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[theinariakuma]

First One to Know

Rated: SFW (Rated T for language, mentions of mensural cycle, and Pregnancy symptoms)

Obey Me!

Polyship! Female MC

Includes: Datables, Diavolo, and Simeon

This is based off the idea of how Female MC would tell each boy she was pregnant. They’re all the ”first to know” concept. 

For precaution. All under the cut. 

Lucifer:

She sat in the bath, huffing a bit before she sank her chin under the water. How does one tell Lucifer they're pregnant. 

Lucifer was this... All powerful, all important person. While, yes, she could just tell him. It felt like she needed to do something else.

She had plans for everyone but him and Belphegor. They were the two more difficult brothers. 

Part of her wanted to bring Diavolo into the planning to tell him, but she knew it would likely end up as a few things. A party, a big thing... And she didn't want anyone but Lucifer to know first.

"One of your daddies is going to drive me crazy." She spoke in a quiet time, fingers brushing over her stomach, it was far too early for anything beyond knowing there was a baby, but talking to them comforted her. "He's impossible to surprise."

With her luck, he'd know before her anyways. 

So, she kept planning. Each idea fell flat in her mind. She'd been more focused on how to surprise Lucifer that she only half paid attention at RAD. 

"Long day?" Lucifer often walked her home, just like cooking was Beel's time and Naps were Belphie's. The walk home belonged to Lucifer. He'd made a claim to it early in the start of the relationship. 

"Mm something like that." She moved her arms around his neck, giving him a slow, happy kiss. 

His hands drifted to her hips, gently holding her as he returned the kiss. The affection she showered him and his brothers with often caused them to relax. Years of pent up tension lovingly eased away by her. 

It wasn't until half way home she noticed how his hand would occasionally drift up to her belly. She'd found herself unconsciously doing the same since she found out. 

"You know!" She turned to look at him. Eyes narrowed as she pointed in his face.

The smirk on his face and the light joy in his gaze said everything. 

"You knew! And I was going crazy trying to think of how to tell you!" She glared at him, but Lucifer just laughed. 

"You didn't hide the test as well as you thought. Asmo saw the box." 

Her cheeks went red and she began walking faster. Despite her annoyance, hearing his laughter made her smile. He was happy about the news. 

Mammon:

She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers pulling and smoothing her skirt down. 

"Alright, what's on ya mind? You keep doing that..." His hands began moving in a ringing motion, the way she was abusing the fabric of her skirt. 

"I'm trying to think of how to tell you. You're... Well. I wanted you to know first. You were my first man after all..." The soft memory made a smile appear on her face. 

Mammon quickly shut up as his cheeks began glowing red at the words. "Y-You bet your ass I am..." He muttered, eyes looking away. 

"I... Well." She bit into her lower lip. "I'm pregnant."

Out of everything Mammon expected, that was the last thing he could have thought of. It did make sense. She was being shared by seven powerful demons. It wasn't too surprising that her birth control failed... 

Mammon was hesitant, his fingers as gentle as possible, cupping her cheeks. "Say that again..." He was terrified. He was greedy and selfish, but oh how he wanted this. Wanted to be a dad, even if he didn't feel like he deserved to be one. 

"I'm pregnant... You and the others are gonna be dads... And you're the first to kno--oh!" Mammon kissed her deeply, his fingers cradling her face as he cut her off, kissing her slowly, deeply. She couldn't see them yet, but the man was crying, he was so happy. She made him so happy and made him feel so loved.

Leviathan:

Fingers stroked the back of the girl laying against him. Her face tucked into his neck as she quietly dozed off. She'd lost interest in the anime about two episodes ago. Not that Levi blamed her, it was boring, but he was always one to finish a series... Well at least the season, no matter how dull or trash it was. 

It was nice just being able to hold her.

His attention kept drifting to her, the woman was half curled up in his lap, her arms loosely wrapped around him, her breathing soft against his neck. 

"Oi, Levi. You got more shit from Akuzon." Mammon didn't even bother knocking as he brought in the package. 

"I didn't order anything." Levi's brow furrowed as he held his hand out. Mammon almost scoffed, but he wouldn't make him move. The dozing girl against him looked so peaceful. 

"What is it then?" Mammon, being the jealousy boy he was, did not leave, much to Levi's annoyance. Today was his day with her.

Levi began opening the box, only to pause at the items. A box that held a smaller version of his game controller, some other miniatures, and a plastic sealed shirt. The invoice settled in the package told him that it indeed was not his order, but the girl in his arms. 

"Why do you need a tiny controller?" Mammon asked, confused as he saw Levi looking at the box. There were more miniature size items inside the box that only furthered his confusion.

The soft giggles against his neck made Levi arch a brow. "I see you're awake. Want to explain?" 

"Look at the shirt." She smiled and nuzzled into him after waving to Mammon. 

Pulling up the white shirt wrapped in plastic, he saw the logo clear as day. 

Black clouded his vision, the last thing he remembered was hearing the two cry out at him.

"Oh my god, Levi!"

"The fuck, man!"

The woman held her hands over her mouth, not expecting that reaction.

"He fainted." Her voice turned to soft giggles, "Only you Levi." She moved to gently lift his head, pulling him to lean into her, stroking his hair. Her poor nervous Otaku couldn’t handle the news.

Mammon got a glimpse at the shirt before shaking his head. "Course Levi would pass out over news like this." Part of him was both annoyed and amused. “I’m gonna tell everyone.” The grin appeared on his face as he snapped a picture to send to the group chat. 

"Yeah. He would. He's so nervous like that." She chuckled, watching Mammon hold up the "Baby download in progress" shirt she bought to send a picture to it to the rest of the guys. 

"I'm glad. Ya know, to be here. Even though ya probably meant to do it alone with him." Her cheek leaned into Mammon's touch, the Avatar of Greed moved to stroke her cheek as he crouched down next to her, staying with her as she stroked Levi's hair, waiting on him to wake up from his unconscious state.

Satan:

Satan felt his temple pulse as he was growing steadily more annoyed and angry. 

Three times today alone she's avoided him. He was growing to detest sharing her with his siblings if this was how she was going to act. 

He loved the woman, she was his kitten, sweet and loving. Yet the past week or so she'd been acting off. That off act had soon turned to her avoiding him and he wanted to fucking know why. 

His eyes narrowed a bit as he glimpsed her and Lucifer talking. 

Somehow, some way. This was Lucifer's fault. 

He'd rather blame Lucifer then believe that she was willingly avoiding him. So he waited until she left off to who knows where again to go to Lucifer's study.

"What did you say to her that is making her avoid me?" The dark aura coming off the blond was dense, his wrath was dense and when Lucifer looked up from his desk he was surprised that the blond wasn't in his demon form with that much anger. 

"I haven't said anything, Satan." His eyes narrowed. Their little human and he had been working on a contract for her to allow her to stay as a contracted ambassador for Diavolo for the Human world... So she could stay. 

The past week she'd been insistent about getting this done as soon as possible. 

"You're lying!" That was all it took before his tail whipped out, lashing at the desk separating them once his demon form came out. Breathing heavy as the desk and all of its paperwork went everywhere. 

"She won't even look at me! She avoids me! And you're the only one who would tell her anything!"

The crash had startled her, she'd gone to grab some tea for her and Lucifer. 

A while ago she'd noticed she'd missed her period. For her it wasn't too unusual for it to be a little late, however when one week turned to three. She began worrying. 

Earlier in the week, she'd taken a pregnancy test and well... It came back positive. All of them did, actually. 

Anxiety had filled her to the point she started avoiding Satan because he could read her like an open book... And well, she was scared. What if he wasn't happy? What if the others weren't happy?

She wanted Satan to be the first to know out of the brothers. He'd quickly become someone she could always rely on and he was almost as patient as Asmo and Mammon with her--despite their quirks.

However, her stress began raising as she realized she was two months off from the end of the exchange program. She wanted everything to be settled for her to stay... She didn't want to stress any of them out more than what the first bit of news would do. 

The last thing she wanted was someone yelling at Diavolo And putting Lucifer in a bad place stuck between her, his brothers, and his loyalty to Diavolo. 

"Satan, stop!" She saw him pinning Lucifer up to the bookshelf, hissing low as his tail whipped around. 

She didn't dare go further in. Satan would never intentionally harm her, but she didn't want to risk it accidentally. 

"Why should I?" Blonde hair and vivid green eyes turned to her, pain and fury in his gaze. "Since you'd rather abandon me for him anyways! You've done nothing but avoid me! Something is wrong with you and you refuse to tell me!"

"Satan, you need to calm--"

"Oh, shut up, Lucifer!" His anger diverted back towards his elder brother. Surprisingly, Lucifer was not fighting back against his assault.

"Because I'm pregnant!"

Both demons were looking at her now, Satan's hands slipping from where they were once clenched in Lucifer's shirt. 

"What?" The breathless tone. Neither demon suddenly knowing what to do.

"I found out earlier this week. I wasn't avoiding you because I was upset at you. I was avoiding you because I was scared because I knew you'd ask what's wrong. I knew I never could... Never would  want to lie to you or the others... I needed to figure things out."

"That's why you've been so insistent about getting this contract done quickly." Lucifer's voice was just as awed and breathless. 

All seven of the brothers shared her. And a baby... Her getting pregnant was really the last thing any of them thought of. 

"I was going to finish this... Then tell you."

Satan's demon form almost melted away, hesitating as he went to her, fingers moving to cradle her face. "Tell me?"

"I was going to tell you first... Then the others... But I needed to be sure I could stay first. That... Diavolo wouldn't have to send me home. That you guys wouldn't put Lucifer in a bad spot... That he wouldn't be stuck in a bad spot, between his duty to Diavolo and me and you guys..." Tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

"You silly, amazing, foolish, stubborn human." His forehead pressed to hers, his shoulders beginning to tremble as a sob left him. 

Satan hadn't expected that. He didn't expect her to try and take on so much to give him such peace of mine. 

Lucifer didn't approach yet, he'd talk to her...let his own emotions out later. Right now, this was between her and Satan. 

"I'm going to be a dad." 

"You all are." She closed her eyes. "You all are fathers. And the first time I hear any of you arguing over who's the blood father of the baby, I'm going to be mad."

Arms pulled her close, awe was still flooding him, unsure of what to say or what to do... Just knowing that he loved her so much. 

"I'm sorry, Lucifer." His voice was low and it was only then that he approached the two. 

"It's alright, Satan. I understand why... Our little human tends to drive us all a bit crazy and quick to act without thinking." Lucifer moved to press a kiss to her knuckles, not pulling either out of their embrace. "You need your rest now. You can tell the others later, but right now, you need your rest. When I sort out..." Lucifer sighed as he looked to the destroyed desk, "That. I'll bring the paperwork to you and I'll contact Diavolo. We're not letting you leave.. I refuse to let you go as much as Satan and the others will."

Satan began gently ushering her out the door, energy zapped after such a cold splash of reality diffusing his anger. They'd both get some rest... He wasn't going to let her leave his arms for a while.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was nothing if not perceptive. While he did not always show it, he did make sure to always pay attention. So when his little darling was a bit easier to excite than usual, he noticed. 

Eyes softened as he saw her. Out of all the brothers, Asmo was the softest with her. He liked the soft touches, forehead kisses and hair stroking, things that were intimate but not so much sexual. 

He loved sex, he would never deny that, but him offing intimate affection outside of sex was both something he did for just anyone. 

"What's in the bag? Did you go shopping without me?" Lips moved into a pout at his darling as she just laughed and gave him a soft kiss. 

"I promise you'll like this gift and be less annoyed and pouty after you see it."

"I don't like when you shop without me." He huffed a bit, pulling her into the bed with him. She just laughed and snuggled back against him, letting him fuss with the sealed gift bag for a moment. 

Despite his general nature of liking to surprise people, Asmodeus hated surprises. 

Yet, when he tugged the tissue out of the bag and pulled out what he thought was a T shirt, his heart stopped. 

A soft pink onesie. It was tiny, made for a newborn sized infant. On it was careful handwriting stating, 'Of course I'm cute, look at my Daddy.'

"You..." Words, for once, escaped him. 

A squeak left the woman as she found herself pinned under the Avatar of Lust, kisses peppering all over her face. 

"You beautiful, amazing woman... I can't.." he was choked up, unable to form proper sentences as he pressed soft kisses over every inch of her face, the final one ending at her lips, drawing her into a slow, lingering kiss.

He never knew such happiness before.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub loved cooking for his little human. His two greatest joys next to spending time with his brothers. It was a routine between them. On their days to cooks, they spent time together. He may have had to share her, but he would claim these moments happily and selfishly. 

However, recently he noticed how her face would go pale and she'd rush off. The smell of his cooking bad been making her sick. 

"I'm okay, I promise." Her words were soft, but he knew she wasn't feeling the best after getting sick. 

When it became a consistent issue, he began truly worrying. Not only was his sweet human sick but his cooking caused it. Had his his cooking gotten as bad as Solomon's?

"Are you sick? Do I need to get a doctor? Let me get Lucifer!"

"Beel, baby. I'm okay."

"You can't keep food down... Is my cooking bad?"

"Oh Beel, baby... No." Her hands reached up to touch his cheeks, he leaned down so she could touch him easier.  "This isn't your fault. I suspected it, but I didn't know until this morning." 

His eyes were lit up with confusion. Didn’t know what?

"I'm having a baby, Beel. You guys are going to be dads."

The awe on his face before he swept her up into his arms, laughing and nuzzling into her Affectionately making her laugh. He was both relieved and excited.

Belphegor:

Belphegor was currently snuggled up to his precious human. Despite being probably the laziest of the brothers, he was also one of the smartest. It was why he got along with Satan so much and why he also clashed with Lucifer... Well that and several reasons. 

He'd noticed it very quickly, probably before she did. She was usually full of life and energy. However the past couple of weeks she'd been exhausted, not quite to his level of sleep, but enough that people were worried. 

However, pressed into her for their naps, he noticed several things, her temperature was not up, so no fever. And areas of her body were more sensitive. 

"Come on. It's dinner time."  He nudged her after Beel texted him. "We can come back upstairs after eating. I know you're tired."

She almost whined in protest, "I'm not really hungry. My stomach has been pretty upset when I eat." She thought maybe it was just her period about to start. 

Belphie sat up and gazed at her, "Are you pregnant?"

Her lips parted before shutting again. A thoughtful look on her face. "What day is it today?" 

Arching a brow, "The tenth." 

He watched her face for a few more moments before looking at him, "I... Maybe?" She hesitated. She hadn't even thought about it. "I am late this month. I thought maybe it was stress? It wouldn’t have been the first time I was late because I was stressed out." 

Belphie sighed and drew her up into his arms, causing her to snuggle into him more. 

"Can we... Go after dinner to pick up a test? I don't wanna say anything to the others until we're sure." She snuggled against him, her mind warming with exhaustion again. She just wanted to stay here and go back to sleep.

"Yeah, of course." He dropped a kiss to her brow. "Any idea who the father would be?"

The question earned a smack to his chest. 

"What?" He saw her annoyed glare. 

"All of you. And if you ask that again, I'm going to yank your tail next time." Despite her annoyance, it made him smile to see her so protective of everyone, calling them all the fathers.

"Alright. You're right." He sighed and moved to get up, pulling her along. "Food then the run to the shop.... If it is, can we tell Lucifer last?" 

She rolled her eyes, taking the lead as she tugged him by his hand. 

Later that evening, when the three little tests all came back positive, she just gave Belphegor a look. "How the fuck--"

"You're exhausted, constantly. And sensitive. But you're not squirming like when you’re on your period,” She was almost always uncomfortable, and always wanted to munch on something. Not that he or Beel minded, “or running a fever.... And you haven't been really wanting to eat."

"I can't tell who's more observant, you or Lucifer at this point." Lucifer magically knew what they were doing so often she'd tease him about spying, yet it seemed Belphie was just as observant if not more so. 

"It's kinda funny. You knew before even I noticed." She laughed a bit, earning a smile from him.

Diavolo:

Diavolo was a special sort of person, and to say she was surprised he was willing to share her, was massively down playing it. 

The Prince had truly been a man with a golden heart and a fist of steel if pushed enough. 

"Barbados did mention I had a little bird in my office." His laugh was low, the large man moving to look at the girl who was currently leaning against his desk. "Lucifer was nearly panicking when someone mentioned you weren't home."

She blinked in surprise before pulling out her D.D.D. "Woops. I forgot to turn the sound back on." She was gonna get a lecture about that later, she just knew it. 

"Now, Princess, why are you waiting on me and not letting Lucifer know?" A large hand stroked her cheek, causing her to lean into his touch. 

"Cause he'd ask why and I wanted you to know first?" Bright, soft eyes gazing up at him as her hands moved to gently hold his hand. After a moment she moved his hand from her face to her abdomen. 

There was a moment, a pause before it clicked. Golden eyes seemed to grow brighter. "Are you sure?"

The way her smile grew only caused a massive one to spread across his face. Politics be damned, he was too happy about this.

He moved to pull the smaller woman into his arms, holding her close. 

Simeon:

Being an Angel meant a few things, even if Simeon knew he was on a path of damnation like Lucifer and his siblings had.

He loved the woman currently snuggled in his bed, his fingers ran through her hair as his gaze softened. 

A new life was blossoming. 

A new life that belonged to them. He didn't care about the lineage, it was still his child within her, whether he sired them or not. 

Fingers carefully caressed along her body, the touch was intimate and soft, just admiring her. Tonight she was with him in Purgatory Hall before she'd go back to the House of Lamentation. 

"Mmm... Morning, Simeon." Her voice was groggy and soft. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Very well, my feather." He whispered as he leaned down. "I love you." He nuzzled into her soft hair, earning a soft, happy noise. 

"You're so lovey this morning. Did I miss something?" She ran her fingers through his hair. 

"You're pregnant, love." His words were soft in her ear and just the honesty of it stole her breath. "It's a very new life, but I noticed this morning."

Fear flooded her first but then joy did. Because even if she was scared, even if she was nervous, she had Simeon and the others. "Are you happy? I”m a little scared...  but happy." 

"I am happy. Because this is ours... Yours, mine, and the others. And have no doubts they'll be as excited as I am. Even if they are a bit scared."

Simeon was as terrified as she was, he was an Angel that broke all the rules, teetering the edge of falling from grace. Lucifer was one that had already fallen and was now a demon... A powerful one. 

But he knew, no matter their fears, hers or theirs, they'd love her and their child. No matter what. And nothing would ever harm them.

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Midnight Sun, Chapter 9 - Port Angeles

Right. I remember this chapter from Twilight. I also have heard quite a bit about this chapter. This is gonna be a ride. 

Eddie starts off this chapter saying that he used to be the ‘responsible’ one. I would like to remind everyone that Edward Anthony Masen Cullen spent a few years eating people he percieved to be horrible criminals because he didn’t like animal blood and was being a whiny baby. But go off, Eddie.

SM is still trying to paint Jessica as a rude bitch and I still don’t buy it. It is extremely clear to anyone with eyeballs that Mike has a thing for Bella, and it is pretty obvious that this date he’s going on with Jessica is because Bella said no. So her thoughts come off as insecure. She’s a teenage girl, so I think insecure is a pretty standard thing. Not always, but SM has painted these kids as the stereotypical teens, so.

Basically, I still don’t buy the attempt to make Jessica seem evil.

Bella has wandered off to go get that book she wanted, and Eddie is simply freaking out because he let his daughter out of his sight for one minute and she wandered off. He’s about half a second away from considering getting a leash to put on her. Seriously, though, that’s how this reads. A parent frantic because they lost their child in a crowded store or park. We all know she’s gonna get a serious scolding for this one. Maybe even grounded.

a volly of snarls erupted from my throat

Okay, we’re still not to the big rant about vampire instincts in this universe, yet, but I want you guys to remember this for later. It absolutely aides in the point I plan to make there. Also a ‘volly’ of snarls. That sounds so forced and I genuinely laughed out loud when I read it. Anyway, Eddie has found Bella and she is with the Evil Bad Guys Who Have Ill Intentions. 

I would see how he enjoyed the hunt when he was the pray. I would see what he thought of my style of hunting.

Technically a spoiler because it hasn’t happened yet in this book, but not because we’ve seen it in Twilight. Eddie literally does not do anything to this Lanny guy or his friends. He gets out of the car, makes a mean face at them, and then gets back in the car and drives off. Maybe SM has Eddie go back out and hunt them later after he drops Bella off, but that doesn’t fit in with his squeaky clean good boy persona that Daddy Carlisle puts on him, so I doubt it. The scene as we know it comes off as very ‘man, if my girlfriend wasn’t here I’d kick your ass’. Because Eddie is a lot of bloated, puffed up talk.

When SM uses dialogue tags like ‘ordered’ to describe how Eddie says things, it just really hammers home that point I’ve been making about red flags. Even if it’s practical, like him telling Bella to put on a seat belt, especially since Pires bend the will of cars to their inane and idotic physics.

We went on a tangent about one of Eddie’s kills from his Vampire Batman days, and like honestly? I watch a lot of Criminal Minds. I see a lot of this kind of stuff, and it is absolutely awful that people like that exist in the world. I’m not saying that they shouldn’t be stopped. HOWEVER, this idea Eddie has that he was playing a good guy by taking justice into his own hands, I don’t jive with that. Now, I am aware of how faulty the criminal justice system is, especially with victims of sexual assault and domestic violence. I’ve lived that, myself. But if Eddie is so comfortable taking another life, no matter how he tries to justify it, he is no better than the people who he’s deciding to kill for their crimes.

a highly justifiable murder

See, this. This is why I don’t buy that SM’s Cullens are the paragons of good that she is constantly trying to say they are. There is no such thing as a justifiable murder, no matter what. Solving heinous acts with heinous acts simply perpetuates a cycle of heinous acts. 

I wasn’t giving her a chance to say no.

This is a trend that will continue throughout the entire series. I will point you to all of the times that Edward never gave Bella a choice in a matter, including leaving her in New Moon, and DISMANTLING HER CAR ENGINE IN ECLIPSE SO THAT SHE COULDN’T GO SEE HER FRIEND. That one in particular rubs me the wrong way for reasons, but we won’t do that here. Just know that Edward never actually lets Bella make a choice in this series, and even when he pretends to, he does everything in his power to make the outcome go his way.

And now we’re at the restaruant. I’ve heard some stuff about this scene and god, can I not WAIT, but for now, let’s just talk about the one off waitress character. She is clearly only here to be a rival to Bella for this scene. Brief, unimportant, underdeveloped. And honestly? One off characters don’t actually need that development, not really, but what I can’t stand about this one is that she is literally only here, both in this book and in Twilight, so that SM can puff up how clearly Bella is so much better than she is. Because, you see, Eddie doesn’t find the pretty hostess attractive, he only has eyes for Bella. Her entire point is so that Edward can look at Bella, and therefore, the audience as Bella is their SI for this world, and go on about how much better and prettier and more perfect she is than this woman. It’s just gross.

“Do I dazzle you?”

This is still, in my personal opinion, the best and most iconic line in a series full of iconic lines. Eddie the Dazzle Machine. Charming the pants off people when he’s trying to scare the shit out of them. It’s hilarious, and so fuckin’ romance novel cliche, and I love it.

This restaurant is apparently a real place in the real Port Angeles. And from what I understand, at least when the Twilight craze was in full swing back in 2008, they got a lot of extra business and a lot more people ordering the mushroom ravioli. Even put something about Twilight on their menu. Good for them, taking advantage of that free marketing. I have never been to Port Angeles, and am allergic to mushrooms, so I can’t say I’ve experienced the dish, but if any of you have, please let me know if it’s worth the hype.

Its so funny that right now, Eddie is worried about Bella being cold and going into shock, while Bella is over there huffing the fumes off his jacket like it’s a paint can, and he can’t even tell that that’s what she’s doing. The girl is doing everything short of just shoving her whole face in it and inhaling, but he’s too thick to get it. 

And here we are folks. The meat and potatoes of this chapter. The big comparison. The reason the cover has a pomegranete on it. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen has the absolute GALL to compare Bella, the boring, walking video game avatar to Persephone. Lets break down Persephone for a second here. There’s a lot to break down, but let’s stick to the basics, for fear that this rant gets wickedly out of hand before I can stop it. Persephone radiates optimism and hope. Persephone is soft, sweet, but has a temper that could kill a man. Persephone is sympathetic. When in the ever loving FUCK has Isabella Swan ever shown any of those characteristics? She is NEVER optimistic about anything. She fucking exists in a constant cloud of negative thought and assuming the worst. She isn’t hopeful about ANYTHING, not even her future with her PRECIOUS Eddie because she’s always questioning his intentions and feelings for her. She is not sympathetic in the slightest, no matter what SM tries to shove down my throat. She treats her friends like shit, she manipulates and lies her way through conversations so she doesn’t have to deal with them, she compares Mike to a FUCKING DOG. Bella is not comparable to Persephone, and it’s fucking beyond ham-fisted, it’s fucking EGREGIOUS to try to make that comparison. 

I could see more of an argument for comparing Eddie to Hades, since, ya know, Hades fucking stole Persephone to be his wife and most stories about Hades paint him as kind of a moody, brooding dickbag, but I’m still calling fucking foul on this attempt at comparison, SM. No dice.

Moving on.

Eddie describing Bella’s skin as ‘velvety’ gives me war flashbacks to those grocery store checkout novels with Fabio on the cover that my mom used to read. Eghhh.

So, Bella touches Eddie’s hand and it’s described in a way that gives me very G-rated sex vibes. Which just makes me wanna tell them to get a room because they’re in public right now, and also don’t do that in front of Bella’s salad ravioli.

Eddie is still being super controling and weird about Bella eating, and honestly, I super wish that Bella had had the good sense to get the hell out of there with Jess and Angela. Or that she would have the good sense now to excuse herself, find someone on staff, ask to borrow a phone, and call her dad. Because this guy is literally throwing out every red flag that exists. I know I say this a lot, but if Bella were a normal girl, she would not be charmed by this guy, she would be freaking creeped out and trying to get away from him. He isn’t even subtle about his creep factor or charming enough to play it off.

Edward thinking he has any edge at all is like white bread thinking it’s the right kind of bread for a hamburger.

Anyway, chapter ends with Eddie paying the bill and the pair getting in the car to head home. And the drama chord of the last sentence that’s supposed to play in your head when you read it falls flat. They’re on the way back to Forks and Eddie is chomping at the bit to hear Bella’s latest theory that we know from Twilight isn’t actually a theory so much as she heard a story from Jacob and then did some searching on some shitty Angelfire website. Or Geocities. Either way. And then she just went ahead and had a big old prophetic dream about it. 

Next time, we get the awkward car ride home and more. Thanks for hanging around guys. As always, feel free to message me (though, please note to anyone who has sent me anon messages that are rude or angry because I’m making fun of this book, I’m gonna ignore you.), recommend what books I should put on my list for my next recap series, and feel free to buy me a snack using the CashApp tag in my bio.

See you next time, babes.

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PREFERRED NAME — nora. i think i started going by it in like, 2009?? my full name is eleanor but i hated it n thought it was way too pretentious n i never felt like it fitted me so when i started writing on forums i decided i’d be a nora rather than eleanor and then my school friends called me it and it just kinda stuck, the only person who calls me eleanor is my mum

PRONOUNS — she / her / ethereal being beyond comprehension

AGE — 23 but i tell everyone im 21 because even tho time is literally fake im desperately clinging to that fleeting thing we call youth trying to catch it like smoke in my hands

PINTEREST — i actually have two. this one is my main one where i just cram all my shit n i’ve had it for years and some of its super unorganised. then i also have this one which is one i made for exclusively female characters. it started as mythological figures but now its like, women in literature and the occasional oc as well. variety is the spice of life!

DISCORD — lindsay lohan’s meth#8664

TUMBLR (PERSONAL/MUSE/RPH) — i used to be froseths but now im pvrscphones cos ya gal is a fucking whore for mythology 

OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE — oi oi guvna ere’s me twitta. also here’s my letterboxd n my goodreads if anyone still uses tht

MYER-BRIGGS — enfp / infp border .... the classic profile of a lit student

HP HOUSE — hufflepuff, am fuckin mad. 

ZODIAC — libra which is a joke because i am in no way balanced but i guess i AM indecisive and a peacekeeper so?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — i believe it when it says good shits gonna happen in my life and blame it if bad shit happens but i don’t strongly follow it i just find it interesting

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — maybe like 14?? my first rp blog here is literally so embarassing i wrote as clove from the hunger games n my best friend irl wrote cato :/ it was wild

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — like 9 years ago?? 2010 maybs

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — me n my friend ellie made this really cool group the summer before we left for uni which was loosely based on a concept mentioned mayb once in the divergent series, but it gave us loads of freedom to make it our own thing. it was called the fringe n it was like..... this dystopian society where people with different genes were cut off from the rest of society n lived in overrun slum cities where different groups had like, a monopoly over weapons, produce, etc.... my character jack was the leader of this lost-boy-esque tribe called the wolf pack who were hunters n used to run across the rooftops wearing the skins of animals they’d killed and engage in tribal rituals with sacrifices to the gods n shit. sounds lame but everyone there was so invested in their character arcs that it was a shame to see it go. but ! it kind of reached its end point so we blew it up w nukes n they all died. tragic.

WHAT WEIRD ANIMAL WOULD YOU HAVE AS A PET IF IT WAS REALISTIC — a fox?? do ppl keep foxes? idk i’ve always just felt a sense of connection w them like when a fox stares at me im like this shit is life i am living and breathing in this bitch.... visceral

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — everbody party tonight by cobra man n summer girl by haim..... not my usual stuff but big summer chillin vibes,.....

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — lord of the flies and also the handmaid’s tale. one of assignments was to write a chapter from another character’s perspective n i chose moira

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — skellig. fuck off with ur asprin ugly bat man i don’t care. also of mice and men. don’t care about the rabbits or curley’s goddamn wife.

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? — im not a big binger bc i find it jst makes me depressed if i watch tv all day but im nearly finished stranger things season 3 n i recently finished euphoria (big rec but proceed w caution as quite triggering content)

FAVOURITE QUOTE — cool girl speech from gone girl. but also “there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” i know its like.... such an overused quote but it really encapsulates this kind of feral girlhood that a few of my characters like bridget n greta have tapped into. i also loved the line “i feel like i could eat the world raw” from song of achilles, that really captures this kind of.... pure n childlike enthusiasm tht i wanna achieve w rory 

LINK TO A VINE THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — this is my energy completely am always covered in glitter n staring broodily out of the windows of ubers at 4am like im in the sad bit of an indie film 

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — uhh.... not as much as i shd.... i want to be a writer so i shd be makin some effort to get my stuff Out Into The World but im just not.... lol. ive done a lot of poetry collections . i wnt to finish a novel @ some point too.

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL TRUST — bold of you to assume i trust any youtubers

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — id literally die for saoirse ronan n timothee chalamet :/ chance perdomo also owns my ass. 

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — i once high-fived dani harmer, the actress who played tracy beaker. today my sister text me tryin to make me guess what celebrity she just saw on holiday in wales and for ages she let me think it was timmothee but it was actually bradley walsh from the chase :/

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — i am in a bomb ass crop top and mini skirt, several scrunchies in my hair, glitter all over my face, wearing cowboy boots. we eat dinner in a trendy but affordable pub that doubles up as a cocktail bar n then we drink zombies or sex on the beaches n go to a rave where everyone is on the same wavelength n i share drugs with girls in the toilets and we swap numbers knowing we will never text each other but its ok bc in that moment we feel like we are soulmates and everyone is super drunk n touching everyone else n its all very visceral and we walk through the woods when the rave ends and lie in the grass because we wish to suck out all the marrow of life 

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — princess diana was murdered 

ARE ALIENS REAL? — maybe the real aliens are the friends we made along the way

PLAY ANY PHONE GAMES? WHICH ONES? — love island game im addicted and way too invested in my fictional relationship with bobby, a cartoon

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — bold of u to assume i remember my childhood. but if we’re talking last 10 years angust, thongs n perfect snogging is so so cringe 

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — pairs of glasses belonging to other ppl when they break / get new ones even though i can see perfectly well. 

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY? — mythology...... always a craving and a wish i’d read like ancient texts but my school wasn’t good enough to do greek or latin or any of that shit n even tho i could read english translations i cant be bothered. also criminal psychology

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — italian, french and latin

MOVIE YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN 5 TIMES — ladybird, about time, angus thongs, shrek 2, what we do in the shadows, the history boys, atonement, coraline, the breakfast club, ferris bueller’s day off

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — cecilia lisbon. rue in euphoria. alison brie in glow. adam parrish in the raven cycle. richard papen. olivia cooke’s character in thoroughbreds. allen ginsberg in kill your darlings. lily in sex education. holliday grainger’s character in the film animals --- i too am an aspiring writer who never writes and just gets drunk instead .

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — no. cba

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — i go to the movies basically every day bcos i work in a cinema. im also a voracious reader n i occasionally do theatre or costume making

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — where the wild things are (film by spike jonze).  animals. beats. the book fen by daisy johnson and a girl is a half formed thing by eimar mcbride. andy warhol’s biography from a to b and back again

WHOSE BRAIN WOULD YOU LIKE TO PICK, ALIVE OR DEAD? — phoebe waller-bridge on how i get her life. carey mulligan on how she got to be such a good actress n how i can become her. maybs wes anderson. maybs gillian flynn. i tend to listen to podcasts w the ppl i really wanna pick the brains of.

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? — edward :/

LAST MOVIE SEEN IN THEATRE — blinded by the light n i lovd it

DO YOU STILL READ? — when i finished uni i kinda got out of the habit but this week i finished two books so ive set myself the challenge of a book a week.

IF SO, WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING? — i finished song of achilles yesterday n i also finished call me by your name yesterday. started circe by madeline miller today, im also partway through milkman by anna burns and the plays of annie barker

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – 3 i didnt hate it bcos at heart i am self-indulgent and love fashioning some sense of self when i feel lost in a world that is scary and constantly changing 

[kayoi1234]

I was bored and going through my wips. Found some quality lines that might make no sense without context.

So you sit on the train, and wait for the stop at Yogen-Jaya to arrive. There’s only one question on your mind.

Who were you?

-A Persona 5 thing that was based around the idea of “What would happen if you started a NG+ file with corrupted data?”. The end result, for some fucking reason, is a BOTW-inspired retelling of Persona 5, complete with memory loss.

All right guys, we’ll start from the beginning.

My name in Ren Amamiya, I come from 2018 Japan, and I did get bitten by a radioactive spider.

And, for the past year or so, I have been the one, and only Spider-Man.

(Now, I know what you’re all probably thinking. “But Ren, what about Peter Parker? Isn’t he Spider-Man?” Which I respond with “Multiverse Theory.” That probably doesn’t explain anything but oh well.)

So I saved the city, busted some drug rings, saved the city again, blah, blah, blah you know how it goes.

Then, when I was walking home from cram school, not as Spider-Man but as measly little Ren Amamiya who cried about seahorse documentaries, I notice something.

-Another Persona 5 thing, this time inspired because I watched Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse and I went completely hog wild before running out of steam.

Izuku Midoriya sits in his chair, a pair of mint green headphones on his ears with a microphone in front of him. Behind him, there’s a few posters of several game characters, but some of several heroes as well, the largest being an image of All Might, with the text “I AM HERE” in big block letters.

However, that’s only the camera footage that sits in the corner of the screen, out of the way from the real action happening on the main screen.

The game in question is a round of Overwatch, and Izuku is absolutely carrying his own team. He’s playing the gamer and mech pilot D.va, and currently has the highest objective time and third highest eliminations, right after the team’s Genji and McCree.

In the stream chat, there is an evermoving wall of text, most saying things about the game,

- A BNHA thing about, apparently, making Izuku a streamer. No idea where this even came from. 

“Wow, you’re a worst detective than I thought! And here I thought there might be someone who can match my intellect!” a voice calls out, and eyes turn to the person at the back, who is wearing a brown hat and cape, black hair framing a face that hold closed eyes, an easy smile gracing his face as he holds a half-empty ramune bottle in one hand.

“I mean, it probably wasn’t fair anyway. I am the best detective in Japan, maybe even the world.” The man says, eyes opening just a bit to show intelligent green eyes.

“And, who might you be?” Akechi asks, smiling. Ren looks at the man behind his glasses, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m Rampo Edogawa.” The man introduces himself. Behind him, a man with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is reading a notebook. “This is Doppo Kunikida, my partner for this case.” Rampo says, gesturing to him.

- A BSD and Persona 5 fusion, where all I wanted to do was have an excuse for Ranpo to meet Akechi and drag him through the mud. Good times. 

She’s looking at him like she’s found someone important.

The boy looks up at the woman on the wall, and asks “Who are you?”

The woman smiles, and says “I’m Atsuko, what’s yours?”

The boy looks at her, and he says “I’m Atsushi Nakajima!”

The woman looks him over, and says “So, Sheikah Kid, want to tell me why you’re outside in the rain?”

Atsushi grins and says “Well…”

- A BSD and LoZ fusion, where Atsushi is part of the Sheikah tribe. I honestly have no idea where this one is going.

The Law of Cycles demands that a cycle of life and death is kept, that despair cannot triumph over hope, that the scales shall not tip. But when half of the universe is killed, the scales begin to drop on one side. Madoka Kaname watches from her plane of existence, and frowns as she watches more and more despair crop up from the ashes, as the Witch of Salvation draws near.

A grinning god, one that controls the Laws of Equivalent Exchange, demands that the price of power be met. The Infinity Stones are not Philosopher Stones after all (Except, perhaps, the Soul Stone, but even then, that is a dubious theory). There is a demand that must be met. The Truth sits at the gate, grinning, for his dues shall be paid.

-Something I wrote after watching Avengers: Infinity War. The document title is literally “spite shall fuel me.”

And so, with the social tact of a squirrel, and the mentality of a toucan, he goes “So wait, which one of you is Markus?”

A dark-skinned fella (why fella, why did he call him fella that weird) in a trench coat blinks and says “I’m Markus.”

Lukas studies his face for a moment, sees a blue eye and a green eye, and, again with the social tact of a squirrel, says “You look like one of those bad ass anime characters that have the different coloured eyes. Bet you’re gonna say ‘It’s time to duel’ or something, and I’ll agree, and I’ll lose, and you’ll say something like ‘You’re a third-rate duellist with a fourth-rate deck.’ Or something like that.”

Markus blinks again and says “No. I wouldn’t.”

Lukas goes “Oh.” And then wisely keeps his mouth shut.

-A OC-centric story for Detroit: Become Human. Looks like it was written on a whim and the OC itself reads like a self-insert. youch. 

[sunyoonandstars]

BTS reaction 2.1.: Dating rumors about them and their little (idol) sister

This one is based on  the following anonymous request: 

So, basically the public is suspecting you, being an idol, and a BTS member of dating, however you are actually their younger sister, which the fans don’t know …

I’m gonna post this in two parts, and hope I’m doing this quite original request justice. I really had fun writing this up, imagining their (bad-ass 😁) idol sisters and their interactions ... Anyways, I hope you enjoy and whoever requested this is more or less content with my interpretation 🙃 Thanks again for the nice request! Keep’em coming! 

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1. Kim Seokjin / Jin

It had been a while since your older brother had called you, both of you being incredibly busy with your careers lately. Therefore, you are surprised when your phone rings first thing in the morning, showing six missed calls by your brother already, his sweetly smiling face flashing on the display when you finally take the call. „Y/n!?“ You can hear the tension in his voice as soon as you pick up. „What is it, Jinnie? What happened?“ You can hear him breathe deeply, unsteadily on the other end of the line. „Jin?“ He doesn't reply. „Kim Seokjin!?“ „Well …“, he sighs, still breathing heavily. „You should better not go outside today, little sister. There might be lots of paparazzi and reporters headed your way, if they’re not already there …“ Confused, you get up from your bed and go to your window, carefully pushing aside the curtains to secretly take a look at the street. And indeed the sidewalk in front of your idol group’s dorm is lined with many, many more reporters and photographers than usual. „No freaking way!“, you gasp. „Why, Jin? What did you do!?“ „Why would you think I did something!?“ „Well, you are calling me at 7 in the morning, so come up with an explanation. And a damn good one at that.“ „Well …“ „KIM SEOKJIN!“ You can hear him sigh through the phone. „Those reporters may or may not be under the impression the two of us are dating...“ Your stomach gets upset at the mere thought of it. „Yuck! What the hell!? We’re brother and sister, for god’s sake!“ „Indeed, we are. And I believe it might be time to reveal the true nature of our relationship. No reason to hide it anymore anyway. You’re popular enough without me now, so you won’t have to worry about people harassing you because of your idol brother, you being an idol, too, and all. They’re drooling over you already anyway, no thanks to me, my pretty baby sister.“ „You’re not getting out of this with a compliment, Kim Seokjin. You better make damn sure that this misunderstanding is cleared up before people get the wrong idea. Or else …“ „Okay, okay!“ You can hear the fear in his voice even without seeing his face, the confirmation that you still hold the reins when it comes to your older brother giving you a feeling of satisfaction. „Jeez, I’m still scared of you, even when we’re miles apart. And you’re three years younger than me. How pathetic.“ „Kim Seokjin. Press conference. NOW.“ „Alright, alright, I’m on it!“

2. Min Yoongi

Out of breath, you come to a halt in front of the door to Yoongi’s building, frantically ringing the bell until finally, a voice sounds over the intercom. „Who is it?“, you instantly recognize the sleepy voice and its annoyed tone. „Who the hell do you think? I know you can see me! And I called like seven times on my way over here! Why didn’t you pick up, asshole?“ „I’m sorry, I’m too tired for this shit right now …“ You press yourself as closely to the door as possible, frantically looking over your shoulder, paranoid for a very good reason. „Oppa! Open the fucking door already! I’m practically live prey out here!“ „What?“ „They spotted me walking Min Holly, okay!!??? It’s all over the internet! Have you been sleeping under some rock for the past six hours??“ „I was at the studio …….. napping.“ „I DON’T FUCKING CARE! Open the door! They’re coming!“ Thanks to your intense physical training and daily dance practice as an idol you had been able to easily take the lead, leaving the most of the reporters far behind, however the first of them are already catching up with you, moving in at a dangerous speed, only meters separating you now. „MIN YOONGI! DOOR! NOW!“ At last the relieving sound of the buzzer fills the chilly air and you can feel the door yield under your weight, quickly closing it behind you as soon as you slip inside and before any of the reporters can get to it. Completely drained, you sink to the floor right then and there, releasing Min Holly, who you’d been holding close to your chest ever since the paparazzi had started chasing you like rabid animals. „You okay, y/n?“ You look up at Yoongi standing in front of you, rubbing his eyes, his expression indifferent, his hair tousled. „Do I look okay!?“ „No. You look like shit.“ „Perfect. I see sooooo many pretty pictures of me popping up on social media tomorrow morning. Like this couldn't have gotten any better …”

Using your sleeve you brush the sweat off your forehead, still breathing heavily. 

„Seriously!?“, you scoff at Yoongi who seems to have forgotten all about you, his attention solely focused on his dog cradled in his arms. „Poor Holly baby. Did those crazy people scare you? Did y/n not take good care of you?“ „Tss“, you hiss, barely managing to get up, your legs still sore from running all the way here. „I protected Holly’s sorry ass from a mob of wack jobs! I’m a freaking hero, that’s what I am, and all you can see is your dog.“ He looks over at you, a smug grin on his face. „You know that’s not true. And you’re adorable when you’re angry, little sis.“ „Yah! Watch your mouth. I’m almost half a head taller than you.“ „Yet two and a half years younger. I’m clearly the more mature one in this equation.“ „You wish!“ You scowl at him. „Anyways, those nasty paparazzi saw me walking Min Holly, took a couple of pictures, posted them online and realized she was also your dog and moreover wearing the exact same collar as in your twitter post from last night. So your, no, our, crazy fans connected the dots, or at least they think they did, and came to the conclusion that we’re head over heels for each other and secretly dating. And, oh boy, they ship us hard. So, deal with it.“ Yoongi grimaces in disgust at the mere idea of people thinking he would be intimate with you, his sister. „Eww! Ewwwww! NO! NO WAY! Why would they even —? We have to —“ „I strongly second that! So, let’s get to it and write up some kind of explanation. It’s time A.R.M.Y. gets to know your charming idol sister...“

3. Jung Hoseok

„Now, let’s practice the last ten steps just one more time for tonight. Come on! Up on your feet!“ Hoseok claps his hands at you, smiling brightly. You can’t believe your brother’s persistent enthusiasm. „Hobi, you’re killing me! Literally!“, you whine, dramatically falling to your knees, sweat dripping from your forehead. „Jeez, you are most definitely brother and sister, both such drama queens“, Jimin teases from a corner of the room where he’s been sitting and watching you for the past couple of cycles of the choreo your older brother had put you through. „Shut your pretty mouth, babe“, you respond, knowing all too well that he is right, though. „Jimin, stop distracting your girlfriend!“, Hoseok scolds him. „She has a comeback stage tomorrow and her members are counting on her!“ „Alright, alright!“, Jimin backs off, his hands raised in resignation. „I’ll just be over here in my corner, quietly admiring my favorite dance machines at work.“ You blow him a kiss before you get back to your spot and Hoseok starts the music again. About an hour later the both of you are finally satisfied with your performance and you get ready to leave for your dorm. In the doorway, Hoseok stops you to give you some more advice on that one tricky part of the dance you had struggled with before tonight, just to make sure you are best prepared. „Alright, Hobi, I got it. I’m gonna be just fine tomorrow, thanks to you. Bets dance tutor ever!“ You get on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. „Make sure to watch me tomorrow, will you?“ „Of course! I always watch my talented sister’s performances. I have each and every one of them recorded, too“, he smiles at you proudly. „Aww, you’re too sweet, Hobi.“ You say your goodbyes and wish each other a good night, however, as you step out into the night, it suddenly starts to rain, big, cold drops falling from the dark gray sky. „Oh, no! My car is almost a block away!“ „No worries, sis, I’ll come with!“ Being the gentle man he is, Hoseok takes off his windbreaker and holds it up above your heads as a cover against the rain, accompanying you all the way to your car. „Thanks, oppa!“ Again, you stretch to place a kiss on his cheek before you get into your car. The next morning, a call from Jimin wakes you far too early. „Jimin-ah, what the hell!? It’s not even six o’clock yet. I need my sleeeeep!“ „No. You need to check your twitter. Now. It must be blowing up with mentions of you and Hobi-hyung by now.“ Confused, still half asleep, you sit up, grabbing you laptop. „What? Why?“ „Just take a look.“ You do as told and can’t seem to catch your breath. Trending hashtag: #HobiDumpThisSlut „What the hell!!!?“, you finally manage to gasp. But what pops up in your timeline next as most recent is even worse. You can hear Jimin cough on the other end of the line. „NO, HE DID NOT!“, you exclaim, directed at no one in particular, one hand covering your mouth, jaw dropped, your eyes fixed on the tweets Hoseok just posted a few seconds ago through the official BTS account. 

Dear ARMY! All of you should calm down and take a step back! This is MY SISTER you are calling a slut here!! And how can you just claim she is my secret girlfriend and drag her name through the mud like that? 

All I did was protect her from the rain and all she did was kiss me on the cheek! In an innocent, sisterly way! At THAT you leap instantly. But she and Jimin have been seeing each other for almost a YEAR and nobody noticed. 

So stop making things up and just live your lives, please, and leave my sister alone, if you could be so kind. Thank you.

they read.

You just sit there, frozen, blankly staring at the screen in disbelief.

„Did he just freaking expose us!?“, you can hear Jimin scream on the phone, his voice high pitched in panic. „Oh, Hobi …“

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Hope you enjoyed them so far! The other ones will be up here soon! 

Take care!

[tjroewrites]

Natural Selection

Pairing: Castiel x OC!Fallon Fawkes

A/N: I started this one-shot with a certain ending in mind but it took off in a totally different direction. This felt way more natural with the scene. Supposed to take place after the events of my fic. Which I’m still working on. Fallon wouldn’t act this way before everything went down. But this is something that helped me shape her as a character. 

Prompt: Callon (I know, I’m dumb) has finished up a hunt in an Oregon beach town. Castiel gets an idea. 

Warnings: Baby sea turtles. That’s all I’m gonna say.

Word Count: 2.1k (lol)

           The last vamp nest had taken its toll on then.

           Most times, it was a cakewalk. Castiel would smite a few; Fallon would start swinging her machete around. Save some vics; reunite a couple families. Easy-peasy. But most times the nest was small-ball. Not this time.

           Gold Beach was on her side of the states. Maybe six hours from her hometown in Oregon. It was a tiny little beach town. About as small as Lakeview. She’d never been, but she’d heard plenty of stories. Tight-knit community. Good people. Not a lot of trouble to find out there.

           Which was why the idea of the mother of all vamp-hives being located no more than half a mile from the town marker was a bit shocking.

           They’d just gotten through talking with a dad whose daughter they’d just pulled from the nest. No more than fifteen years old. The girl was damn near cold by the time they’d cut their way through the abandoned warehouse. If Fallon had been hunting alone, she’d be delivering a dead body to his door step. Lucky for the girl, there was at least one angel that still gave a shit about humans. God only knows why.

           The town’s main road actually ran alongside the ocean. If you pulled onto the shoulder and jumped from the car, your feet would hit sand. White, fluffy sand. Like a cloud on a warm summer day. Not like the swamp-muck shit they had over near Hat Creek. It looked so much different than those sappy movies they played on TV. It was the first time she’d seen it in person.

           They passed by one spot in particular on their way out of town. A giant boulder sat right at the lip of the shore. Every time the tide rolled in the waves would crash into it, forcing white spray in every direction in the most dramatic fashion. Then it would slide over the stone and weave through the cracks back to the sand. Over and over again. Roll, crash, slide. Roll, crash, slide. It was kind of relaxing to watch.

           Castiel slowed the truck down and veered off the asphalt, the tires hitting gravel along the shoulder. He insisted on driving them back to Lebanon since she’d gotten them there. And now she was paying the price. “What are you doing?” She groaned.

           He wiggled the shifter into neutral and fumbled with the emergency brake. The truck jolted a bit. He’d gotten good with shifting but parking a manual still wasn’t his specialty. “Stopping.”

           “Yeah, not very well.” She rolled her eyes. “I mean, why are we stoppin’? It’s damn near dark and we still haven’t cleared the cliffs yet.”

           “Just because you cannot see five feet in front of you does not mean my eyesight is poor.” He climbed out and shut the door, striding around the front of the truck in that wide-leg stride he always did. Arms out slightly. Head bobbing up and down. She jumped out of the cab and planted her boots in the gravel. “My vision is just as clear at night as it is during the day.”

           Fallon scoffed. “My eyes work just fine. Just don’t like drivin’ mountain roads in the dead of night.”      

           “So you allowed that vampire to nearly tear out your jugular vein back at the warehouse.” He tilted his head to the side and raised a brow. “It wasn’t because you could not see nor hear him. I was forced to come to your rescue just for fun, correct?”

            The creep had popped up out of nowhere. She’d spent too long making sure one vamp was dead and not long enough trying to figure out where the next one was. Too much noise, not enough light. Her ears had still been ringing from the last blood sucker to hear another snarl behind her back. She was seconds away from becoming the next Dracula before Castiel plucked him out of thin air. “He’d’ve gotten his share. Was just givin’ him a bit of false hope for his last few seconds on Earth.”

           Castiel chuckled and shook his head. Then he started out into the sand. His dress shoes left imprints with every step.  

           “What are you doing?” She asked for the second time. He knew how much she hated being ignored. Drove her crazy. Why did he insist on doing that? He turned back and smiled. The sunset cast a vibrant light around his head like a halo. She forgot how to breathe for one long-ass second.

           “I think we have earned a moment of peace.”  

.           The air was even thicker near the water’s edge. Castiel had suggested she take off her boots. She had suggested for him to shut his trap. But then he’d given her that look. The one where his stare glazed over and turned doe-like. His chapped lips puckered slightly. Dean called it the ‘puppy dog pout.’ Fallon called it the ‘bitch’s way out.’ But there she was, holding her boots in her hand, bare feet walking beside a shoeless Castiel along the damp shoreline. She’d say no next time. She swore on it.

           They were quiet for a while. The scene spoke for itself. The slap of the waves against the sand was something she never thought she’d enjoy, the white foam tickling the thin layer of skin on top of her feet as it rushed over. They had both rolled their pants up but the water still nicked the fabric a couple times. The sand squished between her toes with every step. The salty wind blew through her hair and pulled loose strands from underneath her bandana. The air was like a thick blanket draped over their shoulders. For the first time in a long while, she couldn’t find one thing to bitch about. She let her eyes close for a minute while she breathed it all in. But when she opened them again, something caught her eye.

           “The hell’s that?” She pointed at a deep hole farther up from the lip of the shore. There weren’t many holes out here, just dents and footprints, but this one stood out. Castiel looked down at her as she strode toward it, her right leg dragging a bit more with her increased speed.

           “A hole.” He said. He wasn’t wrong. It was what was inside of it that had her damn near splitting apart at the seams.

           “Holy shit.” She stared down at the hole. Inside were ten or twelve baby turtles.

           Baby. Freaking. Turtles.

           Real living and breathing (did turtles even breath?) animals. Not the little bath toys you see kids throwing around in a tub. Not the cartoon ones from that ‘Finding Nemo’ show. No, no. These were the real deal. The whole nine yards. The turtles were scampering into each other like bumper cars, desperate for a way out. But the hole was too deep. And they were tiny little things. They flapped their fins like they were trying to fly.  

           “Sea turtles.” Castiel confirmed, his knees hitting the sand a foot from the nest. Fallon followed suit. “They are attempting to make their way to the ocean to begin their life cycle.”

           “But they can’t get out.” Fallon waved her hand at them. What kind of mother sets her kids up for failure like that? “How’s a sea turtle s’posed to live if it can’t even get to the sea?”

          “Some nests do not survive the first stage.” Castiel sighed. “Charles Darwin was correct in his studies. Natural selection plays a primitive role in this world.”

           “So, what, we just let ‘em die?”

           “It is best not to interfere with the nest. It could confuse them further.”

           Castiel made to get up. For a very rare moment, she actually felt her heart clench. A heavy weight right on her chest. Her eyes burned in their sockets. Fuck Charles Darwin.

           Her hands dug into the sand, breaking away the lip of the nest and building some kind of ramp with her fingers. A few of the baby turtle’s flippers grazed her skin as she worked. They felt like gently worn leather with a soft finish. The sand clumped underneath her fingernails.

           “Fallon, what are you doing?”

           “I might be a cold-hearted bitch, but I ain’t gonna watch these turtles become some bird’s evening snack.” They were moving now, flapping a bit more wildly at the foreign hands working around them. “You gonna stand there and supervise or you gonna get down here and help me?”

           For a second she didn’t think he’d do it. Castiel had a big heart, but he was also methodical. There was a rhyme or reason to everything. Natural selection definitely fell into that category. But no more than a minute later he was down next to her, scooping sand out of the nest like his life depended on it. They broke the nest wall with a couple more handfuls. Then the race began.

           They moved quick after that. Waving their fins like mad in a dash to get to the water. Little ripples of sand trailed behind them as they swam through the grains. Fallon and Castiel had to actually move out of the way to avoid their frantic crawl. One after another, each one followed the next. It was a clumsy dance. Not very graceful. But if it wasn’t the prettiest waltz she’d ever seen. Her smile widened as she watched them run, their tiny little bodies blindly wading over the land until they finally hit home. They flopped a bit in the wake before disappearing under the water. She hardly noticed the tear sliding down her cheek as it all unfolded in front of her.

           If this had been a year ago, she would’ve kept on walking. Told herself the same bullshit Castiel had argued about natural selection. Or something close to it. If they couldn’t make it on land, how were they supposed to survive in the sea? Better to struggle on your own than to rely on an extra hand to help out. Can’t count on anyone. But now, sitting with her toes dug into the sand, her blonde hair stained with vamp blood and the sea spray in her face she felt something��� different. That maybe, sometimes, people needed help. Like those turtles needed help getting to the ocean. Like that girl needed help from that vamp nest. Like she had needed help all those months ago.

           Her eyes fell to Castiel. He was watching the turtles crawl across the sand, his lip tugged up in one corner. His eyes shone a brighter blue than the ocean stretched out in front of them. But that’s how they always were. Bold and deep, a never-ending pool that always seemed to see right through her bullshit. The same ones that stared right through her on Mount Nebo when she let him heal her for the first time. The same ones that stared back at her when she asked for a socket wrench to tighten the Chevelle’s lug nuts. Every monster, every case, every car ride worth remembering: it all came down to those bright blue eyes. They’d been there through everything.

           He noticed the tears. And when he raised one of those callused hands to wipe them away with his thumb, she didn’t even stop him. Her cheek burned hot under his touch. But it was the sweetest burn she’d ever felt. She leaned into his hand and his chest stopped mid-rise under his suit jacket. His lips parted. She licked her own.

           She couldn’t remember telling her body to move. She was sure she hadn’t. She didn’t need to. Like pure instinct her lips landed on his and the entire world stopped spinning. Every moment came tumbling down. Every sleepless night he’d helped her through. Every time he’d saved her ass. Every time she’d saved his. It all crashed down like the waves on the shore as their lips moved as one. When they broke apart it was only a few inches, breathing each other’s air and staring at the other like they were a lifeline. His eyes shone down on her like a second moon. She was bathed in his glow.

           “Hey, Blackbird.” You could hardly hear it above the waves. He let out a breathless laugh and slid his fingers into her hair. Her bandana slid off somewhere behind her. His other hand found her neck and traced her pulse point with his thumb. Breathing became difficult. When he answered it was a whisper against her lips, his eyes half-closed and his head tilted a bit to the side. The tip of his nose grazed her own and she sighed.

           “Hey, Falcon.”  

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Dr Stone 13 - 15 | Honzuki 1 | Iruma-kun 1 - 2 | Africa Salaryman 1 | Tokunana 1 - 2 | Actors 1 | Abilities Average 1 | Shinchou Yuusha 2 | Assassin’s Pride 1 | No Guns Life 1 - 2 | Kabukicho Sherlock 1 | Ahiru no Sora 2 | BnHA 64 | Shin Chuuka Ichiban 1 | Stand My Heroes 1 - 2

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Dr Stone 13

Did Senku just Salt Bae??? Now I’ve seen everything!

I remember this puckered face from the manga! It’s hilarious!

Poor Kinro…he’s shocked at Ginro’s words…

Those were foxtails.

Who knew Suika’s mask could look so badass, amirite???

Honzuki 1

I like books…so this was a natural pick for me, y’know?

OKAY, why is the girl drinking wine she accepted from an older man??????

O…kay, so this has nice backgrounds and a pretty nice aesthetic with all the flowers, but otherwise it’s kinda dull, to be honest. It moves at the pace of a slice of life show…and I’m not sure it’s intentional or not.

“Only grownups are allowed to tie up their hair.” – So then, and correct me if I’m wrong about this…why is Turi’s hair in a braid? Or, when they mean “up”, they mean in a full bun like Myne (Main???) did earlier?

I’m thinking either a marketplace might have books…or at least signs to read.

I’m thinking of Maou-sama Retry from last season…because I’d rather a boring slow walk like the one I just saw, rather than a terrible run cycle like the one in the first episode of that show.

What…? Was Urano a vegan or vegetarian…? Or just too much of a city slicker to deal with seeing a dead chicken?

Iruma-kun 1

I picked this one based on the good ratings it had on ANN.

How does anyone remember these lyrics??? How many “ba” and “bi”s do you need???

…Hayate the Combat Butler, basically speaking.

Levy = Leviathan, I’d assume.

Aye, what a poor lad…to be sold off at 14…

Well, that was a fast way to set up an episode. If more shows were like this, I’d be a happy camper.

I-Is Opera…a DUDE?! Hallelujah! I hit Bishonen Jackpot #2! (No. 1 is Seiya, of course.)

You comedies wanna play hardball with me? Huh?! Do you, punks?! Let’s see how many times you can make me (wholeheartedly) laugh, then! (Current laugh count: 1)

Gender-coded uniforms, much…?

Is Catgirl related to Opera somehow???

Well, you do know that Asmodeus represents lust, right? That’s why he’s pink, isn’t he?...Isn’t he??? Update: Oh, yeah, right. Sullivan should probably be “Solomon”, but the name is deliberately different for comedy’s sake.

Uh, lemme guess: Daisuke Namikawa for Asmodeus? Update: Ryohei Kimura. I knw he sounded familiar…he’s Kane-san, in other words.

Kamehame-fireball!

(Iruma-kun is a master of dodging)…I thought it was because of that spell from before, really.

Da Vinci homage for the win!

Oh hey! 2nd German suplex of the season (I didn’t watch the first one).

By the power of dodging, Iruma wins…one servant! (Just in case Fate/ wasn’t enough for you…so to speak.)

There’s a single heart on Babylys in the ED, it seems…plus a giant bow.

Africa Salaryman 1

If Beastars is anime Zootopia, then this is absurdist Zootopia.

This is some Attenborough s***...until it isn't.

The OP scenes with the characters dancing...that's gonna be in my nightmares.

Oh, it's the pa in pachinko (“chinko” meaning p***s) that’s missing, so they went with glasses/asses instead.

We got Punpun animated (i.e. frightened Toucan)...score.

Giraffe Donuts, LOL.

I’m really pissed now…there’s no adblocker for my phone, so I had to sit through a good 8 ads or so just to get proper subs…I almost lashed out at someone because of it, too.

FireLion, LOL. I like these old computer-style transitions, but I don’t like how many ads I have to live through for it.

Tokunana 1

Is it just me, or did the police guy say "futures" (plural)...?

Hmm...by brandishing a gun at that point, is this man implying he's a saviour, or that guns are cool? I sure hope it's not the latter, considering gun violence rates worldwide. Then again, I might be reading into this one detail too much.

This reminds me of Midnight Occult Sevants…which doesn’t bode well for this show.

I can see this being my next Cop Craft…which I don’t need this season.

…oh, boy…rule no. 1 of detective shows: don’t be a hostage or get kidnapped. Ever. (Inevitably, if the show is about police in some capacity, someone will break this rule at least once. It’s made to be broken.)

Between this and Kimetsu no Yaiba, we’ve had enough “intelligence” (“using your head”, i.e. headbutting) to last us a while…

This CGI looks kinda bad…Africa Salaryman does better with disguising its CGI.

I like how the skull had a bow on it.

Wait, a dog, bird (pheasant) and gorilla (monkey)…this is some demented Momotaro going on right here…

Lookit that lady go!!! Woot!

To be honest, I keep feeling like Seiji’s gonna develop superpowers…or is this not the show for that…? (I mean, there’s dragons in the synopsis! Dragons!)

This show looks kinda off model, which is a bad sign in the first episode…hearing gunshots after the ED kinda startled me, though, and made a killer move for another episode out of goodwill…come to think of it, I’ve been giving out a lot of “can’t peg down this show with one episode, will watch more” this season already…

Dr Stone 14

(no notes, sorry!)

Actors 1

I’m a fan of Masuda, who voices a character in Actors’s 3rd iteration…IIRC. It’s gonna be a while until we get to him, though.

Uh, how does this guy play keyboard with those floppy sleeves of his???

Specifically, according to Hinata, Haruna told him he was being too noisy before she went back to sleep…although I’ve never seen a little girl be woken up by her big brother in these “I’m late! *puts toast in mouth as they run ou the door*” intros, so it’s refreshing.

His name is Otonomiya (“sound temple”, with “sound” being the thing you hear), of course he’s going to be part of a musical franchise…

“Akizuki Kai” sounds familiar…I dunno why though.

UGGGGGGH! If you’re doing a singing anime, let us hear the damn song!!! Don’t make us wait for the Otonomiya version!!!

Kagura…Sousuke??? Classicaloid??? I am so not going to match that boy with this one. (Well, one of the kanji is different, but everything else is the name, right down to the wordplay. A kagura is a type of dance, y’see, and one of the characters matches one in the Japanese word for “music”, ongaku. The other can be found in Otonomiya’s name, in fact.)

What’s up with this white wall business, anyway??? This ain’t Tokyo Ghoul, this is a singing anime!

Archery boy is good boi. Me likey.

I have a bad feeling about Nozomi, yo.

I LOLled so hard…I mean, this pink dude’s name is Uta Outa…it’s so redundant. You expect me to love him???? LOL, as if!

Con brio = with spirit, with vigour. Adagio = slow, by the way.

Stand My Heroes 1

I’m here for Ume, as I always am. Ume’s role is Go Miyase of the Kujo family.

That was a pretty epic opening, actually.

Who scouts a civilian for a narcotics unit???

I am so not going to be able to match names to faces at this rate…

Hey, don’t you go patronising girls!!!

I feel like it would’ve been better (and flashier) to demonstrate the drug immunity by showing, not talking about it.

Takaomi looks like Tenn from Idolish7, man…

Hmm…I saw Ume’s character, but it’s hard to evaluate his voice for Go just by a “Here you go.” (And no, that’s not a pun…not an intentional one, anyway.)

I just realised Aoyama has this tiny plait on the side of his head. It’s rather cutesy for a narcotics show.

(Aoyama informs Rei about Arakida)…yeah, but why are you here, Aoyama? Are you just here to warn Rei???

The stain really is gone, you really can’t tell that it is there…I assume that means she was drinking water in that tall glass of hers (Rei).

This ending song is a bit weird…I never expected it to be English. I expected it to be by the VAs, to be honest.

Abilities Average 1

It’s better if I call this “Abilities Average” rather than the long-winded “Didn’t I Say to Make My Abilities Average in the Next Life?!”.

The scenery in this show is nice, at least…(?) But is that a CGI carriage I see?

Comic Earth Star…that doesn’t bode particularly well for me. The only series I’ve watched that has a series that hails from that magazine is SekaTsuyo (Wanna Be the Strongest in the World!) and I didn’t like it much in the end.

Ohhhhhhhhh…kay. Is it just me, or did I read “Hotel Little Gust” as “Hotel Little Girl”…?

Mile and Myne (spelling pending). In female-led isekai. This season only!!!...this is gonna suck, isn’t it?

Lenny is a boy’s name, though…?

Why is the show’s English tagline “God bless me?”…? I’ve half a mind to drop this show already…and I read the premiere report on ANN, so I knew it was going to end like this. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve had a season where I just catch up on older series, even though I keep thinking I will have one on my hands during weak seasons. (This has been a worry since the especially weak summer 2018 season, really.)

The Spain Square…? Really?

Really? You’re gonna complain about Japan’s declining birth rate here???

Whoa, I wouldn’t be surprised if this show were taken for granted by yuri shippers…

The extreme buffering means I managed to spot a redhead who I’ve seen on this show’s promo material…yup, that’s her.

Oh…great. This redhead is tsundere…(If I give one more complaint, I’m getting out of here!)

Oh…so Mile even pointed it out…(probably because this buffering is going so slowly, I can guess what’s happening before it actually happens.)

Okay, so I never figured out why she started calling herself a country girl and I went back and looked (despite all the buffering I was fighting) and no one ever does call her a country girl, it’s just a random misconception she has. Because it was so unclear that this was the case, I’m going to drop this show. (Well, for all the middling shows I have this season, losing one is actually a relief…!)

Shinchou Yuusha 2

Here we are again…and I’ve been thinking about Seiya a lot since last time, which probably seals the deal in that this is going to be part of the final lineup. (Today’s Seiya probably helps a lot with that.)

Ohmigosh, Rista’s panicked face when they almost get caught by Chaos Machina…LOL.

…just as I thought, I go “nnnnergh” under my breath when someone mentions the name “Aria”.

Assassin’s Pride 1

I picked this show because the protag looked kinda hot…but only now I realise he looks like a knock-off Kirito and I really start to regret my choice…

Is it just me, or is this show really dark??? (Not just because of the bloody scene at the start, mind you.)

The side of the train says “Cardinals 26110”, in case you were wondering…(then again, you probably weren’t wondering that…)

Wait-his name is Kufa WHAT?!

This is giving me Lance N Masques vibes now, because it did almost the same plot beats except for the fact I still can’t reconcile the fact Kufa Whatsit lives in a lantern (which is actually a pretty interesting idea…if it didn’t seem rather unviable upon retrospect)…that means it’s halfway to drop city.

Melida is so flat, she doesn’t even fill out her dress…(LOL, that gives a new meaning to “flat as a board”.)

But why is the tutor a dude? Plus an older dude to a younger girl, at that???

Hey, Melida is essentially my kinda catnip…at least in my head...because she’s someone without powers in a family with powers (basically, she’s like Daichi from Crimson/Future is Crimson in that regard). Then again, Charlotte tried playing the same hand by having superpowers and absolutely sunk itself ‘cos I couldn’t stand Yu.

Elise runs reallllllly derpily.

Those CGI alleyways look baaaaaaaaad, man. Like, “looking at grainy footage through a UV camera” bad.

Okay, Kufa. You are not Naruto. You will not see them aliens. Give up already.

The actual frig is an anima???

I like this black/bright blue/purple combo…it’s nice.

Umm…but what is the way to awaken the mana???

I’m currently going, “So why should I give a s*** about Melida???? Ripoff Kirito just chooses to swear his life upon her and awakening her mana because she’s been beaten down a grand total of once…You should’ve killed her already, Kufa. Isn’t that what being an assassin is about???”…and then I realise there’s more to the episode…

Waiiiiiiiiiiiit…one of the maids’ names is Nietzsche??? Like the Ubermensch guy??? That’s weiiiiiiiird, man…

Kufa is a chuuni, calling it now.

The text under the series logo doesn’t quite make sense…

Hmm, this one’s a tough call, but I think I’ll give it a 45 and a hard drop. I don’t think I’ve ever asked myself “So why should I give a s*** about the main character?” before…I think the closset to that would be when I’ve asked myself why I wanted to be subjected to this (for anime that get dropped).  

No Guns Life 1

Now that I look at the title again…why is it called No Guns Life when Juzo’s life will always have a gun in it for as long as he’s like that (i.e. he has a gun for his head)…?

*Juzo smokes* - Oh, now that’s a striking opening scene if I ever knew one!

Ohmigoshit’sKnuckledusterfromBnHAVigilanteswithagunforhisheadand…I…*huff huff* can’t breathe anymore…LOL.

Seriously, I thought I thought up some weird s*** for my old stories, like the girl whose face was missing and Akoya turning into a manequin to preserve his beauty.

“The only ones who can touch my trigger are those who I’ve chosen to accept.” – Is that…a sexual metaphor??? Or an intimacy one in general???

Wowwwwwwwww, chibi gunhead (which was hinted in the OP) was not something I expected from such a hardboiled show.

“…shot right in the head.” – LOL, says you when the guy with the gun head is behind you.

I thought there was seriously a pun there by having the gun head’s name be “Juzo”, but it turns out his name has the kanji for 13. Maybe that hints at how unlucky he is instead. (Same with Inui and it containing the character for “dog” – turns out it’s a different kanji.)

I think this is reminding me of Mahoutsukai no Yome – strong in its core genre at first, but then shows some weakness when it comes to comedy.

I worry about how this show will look during the midseason slump period…it both has traces of CGI and the still camera pretending it’s “properly animating” a scene.

That ED really is something…and hey, I got an explanation for why the show has traces of CGI in it from the credits! Unreal Engine was credited there and that’s normally used for games.

Kabukicho Sherlock 1

Dammmmmmmmn, that’s one sweet soundtrack!

Man, I know I said for Stars Align that there’s no slap to the face like a slap to the face, but…this was a slap to the face in that I did not expect Mrs Hudson to do an entire Coraline-style musical routine in the first half of the episode. I could tell from her (?) appearance that she was a drag queen/trans caricature, but they didn’t need to make her a singer in a bar…and the “sexy” shots of Mrs Hudson’s butt are kinda disturbing…and especially the part where Watson (I think it is?) gets a butt grab for his trouble…

The woman in the blue dress is Diana Oldoini (spelling needs confirmation). The woman with the blue hair…seems to be called Tenkill…(yeah, under the subs, I can’t really make it out.) All the women at Pipe Cat seem to be trans stereotypes, which vaguely annoys and unsettles me.

Kyogoku = Natsuhiko Kyogoku and Sherlock is Holmes, but I dunno about “Michel” or “Kobayashi”.

The Watson from the Holmes books was a doctor in the Afghanistan war…I know that much.

Natsu -> Fuyu (summer -> winter), hiko (“brilliance/brightness”, a common component to Japanese boys’ names) -> to (“person”, also a common component of Japanese boy’s names).

Oh, Michel is this guy (Belmont)! No wonder. Update: So the cats are like placecards, announcing that you’re in the building.

White Rose! I saw it when Watson showed up in his car, so I figured it was going to be important…I just didn’t think it was necessary so soon…

Chili oil…no wonder the woman was disgusted by Sherlock’s burp. Not to mention, Holmes was good at identifying chemicals too. This show is shaping up to be a modern Holmes more than Detective Conan is!

Wowwwwwwww…this show really doesn’t like gay people either (understatement).  It’s like I’m watching a show from the 90s in regards to the LGBTIQ+ people in this…

Moriarty is a thief for thieves, huh? A regular (modern) Robin Hood, so to speak. I wonder if the poor kids are the Baker Street Irregulars…?

This soundtrack is sooooo good! Plus it’s clearly leading up to a rakugo scene, based on the fact “Shibahama” briefly appeared on the screen during that really cool rainbow/text scene!

“What sort of girl takes her clothes off for a man she’s never met?” – A sex worker.

I-Is Moriarty drinking Dr Pepper…? Or Coke?

This is really shaping up to be a modern Sherlock Holmes – with his rakugo, this Sherlock is leading his Watson to the answer!

Ohhhhhhhhh man, these CGI cars look terrible!

H-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?! W-What? Sherlock gets hit by a car in the first episode (I think they wanted it to happen for humour)? This really is a show where it’s neither mystery nor comedy…it’s just kinda weird and kinda there.  

So that’s Mary Morstan and…who? (If you never figured it out, I learnt these characters’ names through ANN cast announcements.)

I…don’t get why Sherlock is screaming because I don’t know what Watson’s bottle-thingy is for, but I’ll assume it has to do with pain for Sherlock’s genitals or something of the sort…and go “ouch” for him.

Okay, so the next-ep preview’s “Why not join the staring at eye moles squad?” is a joke. You see, the word nakibokuro refers to a mole (or beauty spot) under the eye (where hokuro = mole and naki = cry, so it’s as if the person cried the mole into existence). Then it’s mitsumetai, meaning “want to stare”, but then the tai for “want” is substituted for the tai meaning “squad”. So that nonsense English line is just a very literal translation that isn’t funny…just confusing. I don’t get the “Cobra?/ Farewell” exchange though…

This very last scene before the end of the episode seems to be a page of info about the setting of Shinjuku in this series. East and west were split by a wall and train tracks, it seems, and you ned to pass through the gate to go between them…I spotted this omake because of the cat in one corner.

I don’t quite get why the case had to be treated like a gameshow at one part, but that would be a cool plot if someone ever wrote a story about it…(actually, wait. I think I do know a similar plotline from Detective Conan – the one with Natsuki in it – plus the Running Man by Steven King is somewhat similar to it too.)

Ahiru no Sora 2

Essentially, Sora is a reverse Kuroko…amirite…?

Ugh! This slang is so outdated!!! “[T]otes craycray”…the translator’s trying too hard to be a hip teenager…

How does anyone keep food in their afro anyway…?

I…miss shonen protags like Ahiru. The type that are earnest, but not shouty.

I was thinking I might drop the show here, but then I looked at the posts and strangely they didn’t talk about Chiaki (who I expected to be the deuteragonist of this show). Instead, they talk about Momoharu, so I was wondering what kind of twist they were pulling.

Beet red, my butt…

…then again, more Chiaki shenanigans showed up, so I really am gonna drop this. Geesh, Chiaki, you really suck.

BnHA 64

Eyyyyyyyyy, my local sublicensor is back to simulcasting BnHA! That didn’t happen for the stuff affected by the CR x Funi partnership, so I’m happy it’s happening right now.

I heard this was a recap ep but it was handled well…oh well, the new OP is well worth the price of admission.

I like how Amajiki (my boyyyyyyyy!) is like “Don’t touch me!!!”, even in the OP.

Hmm…I see one of the male journalists being scolded uses Windows 10.

Tokuda’s name is literally a pun on “It’s a special (episode)”…good job, Bones and BnHA staff (sarcastic). Update: Maybe the “tane” (seed) means he’s seedy…?Nah, that pun doesn’t work in Japanese.

Good job on recapping Vault Boy (as he’s known). I found his POWERRRRRR! thing amusing when s3 was airing, remember?

I get the feeling (based on the chapters Viz made free for the sake of hyping s4 up) Nighteye is a parody of the Jump series Seiji Tanaka. Update: No, now that I google Seiji Tanaka up and remember Horikoshi was going for a stereotypical Japanese salaryman look, it’s just a giant coincidence…

Tokuda has that “nice older man” vibe going on…hmm…

Whoaaaaaaaaaaa, that quirk is creepyyyyyy…

“…false encouragement to those…”

Selfie for the photobomb photographer!...(or something like that…)

Oh nooooooooo, I know exactly what’s in store for these guys, now that Viz made chs. 122 – 162 available for free for a limited time!!! That ED though…it’s basically torture for someone who knows what’s going on!!!

Shin Chuuka Ichiban 1

This is a sequel to a series I watched ages ago in Cantonese, so…heck if I’ll understand what’s going on, but I’ll try. Even though my memory of these characters should be better than everyone else’s, it might even be worse, considering all the anime I watched in the years between…

All these faces are familiar…but I’ve forgotten most of their names…If I remember right, the blonde is Sanche, the only one I really remember because he gave his all to cutting radish by moonlight so that it was proven it was so thin you could see the moonlight through it…yeah, I think that’s the only character aside from Mao I can really say anything about. (I don’t think he was blonde last time I saw an anime about him, though.)

These chickens are adorable...in this day and age, we know these chickens aren't carriers of misfortune...but just roll with it for now.

The subs don't note it (the visuals do eventually though), but her (Tiya’s) bro is a big one.

I never realised how long Mao's hair was until this series...

Even these men look like chickens...LOL.

The essence of SCI is, like any other shonen, Mao gets underestimated and kicks their asses.

The men even sound like chickens, LOL.

See? Silkies. I've never taken care of one myself, but they are adorable lil' birds with a distinctive look. Anyways, I think what sets this apart from SnS is the earnestness from years gone by (rather than extreme exaggerating). Also, this ep. made me hungry...LOL, that's the sign of a good cooking show.

Yeah...I forgot the reason why Mao wears that blue thing over his arm is because he can dramatically reveal himself as Super Chef. That happened a lot in s1.

...who's Fei again...?

Tokunana 2

I think this is going to be the decider as to where I push the threshold of my rankings, since this how is very middling…also, it’s pretty obvious to note the ep. titles go 1, 2, 3…(and so on).

I’ve watched my fair share of mysteries (Detective Conan gives you a lot of ‘em), so I can tell the covering of the mouth is a tell…the dwarvish man is lying.

The news headline says “Rainbow Bridge Reconstruction”…(It has a particle on the end though…I dunno whether I wanna translate that or not.)

Based on the “dragons” idea, I wouldn’t be surprised if the main antagonist’s surname was Kuzuryuu (“9 headed dragon”).  

Codenames? They even did that in Double Decker and in some senses, that was a parody of the entire cop procedural! (What with “Perm” as a codename and all that…speaking of which, I think Travis was the type who liked “fun” codenames too…he called himself “Boss” as well…and called his rookie “Rookie”.)

The saying goes a painted dragon should have the eyes painted last or else it’ll come alive and fly away. It must be something of the sort for daruma too. By the way, I could guess the politician was trying to be re-elected before Ichinose said due to the hissho (“sure win”) written on the daruma.

I don’t think I’ve seen anyone in anime sit backwards on a chair like that (Ichinose’s pose)…

How does Suga know about the blog…?

I keep swearing Seiji is gonna awaken some type of powers, but…I dunno why…?

“Here it is! My fist of justice!” *whomp*…that’s how I imagined the final punch to be for Seiji.

I swear…I’ve been seeing this Angolmois-style filter over Tokunana…(grr…)

Stand My Heroes 2

Wait, there’s Hattori…and Hatori…? Update: Oh…kay, so there’s Otani Hatori (of Revel) and then Hattori You (of the police). They have the same colour hair…and the same hairstyle…there goes my dreams of even comprehending this show…

Wait, so the English-language song is the OP????

Why does a guy called Maki always have green hair…?

Seriously though…Yui is a cliched scientist. By that, I mean he doesn’t really act like one at all – he obsesses over potential samples and whatnot (emphasis on “potential”).

Where the heck did you acquire a drug like that, then, Kagura???

Only Rei, who knows what happened at the dinner, can say “you’re nice based on what you did at dinner”. The viewer wasn’t privy to such things…

Aki’s tsundere…!

That fight scene was barely animated…geesh.

Maki’s got such anger issues that it’s hard to get behind him…

By the by, I don’t find Jekyll and Hyde cases hot, so Maki is basically a no-go.

Iruma-kun 2

This could be the show that decides it all. Iruma-kun is the 2nd-last show on my prospective shows for the season, so I’m cutting the fat fast by watching a few shows that indicate the quality of everything underneath as well as itself.

LOL, I never noticed there was an “Oh my gah” in the OP, haha.

Okay, so the pun in the title is Mairimashita! Iruma-kun (“I’ve Arrived! Iruma-kun”in formal Japanese because he’s the demon king’s grandson), but it’s “demon entry” rather than the standard kanji…so there’s absolutely no way to make that joke work in English, hence “Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun”. The pun in Iruma is that it’s an anagram of the formal iku/kuru (come/go), mairu. Yes, that’s the mairu I was talking about earlier.

I love how the narrator is just like “akuma deeeeeee~su” with all the enthusiasm of a postman; that is, he’s not very good at covering up his sarcasm.

Oh, so it’s maccha, but macha (demon tea)…geddit?

…oh! I actually noticed Sullivan’s hands were bandaged, but I didn’t think anything of it! So it was plot-relevant…

Hellraiser clock…for mezamashidokei (where ma = demon again)…that is a good pun! I love you, subber!

I assume the series of 5 symbols I keep seeing is actually “Iruma”, meaning the demon language is based on English, or at the very least individual romaji.

Oh wait! Babibabi(etc.)ru…does that mean the OP is referring to the school??? *mindblown*

…don’t tell me it’s Sullivan…? Update: Nope, I forgot about “Severus Snape”. He’s Aizawa from BnHA, but a demon.

Asmodeus stands out far too much in a crowd, LOL.

Whether useful or useless, trash is trash.

That’s…a very death metal snake…to put it one way.

This reminds me of Future is Crimson…how nostalgic…I really expect a cute monster though.

*laughing behind hand* Oh noooooooo…does that mean Iruma summoned the teacher??? (Hahahah!!!! Hahahaha!!!)

So…I was right, but I wasn’t right??? The teacher is a cute demon, I guess. Very fluffy. His Snape form isn’t bad either, but I’d prefer someone younger than him, to be honest. (Gimme plushies of the small fluffy sensei!)

Okay, so sukima appears to be a word meaning “gap, crevice (etc.)”. There’s the character for demon in it, so it’s kinda like calling this section the demonic gap-closer…the malevolent mini-episode…the fiendish filler! Yeah, I like the sound of “fiendish filler” (even though I don’t even like filler!).

Dr Stone 15

…now Senku’s done it. (i.e. married Ruri)

I like how Suika went splat while running. It adds more consistency to her nearsightedness.

Now there’s a cliffhanger!

No Guns Life 2

I always love it when people say they’re unarmed…but truth be told, people (normally) have two arms…not to mention, Juzo has a gun for a head and a fist that can rapidly punch. You can’t really call that “unarmed”.

I just realised Juzo’s jaw doesn’t really move when he talks…

Wait a second, ARAHABAKI????? You mean, Chuuya Arahabaki???? (Talking about that to those not in the know would be spoilers, so I won’t explain what I mean here, just in case there are non-BSD fans reading this.)

So…uh, where are Juzo’s eyes in that head of his…?

Ooh, authentication keys. Sounds like cybersecurity. That…was my jam before I jumped ship – apparently I’m too dumb to deal with modulos (which are important to cybersecurity).

Hmm…gun slave unit? Whatever does that mean, hmm??? (somewhat inquisitive, somewhat sarcastic)

Can a guy with a gun for his head get lung cancer? These are the big questions, folks.

Hmm? His hobby is house-cleaning, but he doesn’t have any kids…? That sounds sort of weird (although my ideas of a house cleaner are probably a bit…motherly, I guess? “Conforming to traditional stereotypes”…how about that description instead…?).

I never realised how short the muzzle of Juzo’s head is until I got this side shot.

“Guess that means I won’t be able to hold back against you!” – Whoa! That’s some effective horror…and this isn’t even a show that has “horror” as one of its genres…

[rogue-rook]

many highlights from The Stolen Century from a first-time TAZ listener (here there be spoilers)

oh hot damn a flashbacks episode!!!!!

“everything begins, and i mean that quite literally, with the light of creation”

the IPRE has some real nostalgic space exploration nasa vibes to it

travis: “i would like to state that, canonically, magnus calls him “cap’nport” because magnus, like I, loves portmanteau”

suggested names for the ship boat thing: boaty mcboatface, spinnaker (which just means boat), stinky spinnaker, laser spinnaker, hyper spinnaker, flying boat, tail spinnaker, fighting spinnaker, lightbringer, sky spinnaker, sky boat, sky weaver, star dancer, starblaster! the winner! starblaster!

the way they arrived at “starblaster” was such peak mcelroy Creative Nonsense

the reporters at this IPRE press conference have had increasingly silly names

justin: “taako and lup go to a bar and do what they always do at a bar, which is hustle people at pool” i love them so much! i didn’t love taako all that much for the majority of this story but now i think he’s cool as shit

I’m so SO SO SO SO SO EXCITED for lup to be a part of this and be a real character and not just a fucking GHOST haunting taako’s umbrella

magnus wants to go train with the bear of power and that’s the most on-brand thing for him to possibly want to do

travis: “magnus doesn’t kill animals if he can help it” not animals, but of course he has no problem killing dwarves, elves, liches, wizards, ya know, all those PEOPLE he’s killed

justin: “taako and lup are gonzo, they're out of here" magnus: “i’m like checking on bear cubs and making sure everyone's okay" merle: “im like increasing everybody’s speed with spells’ very on brand of everybody here

travis: “okay griffin i have a very important question that i should have asked before-” griffin: “is about your fucking hard candy supply?”

the entire set up of this arc is so fun and good 

justin: “yeah i've got a fucking genius plan and I'm gonna fix everything! come close, griffin, because I'm about to blow your game wide open. I’m going to make a fake light of creation. I’m gonna spend this year like a survivor contestant on their last legs, crafting a false hidden immunity idol. I’m going to craft, to the best of my ability, a fake light of creation. a decoy, if you will!” THIS IS GENIUS

taako: “okay, that’s all well and good but lup and i are going scrapping. this is the most civilized- this is the most technologically advanced place that we’ve been to yet, and I wanna load the ship up with all the valuable mechanical components I can find, so I’m going fucking looting, I’m gonna destroy as many robots as it takes, I’m gonna take these motherfuckers apart piecemeal, so I can take whatever cool magic is powering them. I’m going to loot this motherfucker to brass tacks, I’m gonna just loot and pillage” merle: “burnt earth” taako: “yes exactly”

lup: “i believe one of these times we’re going to get this right. and we’re going to find a way to defeat the hunger and save everybody inside of it. I have to believe that to keep doing what we do, becasue I have to believe that I’m going to get those 15 dollars back from greg fucking grimmaldis” lup is as cool and funny and DOPE as I was hoping she would be

one of these eps, they just kicked it on a beach for 35 minutes and were shitheads about merle’s attempt at gifts. the literal goddamn definition of a bottle episode. im only like 75% sure davenport was even in this fucking episode

travis has named magnus’s fish, magnus’s father-in-law, a rando reporter at the IPRE press conference, and a kid at one of the stolen century planets “steven”. all of those people/fish are called steven, because apparently travis has a thing for that name

clint just called lucretia “lucinda”

well now i understand why merle’s died 50 million times

taako: “i got bad news for everybody. our arch-nemesis is MORRISSEY”

magnus gets excited to learn to carve wood bc its something he could do with knives and weapons and shit and im like oh THATS the most magnus thing he could possibly do!!!

hey cool so barry and lup’s adorable love OWNS MY ASS

that was the sweetest falling-in-love story ive ever heard and it was like 5 fucking minutes. @ fanfiction writers throw all your barry/lup friends-to-lovers fics directly at my head PLEASE

davenport: “lup can you blow it up?" lup: "can i...blow up a mountain?....well, YEAH! but lets save that for a last resort" the legato conservatory person: “i'm going to firmly request that you don’t blow up our sacred mountain”

taako: “hey I’m taako, from TV” griffin: “uh okay-” justin: “what?” griffin: “you haven’t been on tv yet” clint: “it’s aspirational” justin: “yeah, its aspirational. hey I’m taako from TV. you’re all pretty wanged. you’re pretty fucked. there’s good news and bad news, and the bad news I’ve already covered, with the fucked-ness that you are”

jesus, shit got DARK

oh my god the voidfish that magnus saved in the stolen century is the same one on the bureau of balance base. that’s some heart-tingly shit. that’s that GOOD STORY SHIT

griffin: “your adventures in the back half of these cycles are more fraught than the first half” OH IM SORRY? MORE FRAUGHT??? REALLY, GRIFFY?

griffin’s judge character dude: "magnus, you have fought with others your entire life, throughout your adolescence you celebrated strife. i didn't mean to make that rhyme"

one of the future crimes accused of the IPRE crew is “cruelty to a child who loves them�� and im like oh. maybe i shouldnt have wanted somebody to call them out on being mean to sweet ango

oh man i wanna hug lucretia so bad and take care of her and make sure she’s okay

griffin: “she wouldn’t go on to found the bureau of balance for decades, but this horrible lonely year, that’s when she became Madame Director” okay, yep, i love her, and i just remembered i was worried for SO LONG that she was hoarding the relics for her own gain and jesus christ IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT THAT, EVERYBODY, I REGRET IT SO BAD

magnus reading fisher the voidfish a story more like GREAT JOY AND HAPPINESS

justin: “taako like walks by [the voidfish] and you just hear him shout ‘give him the complete works of nathaniel hawthorne next!” griffin: “YOU FUCKING HATE THAT GUY!” justin: “fuck that guy” clint: “what do you have against nathaniel hawthorne???” justin: “he is the worst writer and everybody has to read him and it makes kids HATE reading” clint: “last of the mohicans???” justin: “thats- not him, thats james fenimore cooper” griffin: “BOO-YAH!!! [singing] take him toooo schoool” justin: “yall i know the name of TWO authors from that time period, and he did the ONE pull, that’s gonna sound so fucking smart” oh man maybe I really need to reevaluate my ranking of Favorite Mcelroys, justin just reached for the Deepest Cut To Make Me Love Him

magnus: “i don’t find anything useful in this library, so let that be a lesson, kids, you’ll never find anything useful reading books” yeah take that, you punk ass book jockeys

griffin: “I base it on just how much i like the scene, right? so take plus two bond” whoa what GRIFFY DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A SYSTEM FOR THIS SHIT?? HE’S JUST HANDING OUT BONDS AND ASSETS WILLY NILLY????

magnus: “oh, could i have been learning magic instead of feeding books to my buddy?” griffin: “your scene was really good though” magnus: “oh man i could have become a wizard” yeah and break the continuity of THE ENTIRE GODDAMN SHOW

this Lup and Taako’s Greatest Day chaotic destruction is the most fun shit that’s happened in this show

taako: “I pull off her blindfold to reveal this planet’s ONLY DMV. there’s one DMV on the entire planet” this planet has no people and no animals and no living anything besides the 7 ipre crew and yet there’s a DMV leftover from whatever civilization used to be here. UH UH UH SURE JUSTIN

jesus christ i can’t believe lup’s lich form dabbed in the goddamn middle of this ritual

travis: “griffin, i know this wasn't in the instructions you sent us, but I want to make a lightsaber, can I do that?" griffin: "absolutely not!"

the KrebStar is a dope name

griffin: "so like a lotta bear stuff, then, huh?" travis: "look im leaning into it"

travis: “I’m going to name the helmet BearFace- ya know, naming stuff isn’t magnus’s strong suit- and I’m going to call the pendant 2th Necklace”

griffin: “and she’s holding an umbrella” justin: “fuck you” THIS MOMENT IS SOOO GOOD

justin: "I think i speak for the rest of us, and like the entire audience, when i say I cannot wait to see what these fucking 7 items are"

“that was the last conversation you had with your sister” hey griffin. fuck you

“not all exits are equal” HEY GRIFFIN. REALLY REALLY FUCK YOU

oh man lucretia. i can’t believe you did that to everybody. man that’s. that’s rough

this is heartbreaking holy shit. barry begging his bestfriend TO KILL HIM so he won’t forget the love of his life is SOME GUTWRENCHING SHIT HOLY SHIT

this is a really amazing story and I’m so impressed with the way it evolved from a goofy mcelroy joke podcast into such an amazing compelling story

[hard-satin]

Second chance at first line (Part 2 in teen wolf rewritten)

Masterlist

I was shaking out my arms, getting ready for one on ones, when Stiles ran up to me nearly knocking me down.

  “Whoa where’s the fire?” I asked laughing at Stiles spastic nature.

  “Allisons father is a hunter, the one who shot Scott with an arrow.” Stiles gasped out. My eyebrows shot up. This was not good news.

  “What are we going to do?” Stiles asked as coaches whistle pierced the air.

  “Nothing we can do now. Let’s figure it out after lacrosse okay.” I said leaving him behind as I jogged onto the field.

  I was up first against Jackson. He scowled at me as I made it by him no problem and launched the ball into the back of the net. I blew him a kiss before joining Stiles at the back of the line.

  I watched as Jackson took out his frustration on the other players. When it was Scott's turn JAckson didn’t hesitate to knock him on his ass. Stiles and I winced in unison. I watched as coached walked over to Scott.

  “My grandmother can move faster than that, and she’s dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?” Coach asked Scott.

  “Yes coach.” Scott told him.

  “I can’t hear you.” Coach said getting even closer.

  “Yes coach.” I heard Scott growl out. I shared a concerned look with Stiles before nodding to Scotts now glowing yellow eyes.

  “Uh oh.” Stiles breathed out bringing his glove up to chew on.

  I brought my hands up to cover my eyes as Scott lined up to go again, I couldn’t resist peeking. I watched in horror as Scott rammed into Jackson sending him down into the dirt before collapsing himself. Stiles and I immediately raced to his side while the rest of the team gathered around the groaning Jackson.

  “I can’t control it guys. It’s happening.” Scott panted as we crouched next to him. I could hear the growl in his voice.

  “What here now?” Stiles asked in a panic.

  “We have to get him out of here Stiles.” I said pulling Scott up placing on of his arms over my shoulder as Stiles did the same on Scotts other side. We dragged Scott into the boys locker room. He collapsed to the ground as soon as we got inside. Stiles knelt in front of him.

  “Get away from me!” Scott yelled fangs bared and eyes glowing.

  I grabbed Stiles by the back of his jersey pulling him away from Scott. We both crashed back into the lockers before we scrambled away from our advancing friend. I tripped over some clothes that had been left out on the floor and I crashed down onto the ground with Scott now nearly on top of me. Stiles turned to look for me and he shouted in fear as Scott drew closer. I looked to Stiles but then something caught my eye past him.

  “Stiles the fire extinguisher!” I shouted at him.

  He turned wildly grabbing it and spraying Scott full in the face as he jumped for me. I scrambled back until I bumped into Stiles. He pulled me up into the hallway with him. He pressed us against the wall, both of us breathing hard.

  “Guys.” Stiles and I peeked our heads around the corner at the sound of Scott's voice.

  “What happened?” Scott asked looking up at us. We walked back in knowing it was safe again.

  “You tried to kill us.” I told him crossing my arms not wanting to get to close.

  “It’s like I told you before, it’s your anger, your pulse rising. It’s a trigger.” Stiles said getting much closer than I would to Scott.

  “But that’s lacrosse. It’s a pretty violent game in case you hadn’t noticed.” Scott said.

  “Whelp, it’s gonna get a lot more violent if you end up killing a member of the other team.” Stiles told him.

  “Or a member of your own team, you did mess up Jackson pretty bad.” I added, Stiles sent me a look over his shoulder. I shrugged. I might not be helpful but I was right.

  “Look you can’t play Saturday, you’re going to have to get out of the game.” Stiles told him sadly.

  “But I’m first line.” Scott protested.

  “Not anymore.”

 -

  The news wasn’t good when Stiles and I Facetimes Scott from Stiles bedroom later that night.

  “What did you guys find out?” Scott asked when his face finally appeared on Stiles screen.

  “Nothing good.” Stiles admitted not bothering to sugar coat. He told Scott all about Jackson's shoulder and how Saturday was basically riding on him. I didn’t listen to distracted by the weird shadow in the back of Scott's room. I leaned closer to the screen.

  “What are you doing?” Stiles asked looking at me. I traced the humanoid shadow with my finger. Stiles eyes widened in realisation. He opened his mouth to warn Scott but I elbowed him to shut him up, typing out our suspicions for Scott to read instead. But as I hit send the connection started to buffer.

  “Shit.” I cursed as Stiles brought his thumb nail up to his lips to chew on. The message finally went through and I watched in horror as the figure grabbed Scott out of his chair and pinned him to the wall. My hand found Stiles as I prayed whoever it was wouldn’t hurt Scott.

  I recognised Derek's voice as he growled out a warning to Scott before disappearing from sight. I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding in now that Scott was safe, or at least out of immediate danger.

  “As if we didn’t already have enough problems.” I grumbled to Stiles before looking down at our hands which were still locked together. I dropped his hand quickly before walking over to collapse onto his bed trying to think of a solution that wouldn’t result in anyone's death.

  The next day Stiles and I skipped our first two periods to try and figure out a solution to our werewolf problem, but we got nowhere. I slammed my book shut in frustration earning me a angry shushing from the librarian. I stood up to get more books on mythical creatures and lore when flashing lights caught my eye out the window.

  “Stiles come here.” I called him over.

  “Why is your dad here?” I asked as he joined me at the window.

  “I had no idea, but I know how we can find out.” He told me before grabbing my hand and pulling me from the library.

  We tracked down Scott in the hallway. Stiles pulled him to a corner down the hallway from his father.

  “Tell us what they're saying.” Stiles told Scott, as we stood behind him waiting in anticipation.

  “They’re making a curfew.” Scott said turning back to us.

  “Great they’re looking for a wild animal.” I groaned.

  “Yeah while the jerk-off who actually did this is just hanging out doing whatever he wants.” Stiles grumbled.

  “We can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek.” Scott pointed out.

  “We can do something.” I shot back an idea suddenly coming to me. I turned to Stiles

  “Like finding the other half of the body.” We both said at the same time before running off to get to work.

 -

  We ditched the rest of school to go back to Stiles house and try to figure out  the missing body situation when we got Scotts call about Derek. We raced over immediately. I followed after Stiles as he barreled through Scott house and up into his room.

  “What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes I’ve had a lot of Adderall.” Stiles said talking even faster than his normal breakneck speed.

  Scott told us about the dirt at Derek's and the blood. I clapped in excitement.

  “That’s great! Let’s get you to the morgue.” I said dragging Scott to the Jeep.

 -

  The three of us raced into the hospital. Stiles pointed Scott in the direction of the morgue. We wished him luck before wandering into the waiting area. I watching in confusion as Stiles entire demeanor changed, then I noticed Lydia. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the counter waiting to watch my favorite program. The Stiles making a fool out of himself in front of Lydia Martin show. It’d been airing since the fourth grade and it was just as irritating yet entertaining as when we were eight. I watched him build up the courage to walk over to her.

  “Hey Lydia. You probably don’t remember me, I sit behind you in Biology. I’ve always thought that we just kinda had this connection you know. Unspoken of course. Maybe it’d be kinda cool to get to know each other a little bit better.” He said. I peered around him to gauge her reaction. I had to bite my fist to keep in the uncontrollable laughter as Lydia pulled out a bluetooth and basically shot Stiles down without even realising it. I sat down beside him when he finally collapsed into a waiting chair.

  “Shut up.” He told me looking blankly at the paper in front of him.

  “Fine I won’t tell you you're holding a informative pamphlet on the menstrual cycle.” I told him crossing my arms and turning away.

  “I like to learn.” He shot back.

  “It’s upside down.” I said.

  He flipped it around before becoming distracted by Jackson and Lydia as they made out in the hallway. He didn’t even notice as Scott walked up to us.

  “What did you find?” I asked standing. I looked back to Stiles who was still watching the hallway PDA. I snatched the pamphlet out of his hands to get his attention.

  “Holy, God.” Stiles exclaimed as I rolled my eyes at him.

  “The scent was the same.” Scott told us.

  “Are you sure?” Stiles and I asked in unison.

  “Yes.” Scott reassured us.

  “Then he really did bury the other half on his property.” Stiles said.

  “Now we have proof he killed the girl.” I pointed out.

  “I saw we use it.” Stiles said heading back outside. Scott and I followed after him.

 -

  We all spent hours in the Jeep that night munching on slim jims and staking out Derek's house waiting for him to leave. As soon as he did we got to work. It took longer than any of us thought.

  “What if he catches us?” Scott asked starting to panic.

  “I have a plan for that.” Stiles tried to reassure him.

“What?” Scott asked, I just shock my head knowing that when it came to Stiles plans no one involved ever like the answer.

  “If he comes back we all run in different directions and whoever he catches first to bad.” Stiles said shrugging.

  “I hate that plan.” Scott complained.

  “Hey geniuses I think we found it.” I said nudging my shovel against the soft fabric like material under the dirt. We dropped to the ground and started brushing it off. We pulled apart the knots holding it together to reveal the head of a wolf. THe boys screamed and jumped back.

  “You two were prepared to see a human body, but a wolf head bothers you?” I asked.

  “You know I don’t think I ever stopped to prepare myself for anything actually.” Stiles admitted. I rolled my eyes and hopped out of the hole to think. I stopped my pacing short as I came upon a flower.

  “Hey guys check this out.” I called to them cutting their argument short.

  “Is that Wolfsbane?” Stiles asked coming to stand beside me.

  “What’s Wolfsbane?” Scott asked triggering a lecture from Stiles on his unpreparedness for being a wolf boy.

  “Wolfsbane is a flower that is said to have the power to weaken a werewolf. It can be used to force a wolf to shift into his or her form, and it can be used to keep a wolf from shifting, depending on the species.” I said bending down to examine the flower. Stiles came down with me, but he stopped Scott from doing the same.

  “Whoa, weren’t you listening? This stuff is bad for you so back up.” Stiles told Scott hopping to avoid a repeat of lacrosse practice.

  “Why is any of this important?” Scott asked as he backed away. I wasn’t quite sure why it was important either. I looked to Stiles. He looked between me and the flower before pulling it up. The roots were attached to twin like what had been used to wrap the wolf's head. Stiles looked back to me before pulling it up further following the trail of twin in a spiral pattern.

  “Guys.” Scott called us. We turned and followed him back to the edge of the hole. Instead of the wolf's head that had been their previously the top half of the body was now resting inside.

  “I think it’s time to call your dad.” I told Stiles.

 -

  We had to stay at the crime scene for hours while the sheriff's station investigated. I watched with Scott from the Jeep as Stiles walked over to get into the squad car the cops had locked Derek in. Scott turned away but I couldn’t let Stiles be so stupid alone. I started to jog over to the car but I was intercepted halfway by sheriff Stilinski. He dragged me to the side before reaching into the squad car to drag Stiles out to stand next to me.

  “What the hell do you two think you’re doing.” The Sheriff asked us clearly pissed.

  “Just trying to help.” Stiles tried to explain, but even I knew that statement wouldn’t go over well.

  “Yeah, well how about you two help by explaining to me just exactly how you came across this.” The sheriff asked us crossing his arms over his chest.

  “We were looking for Scott's inhaler.” Stiles told him.

  “Which he droped when?” Sheriff asked.

  “The other night.” Stiles said casually, I smacked my hands across my face as I watched my friend walk right into his dad's trap.

  “The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?” Sheriff asked preparing to go in for the kill.

  “Yes.” Stiles replied.

  “The night you told Scott was at home and it was only you two knuckle heads frolicking through the woods.” Sheriff said pointing between us.

  “I wouldn’t describe it as frolicing.” I said, hoping to delay Stiles inevitable doom. It was to no avail.

  “Yes.” Stiles answered his dad confidently, a moment later his face falling in realisation.

  “No. Ah crap.” Stiles tried to backtrack but even he knew it was over.

  “So you lied to me.” The sheriff told us as I tried to avoid his eyes.

  “Well that depends on how you define lying.” Stiles supplied.

  “I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?” TH

he sheriff asked.

  “Well uh,” Stiles looked to me for back up, I tilted my arm down.

  “Reclining your body in a horizontal position.” Stiles said. The sheriff looked from his son to me.

  “Get the hell out of my sight.” He told us walking off. We raced away glad to be free of punishment. The Sheriff wasn’t my actually parent but he might of well have been ever since my mom kicked my abusive shit hole of a dad out of the house the Sheriff sort of took over that roll for me and I hated to let him down.

  We ran back over to Scott and piled into the Jeep. As we drove away Scott started to freak out, it go worse when he found the wolfsbane in Stiles bag. We pulled over to the side Stiles got out and I chased after him as he threw his backpack into the woods.

  “You know that had all your homework in it.” I reminded my impulsive friend who hung his head in realisation.

  “Well at least Scott’s okay now.” Stiles said turning back to the car.

  “Scott?” Stiles called.

  I turned around. The passenger side door that I closed when I got out was now hanging open and Scott was long gone.

 -

  After confirming Scott wasn’t out terrorizing the town, Stiles and I had no choice but to go get ready for the lacrosse game.

  I met the boys out on the field. Stiles seemed to be trying to convince Scott not to play. I looked over to him raising my arms. He just shook his head. It looked like Scott would be playing after all.

  Coach pulled me aside as I walked onto the field.

  “Alright Jamie. I want you on a long stick tonight. You’re going to be our secret weapon. I don’t want any team knowing what you got until it’s too late for them to do a damn thing about it.” He told me smacking my back as I switched out my sticks.

  “Yes coach.” I said before following the cue of the refs whistle and taking my spot on the field. It was pretty clear from the go whistle that the rest of the team was Icing Scott out. There was no way this was going to end well. When I saw the sign that Lydia was making Allison hold up I knew things were about to get interesting. As soon as the ref blew the whistle again Scott launched into action taking ball after ball to the net. He seemed to be letting the animal side take over. I stood with Danny at the other end of the field useless now that Scott was going wolf boy on us. He stood with the ball near the net as the clock ticked down. There was nothing I could do now but watch and pray for a miracle. Just before the clock timed out he seemed to get a grip and shoot the ball making the winning shot. I let out a sigh of relief before I watched him disappear from the field. I tried to chase after him but I lost him in the crowd. I bumped into Stiles instead.

  “Have you seen Scott?” I asked his still looking around wildly.

  “No, but you’re not going to believe what my dad just found out.” Stiles told placing his hands on my cheeks to make me look at him.

  “What?” I asked.

  “The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body and determined the cause of death to be an animal attack. So..” Stiles waved his arms around to explain the rest.

  “Dereks not an animal. Oh god now we really need to find Scott.” I started to panic.

  “I don’t know where Scott went but I saw which way Allison was headed. Follow me.” Stiles said grabbing my hand and dragging me after him. We raced through the halls of the high school bursting into the boy's locker room. We found Scott but he wasn’t eating Allison, well he was eating her face but in a none werewolf more teenage PDA sort of way. I pulled Stiles back before he could interrupt. When they finally pulled apart there was really nowhere to hide so Stiles and I did our best not to look stalkerish as we leaned against the lockers.

  “Hey Stiles, Hey Jamie.” Allison greeted us as she walked out. We waved at her before turning to Scott who walked over to us in a daze.

  “I kissed her.” Scott told us with a stupid grin on his face.

  “We saw.” Stiles replied.

  “She kissed me.” Scott said still not down from cloud nine.

  “We saw that too.” I said shortly giving Stiles a look. He needed to tell Scott as soon as possible or things would only get worse. He ignored me turning back to Scott.

  “It’s pretty good huh.” Stiles said smiling at his friend.

  “I don’t know how, but I controlled it, I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it’s not that bad.” Scott said dreamily. Stiles looked to me, I nodded at him to just get it over with.

  “Yeah.” Stiles said wringing his hands. He paused.

  “We’ll talk later then.” Stiles told Scott slapping the from of his jersey and turning to go. I moved into his way arms crossed giving him a disapproving look. He grumbled at me but turned back to Scott.

  “What?” Scott asked.

  “The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.” Stiles told him, still not able to bring himself to say it all.

  “And?” Scott asked.

  “Well I’ll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal not human. Dereks human not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail.” Stiles explained it in his own Stiles way.

  “Are you kidding?” Scott asked fear bringing him down from his previous euphoric high.

  “He hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet.” I told him nudging Stiles on.

  “My dad I.D. the dead girl. Her name was Laura Hale.” Stiles admitted.

  “Hale?” Scott yelled in a panic.

  “Dereks sister.” I confirmed.

  The three of us stood in stunned silence letting the fact that we were completely and utterly screwed sink in.

[sugas-kookies]

Bulletproof Wings (Pt.1) [Taekook]

Summary: Jeon Jungkook was the kind of guy who had everything everyone else wanted: Good grades, good looks, a multitude of talents, and popularity. Yet despite having the world in the palm of his hand, Jungkook felt restless; he had no plans for his future whatsoever. Life for him was a cycle of predictability. That is, until he discovered his feelings for Kim Taehyung weren’t completely platonic. He begins to live his life ideally with excitement at every turn, but Jungkook soon finds himself realizing that maybe a dull life wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Jungkook x Taehyung

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

Part 1

Jeon Jungkook was your typical above average high school graduate; he was relatively popular, got good grades, and excelled at any extra-curricular activity that he tried. Outside school as well as in, he was known to be the perfect boy with a pretty face, “The Golden Kid”, as his friends and strangers alike called him. All of his classmates and peers would repeatedly tell him things like how jealous they were of his skills or how he had the world in the palm of his hand.  Jungkook, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite of what everyone else was thinking. Life was, to put it simply, quite boring. He had no dreams, no aspirations, no vision of a future for himself, all he really wanted was to have some excitement in his life. He just wanted to let loose, to not give a damn about any rule or expectation that people put on him, to experience his youth to the fullest extent. Needless to say, living irresponsibly wasn’t so simple, so Jungkook was stuck between what he desired to do, and what he was required to do.

The closest he ever felt to being free was when he screwed around with his friends at their secluded hangout on the edge of town. There, he could practically do anything that came to his mind with little or no consequence, the feeling of having no responsibilities setting into his entire being, always leaving him craving for more.

It was this place that he was currently walking to, with nothing around but the distant sounds of people and the rhythmic thud of his feet on the pavement. The sun was setting low in the sky, casting a beautiful array of colors into the sky, a sight that if Jungkook didn’t see every time he walked down this path, he might have found it to be quite spectacular. He sighed to himself as he continued walking down the quiet, abandoned street; it seemed that just about everything he looked at somehow reminded him of his unquenchable boredom of the life he was currently living.

What would have been a peaceful walk to the hideout was ruined by a force crashing into him from behind, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Jung-Kook-ie!” a voice cheered playfully as Jungkook stumbled a few feet, still trying to catch his breath from being startled.

“God damnit Jimin,” he huffed as he straightened up, glaring daggers into the smaller boy in front of him. Park Jimin was one of Jungkook’s longtime friends; they had practically grown up together. That closeness didn’t make him any less of a nuisance unfortunately. Jimin seemed to only have two sides to him: impish and playful, or just downright affectionate and clingy, both of which could get onto Jungkook’s nerves within minutes. Nevertheless, he still considered him one of his best friends despite his annoying habits; after all, he had been a very good friend to him growing up.

Jungkook eyed his friend for a second time and finally noticed the fluffy, bubblegum pink hair that was on top of his head, “Please tell me that’s just a shitty wig, and not your actual hair…” He groaned, slapping his hand over his face dramatically.

Jimin laughed, his voice tinkling in the quiet air around them, “Come on, of course it’s my actual hair! I told you I was gonna dye it pink someday, did you not believe me?”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook replied, “I guess I never expected you to get the money to dye your hair such an outrageous color. You’re always complaining about how broke you are.” He dodged a playful swing that Jimin sent his way, smirking. If there was one thing he loved to do, it was to irritate Jimin. Sure, it was hypocritical of him, but damn if he didn’t do it anyway.

The pink haired boy pouted as they began their walk to their hangout, “You’re one to talk about fashion choices, Kookie. Half the time you look like you grabbed clothes out of a dumpster!”

“My fashion choice can’t be too awful if every girl at school wanted to date me,” Jungkook replied cockily, giving Jimin a shit eating grin. He never was one to brag about his looks, but that certainly didn’t mean that Jungkook didn’t find a way to use them to his advantage.

Jimin groaned, face palming to try and contain how much he wanted to cringe, “Oh my god, you’re turning into Jin more and more each day…”

Jungkook let out a ringing laugh as he and Jimin reached the hideout that they shared with the other boys. It was a dump in every sense of the word. The hangout was basically just a dingy underpass of an old highway that was rarely ever traveled. It was easy to tell that the place was frequented by delinquents due to the immense amount of graffiti that covered the walls; old trash blew in and out with the wind that made the hangout appear even more disheveled. Despite the subpar conditions, the boys didn’t consider it any less of a home. They even drug in a couple of old abandoned couches that looked like some kind of animal got a hold of them and tore them to shreds to make the place cozier.

The two young men made their way into the underpass, approaching the two older figures who were sitting on the couch, “Jin, Joonie, is there ever a time when you two are apart?” Jungkook teased as he plopped down on the musty couch next to them, “You guys might as well go ahead and get married already.”

Jungkook had met the two older boys, Seokjin and Namjoon, about the time he entered high school. Seokjin was lined up to become a doctor someday, already working his way through med school, while Namjoon was an aspiring musician who currently tutored kids at Jungkook’s school to make ends meet. He remembered meeting them for the first time and feeling a sense of not only respect but also a little intimidation towards them, but that feeling pretty much disappeared once they revealed themselves to be complete goofballs. The pair had apparently been inseparable childhood friends, much like Jungkook and Jimin, except Jungkook sometimes had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that maybe their relationship wasn’t entirely platonic. He never had any proof or reason to think that way though, so he never brought up the matter with anyone. Whether they were actually boning each other behind the scenes or not, Jungkook didn’t really care all that much; they were good people and even better friends, so he didn’t have any complaints.

Namjoon shot Jungkook a glare for his previous comment while Jin let out his squeaky little laugh, “The same could be said about you and Jimin too, punk.” Jungkook just put up his hands in response, knowing better than to get on his older friend’s bad side.

Jimin let out a small moan as he stretched, turning to the older boys and asking, “So where is everyone else? Usually at least Hobi gets here before us.”

The two eldest shrugged, “We don’t know either, but my guess is that Hobi got distracted street dancing and Yoongi most likely overslept. It’s strange that Tae isn’t here though, he’s usually pretty good about being here on time…” Jin added, biting his lip in thought.

“I don’t always oversleep you ass,” A voice echoed loudly, making the boys turn their head towards the entrance of the hangout. There stood Yoongi, a dark haired man of a small stature, but with a temper that nothing could put out once inflamed.

“Yoongi!” Jungkook called out as Yoongi approached the group of boys, his usual stoic expression on his face, “What took you so long to get here?”

He smirked as he sat down on one of the free couches, setting down the cases of alcohol he had brought with him, “I was…preoccupied with things. But I probably shouldn’t mention with what, they’re children present.” As if on cue the boys immediately started laughing and jeering, impressed at Yoongi’s suave attitude.

All of them besides Namjoon that is, he just scoffed and said, “That’s a damn lie, you were sleeping up until now, I guarantee it!”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in defiance, “No, I wasn’t sleeping,” but after a few seconds of staring Namjoon down he sulked, “Fine, maybe I was…”

They all laughed as they settled down to wait for the remaining two boys. Jungkook remained relatively silent, just observing his friends as they interacted with each other. God, he had missed times like this. Up until he graduated, Jungkook hadn’t had the time to just hang out so carefree like this in way too long. That was the best thing about his friends; no matter how long they spent apart, they could meet up and talk like they had just seen each other yesterday. Despite how happy he was, the little voice in the back of his head silently screamed for something more, that there was something huge missing out of Jungkook’s life and that he needed to go searching for it. It was constantly scratching at the insides of his skull, relentlessly reminding him of how mundane his life was, which was a feeling he couldn’t stand but he had no idea of how to alleviate it.

‘Stop it Jungkook,’ He scolded himself, ‘Nothing’s going change with you internally moping all the damn time. Just shut up and enjoy yourself.’ Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts when Yoongi silently passed him a beer bottle, handing more out to the other boys as well. He gratefully took the bottle from him, murmuring a quiet thank you before twisting the top off and taking a big swig of the bitter liquid. He scrunched his face a little at the taste, but continued to drink from the bottle as he conversed with his friends. He figured that he’d never get used to the taste, but he knew that he definitely liked the buzz that he would get from it later, or if he was lucky, the feeling of just being entirely shitfaced.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hangout, signaling that someone was approaching. Jungkook turned his head to see Hoseok walking down the tunnel towards them, his face as bright and cheerful as ever. Everyone greeted him warmly, yet Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment that Taehyung wasn’t following immediately behind him.

Kim Taehyung was interesting. He had only came into town about a year and a half ago with a cheerful personality and a cheerier, box like smile that made even the most stoic person smile softly back. Despite his sunshine appearance, Jungkook had a feeling there was something deeper that the man seemed to put a lot of effort to conceal. They were little signs, such as a certain look in Taehyung’s eyes or a certain way he would word his sentences, but Jungkook was observant enough to pick up on these seemingly trivial things. He had tried asking the other boy’s their opinions, but they all seemed to think that he was just reading way too deeply into things.

So for Jungkook, Taehyung had become almost an obsession, a handsome enigma to carefully unwrap and solve. Jungkook didn’t know whether he wanted to know just for the sake of knowing or whether he felt emotionally obligated to devote his life to the guy, but all he knew was that the mystery at least kept him relatively entertained. Admittedly, Taehyung was certainly a sight to see, so it was only natural that Jungkook seemed to always find his eyes gravitating towards him, right?

Jungkook mentally shrugged off his thoughts, downing more of the booze in his head in an effort to mute his internal ramblings. About an hour passed like that, with Jungkook switching from goofing off with his friends to practically chugging alcohol to stop himself from thinking too much. He had burst into a fit of giggles at something Hoseok had said when he heard light footsteps entering the hangout.

To his delight, it was the man he had secretly been waiting for all along, Kim Taehyung. Jungkook immediately got up and half stumbled his way towards his friend, feeling a little tipsy from the three beers he had already consumed, “Hey, it’s about time you decided to show up, Tae. What took you so long?”

Taehyung gave his usual cheery smile and scratching at his brown hair, simply replying, “Oh, I had some family things that I got caught up in, sorry for being late.”

Jungkook squinted at his face, trying to read his expression. Sure enough, on the surface he looked as happy as his smile, but upon closer inspection, Jungkook could see the tenseness behind his smile. He opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, but just closed his mouth and ushered Taehyung to sit in the spot next to him. ‘Fuck, I should have said something…,’ Jungkook mulled to himself as he sat down next to Taehyung, ‘But I’m not entirely sure if I’m seeing things correctly, or just seeing what I want to see. Plus, being tipsy doesn’t exactly make me have confidence in my observational skills.’

“Finally! Now we can get this party started,” Namjoon whooped, handing Taehyung a beer and cracking one open for himself. “So…what was it that we planned to do again?”

Everyone looked at each other to see who knew the answer, but obviously no one remembered why they had even gathered in the first place. “Do we ever really have a plan when we hang out, Joonie?” Jin laughed, smacking Namjoon’s arm playfully, “We don’t have to do anything to have a good time, you know.”

Jimin groaned, rolling his eyes at the pair on the couch, “Well, maybe for you two lovebirds, but I’ll go crazy if we just sit here drinking beer and doing nothing.” Jimin ducked at the bottle that Namjoon had thrown his way, snickering mischievously.

Hoseok jumped up in excitement, spilling a little bit of his beer in the process, “Hey, why don’t we play truth or dare?”

Taehyung chuckled, eyes sparkling in amusement, “Isn’t that something school girls play? We’re way too old for that kind of shit.”

“Awww come on, it’ll be fun!” Hoseok pouted, looking at everyone else for back up, “Any time someone declines a truth or dare, they have to chug two whole beers, and we all take a shot for any sexual questions. ‘Cause we all know there are going to be some pretty sexual questions going around.”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “Hey, it passes the time and gives us the chance to get shitfaced, count me in.” Jungkook playfully nudged Jimin’s shoulder, “You’re so dead when it’s my turn to ask a truth or dare.”

Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, “Are there any rules? Like what’s of limits to ask, no targeting one person…” When Hoseok shook his head, he broke out into a devilish grin, “I’m in.”

“Now, we have to be careful about alcohol consumption,” Seokjin chided, “We can’t have anyone passing out, or worse, ending up in the emergency room. If someone’s at their limit, we can’t let them drink anymore.”

“Yes, Mother, you’re caring as always,” Hoseok giggled as he settled back down in his spot, “You’re the med student after all, I’m sure you know what’s best. So is no one opposed to playing?”

Jungkook looked at Taehyung and made a ridiculously pouty face, silently urging him to play. After rolling his eyes and pushing Jungkook’s face away, Taehyung replied, “Fine, count me in I guess.”

Everyone cheered and toasted their drinks excited to begin their game. The game was slow to start, with everyone unsure of what questions to ask. They all soon found out it was way more fun to just dare everyone to do the most ridiculous tasks, such as Yoongi having to give Hoseok a lap dance, Jimin having to lick the bottom of Taehyung’s foot, and making Jin and Namjoon go streaking. Each dare was wilder than the next, everyone getting drunker with each dare that was passed up. Soon enough, everyone was completely and utterly shitfaced, yet still determined to embarrass the shit out of each other.

“Jungkookie, I have the perfect dare for youuuu” Jimin half sang, half laughed, mischievousness lighting his dark eyes.

Jungkook scoffed at him, waving his hand in the air for him to continue, “Bring it on, mochi boy, I can take whatever you dish out.”

Jimin glared at Jungkook for a moment, unamused by the nickname he gave him before continuing, “I dare you to kiss Taehyung. No! I dare you to full on make out with him, no copping out!” Everyone hollered and jeered, dying to see if Jungkook would actually go through with the ridiculous dare.

If his face didn’t look a little sick, Jungkook sure felt like it. ‘Why the hell would Jimin request that of all fucking things?’ He thought angrily to himself, but Jungkook knew there was no changing Jimin’s mind once he was set on something. ‘If I decline, I’ll have to drink two more beers, and I can already feel my liver wanting to quit on me…’

Jungkook looked at Taehyung to gauge his reaction. Taehyung looked back at him with a flushed face and half lidded eyes, a sight that sent an unwelcomed jolt to Jungkook’s groin. He scooted closer to Jungkook, cupping the sides of his face with his large hands, “I don’ care, let’s fuckin’ do it.” Taehyung slurred, his hot breath on his face sending a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

Before Jungkook had any time to react, he felt Taehyung’s lips crashing onto his own. Jungkook froze for a moment, trying to wrap his drunk brain around what was happening. His friend, Kim Taehyung, was kissing him, and actually putting effort into kissing him. And damn if it didn’t feel like the best feeling in the world, unparalleled to any kiss Jungkook had before with his previous girlfriends.

Any other time, Jungkook would have questioned himself, asked himself why he was enjoying a kiss from a friend way more than he should, but the intoxicated part of him couldn’t give two shits as to why he was liking the feeling of Taehyung’s plump lips on his own. Almost instinctually, Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed as he began to kiss back, grabbing the edges of Taehyung’s jacket to pull him even closer. Jungkook’s body was like fire, and Taehyung was the gasoline fueling him to burn more. There was so much going on: Taehyung’s hands running through his hair, being pushed down on his back, and feeling Taehyung’s tongue slip into his mouth, and Jungkook didn’t have the time or the patience to register it all. He was too lost in how good it all was making him feel that he just let go and let his body take over, almost like functioning on autopilot.

It wasn’t until Taehyung broke for air that Jungkook could hear the other boys going crazy with shouts of “Oh my god they actually did it”, “They seriously just gave it their all”, and “Wait, are they dating? You don’t kiss like that and not be dating”.

Taehyung smirked down at Jungkook, biting his lip before sitting up off of him and acting like he didn’t just practically suck Jungkook’s face off. Breathless and dazed, Jungkook slowly sat up and stared off into space as he registered what had just happened.

‘Oh my god, I just fucking made out with Taehyung,’ Jungkook stared at him, seeing him drunkenly interacting with the other boys casually as though he didn’t have a care in the world, ‘How the fuck is he so calm about this? Did that kiss not feel the same for him as it did me?’ That thought sent a wave of pain to his heart, the thought made Jungkook sad but he wasn’t quite sure why.

Or so he wanted to tell himself, but Jungkook knew the feeling, and he knew it well. It was loneliness, desire, and fear, all rolled into one. This unstable feeling that was welling in his chest was love, even though his conscious brain was fighting with every fiber of it’s being against the idea, deep down he knew it was true. He had this feeling before with a previous girlfriend, but nowhere near this magnitude. Jungkook had fallen in love with his pretty puzzle, he had fallen in love with Kim Taehyung. Somehow, in some way, he had managed to let these feelings fester in secret, bubbling to the surface from what should have been just a stupid little dare.

Jungkook sat there, tuning out the shenanigans of the other boys, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do about being in love with one of his friends. Part of him wanted to be too drunk to remember this in the morning, but part of him never wanted to forget that kiss, the taste of Taehyung, the way he looked so breathtakingly beautiful with his disheveled hair and dark eyes looking down into his own. Jungkook sighed and leaned his head back into the couch, staring at the ceiling through drooping eyes.

He was so fucked.

[hanatsuki89]

So! London post here. I was there from the 26th of March until early morning on the 1st of April. I’m going to chat a bit about my experience there, as it was my first time traveling alone, and covering my visit at the Hp studios as well. If you are interested, everything is below the cut. Beware of the long post, ranting, pterodactyl noises and photos!

I’m a living paradox. One side of me is terribly anxious and full of self-doubt. I seldom change habits or jump onto new adventures without having thought about everything carefully for fear of failing. But in January this year, one part of me went all “screw everything, something needs to change”.

When they tell you that seeing a specialist is shameful, tell those people to fuck themselves on a pogo stick. My courage was rewarded. She was the one suggesting I try doing something different every day, even small, something challenging, something that would shake my depression-freezed brain. You’ll have noticed that in the last few months I had been going through another of my HP phases, so one afternoon I decided that I would finally go to London and visit both HP studios AND see the Phantom of the Opera, because those were probably two of my biggest childhood dreams. After a lot of thinking and of people telling me that I should go with somebody else, I realized that what I really wanted was to go by myself. I’ve had once too many trips ruined by rude people or bad travel companions. I would do that. Screw self-doubt, I know how to navigate a city, I can plan in advance and I fucking know how to read and speak English. I took the plane on the 26th of March at 6.45 in the morning, shaking like a leaf and suffering from nausea because of the nerves. That all subsided when I put foot in London, though. I was on the Circle line, going from Liverpool Street to King’s Cross (figures, I booked a hotel in my favourite place) and feeling like a whole different person already. I threw my suitcase in the hotel room and went outside to go check the city a bit. I had planned to walk around the city all week, mainly because I had already visited all the museums last time I had been in London (and I also like walking around more, I’m not a museum kind of person). First day was pretty uneventful, partly due to the fact that I hadn’t slept nor eaten anything for the previous 24 hours (nerves, again). I did a bit of shopping at Forbidden Planet, walked up and down Charing Cross, Leicester Square and the likes. I also started taking HP-related photos because oh, I’m a nerd and HP makes me happy and I was near Lincoln’s Inn fields anyway...:P After a evening/night of rest, I followed my plan of visiting the Tower Bridge exhibition on Monday. It was probably one of the things I regretted not seeing most, last time I was in London. It was spectacular. There was this walkway above the bridge with transparent panels and this amazing view of the Thames river!

(The one and only selfie I took xD) After that, I flanked the Thames until I reached first the London Bridge and then the Millennium Bridge. I love all bridges, alright. In the afternoon I dropped by Camden Town, which is both interesting and nose/head-killing as always. I swear I’ve seen more groups of French kids on a school trip than English natives. And I’m saying this because they were terribly obnoxious in terms of manners. Tuesday! That means: Harry Potter! I had booked my tour with Expedia, so the transfer was included, but you don’t care about such things so I’m gonna skip to the juicy bits. You must know that I suffer from resting bitch face. It’s not on purpose, it’s just that my serious expression looks like I’m seriously pissed off with the whole world, at all times. But that day, I couldn’t stop smiling. My face hurt so much and I swear I was about to make high-pitched noises like a kid. There were all the sceneries, all the props, all the costumes worn by the actors (cue me tearing up in front of Alan Rickman costume). I took so many photos of the Great Hall, and the replica of the potions classroom and the Gryffindor dormitories. Then there was the outside part, with 4, Private drive AND THE CHESS PIECES. The chess game in movie one has always been my favourite scene ever!! There was also Diagon Alley, and all these rooms full of sketches and models of all creatures like Buckbeak and I was amazed by the care and attention to details that was put into all these movies, it’s incredible. I had previously read somewhere that there was a 1:24 scale model of Hogwarts at the end of the tour, but I wasn’t prepared for the beauty of it. It was placed in the middle of a huge room, with changing lighting, and I couldn’t stop staring at it. I had done a good job at keeping my emotions at bay, but that’s when all the emotions hit me and I would have cried if I wasn’t so emotionally constipated outside of my own room.

It’s strange, because I’ve cycled through a lot of series (anime, mainly) and they come and go and rarely return. But Harry Potter... no. It’s never not there, since I was ten years old it’s always been there, maybe on the backburn and not the focus of my attention, but still. I was one of the kids of the generation that grew up with Harry Potter, that had the same age of the characters when they went to school. I laughed, and cried, and was deeply affected by this series. Now, at 27, I appreciate it even more. I can say that there are things I would have liked to be different because liking something doesn’t mean you can’t criticize it, but I love Harry Potter and I hope it’ll be this way forever. Now, enough with me being emotional and let’s continue. After that, I proceeded to make myself hated by my wallet by buying several things at the studios shop. And what I didn’t buy there, I bought it at the Platform 9 3/4 shop in King’s Cross Station xD You’re maybe familiar with this photo because I’ve already posted it

I fully embrace me being a Slytherin, as you can see xD And the wand is Sirius’ because he’s one of my favourite characters. On Wednesday, I went to Monument, the Hunterian Museum (interesting, but it made me a bit queasy), Leadenhall Market and then since I didn’t know what the weather would be on Friday (my last day in London), I decided to go straight to Westminster and take my share of photos of the bridge, Big Ben and you know, all the stuff tourists usually do xD

I’m going really fast here because 1. I’m not really good at narrating, and 2. aside from having fun using the tube and walking I don’t have many funny bits to share (the one downside of being alone). On thursday, since my uterus decided to wage war on me, I took it easy and took some photos in Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square, Charing Cross and Trafalgar Square. I had to be in that area anyway, since at half past 2 in the afternoon I would have to drag my pained ass to the theatre (I hate having women bits, I swear, and I hate that my period ALWAYS FUCKING COMES whenever I’m abroad). Her Majesty’s Theatre is really beautiful from the outside as well, you know?

The Phantom of the Opera is yet another one of the things I’ve been interested in for a long time. I’ve read the book, I’ve watched everything they created on that subject, I also have my favourite actors among all the people who played Christine and the Phantom (Sierra Boggess and Ramin Karimloo, obviously) and watching the performance live, there, sitting in a theatre in London was a dream coming true. This time I did shed a couple tears, aided by the dim lights xD It was so wonderful, and the actor playing the Phantom was top-notch, both singing and acting-wise. And finally, on friday I toured around Buckingham Palace and the gardens, but the weather was horrible and I had full-body cramps due to my awful period, so I had to spend a lot of time in my room and managed to take another dozen of photos of the area around King’s Cross. I can’t explain how much I’ve loved this trip. I’ve finally realized two of my dreams and I also proved myself that I CAN do what I want. Alone. And it also served to help me in understanding some things about myself and about what I want and need to achieve. See you for the next trip! P.s. and if anyone wants to chat about HP, remember that I might have resting bitch face and the likes, but I turn into an overgrown kid whenever I talk about something I love :D

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Help!: My Girlfriend is Cute and Popular

Prompt:  Victoria can't seem to do anything mean when Max is around, and it begins to affect everyone's perception of her as Queen Bee ... I may have gone a little off-prompt for Wardfield fluff I’m sorry.

Part 3: “A Trick, a Treat”

Things had been super weird since their talk in the photography room. Once Victoria dropped her bullshit, she fell apart for a few minutes to confess what Max guessed resembled the truth. Victoria liked her. She wanted to take responsibility for her own feelings and get over it. Max thought that was very mature.

And, well, it was starting to make things weird. Victoria was obviously uncomfortable with Max (and, apparently, Dana) knowing. At the very least, she was uncomfortable with the risk of exposure for her dirty little secret, because she’s stopped being mean to Max and Dana around campus.

Almost.

It seemed like Victoria was stuck in her old cycle, and it always took her a second to realize how the scales had changed. More than once in photography Victoria had turned to Max after she’d given an incorrect or dismissive answer, only to freeze, stare at Max awkwardly for a moment, and look away.

Well, from what Max could tell, it was an improvement, and nobody really seemed to notice. Not until Victoria approached while she was talking to Kate.

It was the normal gang: Vic, Taylor, and Courtney, emerging from the main classroom hall’s girls’ bathroom while Max and Kate talked in front of the trophy case. As they passed by, Victoria let out a, “Hey losers,” not even pausing to create a formidable wall.

Except, unlike normal, Max replied, “Oh hey Vic.” And that made her stop in her tracks, Taylor and Courtney taking a step ahead before they realized she’d stopped, and they all pivoted to look back at Max. Courtney put on a glare for Max and Kate’s sake, but Taylor just looked at Victoria, unimpressed.

“Oh.” Victoria said, as if she suddenly realized who she was talking to. “Right. Sorry.” And though Courtney and Taylor visibly recoiled from the unexpected apology, Victoria just turned again and kept walking.

“What was that about?” Kate asked as she turned back towards Max, brushing some of the renegade strands of her hair behind her ear.

“I have no idea,” Max lied. If Kate didn’t believe it, she made no sign of it, and those two continued on.

Unfortunately, those five hadn’t been alone in the hallway. Victoria had tread on treacherous ground, and she’d slipped. At the other corner of the intersection, Brooke and Juliet stood discussing something over Brooke’s tablet, though their focus evaporated as soon as Max called back to Victoria. Victoria and her posse hadn’t noticed them, and Max didn’t even recognize the danger of them being there until later.

“Later” being that night, when Max was laying off the edge of Dana’s bed, scrolling through her phone while Dana sat far more comfortably against the wall, answering messages on her Facebook. Max had no way of knowing that one whip! from Messenger was any different, not until Dana spoke up.

“So, Juliet wants to know what you did to make Victoria scared of you,” Dana said, looking up from her computer, pausing her continuous clacking.

“What?” Max asked, unwilling to put in the effort to push her torso back onto the bed.

“I’m not sure, that’s all she said.” A brief pause. “Here, let me ask.”

Dana typed so fast it was scary, leaving more lull than typing when she was focusing on a conversation. Maybe a minute later, though, and she said, “Apparently, you and Victoria had a confrontation in the hall today, and you leered her down and she backed off. Apparently the school’s abuzz that you neutered her. What happened?”

“Oh,” Max replied, “nothing.”

“Eh?” Dana asked, apparently unconvinced.

Finally, Max tossed her phone onto the bed and pushed herself up cross-legged. Dana’s hair was down again, a messy flop only too thin and long to call a bowl cut. Max couldn’t quite put her finger quite on why, but the way Dana’s appearance fluctuated so much throughout the day - clean and neat before practice, made-up and warm afterwards, fluffy and messy in her pajamas before bed - appealed to her a lot. She wasn’t sure whether it was the consistency or the variation, but it made Dana . . . fun to look at. 

Max scratched the back of her head, her recent undercut having left her itchy all the time. “No, I mean like, literally nothing. I think she was going to be rude, but then she just apologized and left.”

Max didn’t quite expect Dana’s giggle, the way she covered her mouth and closed her eyes as she did. It was more reserved than normal, but also . . . to something Max didn’t quite read as funny.

“Uh . . . what?” Max asked.

Dana waved away the question, although she answered, “Oh, god, nothing. I just didn’t think my threat would work so well.”

“Wait, wait, hold up.” Max scooted herself across the comforter, sitting knee-to-knee with Dana, the laptop between them. “Threat? When did you threaten Victoria? Why?”

“Ugh, I dunno, like a week ago? Or . . . last Monday, I think?”

“Why?”

“Well, I mean. She’d been following you around a little and taking pictures.”

Max blinked. “She what?”

Dana cocked her head to the side. “Oh. I thought she would have mentioned that when you two talked. Yeah. I told her to chill out, tell you how she felt, and then leave us alone.”

“Wait, so . . .” Max paused, trying to significantly reorganize the past week or so in her head. “Wait. So did she write that letter because of you?”

Dana’s answer came slowly. Her eyes darted away from Max towards the door, and she raised a hand away from her keyboard to rest on her cheek, smooshing her face a little (a lot). Her answer came quietly, too. “Maybe.”

Silence.

Max reached out for Dana’s upright arm and pinched her.

“Ow!” Dana whined, recoiling.

“You knew somebody liked me and you didn’t tell me? You . . . you goblin!” Max reached to pinch her again, but this time Dana only caught her hand, bringing her fingers close enough to kiss. Which she did, of course, in an attempt to quell Max’s righteous fury. It worked, even if Max kept making pinching gestures in the air after she’d given up.

“Yeah, I did.”

Max finally gave up her pinching entirely, settling instead for an exaggerated pout before plummeting down on the bed.

“But Daaaannnnyyyyy,” she whined. “Crushes are so fun and cute and I didn’t know about Victoria until it got weird.”

Dana managed to snort and smirk at the same time, closing her laptop and sliding it off her lap. She waddled on her knees over to Max and climbed on top of her, folding her arms as if she had something to be stubborn about.

“Well I’m sooorrryyy that you’re just soooo popular. I got you a cute-ass confession letter instead of just lamely telling you so, you know what?” Dana started to poke Max’s sides, which were so ticklish that she immediately began to squirm, futilely attempting to bat Dana’s hands away as she started to giggle. That put a smile on Dana’s smile, even as she pinched her face to show how serious she was about her tickle dominance. “Be grateful you little punk.”

“Okay okay okay okay okaaayyyy,” Max said, finally managing to free her body enough from the prison of Dana’s legs to grab ahold of Dana’s wrists, ending her torture. The side of her face squished in thought while she shrugged. “I mean, it was pretty cute. You haven’t written me any love letters.”

“Oh yeah?” Dana leaned down, relying on Max to support her what with the constrained wrists, bringing her into a deep kiss. Max let go of her wrists quickly in favor of her waist, and Dana brought a hand up to Max’s cheek, feeling the movement of her jaw under her thumb.

When they broke, Max’s breath was perhaps a little more ragged than it ought to be. It was so easy to get her excited.

“Okay, fair,” Max said, convinced that that settled everything.

Dana returned upright, though her hands fell to Max’s belly instead of across her chest. “Besides, I only messed with her because she was acting weird. Normally, if someone likes you, I just go on with my day, but with her-”

“Wai wai wai wait. Normally?”

“Yeah.”

“Who else likes me? How do you even know this?”

“Question 2: being friends with Juliet fine-tunes your gossip monitor. Question 1: Warren, duh, and Justin. I’m pretty sure.” Dana looked around the room for half a second before adding, “Plus, Justin like, told me. Before he realized I’d swooped you.”

“No way.”

Dana leaned down, pecking Max’s nose before bobbing back up. “Way.”

Max shook her head, but then looked up dead into Dana’s eyes. “No, I mean, do you know what this means?”

Dana tilted her head to the side, even if it just got her hair somehow more in her face.

Max raised up her hand to start counting on her fingers, though “1″ started with a pointer finger jab at Dana: “A hot jock. A geek. A stoner skater anarchist dude. And the Queen Bee.” After she hit four, Max opened up both hands, wide like her eyes. “Babe, I’m universally popular. I’m like one or two short of a harem. I’m-”

“Oh no,” Dana interjected, cupping her hands over her mouth in horror. “I’m dating a anime protagonist.”

Max figured that this was probably not the appropriate moment to mention that she had time powers. Instead, she just laughed awkwardly. “Y-yeah, you sure are.”

Dana shook her head, wiping her hands under her eyes as if weeping. “I think that means I’m gonna die.”

Now it was Max’s turn to snort. The comparison brought on a surge of ego and confidence, however, and Max grabbed Dana’s waist, flipping them over so that Max now sat on top.

“Don’t worry,” she said, pulling up Dana’s shirt and lowering herself to kiss her belly. “I think it’s more of a ‘cheap thrills’ sort of show.”

Dana giggled at first, slipping into a satisfied smile as the tickling sensation gave way to more tender kissing. “I’m all right with that.”