies while watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You okay?"

"Mhm." You let out, your nails already digging onto his back. He kept a steady pace and slowly eased you into it. Your moans became breathy as he picked up the pace, his hands now keeping your legs opened wider for him. "Mmmmff, Jimin." You pleaded. "Just like that."

"Fuck, babygirl. The way you call my name." He quickly tilts his head back before ramming his body into yours as he became a little rough with it. Your thighs were folded up near your stomach as he held it there and continued to thrust in and out of you. With him picking up the pace, you felt yourself about to reach your climax and cum again.

"God, I'm gonna cum." You continued to moan loudly, until you were gripping onto the blankets and your eyes were rolling back once again. He greatly slowed down his pace, letting you ride out your high once more while placing kisses along your breasts and your lips. He wraps his arms around you and brings the blanket over while he sits back against the couch and lets you straddle him once more. The blanket comfortably sits below your waist, your eyes locked with his. He simply smiles at you, tucking a strand behind your ear and caresses your cheek. You gently and slowly ride him as you lean into his hand and place a kiss on his palm. His hands drop down to your waist, gripping onto them as you kept a steady pace while resting your hands on the couch behind him. You pick up your pace as you watch him squirm underneath you. He begins to call out your name, his hisses and groans accompanying the sound of your wet pussy riding him into the sunset.

"Y/N, fuck. Y-You're gonna make me cum." He tilted his head back, his hands losing grip around your hips as you rode his cock faster. "L-like that." He stutters. "Ugh, god." He hisses. You can tell he's about to let go with the way he's holding back his moans.

"J-Jimin, hmmmmph." You tilt your head back as you feel yourself about to cum for the third time tonight. "Please cum with me." You plead as your moans get louder.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum." He spits out as his fingers deep into your hips. You feel him fill you up completely as you ride out the rest of your high, Jimin's head now resting against your chest as you hold him close. You both stay in the position for awhile to catch your breath. After a moment, he looks up to meet your eyes and smiles, kissing you on the lips before helping you off his lap. He helps clean you up a bit before cleaning himself up and throwing his shirt and sweats back on. You fix the blanket onto the floor and drag some pillows down from the couch so you could lay on your stomach somewhat comfortably on the floor.

"You don't wanna get up to the bed?" Jimin laughed as he kneeled and rubbed your back.

"No, I'm too comfortable now."

"That good, huh?"

"Shut up, Jimin. Leave me alone." He laughed louder.

"I'll go grab another blanket." He says, going into the storage closet to grab another thick blanket to drape over your bodies. He lays next to you, his back resting against the couch as he propped his elbow up and rested his head on his hand. He continued to rub your back as you both looked over at the TV, the movie now nearing the end.

"I have to rewind the movie." You pouted, making Jimin chuckle.

"Go ahead." He watched as you flipped the remote up and brought the movie back to the last place you remembered seeing. You sunk your body into Jimin's, his lips lightly pressing on your head. Not even 5 minutes back into the movie, you felt your eyes getting heavy.

"Ah, I'm getting so sleepy though."

"You took a nap earlier. What do you mean?"

"I worked out a lot today." He laughed and lightly tickled you, making you hit his hand away.

"I see that. Go to sleep."

"Are you going to stay?" You mumbled.

"Only if you want me to."

"Of course I do." He smiled. "But what are you going to do?"

"Watch anime or whatever is on Netflix. Don't worry about me."

"Mmkay."

"Goodnight, baby." He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek. The word baby made the butterflies come back (and the pussy throb, yet again, but you shoved that in the back of your mind because you definitely didn't have energy to go another round, as much as you wanted to).

Jimin watches as you quickly fall asleep, smiling to himself while he continues to play with your hair. He was happy. So happy. More than he's ever felt before and he wasn't sure how you were doing it. He was caught in your spell and he didn't even see it coming. You had him so undone. All he wanted to do was make this work with you and he was willing to, more than you knew. He didn't care about the time difference, he didn't care about your life being back in LA, he just didn't care about anything you've worried about because he believed you were worth it and he was going to put in this effort. You could figure everything else out later, but he just wanted this to be.

Alexa, play: Vibez x Zayn

[valley0fstorms]

Vil and Epel's relationship

Obligatory preface that this takes all canon info, is not biased to any of my own personal beliefs, and is not related to any type of ship

To quote my notes doc title

"I just hate seeing people misinterprete their relationship"

Epel and Vil have always had an interesting relationship, and they could be considered foils to each other. They point out the other's flaws and other characteristics about them by essense of simply being opposites forced to interact with each other.

Now, to start off lets begin with getting one thing straight; Of everything read to write this, only 2 have a set time point, Epel's robe SR and Pomefiore Chapter, pomefiore being in the middle of the term and Epel's robe SR that night after the entrance ceremony. The timing of the Robe SR is cruicial, as it is the 1st or 2nd time Vil and Epel actually interact with each other. In this story, Vil infamously crushes Epel's head in his hand due to lack of manners, yes. He has Epel fix his posture, way of speaking, and table manners forcefuly. A lovely first impression, I'm sure. Vil is known to be strict, not as much so as Riddle pre-OB perhaps, but still strict.

Now, jumping elsewhere, Vil knows quite well of Epel's want to leave Pomefiore and join a different dorm, as shown by his comment to him in Jade's dorm SSR story refering to the matter of dorm changes.

And speaking of Jade's ssr, in that same story we see that Vil has no issue simply throwing Jade under Epel's watch. Vil does this a lot, he often makes Epel suddenly do things with 0 input from Epel. Another example of this would be his forced ballet lessons in Pomefiore chapter. Vil made Epel do a completely different course from the other participants in their group, not allowing Epel any say in this matter, though he had reason for this, The reason being: Epel is too focused on not wanting to do the "girly things" Vil is having them do, as well as Epel in general being a bit off from the rest of the group, and as such Vil thought the best way to remedy this was ballet lessons.

Now, there is one simply yet big fact you must understand about Vil and Epel:

Epel is focused on gender roles, specifically masculinity. He wants to do "boy things" and dislikes "girl things." Meanwhile, Vil breaks gender roles, stating there is no such thing as boy or girl things

Vil does entertain Epel's wants of being more like Vargas or Jack, sometimes. He explained to Epel a very important side effect of a transfirmation potion, the pain it would cause Epel if he used one, going as far as to say that potions aren't the way to getting what he wants.

And on the note of Epel getting what he wants, Vil did tell him from day one that if he wanted to act like how he wanted, he first would have to focus on his strength and beauty, or at least Pomefiore's definition of strength and beauty

And yet.. Epel doesn't seem to listen

It seems as if everything Vil says to Epel goes in one ear out the other, and he's had to tell Epel the same things, give the same lessons, over and over again, but Epel never improves or listens

The reason Epel never improves? He doesn't know what Vil wants him to do

Vil never explains what Epel needs to do to meet his standards, he only tells Epel what he is doing wrong, never how to fix it. He points out flaws but never gives any *helpful* advice in how to get better. Would he explain better if Epel asked questions? Maybe. Does epel ask? No

Now, quickly going onto some positives in their relationship

Vil does, in fact, acknowledge when Epel does good at something, he does acknowledge his successes, and even if he doesn't exactly like the methods Epel has taken, he still will thank him

And then on Epel's part, Epel was willing to fight for Vil, whether it a savanaclaw student in Rook's SSR or a magicamonster in the Halloween event, he was ready to fight for Vil.

Now, these two have a very complicated relationship; Sometimes Vil sees him as a tool to use against Neige, sometimes as a student in his dorm he is somewhat fond of, despite their many quarrels. Its hard to pin down exactly what their relationship is at the moment

Also, the "Epel abuse" as I like to call it only ever occurs in his SR robe story, which as i mentioned before is one of their very first interactions. At no point outside of that has Vil "abused" Epel, the closest he's done would have to be their fights when both get fed up, which usually are provoked by Epel himself out of frustration and "refusal" to listen. Vil is using Epel for his own gain(atm at least) and is incredibly strict, yes, but he isn't abusive

At time of writing, we are only half way through the pomefiore chapter, and as such, we can only wait and see what Yana has in store for us with these two, With time their relationship may get better, but for now, lets leave it at this:

They're opposites; in personality, background, mannerisms, all of it. For them to clash is expected, they're supposed to bring out the traits of one another, and their relationship is as complicated as a real one. They feel human, like you could know two people like them irl

[thebutterflyestate]

movement nine

the day of the caravan

"(Name)-chan is so down the dumps, huh?" Chiyo said as she reached for the basket of fruits that Yana was handing over to her. Chiyo was inside the caravan, lining up the basket of fruits inside while Yana was the one getting them from the storage house. (Name) was busy piling together wrappers for when they need to package the fruits and give them to buyers. She had some sadness sprits floating around her.

Yana hummed, "Obviously. If you were the one in love with Tsugikuni-san and he doesn't tell you about himself when you thought you know him just by his cover, of course you'd be devastated." She said, taking pity for the girl.

"Are you girls done?" (Name)'s father walked out the house, carrying a bag of necessities and some logs. Yana and Chiyo nodded while (Name) stood up and went to place the things she prepared inside the caravan.

(Name)'s mother who walked out with her husband smiled, "(Name), please don't let your feelings dampen the mood." She said, earning the girl's attention.

"Yes...sorry." She said softly. The father chuckled and rode on to the front where there were two horses strapped to the carriage. Yana nad Chiyo climbed up and pulled (Name) into the back with them. Their mother waved a hand, bidding them good luck on their sales and journey.

"Come back safely." She said.

"We will!" (Name) gave her mother a small smile and they all waved back. (Name)'s father urged the horses to go and they neighed loudly before clopping their hooves to the ground and moving.

The sales were greater while travelling compared to when they're just walking to neighboring town. In their caravan sale, lots of people, travelers, farmers, and normal people would come gather and buy their fruits. Fruits were nearly a luxury especially if they were big and healthy. Throughout the travel, (Name) would forget about Yoriichi and let happiness of seeing people smile as she handed over their products make her happy as well. 

Chiyo and Yana gave each other a smile, noticing that the girl's mood was better than before they left. They continued on to their selling and Chiyo would switch wit h(Name)'s father to guide the horses.

When night time came, they stopped by the woods and set camp. The four of them gathered around a flame and ate their dinner, telling each other stories and their thoughts on the sale. After that, Chiyo and Yana were quickly asleep after cleaning up. 

(Name) was still siting by the fire, staring at it and she got reminded by its warmth that this flame was similar to Yoriichi. Her father suddenly sat across her, giving her a smile.

"My child, are you thinking about the samurai again?" He asked. She looked at him guilty and nodded. He chuckled, "You're very transparent."

"Father..." She sighed.

"What do you like about that man, anyway? I let you put down all other marriage offers from fellow farm owners but I never had the opportunity to ask you why you like that man." He asked, "What does he have that others do not?"

"...everything." She said, staring at the fire, "He has everything. Not everyone has everything." 

Her father looked at her, waiting for her to explain.

"He has such warm and sad eyes, a beautiful smile, a wonderful body, a kind and strong personality, a patient outlook, and many more." She said then looked up to the sky, staring at the moon that stood out, "He is like the sun. He is like the moon. He is warm and he...is sad. All alone in the sky. Just as he is alone now...I wonder what he is up to."

"You're such a romantic," Her father said, she gave him a slight glare and he laughed, "(Name), he is your first love so cherish that feeling in your heart, alright?"

She nodded and he stood up patting her head, "Good night, father."

"Good night. Sleep early after daydreaming about your man, alright!"

"Father!" 

Morning came and they had breakfast together before setting off back home through another path. They sold their fruits again until all the baskets were empty and they had so much coin to take home, they laughed at (Name)'s bulging eyes. She had never seen so much money before.

However, even with the hard work they put through it and all the money they earned, whenever they saw someone in need, they would give some of their money since that was all they could give them and all the fruits had been sold out.

The journey back home took longer because of the rough road they took and they had to consider the horses. 

Soon nightfall came. In an hour more, they would arrive back to their hometown. Chiyo, Yana, and (Name) were at the front of the carriage, guiding the horses as they sang. (Name)'s father was at the back cleaning the insides of the baskets.

(Name) looked up to the starry sky and smiled. Isn't the sun a star too? She recalled one of her home studies then she felt the carriage stop. She turned to Chiyo who sat next to her, Yana on Chiyo's other side. 

She looked at why they stopped and saw a man and a boy at the side of the road, the man had passed out and the boy was shaking him awake . (Name) blinked.

"(Lastname)-san! There's some guys here!" Chiyo called to the back. Yana got down to help the two. (Name)'s father peered his head out, "A boy and his father."

"I'll go check what's wrong. They might be beggars that need help." Yana said, calmly. Chiyo hummed in agreement.

"They shouldn't be walking out at night," (Name)'s father said then noticed that his daughter hadn't been saying anything the whole time. He blinked and looked at her fear stridden face, her face paler than usual and her body trembled, "Daughter...are you okay?"

Talk! Speak!

(Name) yelled to herself internally. That isn't a boy shaking his father awake, it was a demon eating out a man! How could see know through this dark? She couldn't, she just knows because she had been in a similar situation and there was light smell in the air. It was blood.

Say something!

She tried to speak, her words stuck in her throat in fear. She watched Yana come close and her body trembled so bad for what's to come next.

No! Get away!

"Y-Ya--!"

"AaaaaGGGHHH!!" Before Yana could even speak, she was quickly cut across her face. Chiyo and (Name)'s father's eyes widen when they heard her scream in the dark. Their only light source was the stars in the sky and the lantern inside the caravan.

"What the hell!" (Name)'s father yelled, grabbing a rake from inside the carriage and jumping out, "Yana! Yana! Are you alright!"

"(Name)-chan, please head to the back." Chiyo was keeping her composure as she forced the girl to stand up and go with her to the back. (Name) was shaking to the core. Her jaw was locked tightly but they all knew what they came across. Tears came ut of her eyes, Chiyo sweat nervously.

(Name)'s father held the rake in his hand tightly then he his something with his foot, something rolled in front of him. He looked down and despite the darkness, he could see Yana's head. 

Her body wasn't attached to it. just her head and her face had lines of claw marks so deep, blood oozed out of them. Yana's face was permanently stuck to a terrified look, her mouth open as if she was still screaming and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head.

"I'm so luck, so lucky, so lucky, so lucky, so lucky." He looked up and saw a silhouette of the boy that now grew before him. The smell of blood was thick and he couldn't help but throw up on the side. (Name)'s father shook in fear but he blindly waved his rake around, an attempt to scare the demon off, "That won't do..."

In a split second, he was on the ground, no longer able to feel the rake in his hands because he no longer had his arms. Blood came out from the cut limbs and he screamed in pain. Chiyo and (Name) who were in the carriage, hugged each other tightly and cried so softly. 

(Name) cried as she heard her father cry in pai nand agony, there was the sound of bones crunching and a loud pop before the sound of her father's cries were gone. She knows he's dead now. Bile threatened to rise from her mouth but she clamped her mouth shut with her hand. 

"Don't worry...the light will protect us, your charm will protect us." Chiyo reassured her, holding her tight. (Name) looked down on the charm around her neck. The wisteria bag.

"Who..said...it will?" The demon shook the carriage and they looked around, frantically looking fro the demon but it wouldn't show itself. The lantern in the caravan fell to the floor and the baskets near it set up in flames.

Chiyo gasped and grabbed (Name) then they jumped out the carriage and ran to the opposite path with their lives on the line. Chiyo ran ahead, dragging (Name) with her who hwas difficulty catching up.

"(Name)....! (Name)...! Please run faster! I know it's hard...! But please!!" Chiyo begged, looking back at the younger girl with tears on her eyes. (Name)'s heart started to palpitate and her lungs couldn't handle the task of running so fast. Her legs were wobbling and she fell to her knees, dragging Chiyo who got up, "(Name)...! Get up!!"

(Name) panted do hard, she was sucking in air and sweat already layered her entire body. She felt like her head was spinning. At that moment, she cursed herself, why was she so damn weak? 

"C-Ch-Chiyo-san, please go...! Save yourself...!" (Name) managed to stammer out and she didn't see the look of hesitancy and disbelief that Chiyo gave her. (Name) just felt her hold tighten then she was scooped up to the woman's arms. They could hear the horses crying out and struggling.

She started running with (Name) in her arms but she was heavy even though she was thin and frail, "Are you stupid...?! I would never do that! I owe your family my li--"

(Name) screamed when she heard the sound of skin tearing. Chiyo fell and so did (Name) who was gaping in fear as she stared at the hideous demon that was stepping over Chiyo.

"(Name)...run...please run...!" Chiyo was unmoving, her eyes losing it's shine but she still manage to choke out those words through blood. She received deep cuts on her back. (Name) wailed.

"That was so... touching." The demon said, licking it's hands.  There was warm blood on (Name)'s face then she hurriedly gathered herself and ran, the demon did not chase her and she though the wisteria charm worked but when she looked down to look at it and pray, it had turned smaller. 

"N-No-no!" She grabbed the charm into her hands while running, the bottom had a hoel and the wisteria in it was spilling on to her hands. The demon lunged, kicking her on the back and she fell on the ground, the wisteria falling.

"Such small amount of wisteria don't scare me you know." The demon said, "It's not even pure wisteria. some are just seeds.."

(Name) screamed when the demon slowly buried it's finger into her shoulder, it bleed out profusely and her sweet blood enticed the demon. Her head was spinning, she couldn't think of anything except for death but the demon was making her suffer.

"AAAAAAGGH!" She cried out, her eyes rolling, tears spilling as the demon laughed loudly at her torment. She grabbed the demon's arm but couldn't budge. The demon pulled out it's finger and stabbed her on the other shoulder. She screamed again and kicked her legs but they had no strength in them. 

She caught sight of the moon, it looked like a blur of white in the sky, "Yo...rii...chi..." The demon removed it's finger and held her left ear then in one swift movement, the demon plucked her ear off. (Name) screeched, her hand holding onto her left side of the head. The demon ate her ear. 

"No one will help you out here, you know." The demon frowned at her, watching her blood from her ear pool underneath her head. (Name) stopped struggling but just cried. Her body felt so weak and tired. 

The demon grabbed her left arm then pulled. (Name) could feel her joints cracking and popping and she screamed so loudly, it echoed into the night. 

Slash!

Before the demon could pop her arm out, it's head fell to the ground and he was unable to react to it. The demon fell to the side and quietly crumbled to dust in shock.

(Name) knew who came to her side and lifted her to sit, she still held on to where her left ear was supposed to be. She looked at Yoriichi with tears in her eyes. He looked at he with the same warm and sad eyes. She forced a smile upon her face and she felt him squeeze her shoulder a bit. She could feel no pain at all.

"Tsugikuni-san...did you come to save me...?" Her voice was very soft, her hand on the side of her head fell but he caught it but she weakly and shakily lifted that hand to reach his face and feel the ominous mark on his forehead, "...I think I realized just now..."

At her near death, it occurred to her some thoughts she had shoved deep into her mind because they were too hard for her to handle. At that realization, she trembled and smiled at Yoriichi. She stroked his face, forgetting that the blood in her hands were staining his cheeks.

"...You aren't like the moon at all...you aren't the blue moon...that I look at all night. You aren't...the blue moon...that comes and goes...once a month....yo must be greater than that...right?" She let out a chortle but she coughed out blood, "I'm so stupid...for not realizing it sooner...you're just the sun..you're just the sun...which is greater than the moon...you're still there even when night takes over..."

Yoriichi gave her a sorrowful look and watched her smile at him despite her suffering.

"And I'm...just one of those people...who bask under your light..." She said, the light in her eyes flickering, tears ran down her cheeks softly, "I...just a stranger...who will not be...able to move the sun...but just witness it...I'm not the one to...move your legacy...I'm just a passer by..."

The light in her eyes went out like a flame and her hand on his cheek fell and he caught her hand. He softly spoke, "(Name)-san...thank you."

She smiled, her eyes half way closing. There was no hope for her to be saved from the start, "...you're...not...a man...of no..worth...remember that."

Then she closed her eyes.

[chibimyumi]

I hope you don't mind me asking, but in the last post you mentioned that Yana used to write inconsistently in the past, do you have any examples? I always thought she's very consistent lol (well except the okama thing with Grelle but that was a good change/rectifying a mistake)

【Referred post】

Dear Anon,

No, I do not mind (*´ω｀*)ノ

Indeed, Yana has written quite some inconsistencies. I am fairly sure I did not manage to notice all of them (for better or for worse), but I shall highlight a few I find noteworthy.

So please find a list here ranked from least to most unforgivable in my opinion.

Number 6

Obviously this is a case of Yana having decided against one of her earliest dubious decisions, but the technological chronology in ‘Kuroshitsuji’ is bonkers.

In the earliest chapters we see very advanced technology, from wireless telephones to a f*cking Funtom DS. The Funtom DS is a commodity produced by O!Ciel’s own company, and as we have seen in some later chapters, he is used to supervising the product quality himself. As such we can safely assume that he is aware of such technologically advanced items.

Regardless, in the Emerald Witch arc we see this same Funtom CEO shocked upon seeing a war tank.

As discussed in this post in more detail, it is simply Yana’s decision to be more historically accurate, and ever since getting an English history advisor on her team, ‘Kuroshitsuji’s period accuracy has increased immensely. Therefore I find this inconsistency simply funny, and is in no way a blemish to the series in my opinion.

Number 5

Unlike the inconsistency in period accuracy, number 5 is one I do consider a blemish.

The patheticness of O!Ciel’s physical powers is notorious. During the Circus arc when he was auditioning for example, we see how the knife he threw wouldn’t even have neared the plank were it not for Sebas’ help. In the Boarding School arc too, the boy is very aware of his lack in physical prowess, and goes through the trouble of doing complex calculations to beat their opponents at cricket.

… in the very same arc however, we see this same little noodlearm throw the lantern over a tall fence, therewith successfully smashing in a glass window from dozens of metres away.

It likewise makes no sense that the little flame did not go out during its flight, and that O!Ciel didn’t consider that despite his superb understanding of physics…

This ⇊ is what should have happened, and would frankly have been better.

╭( ÒДÓ)و 　　ミ🏮🕯️                    🏘️

(;; ・_・)つ     ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ 🏮💨…      🏘️

The entire scene where O!Ciel causes a fire to force all the Violet dorm students out was an insult. The fire should never have spread that fast to begin with, but okay, let us stretch our suspense of disbelief, and accept that the fire just happened to have hit a chain of combustibles and explosives. But why bother getting everyone out in the first place?

Like Sebas said, he can sense the souls from that range. This is CLEARLY not played as one of the instances where Sebas is messing with his master by keeping information from him.

Number 4

O!Ciel is not just smart, but also tactical. Admittedly he was quite a bit of a starfish up and until the Jack the Ripper arc, but Sebas certainly taught a lesson, albeit in the hard way (extensively discussed in this post).

Afterwards, O!Ciel always made sure to actively involve himself in all types of investigations, but he would never unnecessarily expose himself to danger, or waste time for that matter. He would usually send Sebastian to do some pre-investigations first, and use that information to plan his strategies further.

In the Emerald Witch arc however, O!Ciel tagged along to investigate the cursed forest. The boy did not believe in the werewolf’s curse, that is something I can accept. But he did also know for a fact that all humans who entered the forest either died, or came out barely alive. Regardless, he still entered the forest without any precaution, and guess what, it turned out badly!

Writer’s convenience much?　

Anyway, anything in life is an experience, and after exposure to mustard gas, O!Ciel sure is a more seasoned Watch Dog now ( ^_ - )-☆

Number 3

Sebastian’s demon powers are superb, but also most definitely the least consistent in Yana’s writing. The demon powers are usually an extension to Sebas’ character, but more often than not does Yana use them for sheer convenience.

In the Campania arc it had been established that the bodies of Bizarre Dolls are weaker than a living human’s. This makes absolute sense as the corpse will decompose, breaking the proteins that keep us strong (I think it’s called proteolysis? I’ll stop talking before I betray further just how much I suck at biology.)

In the Boarding School arc however, Sebastian dashes forward to meet Professor Agares in head-on wrestle combat, and we see his hands shaking, struggling to keep the zombie in place. How? This same demon who can effortlessly punch holes in stone floors and through walls?

The same strength inconsistency happens in the earliest chapters too, where Sebastian struggles very hard to withstand Grell’s attacks. The Death Scythe is of course a terrifying weapon, but without the brute force pressing the chainsaw down, it is hardly a threat.

‘Brute force’ I say… but according to Yana’s Q&A in the ‘Character Guide Book’, a reaper’s physical strength is not much greater than a human’s. And yet Sebas is clearly struggling judging by how his eyes even glowed up.

I am going to assume that Yana scratched that initial setting for reapers as it was literally more than a decade ago, which is why ‘Noodlebastian Part 2′ doesn’t get its own category. If Yana did NOT scratch it however, what good are Sebas’ arms then?

Perhaps this was Yana’s sixth sense telling her that in future her Sebas will be played by Prince Noodlearms. ( ´艸｀)

Number 2

Similar to number 3, Yana made good use of Sebastian’s superiour senses, and established that he can smell whether something is a Bizarre Doll or not. Maggie’s body was quite far removed from him, and yet he said the stench is enough to make his nose twitch.

Excellent!

But then in the Boarding School arc, despite having spent quite a lot of time with Professor Agares, he only started to suspect something was up after he made physical contact with him.

Yes, perhaps Undertaker found a way to preserve Professor Agares’ body better than Maggie’s, but then surely Sebas would still be able to smell that the man does not sweat anymore. Is it perhaps that Sebas could only tell after touching Agares’ hand that is presumably softer than a living human’s hand?

Well… as demonstrated during their clash explained for ‘number 3′, apparently it’s fine? Which is it, YANA!?

Number 1

So far we have seen inconsistencies in O!Ciel’s behaviour and intellect, as well as Sebas’ demon powers being switched on or off for the sake of plot convenience (or dramatic effect).

The most unforgivable inconsistency in my opinion however, is Sebastian’s attitude in the Blue Sect arc when his master passed out at the hands of the enemy.

Sure, he was occupied by a cat, and we know he goes bonkers for them. But despite Sebastian’s craziness, we also know he still always prioritises his contract. He did notice in time that something was up with his master, and he did seem to worry for a split second. But then he basically went ‘meh’, even though he really should have gone to check what was up.

It was not until much later that he suddenly noticed the blood on O!Ciel’s body, acting like his entire contract was on the line. He apologised profoundly for his neglect, finally giving the correct amount of f*cks as is in character for him. But really though, Sebas would really never have waved off his master fainting in enemy territory in the first place if you ask me.

This is the reason why I placed this one in first place, because this is the only inconsistency that not only defies the law of the universe, but also almost threatens Sebastian’s very contract.

Mehbastian, you won the golden trophy🏆, congratulations!

[taebadam]

act two pt. 1:

act twooooooo. we start w hands clean (this ensemble wowwowwowowow) and the stage opens to bella and andrew on either side of nick, all staring out into the audience. a few moments later jo and frankie come in from stage right and stand on either side of bella, comforting her and staying by her side as they walk off stage. honestly, i love how bella is rarely alone in all of this, jo and frankie are always there for her it’s really sweet.

as they all leave we transition to a psychologist’s office where steve and mj are getting ready to meet w the doctor. cue not the doctor. so good. so funny. so clever. when yana comes up behind them as the doctor and announces “hello i am the doctor” it’s just so perfect. then comes the therapy session. the whole time steve is emotional and desperate trying to get through to mj and figure out what’s wrong he’s just so concerned and mj is just so completely closed off: body language, speech and all. she does not want to be there. she does mention her car accident, though, and the doctor comments that physical trauma can awaken past trauma, even sexual trauma (hint hint see the predator theme from forgiven…). mj immediately tries to deny this and steve just doesn’t know what to do. there is a funny line though where the doctor asks if steve would describe himself as the high-libido partner and steve responds “i would describe myself as a puppy under the table begging for scraps… and getting kicked in the head w a loafer” and mj goes “these are not loafers these are drivers” and it’s so funny. but eventually the doctor asks if mj has always been reluctant to have sex and steve says no, that “they were great once. remember?” cue head over feet. frankie and phoenix peek out from behind the panels on either side of the stage while mj and steve are still in the center as the song starts. eventually the couples switch places as the song grows and the swingset replaces the doctor’s office for frankie and phoenix to climb on while they sing. the song ends with them in frankie’s room, about to have sex. as they start taking each other’s clothes off jo enters from the side, singing your house (wow i love lauren patten her voice i just ahhhhhhhh). all of your house is acapella and lauren patten is just honestly a freak of nature. she walks into frankie’s room and catches them in the middle of having sex, running out and trying to hide the fact that she’s crying as frankie calls after her. she runs downstairs as mj and steve come home and announces that frankie has been having sex w a boy upstairs. she breaks the tension w one of my favorite lines “he was wearing dog tags w no shirt like a douche!” then steve calls her joanne before running upstairs. as he and mj leave she stops for a moment and says, her voice small, shaking and cracking a little and with a hint of just utter devastation “please don’t call me joanne.” she then returns to her usual funny self though and yells “i’m not a fucking fabric store!” before exiting the stage. again, just beautiful acting from lauren. the face jo puts on only breaks for a second but wow is it like a punch in the gut. it breaks me every time.

ok so you know how in theaters there are poles/scaffolding on either side of the stage where they hang lights and speakers and things? yeah. so steve and mj run into frankie’s room and phoenix can be seen literally climbing down said scaffolding w no shirt or pants on, trying desperately not to drop his clothes. steve comments about frankie’s friend “running down the sidewalk w his pants falling down” as phoenix stumbles through the audience just trying his best. it is so fucking funny. but then mj and steve start berating frankie. they say she’s too young to be having sex “especially w a boy she just met” and frankie responds “what if it was with a girl? i’m bisexual, did you know that?” and steve’s like “wow ok” and it’s hilarious cause clearly he’s like not upset w this and would want to talk about it more but also there’s another issue at hand and this poor dude is like idk what to do. meanwhile mj just keeps going on about how frankie shouldn’t be doing this and frankie goes “you don’t care about the situation w bella but as soon as i choose to have sex w someone i care about it’s a crime?” and mj goes “don’t even get me started in the situation w bella. if youre not careful frankie the same thing could happen to you.” silence. a few gasps in the audience. frankie slowly stands up and pushes mj away “you don’t get it.” she says, devastated, and begins packing a bag. they ask her what she’s doing, she says it’s none of their business and they say it is because they’re her parents. she yells “you are not my parents! look at me. you don’t own me just because you have a paper in a file folder somewhere. you thought you could straighten my hair and raise me around white kids and i would turn out like you. well i’mglad i didn’t. i don’t want o be like you.” she rushes off and steve and mj yell at each other in anger, mj blaming him as the workaholic who was never around and steve trying to get through to her and say that maybe they made some mistakes when raising frankie and they should try to listen to her. to no avail.

cut to unprodigal daughter. frankie is on a train to new york and her and the ensemble just completely rock out. she has her moment, finally free of all the pain and stress of home. she’s carefree and happy, dancing her heart out. OH WOW THE CHOREOGRAPHY HERE HOLY SHIT. also her voice. wowowow. so good. at the end, they do a lift w frankie that’s the EXACT SAME LIFT as they did w ebony (her double) back in all i really want. so good. after the song she calls phoenix, trying to get him to come to new york w her. she tells phoenix she loves him and he can’t say it back, he tries to explain that he really likes her he’s just not ready to say he loves her yet but frankie hangs up on him, heartbroken.

there’s a mini transition scene where all of the ensemble are on their phones saying horrible things about bella like that she’s only doing this for the money and that she’s just trying to get attention. at the end they all silently hold out their phone screens to the audience and walk off without a word. wow.

the next scene bella walks into the healy house, looking for nick. instead the finds mj in the kitchen and they talk. mj says she heard about what happened and says she understands how bella feels. bella says she doubts that and mj says that she’s experienced the same thing before, but that “we have to be strong and accept our mistakes.” she’s trying to smile, act like everything is ok. it’s a call back to her line in forgiven after she discusses her assault, where she says “i kept going i powered through.” bella looks at her for a moment and asks, “when did you start to feel better?” she pauses and her voice breaks as she begins to cry “how long did it take? tell me when i’m gonna feel normal again.” silence. mj doesn’t have an answer. “great.” bella says and leaves. nick comes in right after she goes and tells mj the police called, that he thinks he should say something about what he saw. mj immediately shuts him down, tells him to stay out of it for fear of him losing his reputation or, worse, his acceptance to harvard. he stops and says “i need to tell you what i saw that night.” cue predator.

this song is haunting. truly. it begins with that chilling theme and you just know what’s coming and all the times that theme came in during the first act start to come together and it dawns on you and just. wow. we go back to the night of the party, but this time from bella’s point of view. we now see everything andrew does so, so clearly and we’re left thinking: how did we not notice this before? the truth is each of us probably did notice something, something small. but we’ve been conditioned to ignore it, see it as normal, something that “just happens sometimes.” and it’s really a punch to the gut when you realize what you did, how you were a bystander who didn’t notice the signs that were right in front of your face. i have never seen a piece of art or media so successfully throw viewers into this mindset, truly showing us how easy it is to be passive and complicit. we can’t judge nick really. we can’t think “how could he not see something was wrong? how could he not say anything?” because we did it too. we see andrew give her drink after drink, pull her away from her friends and guide her as he pleases. about halfway through the song, however, bella steps away from the party scene to sing at the side and who replaces her? HEATHER. MJ’S BODY DOUBLE. heather takes her place in her same outfit and begins a truly mesmerizing choreography that has her falling around the stage, being pulled and lifted and tossed around by the ensemble like she has no control over her body, no control over her actions. the panels begin to move in as we get closer to the final chorus and eventually they open up to reveal a bed standing upright (like we’re looking down on it) with the party still raging behind and bella steps over and leans back on the bed as she hits her big note going into the climax of the song. she lays there on the bed, immobilized, singing in despair as andrew slowly approaches her while the panels around her show the images that were taken at the party which frankie and jo mentioned in the first act. then, as the chorus come to an end, andrew removes her from the bed and brings her to the floor. it’s at this point that a few things come together and let me tell you: i gasped. first, we notice we’re now witnessing the rape. bella is unconscious and andrew is beginning to undress her. second, it’s at this moment nick comes out from behind a panel, revealing not only that he saw how drunk bella was, but that he saw andrew beginning to rape her and did nothing. third is that as bella is removed from the bed who takes her place? mj. mj takes the exact same position that bella was in, watching the assault on the floor below her in horror. and finally, the final punch to the whole scene, is that as the song comes to a close the panels cover the photos of bella once again for just a moment and when they move away, what’s left beneath are no longer pictures of bella. they’re pictures of mj. in the same position. just. heart-wrenching.

after the song we see mj really start to break down. she yells at nick, asking why he didn’t do anything, asking if he “forgot she (bella) was a human being.” nick is devastated and mj is just barely holding it together. truly stunning. but even still mj tells nick he still can’t say anything. she doesn’t want him to get in trouble, and losing her perfect son is still central in her mind.

[alexthegamingboy]

Toonami Weekly Recap 01/25/2020

Sword Art Online: Alicization: War of Underworld EP#26 (02) - Raids: With Rulid under attack by goblins and orcs, Alice quickly equips her armor, but conceals it beneath her clothes and flies to the village on Amayori. She finds a small group of villagers attempting fight off the goblins while the remaining villagers stand back preparing to mount a defence. Alice attempts to evacuate them, but they refuse to defy the orders of the guards of the village. Left with no choice, Alice reveals to the villagers her identity as an Integrity Knight and orders the villagers to evacuate, much to Barbossa's disgust. With newfound determination, her eye regenerates by force of will and she swiftly defeats the invasion. Meanwhile, in the real world, Gabriel Miller and his team approach Rath on a submarine. He and his invasion force have taken control of the main control room of Ocean Turtle but are currently locked out. Asuna, Kikuoka, and the remaining staff at Rath get a reading on their current situation and decide their next course of action is to retake control of Ocean Turtle and prevent A.L.I.C.E from falling into enemy hands.

My Hero Academia Shie Hassaikai Arc Season 4 EP#73 (10) - Temp Squad: Fat Gum and Eijiro are victorious in their fight against the two thugs. Meanwhile, Izuku and company struggle against Joi Irinaka whose quirk is preventing them from moving forward. To make matters worse, Himiko Toga and Twice from the League of Villains have also joined the fight.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#11 - Narancia's Aerosmith: A flashback shows how Narancia grew up on the streets until he was rescued by Fugo and Bucciarati. Formaggio traps the miniature Narancia in a bottle with a spider to interrogate him on Trish's whereabouts. However, Narancia had earlier managed to have Aerosmith riddle a car with bullets which suddenly explodes, scorching Formaggio and returning Narancia to his normal size. Using his own blood to extinguish the flames engulfing him, Formaggio shrinks himself and attempts to escape under the smoke affecting Aerosmith's radar. However, Narancia causes more explosions, surrounding Formaggio with more fires and forcing him to reveal himself. The two have one final stand-off, resulting in Narancia managing to kill Formaggio. Back at the vineyard, Bucciarati receives instructions from the boss to travel to Pompeii and retrieve a key near a dog mosaic for a vehicle which can escort Trish to safety.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Drum House Arc EP#13 - Something More Important Than Life: The entire house shifts its orientation suddenly, throwing Zenitsu and Shoichi outside through a second story window. The room Tanjiro is in flips, sending papers from a cabinet flying across the room. When Tanjiro lands, he takes care not to step on them. This causes Kyogai to recall how, as a human, he loved to write but was belittled, his writing discarded, though Tanjiro took care not to step on it. Tanjiro figures out how to take quicker shallow breaths and reinforce the muscles around his leg to compensate and also becomes able to smell the claw attack coming. This lets him get close enough to cut off Kyogai's head, but he tells him his Blood Art was incredible before decapitating him. Before he dies, Kyogai finds himself crying as Tanjiro has recognized his blood art and writing. Using a hollow knife made by Yushiro, Tanjiro collects a blood sample, which is taken by an enchanted cat of Yushiro's with an invisibility spell before he looks for Kiyoshi and Teruko. He is greeted by a book to the face when he finds them as their drum had vanished and they couldn't shift anymore, but they apologize. He takes them outside where he finds Inosuke kicking a badly wounded Zenitsu, who is protecting Nezuko's box. Inosuke had come out of the house after Zenitsu and tried to destroy the box since he was getting a demonic vibe from Nezuko within. Zenitsu recognizes him as the Fifth survivor of Final Selection, who was there but did not show himself. Zenitsu already knew there was a demon in Tanjiro's box as he could hear her breathing and heartbeat but trusted Tanjiro had a reason for declaring it was more important then his life and protects it. As Tanjiro sees Inosuke about to stab Zenitsu, he shouts at Inosuke to stop and rushes him.

Dr. Stone Communications Arc EP#20 - The Age of Energy: Senku and Ishigami Village begin work on the cell phone, planning to complete its construction by spring. In order to manufacture gold filaments for wiring, Senku creates a cotton candy machine to test with sugar. Senku brings cotton candy to Homura, who has been spying on the Kingdom of Science. After running into imperfections making filaments, Senku develops a gear train for the cotton candy machine, inspiring Chrome to construct a waterwheel with Kaseki.

Fire Force Netherworld Arc EP#23 - Smiles: Shinra again uses his Adolla Burst jump to light speed, causing his childhood memories to be shared with Sho. While initially rejecting memories from their youth, scenes with Shinra caring for him and their mother's love overwhelm Sho, causing him to break down in tears. As Shinra embraces his younger brother, he realizes his uncontrolled speed has resulted in Sho's sword piercing his body. Haumea appears and reveals that they are collecting Adolla Bursts for the Evangelist who wants to kick-start the Great Cataclysm again. Haumea attempts to apprehend Shinra, but Arthur and the rest of Company 8 arrive to rescue him. The Evangelist causes the tunnel to collapse, enabling Haumea and Yana escape with Sho, while Company 8 exits with the severely injured Shinra. At Special Fire Hospital 6, Director Kayoko Huang uses her serpent-like flaming Rod of Ascepius to heal Shinra. He awakens three days later and is greeted by Company 1 commander Captain Leonard Burns who reveals that he knew everything about the Kusakabe house fire and how Sho had been indoctrinated by the Evangelist. Furious, Shinra demands an explanation but Burns challenges him to see if Shinra's resolve is strong enough.

Food Wars!: The Second Plate Totsuki Autumn Election Arc EP#26 - Interplay of Light & Shadow: Megumi competes against Ryo in the second match, where the two make ramen dishes using pre-prepared noodles. As both Megumi and Ryo make ramen using seafood based broths, Alice recalls when she first met Ryo ten years ago. Ryo presents his Soupe de Poisson Ramen first, impressing the judges with a rich flavor made using crushed lobster shells. Despite the shift in the crowd's tone, Megumi concentrates on finishing her Kozuyu Chicken Soy Sauce Ramen, which draws out umami from scallops and simmered dried vegetables while also using a flavor-changing sauce.

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#102 - Two Miracles: Nero appears to watch the boys from next to the first Wizard King's statue atop the giant demon skull. As Asta and Yuno fight the elf, a user of poison plant magic, the injured Father Orsi, Sister Lily and the orphans reminisce on their memories of them growing up and then learning about Asta and Yuno's lives as magic knights through the letters they sent home. They recall all Asta and Yuno's most recent experiences with their squads, the Wizard King, The Underwater Temple, the Witches Forest and the Midnight Sun. While Yuno fights the elf Asta tries to use his sword to remove the poison from Father Orsi, but fails as the original spell is gone and cannot be nullified, while the poison remains in Father Orsi's body. Father Orsi manages to tell Asta how proud he is of both him and Yuno and asks that they protect the village then dies from the poison. Asta's grief summons from his grimoire the sword he took from Licht, now as black and rusted as his other swords. As he grasps the sword he experiences a vision of Licht and his anti-magic demon form activates.

[kurtty-drabbles]

I feel what you feel au (PART 4)

It will have this part and one last more so YEAH Another au complete.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

Ever since the big fight between Kurt and Brian/Meggan- as she does count and is forever going to be over conscious of how men and how to defend herself- it has passed more or less 2 months. It´s clear as day that Kurt, Brian, and Meggan will never be friends and as Meggan still wants to be away from him it proves that Kurt is not delusional. However, there´s a silver line in this situation as Cap Britain and Gloriana are professional to the booth and Nightcrawler can follow the example (if a bit late)

Brian stopped drink for a while and it will reach almost one year of sobriety and Kurt didn´t even notice when Brian has stopped drinking nor will throw any comments about it. It has been 2 months since the big revelation and 2 months ever since Karma and Wolfsbane join the team and are 2 agonizing 2 months that Karma and Kitty are in "friends with benefits" arrangement.

Am I...superficial?

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It happened by chance as if the Gods (God) were making a gambit with Excalibur and privately, Kitty does ponder if there´s more of one God - in those rare moments where she didn´t take her pill. She likes how Kurt seems to be thinking the same- when Logan appears in Excalibur´s door in his grumpy and Wolverinesque way.

"Excalibur" Logan inclination towards Rachel is a bit awkward considering a few years ago he was pinning for her mother. "I was in a mission for the X-men. No, I´m not Mystique" he is quick to voice out when Ray probes in his mind and it really sour his mood.

"Sorry," Rachel said not feeling too much for her actions. "Mystique has done tricks like that in the past" her eyes flick to Kitty for a moment as if she´s asking if she´s alright and Kitty nods mutely.

That changes his mood and Kurt notices it. "As I was saying. Not Mystique. Anyway, I just want to say hi and...wonder if Karma or Pheonix would be interested in work in a separated mission" Logan said and now Moira, Meggan, and Brian as well Karma are paying attention.

Kitty is near Karma as Logan is explaining the situation. "Northstar is forming a team to capture Machine Y" his tone is dry and straightforward. "and they need a telepath...Jean´s sister" and Logan sighs as he explains Northstar´s name. "In Quebec, Jean is a name for boys and girls"

"Oh, I didn´t know" Karma stated blink owlish.

"Anyway, his sister got some power up and is too unstable to go to the mission and he asked me to see if there´s any telepath free for the mission" he concludes. Rachel is quick to ask if the sister is alright and why her twin would want to leave if she got a power-up or even want a replacement.

"Because she got a power-up that makes her believe she´s no longer human and the mission is not pivotal to the point they are leaving now...the machine Y is no real danger, but, they want to cut all looses ends if you got my meaning" Logan explains and Meggan and Brian can understand the meaning.

England has asked Excalibur to do the same several times. Meggan looks at the two telepaths thinking Rachel would offer herself-she´s the best telepath and the Pheonix, so, it would make sense she would go- and to her surprise and to everyone but Logan Karma raises her hand.

"If is alright. I would like to help. I have work in missions similar and I know Rachel is important to Excalibur" she states her reason and no one seems opposed to the idea- is not like the mission would face Apocalypse and like Karma said she has dealt with similar events- yet, Kitty is the one who is not totally happy with this decision.

Am I being selfish?

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Rhane arrives a bit later for this decision and is quick to show a bitter mixture of joy and sadness for Karma´s decision. "I feel like New Mutants are breaking up again" she tries to joke but it comes out as anything but a joke.

"Rhane" Karma begins benevolently as the Scottish girl is still too young. "When we decided to be the New Mutants. Do you remember what we said?" she asked waiting for her answer.

And Rhane letting her breath out finally replies. "We´re the New Mutants. No matter what life throws at us"

"And why you think it would be different now?"

"Sorry...guess I´m still a bit clingy"

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Logan is in the kitchen with the convenient excuse of wanting a beer- the elf promised a fine brand in the fridge that Logan can take- but in reality, his interest goes beyond the beer. And Kurt can sense where this will go.

"Moira told me..." he starts using his claw to open the beer. "Tell me how are you dealing with this"

Kurt now frowns at him. "Everyone label me as a slut. Kitty is my soulmate...so how do you think?" is a snarky reply that didn´t raise Logan´s bad temper...yet.

"Let me try again. You´re my friend and I care for you as much I care for Kitty. She´s like a daughter for me and I don´t want to see her suffering as much I don´t want to see you suffering. So, one last time, how are you dealing with this?" Logan crosses his arms and his face is free of his mask.

Now Kurt sighs and replies tiredly. "I´m doing a lot of introspection and hate it...Me and Kitty talk about it...she said how she´s young. I agree, then she said how she believes the problem must be her looks...and that makes me feel like shit...and I made her feel like shit" his hand cover his face for a moment. "We agree in date other people until she´s older enough and now...Karma is her friends with benefits"

"Kurt..." Logan begins "why you went after a woman who had a soulmate is beyond me..." he didn´t have time to continue as Kurt rather rudely mention Jean Grey´s name. Logan would be anger by this if he didn´t make peace with this fact years ago.

"Yes, I went after Jean Grey who is now Mrs. Scott Summers. But more than that, I went after a woman who didn´t want me and I made her uncomfortable...you´re following my example? Her kid is not frying me up because...no idea." He let a mirthless laugh escape now. "and again, you follow my example with women...not sure why. You think flirting is flattering but not all women like to be flirt and no is always no, Kurt" Logan thinks God is playing a strange joke on him to make him, of all people, to talk about this subject to Kurt.

"So...I ask you again, how are you dealing with this?"

"I have no idea...I´m scared, Logan, she is taking those pills to stop feeling what I feel. And I´m terrified of losing her..."

"Then do better, elf. Do grow emotionally, I can´t believe is me saying this but you can be kind insensitive"

"Yeah...I noticed now"

And Logan changes the subject. "Piotr is still ashamed...even if Neena and Yana are always saying is not his fault...is not his fault Mystique pretend to be him and hit on Kitty...any news on the big man?"

"Not really, last time we talk he was gushing about Neena"

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In the end, Logan gives the contact of Northstar and the two talk via video-chat and it was a happy coincidence they´re both gays-a fact that ear a playful joke among them only- but aside that, Karma was brief in regards the mission and she agreed in participated. She´ll be leaving at the end of the month.

"Will you be alright?" Karma asked Kitty who is still on the fence about the mission.

"I´ll. Kickass, Karma"

"...I don´t need to read your mind to understand it. You don´t need to fear your feelings or him"

"....I know..."

"Promise you´ll not be too reckless?"

"Promise to tell interesting stories? I can´t go to Canada because of a curse"

"I promise it"

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Karma´s departure hit Kitty a bit too much and Kurt wonders if he should do something-not gloating as Lockheed is ready to burn him to the ashes if he so much hits something of this nature-but seeing her sad like that does make him sad. She took the pill. This is his own feelings.

"Katzchen?" he asked tentatively and she looks at him with her brown eyes. "Are you fine?"

"I think I´ll...elf"

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Rachel was drinking her coffee from her mug-savoring the flavor and the nice feeling of having the kitchen all to herself- when a ship out of nowhere lands outside the Lighting house. And Rachel sighs tiredly. "Here we go again"

And in a minute, Excalibur is outside at the ship who has a Shiar´s symbol- Kurt and Kitty don´t have good memories of the Shiars- and a person wearing a comical large space suit waves at them rather awkward and takes her space helmet and everyone can see her pretty face.

"Hello, my name is Cerise...I´m running from my planet. Can I stay here?" there´s a nice smile on her face and she is quick to explain her situation. The Shiars sent Cerise to Earth as a form of punishment...she must join a group of heroes and defeat 1000 villains if she wants to return.

Odd way to punish someone. Thought Kitty and Kurt.

[yana-of-the-arcana]

happy birthday ilya

[Julian x Apprentice (Yana)] Read on Ao3 something mostly sweet, just a touch bitter, for everyone’s favorite pisces

Though they’ve been working together for a few months, there’s still so much that Yana and Julian don’t know about each other.

There isn’t time to get to know each other when there’s a plague destroying the city.

There are the things they pick up in the quiet moments – his penchant for coffee, the tattoo on her hand, Brundle – but there are still large gaps that may never be filled. It’s easy to forget those exist, to forget that either of them had a life before they doomed themselves to saving a city on the brink of death.  

But then Yana is in his clinic, flipping through the calendar he keeps and jotting down the sectors of the city they’re scheduled to visit, and pauses, noticing a small circle around one of the dates. It’s negligible, but if being the doctor’s apprentice has taught her anything, it’s that the devil is in the details (and hopefully the cure as well). She stands, the calendar in hand as she walks to where Julian sits at his desk, marking up a diagram of the human body.

He’s always so focused, as though his own life depends on what he’s writing; one day, it might. She hesitates, watching him work for a moment and unable to keep from admiring how quickly and precisely his hands work, or the fire in his eyes.

Clearing her throat, she waits for him to look up before showing him the calendar. “Is there a reason this date is marked?”

Julian frowns, setting down his quill and taking the calendar from her hands. Then his eyes widen, and he looks at her with a stunned chuckle on his lips.

“That would be because it’s my birthday.”

They stare at each other for a moment, then back at the calendar. His words are heavy, a dreadful reminder that amidst the plague, there isn’t much room to celebrate life. Still, Yana offers him half of a smile, mumbling, “We should celebrate.”

She knows that they can’t, not properly at least. A day off is laughable when it feels like the world is ending.

“Maybe.” It’s the best answer he can offer, handing the calendar back with his own tired smile.

They’ve both been worn down over the months, and now she can see the damage that everything has wrought on his body and soul. Despite his drive to keep working, there’s a fog in his eyes and a heavy air surrounding him. It’s clear that even if she could convince him to take the day off, he wouldn’t be able to find much to celebrate, too weighed down by the albatross he’s made for himself.

Sensing his itch to get back to writing, she nods and walks back to her own desk, finishing up her notes on the calendar. The scratch of his quill against paper fills the air again, and it gives her a push to break the not-quite silence. “How would you normally celebrate?”

He pauses, turning slightly in his chair to catch her staring at him. She holds his gaze, and he clears his throat, tearing his eyes away and focusing on the floor as he thinks.  

There are few things that can distract Julian, but his new apprentice’s eyes are one of them.  

“Depends on how you would define ‘normal,’” he replies, smiling when he hears her chuckle. He looks up at her, adding with a few sweeping gestures, “I’ve done a fair bit of travel, and I can safely say there isn’t a birthday protocol for doctor apprenticeships, battlefield medics, or the plague.”

She nods, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “Fair enough.” With a tilt of her head, she examines him, an idea forming in her head as she asks, “How would you like to celebrate? In the absence of a battlefield or epidemic.”

He falters, the warmth that she’s radiating throwing him off for a moment. In the time that he’s known her, Julian can confidently say that Yana isn’t a very affectionate or sentimental person. However, in recent weeks he’s found more and more cracks in her façade, and they hint at something soft and delicate under a hardened exterior.

Realizing he’s still staring with an open mouth, he quickly pulls together an answer. “Some good wine, better music…Something simple.”

She raises a disbelieving brow. “Not something more dramatic?”

“I have half a mind to be offended.” He laughs at her bluntness, and she gives him a sheepish smile, a self-conscious blush forming on her tan cheeks. The color only serves to remind him that she’s been growing pale, that what light she had when she first came to him asking to be his apprentice has been dulled as the days drag on with little change.

As much as they enjoy the temporary comfort, they’re all too aware of the disaster unfolding in Vesuvia, and like the long shadow of the setting sun, it settles over them. Yana stands, beginning to button her coat as she mumbles, “I should start my rounds.”

It’s a burden to walk the streets of the city and take count of the infected houses at the end of each day, but it’s one that she’s lifted form his shoulders. Julian watches as she gathers her things, including her mask, which she carefully secures with the leather strap around her head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he says, and she waves before heading out, closing the door behind her with a soft click, leaving him none the wiser to the plan formulating in her mind.

Another week passes, and he forgets the days so quickly that he thinks nothing when Yana is in the clinic early. He makes a passing comment about getting an early start, and she hums, quick to hide her face in her notes.

It’s another grueling day, and he loses himself in it again, barely stopping to eat, much less to notice his apprentice puttering around in the back room towards the end of the day.

“Julian?”

He pauses in his reading, looking up to see Yana watching him from the doorway, biting her lip. The air around her seems to vibrate with something, and he straightens. “Is everything all right?”

“Could you come check something?”

With little more than a sigh, he sets his book aside, standing and following her into the back room. He’s about to ask her what she’s trying to show him when he stops himself short, lips parted as she steps aside and reveals her surprise.

A few candles provide a warm glow to the usually cold backroom, small table now covered with a brilliant velvet cloth, and with a bottle of wine and two glasses atop it. As his eyes travel over the spread, they then flicker to her as she picks up a balalaika, tucked beneath the table, and makes quick work of tuning it, calloused fingers dancing along the strings.

He struggles to breathe for a moment, overwhelmed. “What is all this?”

With a deep breath, she looks up at him, and it’s the closest to human that either of them has felt in weeks.

“Happy birthday.”

She expects him to put up a fight, to mutter about time better spent and wasted daylight. Instead, he absorbs the scene before him for a moment longer, and then lets out a small chuckle. “You didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

“I wanted to,” she says simply, honestly, “You’ve been working nonstop – you deserve the break.”

And he decides in that moment, with the conviction in her eyes urging him on, that he does; she deserves it, too.

He finally steps forward, pouring them each a glass of wine as Yana sits, watching. Part of him wonders if getting him a red  was just a lucky guess, but the fact that she managed to find anything resembling wine in the city at this point is a miracle. When he’s sure both glasses are even, he hands her one and she lifts it in a toast. “To the birthday boy.”

They smile as their glasses touch with a small clink, each taking a generous, much needed drink. It’s far from the best wine that either of them had had (and it barely counts as even a good wine), but it’s more than enough as they sit and celebrate and try to ignore the destruction around them for a few hours.

“I think at this point I more than qualify as a man,” he drawls, taking another sip of wine as she goes back to fidgeting with the instrument in her hands.

There’s an impish spark in the dark blue of her eyes, one that threatens to ignite him. “No gray hair to show for it, though.” He laughs and she smiles down at the strings she plucks, stopping her idle strumming a moment later to lift her glass to her lips once more. “Any requests?”

It takes him a moment to register the question, blinking and realizing that her eyes have mesmerized him again. She raises a brow, something like a knowing smirk threatening to take over her face as a flush crawls up his neck. “You don’t happen to know any folk songs from Nevivon, do you?”

“Of course,” she scoffs, glass back on the table and hands back on the balalaika. Seeing the question on his face before he can ask it, she grins coyly. “You didn’t think you were the only one that’s traveled, did you?”

He shakes his head – they’re still strangers in a way.

He wonders if there’s time for that to change.

"I’ll be returning the favor for your birthday,” he promises, just as she begins to strum an old drinking song that stirs a nostalgia within him.

She only smiles, shaking her head with a soft laugh – her birthday is towards the end of the year, and there’s still so much that could change until then.

Neither of them knows that she won’t survive to see it.

And she starts singing an old drinking song that stirs a nostalgia within him. He joins in moments later, and they continue singing and laughing and whispering into the evening, long after the bottle of wine is empty.

[captnbarnesrogers]

Pickle

Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers Warnings: sexual tension Summary: Bucky Barnes has developed a crush on his best friend’s sister. Word Count: 800+ A/N: I used the comic birthdate! Let me know if y’all want the second part :)

Being Steve Rogers’ sister meant being around James Buchanan Barnes more than you wanted. Inevitably, James one day realised that he looked at you, not like a little sister, but someone he could be with. Of course, he was under a brotherly code which should never be broken. But sometimes impulses and desire were stronger than a plan to do good. He tried to fight it but failed horribly.

You were sixteen, he was seventeen. Bucky had suggested that you all take a trip to the beach due to the beautiful weather. He completely forgets that you’re not the baby you once were, that two pieces were all the fads at the time. You say you’d meet the boys there with your friend Maggie. Bucky lets you know that he and Steve will be underneath the tree near the car park so yourself and Maggie could have some shade. Plans were done and dusted. You did as said and met them under the tree.

“Steve, Barnes, this is Maggie.” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You and your two piece swimsuit. It seemed like everything came in when you were hiding in your winter clothes. When he thinks everything, he means everything. Steve shoves Bucky.

“Uh, hi, I’m Barnes- Um, Bucky.” He was saying hello to Maggie but his eyes were on you. He held out his hand to her, his eyes never leaving you. She giggled as she shook his hand, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyway, Maggie and I are going for a swim… See ya!” You announced, leaving him speechless. You grabbed your blonde-haired friend and lead her to the water. You both met some cute guys that wanted to play splash with the both of you. It made you laugh but you were both having fun. Bucky watched from the sand, playing football with Steve and some friends who were willing to join. Soon enough, Steve was ready to opt out, his asthma kicking in. Luckily, you had packed his med kit. As Bucky went to throw the ball, he stops. He looks at you laughing in the water with some other guy. He scoffs and throws the ball straight at the boy’s face, making him clutch the now bleeding cut on his eyebrow. You turn to find a guilty face - Bucky. You walk up to him with a strut.

“James Buchanan Barnes! What. Is. Your. Problem!?” You put your hands on your hips and looked at him with disagreeance.

“He was playin’ a little too close with ya, doll.” The nickname threw you off, he’d never called you that before, “A little too close than I’d like.”

“You’re unbelievable, Barnes, truly!”

“Go play with Maggie, huh?” He winked at you and tapped the underside of your chin, making you groan in frustration, “You’re cute when you’re angry!” He calls out. He looks back at Steve who looks at him disapprovingly, making him clear his throat and look away.

Over time the attraction grew. Bucky took you to carnivals, movies, and dancing but all the while with Steve. It was his cover. ‘Uh, maybe we should bring Y/N, ya’know, just for fun’. Steve wasn’t an idiot, he knew what was going on and he himself knew that it was inevitable.

By the time, he was twenty-one and you were twenty, Bucky had enlisted in the army and was successfully accepted. You were at home with curlers in your hair and a magazine shoved up against your nose. A light breeze came in through your open window. The sound of dogs barking in the night and the sound of bike bells ringing throughout the street.

“Ain’t pretty girls supposed to be havin’ fun tonight, doll?” You knew exactly who it was.

“Steve know you’re peakin’ through my window like a creep, Barnes?” Your eyes never left the magazine as he crawled through your window and sat at the end of your bed, “You smell like cheap perfume and you have fifteen-cent lipstick on your uniform, do you have standards?”

“I’m here with you, I like to hope I have standards.”

“What do you want, Bucky?” You put the magazine on your lap and look up at Bucky. He sighed and stood up, walking around to the free space on your left side. He sat down.

“I get shipped out tomorrow morning.”

“So?” You were acting like you didn’t care but inside, you were dying to asking him not to leave.

“So, I took some girls dancing.” You scoffed, “I left them because I realised that the only person I want to be with on my last night, is you.” You hadn’t realised how close he was.

“You’re crazy, Barnes.”

“Crazy ‘bout you, doll.” You stared at him adoringly. You eyes big and bold. You crashed your lips against his, moving feverishly. You moved on top of him and pushed his hat off, grabbing onto his hair. He kissed down your neck, his hand gripping your hips tightly.

“This is so wrong- Oh god!” You moaned, his lips capturing your hard nipple.

“Should we stop?”

“Absolutely not.” The curlers in your hair had fallen out and he had lifted your singlet off, “Wait, Bucky?” He stopped immediately.

“Yeah, doll?”

“I’m a virgin.” Bucky Barnes was now in a pickle.

A moral pickle.

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off the grid | seven

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 4.1k

chapter warnings: fluff, cussing, flirting, hints of sex/sexual comments, breakups and exes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, dancing/grinding, good friends and good company, insecurities, lots of overthinking

notes: last two chapters will be posted tomorrow and the following day!

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The next morning, you wake up to the warm sun hitting your face. You quickly grab your phone to check the time and see that it's a little past 10AM. Jimin is sound asleep behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You slowly turn, smiling to yourself as you watch him breathe quietly. Your hand rests on his cheek as you lay small kisses on his lips and nose, causing him to flutter his eyes open and smile into one of your kisses.

"Goodmorning to you too." He slightly chuckles as he wraps both arms around you and brings you closer.

"Wake up." You whine.

"I'm awake." He says, his eyes still closed.

"Doesn't look like it." You lay another kiss on his lips.

"I mean if it means more kisses, then no. I'm not awake." You playfully smack his shoulder, causing him to scrunch his nose and open his eyes. "Ha, ow." You sit up, resting onto your elbows as you look down at him. Jimin finally opens his eyes to check his phone, all while a hand is caressing your back. "Oh shit."

"Hm?"

"Fuck, that's right." He groans a bit.

"What is it?"

"The boys are out to the bars at Hongdae tonight. I'd rather much stay in with you, though."

"Ah, don't be a party pooper, Park." You laugh. "Go to the bars."

"Only if you come with. I think it's the usual, plus some of our friends from school will be coming by."

"That sounds fun. What's the celebration?"

"Mmm, nothing really. Just wanna get together and enjoy the night."

"Yeah, let's go. That sounds fun." He smiled.

"Mmkay, love." His voice is still deep and raspy, causing you to bite onto your bottom lip.

"Speaking of school, do you happen to have any pictures from college still?" Your curiosity gets to the best of you since you've heard them talk about their college days so much.

"Yeah, a ton." He laughed. "Wanna see some? You'll see baby Taehyung and Jungkook. They definitely look way different now."

"Even better." He tilts his phone to show you pictures from his college days. His black, pink, blue and purely blonde-haired days, and the way his hair was longer or styled differently with a clear undercut, caused your heart to flutter at how good he looked no matter the color or style. He sees the glow in your eyes and smiles, continuing to scroll down. You see a ton of pics of him, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok hanging out individually or all together. There were a few unfamiliar faces in other photos, but nonetheless, Jimin always showed off his bright smile and laugh.

Then there was a picture he stumbled upon that caused you to raise an eyebrow. He didn't seem to mind it, even though you knew it was a picture of him and his ex. She looked up at him while he had his arm around her waist, both laughing in a very candid picture. She had popped up in two more pictures, Jimin either wrapping his arms around her or her on his back.

"Who's that?" You weren't sure how to bring up the question, or if you should have even brought it up at all. You didn't even tell him Taehyung had brought up his ex in your conversation with him at the Common Ground.

"My ex." He looked at you, puppy eyes and all.

"Wanna tell me about her?" You rested your head on his chest, the both of you still looking up at his phone.

"We dated for almost 3 years. We broke up early last year. And honestly, I don't really know. We were good until we weren't." You felt him slightly shrug. "That's probably as best as I could put it. We started off like any other couple in its honeymoon phase, then eventually, I gave more to the relationship than she did. It was pretty obvious she was over the relationship and wanted to see other people, but I tried not to have any bad blood with her when we broke up. For the most part, we had more good times than bad, and she was my friend first and foremost before we became a couple. As long as she was happy, you know?"

"Mhm." You look up at him. "Have you talked since you broke up?"

"No. She moved on pretty quickly and I felt like we both needed the space, anyways." You nodded.

"How are you such an angel?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I don't know. You're just too good to be true, sometimes." Seriously, how? How could someone just be so understanding like that? Sure, he definitely was hurt. It's inevitable to feel hurt and completely destroyed, especially if you found out that the person you loved didn't really love you in the same way anymore. Wouldn't that make you pissed off? Sad? Like all these years didn't actually matter? Jimin continues to surprise you every day and this is why it's been hard not to get attached. Exhibit A, right here. He was just full of love, patience and warmth.

"Mm, I just consider myself to be a simple person living a simple life." His hand is now tangled in your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. "I try not to overcomplicate things. Just takes up too much energy."

"Simple? For the record, I think you're pretty cool." He laughed.

"Such a compliment coming from a pretty girl like you." He says playfully, causing you to hit his chest. The rest of the time, he begins to talk more about the other pictures he comes across, but your mind continues to wander. Why did he have pictures of his ex on his phone still? It wasn't a bad thing, knowing what you know. But part of you couldn't help but feel like Jimin was still holding onto that part of his life, even though he says he isn't. Was he still holding onto her? Lets say you both did end up working this out one way or another - what if she wanted him back? Would he instantly drop you to get back with her? Especially since she could physically be there for him 24/7? It honestly worried you, even if you weren't sure what this was, but you brush off the thoughts and simply respond to him by smiling and nodding.

It was such a bad habit of yours to assume the worst right away. A bad habit you had trouble unlearning.

Once you both deemed it was time to get up and get on with the day, you quickly showered and threw on some clothes. You borrowed a small duffle bag from Yana's closet to throw in your outfit for tonight's bar festivities as you didn't feel comfortable roaming around in it throughout the day since it was too cold.

Jimin drove you both to his apartment so he could get himself ready while you waited. Jungkook was in the kitchen getting himself a late bowl of cereal, while Taehyung sat in his room with the door wide open.

"Had a fun night, kids?" Jungkook winked and smirked at you both. You felt your cheeks heat up as you blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Shut up." Jimin laughed.

"Better yet, how productive was it?" Taehyung yelled from his room.

"TAEHYUNG-AH!" Jimin yelled, making you giggle to yourself as you sat on the couch watching him pay a visit to Taehyung to scold him some more.

"Are you coming tonight, Y/N?" Jungkook sits at their dining table.

"Yeah, I am."

"Sweet. Save me a dance?"

"Sure." You chuckled.

"What are you and Jimin up to today?"

"You know, I have no idea. He doesn't like to tell me these things."

"I'm taking her to the tower." Jimin yells from his room.

"Can we come with?" Taehyung asks.

"No, I don't want you guys to go."

"Jimin!" You shout back. "Yes, you can come with us." You hear Jimin groan as he begins to shower, making Jungkook laugh.

"Grouch. It'll be fun!" You shake your head as you make your way into Jimin's room to drop off your duffle bag of clothes. You sit criss-crossed on his bed until he appears in a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp and slicked back messily. Your eyes fixate on his abs and apollo's belt, causing Jimin to laugh.

"Personality is up here, Y/N." You look up to meet his eyes and smile sheepishly.

"Woops." You joke. "Couldn't see it through all of that." You wave your hand in a circular motion in front of his chest and abdomen areas.

"Mhm, wanna tell me more?" He makes his way to his closet to throw on some clothes. For God's sake.

"Mm, maybe later." He whips his head back and smirks.

"Later, huh?"

"You little nasty!"

"Says the one who was like 'I'd rather you do it inside me.'" He mocked your tone and laughed, causing you to throw his pillow at him. "Ow."

"Go get dressed, please."

"Yes, princess." He throws on black and white button up short sleeve and distressed black jeans with boots. He throws on a thick jacket and fixes his hair before walking out to meet the rest of you in the living room.

The day turns out more productive than you both thought it would be, all thanks to Jungkook and Taehyung. Besides visiting the tower and looking at the exquisite view, they figured walking around town without any agenda would be fun. In which it was, because you unlocked more stores to buy souvenirs from and more foods to try. Jimin took a ton of polaroids of the three of you, having fun and enjoying the weather, which actually wasn't too cold today.

You all get back a little past dinner time and chill for a bit before getting ready to hit the bars. The cold picked up a little bit since earlier, but you knew once you got inside and drank a little bit, you would get warmer. Taehyung was the designated driver again and it took quite a bit to get to your designation, but it was nothing too far.

The streets were flooded with people already, swarming with college kids from the nearby university. You held onto Jimin's hand as you walked behind him and navigated the streets. The bar itself was pretty nice, and there was a good amount of people already hanging out inside. You heard lots of greetings and yelling, signaling that Jimin and them finally found their friends in the crowd. He brought you forward and introduced you to his college friends, his arm held tightly around your waist. They wasted no time getting their drinks and taking shots, in which you happily joined in to get the night started. There was enough room for you all to crowd around a table and dance around.

Shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail, your body started to feel numb from the alcohol. You were at a good level and you were highly enjoying yourself tonight. You were here with Jimin and his friends, having a good time at a laid back bar in Hongdae. What could go wrong?

"Hi pretty lady." Jimin wraps his arms around your waist as you rest your arms around his neck.

"Hey, you."

"Having fun?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good." He places a kiss on your forehead before taking you to the dance floor. "Come dance with me." You two make it to the middle of the dance floor, Jimin immediately pressing his body against yours as you grind onto him for some time. It becomes playful, the two of you locking eyes every now and then just to smile and laugh. He turns you around and you two begin to dance around each other, Jimin showing off his moves and how good of a dancer he actually really is. The boy can dance and sing?! Yeesh. Somebody send help.

"May I steal a dance?" Jungkook comes in, holding his hand out for you to grab. Jimin smiles and nods, allowing you and Jungkook to dance around each other as if you were long time friends, him twirling you around from time to time. As a song and a half passes, the both of you make your way to the bar because JK promises he'd buy you a shot if you took one with him. He asks for a double shot of some sort of whiskey, which makes your insides crumble. Yuck. But cheers to new friends and adventures, right?

"Hey, I'm really happy we met." Jungkook smiles at you and raises his shot glass. "Please promise me you'll keep in touch no matter what? We're friends now." He slightly pouts.

"Of course."

"Cheers, Y/N."

"Cheers!" You smile and tap your glass against his. The both of you take the shot quickly, your faces immediately turning sour as the alcohol travels down your bodies. Jin and Hoseok make their way over to converse, trapping you with another shot. You gladly take it since you weren't all that drunk, and you felt like you could handle another. By the time you all had drank a little more and chatted a bit, you look over Jungkook's shoulder to see Jimin speaking to another woman. He's smiling and whispering in her ear, his hand on the small of her back. She turns to look behind her when another one of Jimin's friends greets her and you realize it's his ex. Jungkook can see that your smile had died down, so he looks behind him to check out what's going on.

"Oh." He simply says and shakes his head. "Don't worry, Jimin is just being the nice guy he is but that's completely done with." You give him a tight-lipped smile and nod.

"Yeah, you're right." Is all you can say.

"Come on, let's dance with the hyungs." He nods over to the dance floor towards Jin and Hoseok. You take one last look behind him to see that Jimin is still talking to his ex but has finally created some distance between the two of them.

Maybe JK was right, what if you were worrying for no reason? For a minute, you felt a little guilty, so you brush off the thoughts and continue to dance with the boys. But then that quickly fades when you realize some time has passed and Jimin hasn't returned to your side. Instead, his ex is whispering his ear, her hands placed along his sides.

Then it suddenly hits you, a huge wave of sadness and frustration taking over you completely. This wasn't going to work. This wasn't going to work because you couldn't physically be here for Jimin like she could. No matter how you both decided to make it work. It wouldn't be fair. Jimin needs someone to be here for him. To care for him, support him and to see him. To show him that he's loved. You couldn't do that being in LA.

Maybe he really was still holding onto parts of his past. Maybe it was just better that way.

"Hey, I think I'm just going to head home." You tippy-toe to let Jungkook know. He shakes his head and looks down at you with worry.

"Wait, what's wrong Y/N? Let me know how I can help."

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling pretty tired. My feet hurt."

"Do you want me to grab Jimin?"

"No, he's busy. I don't wanna bother him." You lie, even though Jungkook can tell this is about his ex. Very clearly. "I can make my way home."

"I'll tell Taehyung to drive you."

"No, I promise. I'll make it. Please just keep having fun. I'll probably see you guys tomorrow." You give him a reassuring smile before walking off. You needed to get out of there before he could stop you any further. You tried to rush down the street, hoping none of them would come after you. But you should've known.

"Y/N!" You look back to see Jimin slightly pushing his way through the crowd to reach you. "Y/N, wait!"

"Jimin, go back inside. I'm fine." He grabs your wrist gently.

"What's going on?"

"I'm just tired." He shakes his head.

"Are you seriously going to lie to me?"

"I'm not doing this here. I just want to go home." You plead, breaking away from his grip.

"Let me go with you."

"Jimin—"

"Y/N, stop. I'm not letting you go anywhere by yourself at this time. You either let me come with or we both go back inside." You sigh, making your way to a cab that was already parked and waiting for you to come in. Jimin gets in on the other side, directing the driver to Yana's address. The ride is quiet, your hands resting on your lap as you avoid eye contact and look out the window. You couldn't even describe your feelings right now because ya, you were hurt for many reasons. One being that he didn't even come to your side that entire time he was with her. And two, reality fucking sucks. It was never going to work between the both of you and you hated believing it could so quickly.

He quickly rushes over to open your door and follows behind you as you walk into Yana's loft. You throw the keys and your bag onto the kitchen island, tossing your shoes messily to the side.

"Y/N, please stop giving me this silent treatment. What's going on?" He gently grabs your wrists to make you face him. You look at his face and begin to cry. That face became so special to you in such a short amount of time. That face, that body, this entire being. And it hurt so, so bad.

"Jimin, what are we doing?" You cried.

"What do you mean, baby?" He asks softly.

"No, don't call me that." He's taken aback by your statement.

"W-what?"

"Did you really think this was going to work between us?"

"Why can't it?"

"Because I live in Los Angeles, Jimin! If you haven't forgotten, I don't live here and I'm going back home in a few days."

"So what?" He shrugs. "I'm going to make this work with you because I want to. I don't care about the time difference, distance, whatever. It doesn't matter to me."

"Well, it does to me! Okay? I care! Because I won't physically be here to be with you. I don't think it's fair."

"Is this about my ex?" He stepped back a bit to read your body language. "Is it because you saw us talking earlier?"

"N-no."

"Y/N, I really don't appreciate you lying to me." You wipe your tears aggressively and cross your arms. "I was catching up with her and I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce you. I'm not gonna lie, she was talking about hanging out and seeing each other more but I told her I was done with it."

"Are you really?"

"Yes." His face dropped. "How can you question me about my own feelings for you?"

"Jimin. I don't think you get this." You pleaded. "I can't be here physically. Do you not understand how unfair that is? She can be here for you and I—"

"I don't want her. I want you." You shake your head.

"This should have never happened between us." He furrowed his forehead.

"Huh? Are you saying you regret this?"

"No, but it should have never gotten this-this.. complicated. I came here to get away from all that mess back home. I just wanted to be free from it all and find myself, as cliché as that shit sounds. And now it just feels like I've completely defeated the purpose of my trip here."

"It sounds like you do, though."

"I'm not saying that. I just.." You cried harder. "I can't do this with you. And trust, I know you'll meet someone who could do better for you and be here for you. What if I can't be the person you deserve? Especially being across the world."

"I don't give a fuck about anyone else but you, Y/N! Why can't you just see that? I just want you."

"Jimin." You shake your head as you cried more. You physically feel your heart breaking, each bit falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You almost feel queazy and nauseous, like you could hurl any moment now.

"It doesn't have to be this way." He says lowly. You can see the hurt on his face. "But you know what, I'll respect you and your space."

"You know—" He shook his head and opened the door.

"Save it, Y/N. You made it very clear what you wanted." He sighed. "You became everything to me, you know? I care about you so much." He paused. "I-I fell in love with you and wanted to give you my all, but I guess it wasn't enough." He says, almost at a whisper before slamming the door shut, leaving you to cry your eyes out on the kitchen floor. You quickly pull out your phone, feeling completely lost and alone.

"Pick up, pick up." You whisper to yourself. It was early morning in LA and you knew Namjoon would be up, so you were just hoping he would be around to pick up the phone.

"Wasssssup!" Namjoon smiles, but it instantly fades when he realizes you're crying. "Woah, hey. What's going on?"

"Joon, I'm so fucking stupid." You cry into your hands, not giving a fuck what you look like over Facetime. "I'm so, so fucking stupid."

"Slow down, stop saying that. What is it?"

"I should have never gotten into this mess. I should have stuck to my plan and I shouldn't have gotten so attached to Jimin. This was never going to work." You go on and on.

"Did he do something?" You can see Joon's jaw slightly clench and tense up.

"No." You sighed. "No. It's just, what was I thinking? Falling in love with someone when I knew damn well I was only going to be here for a limited amount of time. I came here to get away from all that. All the stress and relationship bullshit."

"You can't help what you feel, Y/N."

"Yeah, but this was never going to work no matter how much I want to be with him. My life is there. The distance, not being able to physically care and love for him like-like-like his ex or some shit!" You stutter.

"You guys ran into his ex, I'm assuming."

"At the fucking bar! And she was all touchy with him."

"Okay, but how did it actually go down?" He leans forward, waiting to hear the real confrontation between Jimin and his ex.

"He told her he didn't wanna see her or take their relationship further anymore. He said he was done."

"So, why are you making an issue out of this?"

"I don't know Joonie. I wanna be with him but I can't. I'm afraid of not being able to deliver and give him what he deserves. He's an angel. I'm nowhere near that."

"Y/N, I love you. You know I do, right?" You nodded as you sniffed and wiped the remaining tears away. "But I don't think this is a good enough excuse to push yourself away from Jimin. If you really care about him like you say you do, then this distance shouldn't matter. You both could make it work as long as you both think it's worth it. And from what I can see and hear, I think he really has it for you."

"Don't say that, it's not helping."

"I'm saying it like it is." He sighed. "I know you've been hurt before and I know Romeo was a fucking dumbass, but you can't keep holding onto that, thinking every experience will be the same. You need to leave him in the past, where he belongs. The things you've told me about Jimin and the things Yana has told me about Jimin have only shown me how great of a guy he really is. Maybe you just need to let your guard down and take a chance with him."

"I'm just scared. I'm scared he might find better, you know? He'll realize this distance is too much. He'll realize how much work this is."

"I think he has found that already. And I don't think it's fair for you to speak on his feelings."

"Are you on my side or his?!"

"I just want you to think about this before you come back home feeling even shittier than when you got there. Whatever it is, whatever you decide, I'll always support you. But don't push your happiness away just because you're afraid of the little things. You'll never grow that way."

"Namjoon." You cried. "I really don't know what to do. We got into this argument and he left. I'm sure he's done."

"I'm here for you. I got you." Namjoon repeated, giving you the space you needed to let it all out and cry on the other end.

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“Do I need to even?” UFC 229 Preview

Joey

September 30th

Oh boy oh boy. We've somehow someway made it here and I feel like we deserve some credit here. If you've survived 90% of 2018 then you've earned this one. If you survived UFC 228, UFC 224, the messy FS1 cards ravaged by injury and waking up early for Asian FP cards? You've earned this one. We've got a very solid card with matching lightweight fights of the highest quality. The co-main event pits Anthony Pettis vs the returning Tony Ferguson in one of the best LW fights you could put together for action quality while the main event is the best fight. Period. Conor McGregor is truly underrated at this point in his career; a dominant fighter who has one blemish on his record which he avenged. He is a genuine two weight class champion (lack of defenses be damned) with wins over the likes of Chad Mendes, Jose Aldo, Max Holloway, Eddie Alvarez and Dustin Poirier. Khabib Nurmagomedov's resume speaks for itself; undefeated in the UFC expanding beyond six years now with wins over some really good competition in Michael Johnson, Al Iaquinta and Edson Barboza. It's the striker vs grappler match up and the man with the one hitter quitter vs an endless torrent of takedowns and ground and pound. There's very few fights ever I'm as excited about as this one.  Those two fights on their own? Pretty good. The rest of the card? Pretty decent actually! The UFC absolutely took perhaps a step too many in loading up this show. Being honest, the sixth best fight on this card (Michelle Waterson vs Felice Herrig) could've headlined the Moncton FS1 show. Let's just have a damn good time here and enjoy THIS one for once.

Debuts:  Jalin Turner

Fight Changes/Injury Cancellations: 0

Headliners (fighters who have either main evented or co-main evented shows in the UFC): 13 (Conor McGregor, Tony Ferguson, Khabib Nurmagomedov, Anthony Pettis, Felice Herrig, Michelle Waterson, Ovince St. Preux, Alexander Volkov, Gray Maynard, Derrick Lewis,  Sergio Pettis, Yana Kunitskaya, Ryan LaFlare)

Fighters On Losing Streaks in the UFC:

Fighters On Winning Streaks in the UFC: (Conor McGregor, Tony Ferguson, Khabib Nurmagomedov, Derrick Lewis, Sean O'Malley, Alexander Volkov, Vicente Luque, Jussier Formiga, Jose Quinonez, Scott Holtzman, Alan Patrick)

Main Card Record Since Jan 1st 2016 (in the UFC):  37-13

Conor McGregor- 2-1 Khabib Nurmagomedov- 4-0 Tony Ferguson- 3-0 Anthony Pettis- 3-4 Ovince St. Preux- 5-4 Dominick Reyes- 3-0 Derrick Lewis- 7-1 (!) Alexander Volkov- 4-0 Michelle Waterson- 2-2 Felice Herrig- 4-1

Divisional Breakdown:

Lightweight- 4 Women's bantamweight- 2 Welterweight- 2 Bantamweight- 1 (?) Women's strawweight- 1 Flyweight- 1 Heavyweight-1 Light Heavyweight- 1

Too Low- Vicente Luque vs Jalin Turner

Most of this card is honestly fine and I get why Michelle Waterson is on the main card. Having said that, I think that fight is a bit too....blegh (on paper) for a show like this. I'd use Waterson vs Herrig to try and draw some eyeballs to this FS1 slate and instead push a guaranteed burner in Turner vs Luque. Vicente Luque has finished every one of his wins and he's taken decision losses vs stalling wrestler types. At the same time, Jalin Turner had some of the freakiest striking chops on the second DWTCS run. This should be a superb striking battle.

Too High Up- Aspen Ladd vs Tanya Evinger

Ehhh......I don't know if this is going to be a fight worthy of having on FS1. Ladd still seems really raw and we haven't seen Evinger in over a year in a lopsided loss vs Cyborg. This is Fight Pass quality. Waterson vs Herrig on the PPV isn't great shakes BUT both have fan bases that will probably-ish tune in. Probably. Not that this card should NEED any of that.

Stat Monitor for 2018:

Debuting Fighters (Current number: 27-32-1):  Jalin Turner

Short Notice Fighters (Current number: 26-19):  

Second Fight (Current number: 34-27): Aspen Ladd, Tonya Evinger, Yanit Kunitskaya

Cage Corrosion (Current number: 19-28):  Conor McGregor, Gray Maynard, Tonya Evinger (If this show happens a day later, Tony Ferguson)

Undefeated Fighters (Current number: 26-21-1): Khabib Nurmagomedov Aspen Ladd, Dominick Reyes

Keeping An Eye On But Not Really:

The UFC Win Check Test The records of fighters who have 4 or more UFC fights (or three full calendar years in the organization) but 0 wins against people still in the UFC:  

Twenty Precarious Ponderings

(We're doing TWENTY for a show like this, y'all. In truth, I just wanted to talk more and more about Khabib and Conor)

1- I just don't have enough time or energy to detail ALL of the intricacies of this lightweight title fight. The simplistic view is "wrestler vs striker" but that belittles the things both guys do so so so so well that in turn makes them special. Has Khabib Nurmagomedov ever faced a guy with Conor's length and timing? Even if we acknowledge that Conor McGregor is basically a one armed fighter (Conor's left hand is the best singular weapon in MMA), he has not just insane timing on it but the ability to throw it whenever he wants. One of the concepts of baseball is that "He throws hard!" eventually isn't enough and you need something off-speed to shake it off. Conor's different in that he can probably throw his left from any angle with any sort of heat and any sort of pacing offset by his kicks and his jab. Conversely Khabib "as a wrestler" is just a really unfair attempt to simplify a very good all around fighter. His control is A+, he threatens with submissions enough to keep fighters honest on the ground and he has a tremendous understanding of chaining attempts together with different techniques. How often do you see Khabib Nurmagomedov get stuck (look at Eryk Anders vs Thiago Santos) or forced to make a bad shot (look at some of Josh Koscheck's prime for desperation TDs)? On the feet, Khabib doesn't have a wealth of weaponry but he has a good jab and dude just seems to hit hard.

2- One of the things AntiCool speaks of so much that I truly believe in is fighters being unwilling to concede a single measure in fights where they need to pull off the upset. He uses Alexander Gustafsson vs Jon Jones and Daniel Cormier as good examples of a fighter who doesn't give up any avenue of the fight where they felt they couldn't win. The reason I bring this up is because I genuinely believe Conor McGregor is ballsy enough to believe he can absolutely if he has to compete with Khabib on the ground. I bet he believes that even if it's not the gameplan.

3- Jose Aldo and Khabib have some similarities in their dominance. Both were so neutralizing that they completely shut down fighters at the base of their respective games and forced them to adapt, often times doing that while basically sleepwalking through fights. That said, they also are similar in their relative levels of inactivity heading into the Conor fights. Conor McGregor and Khabib fought on the same card in 2016 and since that point? Khabib's fought just twice. Not exactly blazing a track of activity probably compounded by Khabib taking time off for Ramadan. Also both Aldo and Khabib were known as cold calculated fighters who were surgical but never emotional. That changed vs McGregor for Aldo----soooo is Khabib going to come out emotional?

4- What are the odds of a double retirement after this fight?

5- Does this PPV find a way to crack the 2 million buy mark?

6- One of the weirder thing is how assured we are of Khabib's dominance while also acknowledging how so-so his resume is overall. We've seen Conor's resume at 145 lbs and while his resume at 155 lbs is thin, it IS worth noting that he dominated Eddie Alvarez in his one foray there. Conversely Khabib's resume is really just two guys unless you take a ton out of the Al Iaquinta fight (it didn't show me anything about him from a skills POV but it showed me everything I need to know about his mental toughness as an athlete). There's a lot more we need to know about Khabib than there is to figure out about Conor.

7- Tony Ferguson is one of my favorite fighters and in a lot of ways, the El Cucuy stuff writes itself. Tony Ferguson (like Yoel Romero and the Diaz Brothers) has this unique borderline inhuman ability to outweird the world's weirdest spot. He lives the weirdest life, chases the weirdest thrills and could only exist in a sport like this one. Ferguson's 2017 was a mess; a complete collapse of a fight with Khabib, an eventual interim title win vs Kevin Lee leading to a 2018 where a blown out knee seemed set to rob him of his 2018. Because he's Tony Ferguson, he's out here fighting Anthony Pettis in October. Whether Ferguson can still do the things that made him special (be funky, awkward, outhustle dudes in key positions, challenge with submissions from any situation, throw a variety of kicks from any situation) after a bad knee injury and another year on the wrong side of 30 remains to be seen. I'm left to hope so since a winning Tony Ferguson is a fun Tony Ferguson.

8- Anthony Pettis has been pretty bad for the majority of the last three years but perhaps things are going to turn around now. Pettis' second round win over Michael Chiesa felt like a combination of some of the best of Anthony Pettis (quick counter striking, aggressive and opportunistic grappling) with some of his worst of Anthony Pettis. The road has been rough for Showtime but we're talking about a Tony Ferguson who is coming off a knee surgery and pushing 35. If there was EVER a chance for Anthony Pettis to figure this out, THIS is the guy to do it against.

9- Could Pettis beating Ferguson jump him over the winner of Nate/Poirier?

10- I know some of my fellas on here might disagree with the idea of OSP vs Dominick Reyes but at this point, I'm with it. There's not a long list of guys at 205 lbs who can act as the buffer between "proven to be good" and "ready to be great" so it falls on OSP. Reyes is arguably the most unique prospect at 205 lbs and this is without question an aggressive step up. It is worth pointing out that OSP was losing before he won vs Tyson Pedro and so they might be gambling on a decline. For me, I'm mostly concerned that Reyes is going to be shellshocked by the difference in strength between he and OSP.

11- Speaking of too soon, allow me to present to you Aspen Ladd vs Tonya Evinger!

12- I feel as though a big problem with Michelle Waterson is her inability to handle strength at the POA vs bigger fighters, a natural issue since everyone at 115 lbs is bigger tha her. Not sure why the idea of her vs Felice Herrig seemed appealing to the UFC. I could not think of a WORSE match up for her.

13- Dude let's talk right quick about Anthony Pettis' last ten fights including T-Ferg:

Tony Ferguson Michael Chiesa Dustin Poirier Jim Miller Max Holloway Charles Oliveira Edson Barboza Eddie Alvarez Rafael Dos Anjos Gilbert Melendez

I mean the WORST fighter in that grouping is who? Gil Melendez? I think we could argue Gil is at least average right? Oliveira and Chiesa are solid fighters and Barboza is a great kickboxer at least. Jim Miller?

14- Kudos to Gray Maynard still out here being relevant after being written off as cooked back in 2013. Your fav could never.

15- Even if it's just an exciting throw together brawl? Vicente Luque vs Jalin Turner is going to be exceptionally violent.

16- Is Aspen Ladd our best chance at finding a relevant exciting new 135 lber?

17- Very few divisions ever truly need an interim title---but this Volkov vs Lewis fight COULD have been an interim title fight. Put it this way, DC vs Brock is scheduled tentatively for post February 2019, right? What's the likelihood that the winner of that fight fights again? Brock probably dips out, DC probably retires and so then you're left with....anybody? This card doesn't need a second card BUT if the UFC title picture is in a messy state of being in 2019, we could just go and look back at this fight.

18- Sergio Pettis vs Jussier Formiga was a title contender fight then Cejudo went and ruined everything for them. It's still a fantastic fight at a division that's got some juice in it and I for one am excited to see if Pettis can put together what he did well against a prolific spoiler in Formiga.

19- You can't tell me this is the first time Nik Lentz and Gray Maynard have fought one another. I refuse to buy into such a lie.

20- It's been a long time since we've had a fight like THIS. Not since July of 2017 if you wanna stretch it that far with DC vs Jones II. Enjoy this. These are special moments.

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You woke up at around five, to see Kozik still awake and Happy laying on the floor on the other side of Kozy. His arm draped around the dog cuddling him. You smiled seeing this sight. “Good morning sis.” “Morning.” You stood up slowly not to wake the two sleeping boys. You kissed Koziks head and walked to the kitchen opening the fridge. Grabbing eggs and some bacon you set it on the counters. “Kozik you can go and sleep in the guest room.” “I actually did fall asleep for a bit, about the same time Happy did. I just woke up a few minutes ago.” You nodded grabbing the coffee from the top shelf. Getting water you filled the coffee pot, then poured the grounds into the filter. You sat against the counter pressing start.  Turning to the eggs and bacon you began to prepare them. Whisking the eggs till fluffy, you poured them in the skillet and set the bacon on a baking rack, putting it in the oven. You scrambled the eggs on the pan, grabbing some cheese and throwing it in for good measure. After the eggs where done you put them in a large bowl with a spoon. Pulling the bacon out, you smiled at how crispy it was. Plating it you grabbed three plates and silverware. “Brother, food is done.” You walked into the living room, kneeling next to Happy. “Food is done babe.” He groaned waking up slightly. He looked up to see your beautiful face smiling down at him. He was 100% sure this was heaven staring into y/c/e. He slowly got up, careful not to disturb Kozy. You grabbed a blanket and folded it thick. Setting it in the kitchen next to your chair. “Hap, can you bring him in here.” He nodded slowly lifting Kozy up. Walking him to the kitchen he laid him down carefully. You pet his head as he woke up slightly. “Morning my baby.” You kissed Kozys head. He gave you a slight lick and fell back asleep. “If I ate a tray of pot brownies I’d be knocked out too.” Happy laughed a bit. “Remember when we ate those brownies from Donut, his old lady made for us?” you snorted shaking your head. “Man.. that was a fucked up few days!”

“Babe, Yana made some brownies for us.” Happy walked in setting them on the table. You walked in a bra and panties, currently in the middle of doing your hair. “Fuck..” Happy looked you up and down. walking over he grabbed your hips pulling you close to him kissing your neck. “Hey Babe! Doing my hair for date night.” “Mmm.. lets spend it inside. Me making love to you all night..” he kept kissing up and down your naked neck. “Hap we always do that.. we plan a nice night out and you decide we make love all night. As great as our sex life is, I want to have fun night out with my old man!” Happy smiled a bit. He kissed the top of your head agreeing. “Want a brownie while you get ready. I am going to have one.” You nodded as he walked opened the container handing you one. Both of you chatting as you ate it. “Well I am going to go finish my hair.” Hap agreed watching you walk to the bed room.

30 Minutes later you felt a slight buzzed feeling. By this time Happy had given you one more brownie since you asked for it. They were really chocolaty and delicious, more so than any brownie you had ever ate. Your body started to get heavier by the second. You hurd Happys footsteps come down the hall. He looked at you slumped over on your makeup table staring at him. “What the fuck….. why do I feel like this..” you mumbled, your mouth felt like it was moving so slow. Taking forever to even finish a sentence. “I think…. Those brownies had weed in them…” Happy stumbled to the bed laying down. Staring at the ceiling fan he watched it go around and around. “Fuckkkkkkkkk…” Happy spoke, making the word go long. You slowly stood up laying down next to him. He looked at you and you looked at him. “Damn.. how much weed did she fucking put in these…….” You hiccupped laughing at Haps expression. He had the classic stoner look on. Blank faced with a slight hazy smile.

Tuning over you fell off the bed. “Omph!” “You ok…?” you slowly got up siting back on the bed. “Yeah..” the buzz was a bit lower then the night before. “We fell asleep…” he nodded turning to look at you. “Yeah.. fuck those where really strong. I do not know how people expected to do much on these.” Happy slumped arm over your body. “I am starving… but can barly move…” you laughed nodding. “Same…”

Waking up the next morning you and Happy looked at the clock. “Fuck it is 3PM!” you stood up quickly. Happy grabbed his phone calling Donut. “What the fuck where in those brownies!?” you hurd Donut laughing his ass off on the other side of the phone. “Yana gave you the wrong ones… no need to come to the clubhouse today you two. It takes a bit to get normal after those.” Happy hung up the phone and dialed another number. “Yes.. can I get two large peperoni pizzas, a spaghetti with meatballs, garlic bread and some diet mountain dew for my lady?” Happy hung up the phone. “I love you so much..” you smiled at him giving him a lazy kiss. “Mmm… If I was not so damn buzzed I’d ask for more..” you laughed agreeing.

That night, Happy and you ate all the food he ordered.

“Baby.. thanks for the food.” Happy sat down dishing him self some eggs and bacon. Kozik agreed doing the same. They both ate and chatted. You moved your food around a bit taking small bites staring down at Kozy tiredly. The dog woke up wagging his tail slightly. “Gotta pee baby?” the dog slowly got up following you to the patio. Lifting him up you walked down the stairs with him.  You sat on the stairs of the deck, watching as he sauntered around sniffing the grass. He eventually peed and pooped. You waited till he was at the steps and lifted him up. Opening the door he followed you back to the kitchen. Kozik and Happy cleaning up the dishes besides your plate. “Sis eat. Then go back to sleep.” You did not feel like fighting and agreed. Finishing the food you handed the dishes to Happy and went to the couch. “Hun.. go ahead and take Kozy to sleep on the bed.” You smiled widely at him agreeing.

Laying in the bed, Kozik laid Kozy next to you. He covered both of you up, kissing the top of both your heads. “Sleep you two.” Nodding you drifted asleep. Kozik grabbed his phone and started looking at apartments for rent. “What do you think about her moving to another apartment?” Happy sighed putting the dishes away. “Not excited.. but I can see her reasoning. Intel, we get our grounding everything will be chaotic.” Kozik agreed. “I am sorry that I am not sorry for hitting you..” Kozik mumbled. “I am not upset.. you did it for her. I would do the same.” They both agreed with each other as they sat on the couch.

“Y/N wake up..” you felt a slight movement in you shoulder. Opening your eyes you seen Happy waking you up. Touching over the bed you did not feel Kozy. “He came into the living room a bit ago. He is asleep with your brother on the couch. We fed him half his food like the vet suggested.” You grabbed Happy by his kutte pulling him to you. You kissed him deeply, moving your hands to his face you pulled him on top of you. He shifted his weight not to put any on you still concerned about your wounds. His tongue slid past your lips and glided against yours. He pushed his hard-on against your pajama pants. Moaning in his mouth he did it again. He pulled away breathing hard. “Fuck.. what was that for…?” you smiled at him, rubbing your thumb against his plump bottom lip. “For watching over Kozy and I..” he bent his head down kissing your lips gently. “Always my hurricane.” “Ew… can we not do that while Kozik is in the house…?” you looked over blushing slightly. “Then quit staring.” Happy shrugged looking at him. “Well I gotta go. Kozy is sleeping. Bye you two!” you waved as he walked out. Happy waited till the door was closed before he pulled your shirt up revealing your braless chest. “Mmm… fuck…” he licked up your tummy to your breasts latching on to one of your nipples. He notes how much lighter the bruises where since the last time he had seen your bare body. “Aahh.. Happy…” you slide your hand to the back of his neck holding him there. He rolled your nipple between his teeth, sucking and slightly biting. The pain and pleasure sending shocks up and down your spine. Happy trailed his tongue to your other nipple, leaving saliva connecting the two. Repeating the actions again, you felt your body starting to tingle. “Mmm.. such pretty nipples… such beautiful breasts…” he mumbled against them. “Happy don’t stop..” you bucked into him, begging for the friction. Your legs turning to jelly as you felt an orgasm keeping you on edge. You knew he knew how to please you. How to make you cum without even touching your soaked core. 

“Whoa sorry!!” you looked at the doorway to see Jax and Gemma standing there. Happy shot up covering you. He slammed the door in Jaxs face. Once you got situated he opened it again. “What the fuck do you want prince?!” you anger was for two reasons. 1. What he did to Kozy. 2. Denying you the orgasm Happy was about to give you. “I came to apologize. When no one answered and the door was unlocked I got worried.” Gemma nodded agreeing with her son. Showing the gun she had pulled out as they searched the house. “Gemma do you need me for something?” “I came to check on your wounds. Seems like your are ok. I still see your ribs are slightly bruised.” You blushed knowing they both seen you topless. Happy stood behind you, hands on your hips. You could feel the heat radiating off him. Both in anger and horniness. “There is a party tomorrow night guys. Come Y/N.” Gemma smiled at you. “We hit are years sales goal in two months because of you!” you blinked slightly. “It has been two months since I have been here?!” you internally where shocked. “Well month and a half including Colorado.” You winced at the memories. “We will be there.” Happy spoke up, cold as ever. Jax turned around, he looked down seeing Kozy come up to him. Jax leaned down petting him. “I am so sorry little man for making you sick. Hope the trippin was not too bad for you. You probably see me with three heads right now..” he rubbed the top of Kozys head. “You lucky.. I don’t tell him to bite.. you.” Jax frowned standing up walking over to you. “You can hit me again if you want darlin.” At the nickname you felt the clutch Happy on you grow tighter. “Not worth it Prince. He forgives you but I don’t.” Jax sighed bending over, kissing your cheek. “I really am sorry. Sorry for barging in Hap, did it for protective reasons. We have enemies.” Gemma came over hugging you and nodding to Happy. She was a bi quieter than normal. “I will see you tomorrow Gemma. Only if Kozy is better.” “Bring him with. A prospect can watch him. Or Tig.” “Naw.. my baby boy is sick. He is my responsibility.” You said calmly. “Your going to be a great mom one day.” You laughed a bit. “The only kid I want is the one with four paws.” “We will see about that.” She smirked walking out.

You rolled you eyes slightly wondering if she thought you where pregnant or if it was because you and Happy had been fooling around. You felt your center of gravity shift, Happy pushing you gently on the table. “So fucking sick of his nicknames… guess he needs to know who you fucking belong too..”

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Strong Enough

Daryl x Reader, fluff and a tiny bit of angst.

A/N: wrote this is 15 minutes, so be kind.

The room was quiet as Rick explained the situation, there was a group that needed to be dealt with, the Saviors. You listened carefully to the plan of action he had in mind and knew there was no way of backing out now. It was gonna be a fight, but after everything the people of Alexandria had been through and Rick’s group had endured, it didn’t seem like a big deal.

“I’m with you,” you spoke out, standing up from the church pew. “I’m ready to fight.”

“You gotta be strong,” a gruff voice came from the front and you saw it was Daryl. He stood up and turned to you and the rest of the group. “It’s gonna be tough.”

“We fought off all those walkers, those crazy assholes,” you pointed out, moving out of the pew. “You aren’t the only ones that are strong.”

“We know that,” Rick spoke up, looking at you with a nod. “I know what you all can do, that’s why I’m here asking you all to join the Hilltop.”

Daryl stood silent, a conflicted look on his face as Rick started talking about this Negan fella.  When he was done talking, everyone started getting up and leaving the church, but you stayed behind with Glenn, Maggie, Daryl, Michonne and Rick, who asked if you were up for it

“It’s gonna be a fight,” he said.

“I know, we’re ready.”

“Are ya?”

Again Daryl piped up with his faithless remark and you glared at him. “Just because some of us hadn’t been out there the whole time, doesn’t mean we aren’t strong. You have no idea what I had to deal with before all of this.”

“That life don’t count no more, it ain’t right now,”

“Like hell it doesn’t,” you snapped back.”It counts the most!”

“Guys,” Michonne warned.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes for a second before you spoke again, eyes locked on Daryl.

“Being strong doesn’t just mean knowing how to use a gun or shoot a damn arrow. Being strong,” you explained, trying your best to not choke up. Maggie, who was standing next to you, placed her hand on your shoulder and gave you a supportive smile. Looking to her and Glenn, who nodded for you to go on, you glanced back at Daryl with a calm demeanor. “Watching every single person in your family die, your parents, sister, husband and little boy and not letting it break you. Not letting it destroy you from inside, that is strong. I’m strong, Daryl. I’m strong.”

The conviction in your voice filled the church and you could feel the tears rolling in, so you pulled away from Maggie and walked away from the group, out the church.

“She’s been through a lot,” Maggie explained, her eyes glued to the door you left out of. “But she’s gonna make it, we’re all gonna make it.”

“I know,” Rick said, reaching his hand out too Michonne. “We have to.”

Daryl started to bite down on his thumb nail, feeling like shit for thinking you couldn’t handle yourself.

“Daryl,” Glenn said his friend’s name twice before he looked up.

“I gotta go,” he answered, moving toward the door. “Gotta go.”

…

You sat on the back porch stairs, staring down at a pack of cigarettes. When Alexandria was attacked by those Wolves, you had found a pack on Shelly when you were moving her body to be buried.

“You gonna smoke one or just gonna stare?”

Looking up, you saw it was Daryl, standing there looking like a dog with his tail in between his legs. You tossed the pack to him and scooted over so he could sit down.”Have at it.”

He grunted a thanks and sat beside you, searching his jacket for a lighter.

When he found it, he took out two smokes and you watched as he lit both of them. He inhaled for a moment and held one out to you. Staring at the cigarette, you noted how intimate it was for Daryl to lit up a smoke for you. You had a boyfriend in high school who would do that, behind the gym. The two of you would sneak off during third period and smoke, you remembered how it felt to have him do that for you. Watching him light up two cigarettes, one for him and one for his girl..

“Thanks,” you said dryly, taking the cigarette. You took a drag and  it felt like greeting an old friend. “I quit 6 years ago. I found out I was pregnant with my boy, quit cold turkey. Look at me now.”

Daryl made a noise that was neither a snort or a laugh and you smiled at him. “So are you here to apologize?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“Well, I accept your apology, Dixon.”

“You don’t have to fight, ya know,” he said quietly, smoke leaving his lips. “Rick, the others, ain’t gonna judge you if you don’t wanna fight.”

You tapped the cigarette with your finger and sighed. “This is the world now. I know that. I know we have to fight for this place, for our place in this world.”

“We’re gonna lose people.”

“I’ve already lost people.”

Daryl gazed over at you and he saw the pain in your eyes, so he nudged you softly. “It never gets easy.”

“Never,” you repeated with a small chuckle, holding up the smoke. “But this helps a little.”

He laughed. “Hell yeah.”

You grinned and he grinned, your smiles slowly fading as realization hit the two of you.

“I don’t wanna care about you, Daryl,” you confessed, crushing the cigarette on the porch railing. “I’ve lost enough people, I, I don’t think I could do it again.”

Daryl looked away, staring off as he watched Maggie and Glenn walking by, hand in hand. He inhaled a drag and exhale through his nose. Abraham had asked him a while back if he ever thought of settling down and he had told Abe if he thought the shit was settled, but sitting down next to you, Daryl couldn’t help but think otherwise. But he knew better and you knew better, things weren’t gonna settle, things were just getting started.

Still, he couldn’t help but want to cave in.

“Nah,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. “You’re strong, you’ll get through whatever this shit world throws at ya.”

Gazing over at Daryl, long and hard, you snorted and stood up. “You wanna come inside?”

He stared up at you, the confliction in his eyes gone, and nodded. “Yeah.”

You held out a hand to help him up and he took it, not letting go when he got to his feet. Instead he let you lead him into the house. You walked in first, said you had some cold lemonade in the fridge and when he turned to close the door, he looked down at the door knob. He could hear your footsteps fading to the kitchen and he took a deep breath, fingers gripping on the handle, deciding go or stay.

Settle or not settle.

Lose you or not have you at all.

Give in or stay alone.

“Daryl.”

You called out for him and he took a deep, relieving breath, closing the front door.

“Comin’.”

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