#it wasn't 'oh look everything is better without vi'

[thegoldenlily]

It tried to tell too many stories in too few episodes. Arcane at its heart was always a tale of two sisters. Season 2 lost sight of that and put Vi on the backburner while they tried to shove all of these other stories forward. Zaun got left behind in it all. The two sisters who were the beating heart of the show were sidelined and I can't help but feel disappointed.

Episode 7, you were perfect though

the thing about arcane is I never expected it to give me a satisfying conclusion to zaun and but I did expect it to keep vi and jinx the centre of the show and give them a satisfying emotional conclusion and it didn’t. but in a surprise swerve it did give me in another life ship of all time timebomb so. small victories?

[beansnsoup]

Picture You

Summary: After your fight, Vi finally reaches out to you about making things better, but your only question is if things will be the same between the two of you again, and if she sees you how you see her.

Relationship: Platonic (For now)

Character: Vi (Arcane)

Warnings: Angst, sexual undertones??, fluff?, fem reader, lmk if there's anything else I should add.

Part one

It had been 2 days since Vi asked to speak to you, it's not that you didn't want to go see her, because you did, but you just had a gut feeling it wasn't right.

You tried so hard to be what she wanted but to find out she was talking to someone else the whole time she was sleeping with you.

Even though you hated to admit it was her using you, you knew deep down that is what it had to be.

You also couldn't stop thinking about Caitlyn, you had an idea that would conjure up from time to time wondering if you should reach out her, but you couldn't even think of what you would ever say to her.

Powder knew Vi had asked you to come over and talk, but she didn't pressure you into going over and neither did Vi. She hadn't texted you again since her proposal, you think she had assumed by this point that you weren't coming.

Maybe closure would be good, just go over and pretend nothing ever happened, yet at the same time you didn't just want to be her toy. Plus, pretending something never happened would just give her even more of an upper hand than she already had.

You let out a sigh and grabbed your keys, making your way out to your car, where you sat for about 20 minutes thinking about what you were going to say to her.

Your foot finally presses the gas, and you get on your way to Vi's apartment, on the way there you kept assuring yourself that everything was going to be okay, and this would be something the two of you would laugh at in the future.

The wheels of your car turn into the parking garage on her complex, this time you didn't hesitate, you shut off the engine and walked off to the elevator taking you up to the lobby.

This is when the negative thoughts started to pour in again, what if Caitlyn was there? Waiting to tell you how in love her and Vi are and that they never want to see you again.

You felt like you were going to throw up, this made you feel so pathetic, that one singular person was making you feel this hopeless without even trying.

Once you finally reached her door you stood there for a moment, procrastinating more and more.

Without giving it another thought you knocked on the door, before your mind could stop you again.

It took a bit for Vi to reach the door, your overthinking kept getting the best of you, you considered the fact that she probably had someone else behind that door and was hiding her before she'd open the door for you.

However, unbeknownst to you, she was sat near the door, trying to calm herself as she stared at you through the peep hole

She had been just as worried about this meeting as you had been.

When she finally opened the door all the two of you could do was just look at each other, "Do you want to come in?" Vi finally broke the silence you both had built up.

You sheepishly nod your head; you didn't know why you were so scared for this confrontation.

Maybe it was the fact that you gave her an almost full love confession.

You sit down on one of the stools in the kitchen and sigh, looking around and taking it all in.

"How are things with Caitlyn?"

She's taken aback by your question, and if you're being honest so were you.

"Oh, um..."

"Are you guys officially a thing now?"

"Not exactly."

You roll your eyes, "Is she my replacement?"

"Of course not."

She said it more calmly than you would've liked. It sounded like you weren't much to fight for. This is when you felt your body take over, lifting from the seat and speaking without thinking,

"This is great, really. I tell you how much you mean to me while you're off with some other chick! Did you go off with her after I left that day? Vi do you even care?"

"No! I didn't! I called her a while after you left to tell her I needed time to myself, and before I texted you to come talk to me, I let her know that I had feelings for someone else!"

You stood there just looking right back at her, completely dumbfounded.

"And yes, I do care, a lot actually."

This is when you avert your gaze, not being able to take in everything that was just disclosed.

She walks up to you, taking your face in her hands, "Baby, please look at me."

Tears start to stream down your face when you finally choke up words, "Did you care then? Did you care when I was over here in your bed every night?"

Vi just continues to look at you, wiping away your tears with her thumbs, "Please Vi, answer me."

"I was scared."

"Scared?"

Out of all people, you would never take Vi to be a person that'd would be scared of confrontation. The whole time you knew her she was always willing to say something without even thinking.

"I was scared that if I told you I wanted something more, you would leave, and I was so blind that I couldn't tell that you wanted the same thing. I only started talking to Caitlyn to get over you, and I only still slept with you because I thought that's what you wanted."

None of this was clicking in your head. All you could think about was how defensive she had been that night and quick to get you off her case.

But at the same time, you were thinking it didn't matter because you pretty much had her finally where you wanted her.

You were quick to close the small gap between you two, interlocking your lips for what seemed like the millionth time but also the first, because this time meant something.

She finally pulls away, catching her breath while running her fingers through your hair,

"You're amazing."

You give her a smile in return, putting your head in the crook of her neck.

This was all it ever took. All you both needed was to argue and figure things out.

You finally have her.

After all of these mixed signals, and all of the past lovers, she was finally yours to be with, it was your turn to be happy.

"Don't ever leave me again." She warns, hand still caressing your head.

"I don't plan on leaving any time soon, or ever."

It's finally done and I feel like it sucks 😭 but I'd still like to thank everyone for the support they've given on this fic, it means sm to me!! 🫶🏻

[czrpenters]

piercings | tara carpenter x reader

summary: you could be a little extra when it came to pleasing your girlfriend.

pairings: tara carpenter x fem!reader.

warnings: no scream vi spoilers, mention of needles and piercings. also, english is not my first language.

word count: 985 words.

masterlist. | request rules.

It wasn't fully your idea to get your nipples pierced after all. You saw Tara blushing while looking at some pretty suggestive pictures on her Tumblr the other day, and instead of being jealous like you usually would, you started wondering; is she really into that stuff at all?

The next day, you got an appointment at Woodsboro's local tattoo parlor. And oh god, it was more painful than to watch a dog die in an early 2000's movie. You literally felt your soul leave your body for some minutes, your skin had visible goosebumps all over it and the pain was bearing the unbearable. But damn, you looked hot. And you knew that Tara would love that.

She mentioned once or twice, as well. "Babe, would you think I'd look hot with my nipples pierced?". And you knew damn well that this was never going to happen due to her fear of needles, but a girl can dream, right? And Tara was about to have her dream come true that night.

--

"Baby, I'm home! Got us some chinese!" Tara shouted while entering your house, with some takeout in her hands. It was your usual friday night; your dad was a surgeon so he had to bear inhumane 48 hour-shifts on the weekends, which of course meant that you guys had the whole place to yourselves. You usually didn't do anything that crazy or teenage-like, you and Tara were really responsible for your age. The days were mostly spent by watching some movies, eating a bunch of junk food and a lot of sex. Nothing that a lesbian couple wouldn't do.

"I'm over here!" You shouted back in your bedroom, turning off your phone and waiting for your girl to come to you. Your chest was still a little bit sore, so laying on it was definetly not an option right now. Also, no bras for at least a whole week, but that was something you weren't really worried about. You wanted to show them off. You wanted her to see it.

Tara left all the bags filled with food on the kitchen counter, discarding her jacket and shoes before coming up the stairs to your bedroom. She was exceptionally tired today, to say the very least. Playing soccer was definitely not the best career choice and yet she still played it. Not for the sport itself, but the thrill to win. She was exhausted, so it was no surprise that she decided to fall on your bed like a dead corpse, without even looking straight at you. "M' tired as fuck."

She mumbled, in the cutest fucking way possible, which made you laugh. "I know, baby. You didn't have to bring us food, y'know? We could just order Postmates or something." You kissed her forehead, laying down with her but without hugging, you couldn't even dream of having your chest touch something other than the thin layer of fabric of your tank top.

"But it's our tradition, babe... I don't wanna be the one to break it." You almost didn't hear her muffled sore voice, and it made your heart flutter. She couldn't be real. "Why you're not hugging me?"

You knew that it wouldn't take long for her to notice that something was missing. She wasn't sure what, but she knew you better than that; she knew that the first thing you'd do was hug and kiss her right after practice, like always. But you didn't. She finally looked up with a puzzled look on her face. "Is there something wrong?"

"No baby, nothing is wrong... " You kissed her lips briefly, trying to reassure her that everything was fine. More than fine, actually. "It's just... I got a little surprise for you, that's all."

"Baaaaabe! You know that I hate and love surprises." She whined, jumping on the spot and sitting down while looking at you. Thankfully you were wearing a thin sweatshirt over your tank top, so she couldn't see what it was just yet. "Come on, tell me what it is."

"I will, I promise! Just... Close your eyes first, okay?" Before she could even start her sentence, you shushed her. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes, but you were directly looking at them to make sure she wouldn't peek. Carefully, you took your sweatshirt off, alongside with your white tank top. Your nipples were a little puffy still, more red than the usual. It felt like if Tara sucked the life out of them for at least a couple of hours, but instead of her usual bite marks, there was a silver jewelry on them.

You were so fucking excited and it took every inch of your soul to not blurb and tell her what it was before she could even see them. "Okay baby, open them now."

She did as she was told, and you swear to god that you saw some sparkles emerge from her eyes. You could almost feel her happiness, as if her mouth was watering like a boy seeing a pair of boobs for the first time. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Got them while you were at practice. Aren't they pretty?" They were two pieces of silver jewlery, the colour matching the necklace she got you with her initials on it. And oh boy, she was so turned on at that moment that she couldn't even form a sentence. "Didn't liked them?"

That was a rethorical question. You knew she loved them. And the fact that you had to wait at least 2 weeks for her to touch them was, to say the least, torturous. But before you could manage to think about anything else, you felt her lips against yours in a fervorous kiss. Her mouth tasted like cherry, and her kiss tasted like heaven. A piece of your own private paradise. "You really don't know the things I wanna do to you right now, (Y/N)."

"Show me then."

⠀

[fairlyang]

Amor de siempre 🕷️

amor de siempre by cuco but it's a little love story from Miguel's pov

w/c: 1.6K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: fluff fluff fluff

notes: I think these might’ve been my first pieces of fluff LMAO - but they’re so cute and heartwarming idk

part one

Cuando veo esos ojos, ahí es donde quiero vivir

Si me besan eso labios, ay, así quiero morir

(When I see those eyes, that's where I want to live

If those lips kiss me, that's how I want to die)

Every time Miguel looked into your eyes he felt like home, he hadn't felt greater happiness than when you first begun to open up to him and he felt himself falling in love with you, very quickly.

He was so infatuated by you when you two met and now he was just obsessed. He loved everything about you and was a lovesick puppy, still chasing after you and always snatching kisses from you because it was all he wanted to do.

Mi canción de amor ahorita, cuando me dices te amo

Quiero ver esa sonrisa en mi cama al amanecer

(My love song now, when you tell me 'I love you'

I want to see that smile, in my bed at dawn)

The first time he told you he loved, you immediately repeated it and it made his heart jump. He was so giddy inside and outside, not able to contain his excitement and happiness he had picked you up and twirled you around. If he could he'd choose to hear those words escaping your lips for the rest of his life.

Although he loved hearing how much you loved him there was absolutely nothing he loved more than seeing the way you smile, especially the ones after waking up together. The shy smiles, the happy ones, the teasing ones. He could never get tired of them. The way your eyes would almost be hidden because of how wide you'd smile. You were so perfect.

Siempre en mi sueños vi una luz tan, tan bonita

Cantando pensamientos libres, siempre fue mi favorita

(Always in my dreams I saw a light so beautiful

Singing free thoughts was always my favorite)

Always thinking of you, even before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. He couldn't help the attraction he had towards you and how you had him wrapped around your finger so quickly. He was whipped.

Ay, cómo me enamoré tan pesadamente

Tenía mil kilos rompiendo espina, pero no importa si estás presente

(Oh, how I fell in love so deeply

I had a thousand kilos breaking my spine

But it doesn't matter if you're present)

He didn't imagine he'd fall in love so fast, he felt he was in love with you after the first month being together. He then told you he loved you a month after that, but in his mind he already knew. His life got so much better since you were in it.

Unos cambios tomaron lugar en mi vida

Amorcito sonriente, entraste sin advertirme

(Some changes took place in my life

Smiling sweetheart you came in without warning me)

You had completely changed his life, he's never chased a woman before, usually always having women eat out of the palm of his hand or instantly falling in love with him. But with you, he loved the thrill of chasing after you, after all he did end up conquering your heart.

He'd always tell you he felt like he needed a warning from you but you'd simply reminded him he was the one constantly wanting your attention and following you like a puppy which would just make him scoff claiming he wasn't a puppy.

Pero no importa ya, tenemos nuevas historias que contar

Amanecimos bien contentos, ahora vamos a dormirnos sin dudar

(But it doesn't matter anymore, we have new stories to tell

We woke up very happy and now let's go to sleep without hesitation)

He always tell you how happy he is when reminiscing on your love story, he says it'd be a great story to tell your children as if you both aren't in your early twenties.

You ended up getting convinced by him to move in with him after six months of dating, he claims because it's a faster drive from his place to work than where you were living but it's really because he can't stand not being around you. He admires being able to sleep and wake up with you in his arms, looking oh so beautiful.

Cuando veo esos ojos, ahí es donde quiero vivir

Si me besan eso labios, ay, así quiero morir

(When I see those eyes, that's where I want to live

If those lips kiss me, that's how I want to die)

He'd usually wake up before you, he never moved and tried to keep his breathing steady to not wake you. Instead he'd admire every feature on your face until you woke up.

He looked down at your pretty lips and having the urge to kiss you but fighting against it knowing he'd feel bad if he woke you up, especially knowing you'd wake up grumpy. But then your eyes fluttered open, looking right at him and he felt his heart melt.

Mi canción de amor ahorita, cuando me dices te amo

Quiero ver esa sonrisa en mi cama al amanecer

(My love song now, when you tell me 'I love you'

I want to see that smile, in my bed at dawn)

He never grew tired of your voice, whether you were telling him how much you adored him or how annoyed you were at him for not waking you up early for a meeting then having the audacity to claim it was your day off.

Miguel knew that at the end of the day you'd be looking at him with love in your eyes and give him a small pout for acting like a grouch then tell him you love him before he wraps his arms around you not giving a care in the world just being so enamored with you.

Profundo como el mar, es el hoyo de mi corazón

En tus manos está llenarme con pura alegría

(Deep like the sea is the hole of my heart

In your hands it fills me with pure joy)

You were the main thing keeping him sane and happy, well really the only reason he was so happy. You never saw him without a smile on his face but given he always had one when you were in the room.

Yo jamás iba pensar que mi existencia podría traer más

Yo nunca vi lo bueno de mi vida hasta que me enseñastes a volar

(I would never think that my existence could bring more

I never saw the good of my life until you taught me to fly)

He was somewhat broken when you met him, unbeknownst to you, he didn't want you to know but it didn't matter because you changed his perspective on things, including love.

Siempre veía a los contentos y más que nada a los enamorados

Jamás pensé que un día me harías uno de ellos

(Always I saw the happy couples and more than anything the enamoured

I never thought that one day you'd make me one of them)

He'd always see happy couples around the city, at uni, hell even at work. He didn't think dating was gonna be his thing and only relied on hookups for the affection he thought he craved. But deep down he knew he wanted more than just intimacy, when he saw you walk in on your first day of work, he did not imagine such a pretty person with a kind smile would change him so much.

Y ahora estamos aquí, tú y yo en la luna

Espero que todos algún día tengan mi fortuna

(And now we're here you and I on the moon

I hope that everyone someday has my fortune)

He felt at the top of the world when he was with you, his heart always beating, the butterflies in his stomach never leaving. He felt very fortunate that he found you, even more that you rejected him at first otherwise he wouldn't have fallen head over heels for you. When talking to single friends or coworkers he always wishes them the best and tells them they can find love anywhere, and that patience is a virtue.

Cuando veo esos ojos, ahí es donde quiero vivir

Si me besan eso labios, ay, así quiero morir

(When I see those eyes, that's where I want to live

If those lips kiss me, that's how I want to die)

It was now two years since he asked you to be his girlfriend, now celebrating your anniversary and Valentine's Day for the second year in a row. He'd memorized every detail of your face like all the little moles you had on different corners, or the way your eyes would sparkle when he'd tell you how much you meant to him.

He even loved the way you'd look at him when you were mad, he contained himself from saying you look cute, not wanting to anger you more because he knew better. But the thought never left his head, he just loved you so much.

Mi canción de amor ahorita, cuando me dices te amo

Quiero ver esa sonrisa en mi cama al amanecer

(My love song now, when you tell me 'I love you'

I want to see that smile, in my bed at dawn)

"Happy anniversary amada." He whispers in your ear as you stretched and slid your head against his chest before leaning up to kiss him. (Beloved)

"Happy anniversary amor de mi vida, te amo tantísimo." You murmured before pulling away, letting out a yawn. (love of my life, I love you so much)

He grinned so wide, you couldn't help but lift a hand up to pinch his cheek, instantly feeling it grow warm under your touch. He melted into your fingertips and you just sighed happily, looking deeply into his eyes.

[ravenkinnie]

what do u think ab act 2? fav moments and least fav?

I just finished and let me say first. warwicks faceeeee I took an edible and by the time the show got to warwick I was losing my mind. my fav moments were training montage with ambessa and caitlyn, every time caitlyn was on the screen she is so beautiful idc idc, caitlyn and vi beating each other up and vi spitting in her face and i think then there was a cute lil moment that i did like, and jinx with silcos jacket. my least favs are the fucking hugs with warwick, the two goofy moomin ass montages with vi and jinx and their family and the kid, and the way jinx and warwick calling jinx his daughter I'm sorry I can't I'm cackling just remembering

*let me say it here i was always the believer that caitlyn fucks, that she gets pussy and I win. I wish maddie wasn't such a downgrade from her previous concubines but it is what it is.

*I feel like they are trying to use both mel and caitlyn to humanise ambessa but we have so little screentime with both of them that it's just not working

*I think they struggle with tone sometimes because the warsaw ghetto ass look of zaun is so serious but then some of the humour is so goofy but not in an elevating the mood way but in detached way, it's just mcu ass clunky writing. we achieved peace in zaun with one act of nonviolence and sevikas speech be actual and factual. idk I guess you could say it's because of the threat from piltover but I'm not buying this

*I wish they had more space to flesh out ambessa and caitlyn but the pieces that are there are so juicy. they just don't have enough screen time together and we have to fill in the gaps a lot. one thing I know for sure is they should be scissoring like crazy rn. seeing less ambessa and caitlyn feels detrimental to both of their characters but also that training montageee I hope ambessa gets her pregnant

*jinxs writing is so messy idk idk. her saying silco shouldn't have died kind of cracked me like GIRL WHO DID THAT that was literally you. I didn't mind the dejected and aimless route but also thus show chooses to focus on the weirdest things like idk what the fuck the goal is here

*I think they are still trying to do this cycle of violence thing but the way we only have caitlyn as a fascist dictator who's actually in zaun going through shit is just not working, like the violence has a clear source here

*god the kid is such a waste of screentime, I hope jayce did end her shit acc. everything being done with jinx could have been better if it was without the kid like they are establishing what's already been established but worse. I just understand the idea but not the choices for execution so far. they very clearly used the kid just to have a quick latch between s1 jinx amd s2 jinx by connecting the two and giving her a vague reason to care about zaun because the fucking kid does but it's so lazyyy

*piltover continues to have the worst security on the planet like I just don't believe a prison should be this easy to break into. fucking arkham asylum has tighter security and people escape that shit weekly

*if stillwater has that lil over the water tram why the fuck was caitlyn on a dingy in s1

*Warwick vs jinx fight got me a lil I can't lie yeah it was beyond corny but vander being the thing that brings them back together and jinxs willingness to blow herself up are both so juicy. I am someone who cries at EVERY greys anatomy episode tho so don't trust my judgement

*I yearn for caitlyns dungeons for sure idk about yalll but I felt that line. I'm gonna get cancelled for this joke but caitlyns fuhrer look has got to be some rightwing propaganda for lesbians she looks so fucking good. the way she's obsessing over jinx I'm losing my mind, my caitjinx fics have been getting kudos lately and I was like oh bitch this ship is rising. however caitlyn is lowkey not seeing heaven like I think at the nuremberg trials she would be hanged

*cocktail molotov is better than heavy is the crown I said it and I'll say it again

*the way black women's accomplishments are never acknowledged because mel should be prime bisexual headcanon real estate for fandom like shes got a hunk, a sickly victorian twink, a furry transfem conspirator, and a close female companion like what is not to enjoy here

*the whole subplot with singed is like. in separation I could enjoy it but when it was introduced I was just look not another fucking plot that doesn't connect to anything yet

*however after a line of complaints JINX WITH SILCOS JACKET FUCK OFFFFFF THAT GOT MEEE

*that flashback was pointless and should have been cut but not fucking jinxs mother saying all this shit about what a decision naming a kid is and then naming her powder. this is proof it was a conscious act of sabotage

*end of episode 5 with the hug broke my goofometer I'm sorry if you cried I can't treat this show seriously right now I was like this better be purgatory or jinx is off her fucking rocker just completely gone up there and she's hallucinating this. I think I'm in minority about this but i don't really care my love for bad media has depths you wouldn't understand

*and also again I cry at every greys anatomy episode like I'm not a snob trust I was giggling

*it was to be said jayce is hot now in that jaimie lannister covered in horse piss and in chains way. unexpected development

*the way they are patching vi and jinx up and setting up what is obviously jinxs redemption arc is kind of really bad and goofy but it's not like I don't like redemption arcs I just need to ruminate on why I think it's just not working. I think it's killing me that caitlyns storyline is actual fascism and then vi and jinx are reconnecting while trying to cure their werewolf dad with the help of steampunk jesus. it's very adventure time this way and I was right that caitlyn IS princess bubblegum in the sense that they are both fascists sjsjjsjsk

*every time we switch gears I'm just like oh my god another fucking storyline I forgot was also here, like everything will always go back to the fact that they have way too many storylines

*domestic abuse caitvi eats. I'm sorry they are everything, I think this season is fanservice for a very specific type of a lesbian and I'm exactly that type

*warwick calling jinx his daughter was too much like actually delete the file. this power of friendship ass writing I can't, I'm fucking cackling

*if I was caitlyn I would actually become more fascist now like if I saw jinxs life get better after she killed my fucking mum and I ruined mime so I'm down a parent, her fucking dad comes back to life and she reunites with her sister and becomes a teen mom???? this is bullshit jayce pls do blow up this fucking place!!!!

*I truly cannot tell you what the thesis of this show is anymore things just kind of happen

*we cannot make killing vander the only inciting event in runeterras history like history cannot be repeating 1:1 this much, it's gotta be dressed in slightly different decorations

*overall I think we gotta say those last 3 episodes cannot be good

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I would kill for this family -Danny Words: 2,176 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Lifeline' -by Joshua Bassett

VI: God Gave Us ADHD Because He Knew We'd Overthrow Him

"Dollface! You're back!" Leo comes down from the catwalk and straight to my arms, where I welcome him with a hug. He kisses my face effusively. "Come see the ship!"

"I doubt it's changed much since last—holy shit! Are those the ballista?"

Leo smirks proudly. "Tyson's top-tier work paid off. Take a closer look."

He gives me a tour of the almost-finished ship. I'm excited about sailing in this thing, but at the same time, it makes me nervous in a panic-attack kind of way. Leo rambles about the updates with a big smile, his hair sticking to his forehead and his face smeared with an unidentified dark stain. He notices my staring and a smug, crooked grin appears on his face. "Can't deal with how hot I am, sunshine?"

I kiss his cheek. "I'm so proud of you..."

Leo wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. "Well, that's cool, because I'm mostly doing this for you, so you being proud of me it's all that matters."

"I thought you were doing this to save the world?" I tease him. "Since there is a big prophecy with your name on it and everything..."

"Well, that's a tiny part of it," Leo grins. "But it's mostly for you. The sooner I'm done with this, the sooner you can reunite with your brother, and I'll finally see you being all smiles and zero pouting."

It's scary, how he cares more about my feelings and interests than the overall goal of the trip, which is to ally with the Romans. I brush his curls back lovingly. "It's not your job to make sure I'm happy."

Leo rolls his eyes dramatically. "Doll, that is literally my main job. You're my girl, shut up and let me pamper you." He leans down and peppers my face with kisses, making me laugh.

"Fine, fine!" I exclaim. "I yield!"

He holds my face, planting an effusive kiss on my lips. His gaze softens as he scans my expression like he can't believe we're dating. "Whatever happens once we sail," he says, his tone sober enough to sound serious. "I feel so much better knowing you'll come with us."

I rub his arms affectionately. "You might get sick of me after a week," I warn him playfully.

"As if!" He rubs my cheeks with his thumbs, leaning down to brush his lips on mine. "I'm not going anywhere..."

"What happened on Olympus?" Annabeth asks. "I didn't get to hear about it."

"Oh, you didn't go either?"

"No, because you two love to see me struggle," Percy quibbles.

"And I had classes," Annabeth gives him a look.

"It wasn't too bad," he responds, trying to play it down. "I got Ganymede the chalice just in time. He gave me my letter." The girls wait to hear more, but Percy glances at them with a brief smile that they've learned means 'Let's talk later'.

"So..." Paul continues. "What does a godly recommendation letter look like?"

"I'll show you after dinner," her brother sighs. "Probably best if we don't get spaghetti sauce on it."

"And how was cheer practice, Birdy?" Annabeth grins.

"I'm popular now," Ara says like she can't believe it. "Especially with boys, but then I tell them my dad's our English teacher and they back up fast."

Paul smiles. "My work is done."

Ara lowers her voice and talks to her mother. "He thinks they're intimidated, but I think they don't want the guy with the crazy ties as father-in-law."

Sally chuckles. "Well, Leo will be grateful either way, hm?"

Ara can't help but think Leo would like nothing more than to make fun of those boys at lunch with her parents. She holds back a sigh and focuses on finishing her meal, not noticing Percy's knowing look.

"It's blank."

"Lovely paper, though," Paul scans the material carefully.

"If you got an essay on this paper," Percy questions, "would you just give it an A-plus without reading it?"

"I would probably write 'Nice try with the lovely paper, but you still need to provide examples that prove your thesis.'" Paul grins.

"Well, there goes that idea," her brother mutters grumpily.

"Is it written in some sort of invisible ink?" Sally picks it up to examine it.

"I have to do it myself. Ganymede said I can put whatever I can come up with and in the end his signature will appear."

Paul hesitates. "That seems a bit..." 

"Too trusting?" Annabeth offers.

"I was going to say lazy on Ganymede's part. Though I hope that doesn't get me zapped with a lightning bolt."

"Nah. The gods would take that as a compliment. They raise lazy to an art form," Percy says nonchalantly.

"Nice work if you can get it," Paul hums.

"How does it know when to start writing?" Sally places the paper down.

"Dunno. Maybe I just say 'Dear Admissions Office—" He yelps when the words appear on the paper. "Well, crap—No! Delete!" Ara laughs. "This isn't funny," Percy scowls at her and Annabeth. "Delete, delete. I didn't know it would start. Delete, delete."

"That is amazing paper," Sally says in awe. "What's it made out of?"

"Maybe we should help Percy get it written now," Paul suggests kindly, "so he doesn't have to worry about it."

"Spoken like a true English teacher," Annabeth hums. "It can't be that hard, right? How about, 'I highly recommend Percy Jackson for New Rome University. He is adorable and has nice eyes.'"

"I am not saying that. Delete, delete," he huffs, but the first line stays.

"'And his mother is very proud of him,'" Sally continues humorously, "'though college would be a wonderful experience, as it might teach him to do his own laundry.'"

"'Make sure he sleeps in a dorm with cement walls'," Ara adds tauntingly. "'He has a tendency to slam skateboards against them and wake his sister up from her afternoon nap'."

"You're all terrible people," Percy groans. "Delete, delete."

Paul is the only one who is a bit helpful. "'I, Ganymede, cupbearer to the gods, have found Percy Jackson to be an excellent hero—brave, kind, and fantastic at chopping vegetables.'"

Ara laughs louder. Percy's family continues to tease him, only adding a few useful sentences here and there, until her brother's face is flushed, and the girls have both fallen from their seats laughing too hard.

"Let's see how the letter came out..." Sally says, reading the whole thing to the group.

"How do you get his signature to appear, though?" Annabeth stands up with Ara's help.

 "'Thank you for your time. Yours sincerely, Ganymede.'" Percy concludes. "You think it's done?" He waits to see if the letter keeps writing things, but it doesn't happen. "Thank gods."

"You have to get two more recommendation letters?" Their mother smiles. "Sounds like fun!"

"Yeah, and if those are do-it-yourself letters, too, I think I'll do them by myself."

"But you're never alone, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth kisses his cheek. "We'll always be here to help you."

"Yeah, Nemo, don't be such a buzzkill," Ara smirks.

"To Percy!" Paul toasts. "Our eldest family hero!"

Percy enters the room and plops down on her bed. The girl pulls her Spanish book from under his butt and lightly hits his hip. "What happened in Olympus?"

Percy takes a moment before replying. "Ganymede... is he always treated like that?"

Ara knows what he means, she's seen it in every solstice. "Not a nice view, right? The way Thunder Boy treats him, like an accessory of sorts—To think he was kidnapped!" Ara shakes her head. "Things like that make it hard for me to love my job."

Percy sits up. "You meant what you said, when Gary threatened to hide the chalice forever?"

"A little bit. It would help me sleep at night, knowing I won't ever take orders from new gods thirty years from now." Ara frowns. "And also knowing that I could never be turned into an immortal. A daughter of Olympus is as high as I'll be climbing."

She sits down facing Percy. He turns to close the door before matching her posture, this conversation is about to get real. "Here is what I don't get," Percy scratches above his eyebrow. "You keep saying you weren't expecting things to turn out like this. What were you expecting, then?"

Ara shrugs. "Two, perhaps three blessings throughout my life, and go down in history as the first daughter of Olympus."

"But your fatal flaw—"

"Ambition, yes. But not that way," Percy tends to freak out about everything when it comes to her, but she thinks it's time they have it out. "When you went missing, my title started to matter to others outside myself, and that's when..." The girl fidgets with the hair tie Leo made for her, and Percy watches her intently. "I wanted to be someone who meant safety and unity, but the day I spoke to Heracles... he said children of Olympus are killers."

"That's not—"

"He's right," she admits. "I helped Frank kill those creatures in Venice, and I didn't hesitate to kick that son of Poseidon off a cliff when he threatened to take our stuff... gods, I smashed a giant's skull over and over until he died—with a freaking club! And that's not the worst part, I..." her voice quivers. "I killed Octavian."

"What are you talking about?" Percy frowns. "Nico said it was his own fault, that the jewelry he was wearing got pulled and—"

"No," she shakes her head, too ashamed to meet his eyes. "That happened, yes, but I stuck his cloak inside the mechanism. I made sure it would take his life if he decided to use it."

"Gods, Ara," Percy stares at her like he can't quite recognize her. "But Nico said you tried to negotiate..."

"I asked him to back down, I warned him... that doesn't mean I wanted him to listen. We both know I could've used charmspeak," she laughs bitterly. "And I'm not even sorry."

He rubs the back of his neck, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "When people ask me about you, I have this mental image of you as our little Birdy. That chatty kiddo you used to be, loud and clumsy. I don't think of you as serious and broody even though that's the way you are most days now... Can't help but feel like I pushed you to prove your worth like this. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," her voice quivers. "I'm the one who should say sorry, and that's just the thing, that's where my fatal flaw comes in. I'm incapable of feeling sorry for getting the things I want, even when I know it's damaging others... and myself. But I owe you everything, Percy. The adventures, my home... my name! I'm difficult and argumentative, I like proving you wrong, and I have little regard for your concerns... I'll never be what you want, and I'm sorry."

Percy's gaze softens. "I knew who you were since day one, Ara. You had just exploded a washing machine when we first met, remember?" He lets out a small, boyish laughter. "There were no expectations when we adopted you. Just a lot of love to give. You're one in a million. No matter what I ask of you, the answer is always yes. You're a giver, and my mom and I just had this impulse to protect you so the world wouldn't run you dry. I'm sorry if that sounds condescending..."

"No. The fates handed me to you because I needed you, that much is clear," Ara sniffs. "I wanted to meet my father, to be loved by him—I thought he would grow to like me... but when I met you and you welcomed me in, it was as easy as breathing. I couldn't wrap my head around it, but you guys have done everything to make me believe it. And I feel so unworthy of it, but Hestia forgive me, I'm so glad you stuck around."

She hugs her brother fiercely, and Percy wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back with soothing, although trembling hands. He's too affected to speak.

"Eros said love was hard work," she buries her face on his shoulder. "I thought that meant it hurt, but hard work can be satisfying, like callouses from climbing the lava wall, it makes me feel alive and capable..."

Percy's voice comes out a little shaky when he responds. "Every time you think about how things don't go as planned, remember that. Don't let the doubt in. You have us, and we love you. Leo will come back, and he'll tell you the same."

"I know," she cries softly. "Olympus is my responsibility, but you guys... you're home. I'm sorry I doubted it."

"S'alright," he eases her, still rubbing her back in gentle circles. "The gods kept you busy and away because they know we're dangerous together."

She laughs weakly. "We're their boogeyman—'Now kids, don't make me call the Jacksons!', Maybe I should bring you along to all of my quests."

"You can always count on me, Birdy. No matter what, I'll always be your brother. Just make sure you help a poor guy out by reviewing his Algebra homework."

Ara sniffs and giggles, moving away to clean her nose. "Deal."

"And one more thing," he holds her by the shoulders. "I know you love him, but I'm totally punching Leo once I see him for making you worry."

"Just avoid the face, please."

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[cubic-porygonal]

oh right, should make an intro post

so yeah, welcome to my blog! i probably shouldnt say too much detailed info about myself for privacy reasons, but heres a bit i can share. my name's private but i go by Cubic, i live in Unova (Castelia City, specifically), i like computers, games, and my pokemon.

speaking of, lemme tell yall about em!

Vertex

first up, my Porygon Vertex! it's my first pokemon, and it was a birthday gift from my siblings. apparently they spent a whole month searching for one, and we've been the best of friends ever since. it's part of how i can even do my job in the first place, actually! it likes playing games of all kinds, and you might even heard about it in speedrunning circles. somehow, it always manages to find new and bizarre glitches in whatever games it plays, and some of them are pretty good for skips. it's also surprisingly catlike compared to most other Porygon i've seen. not that i mind, though. whatever makes it happy!

Proto

next up is Proto, my Rotom pal! not only are they part of my team, but they're also the Rotom that powers my phone. (i do have a normal backup battery though, just in case of an emergency.) i met them one night when there was a blackout, but my computer somehow hadn't turned off. turns out they'd been living in there for over a week without me noticing! it took all night, but i finally managed to get the little guy to trust me enough to come out... and then they immediately climbed into my phone. but it's been well over 3 years since then, and we've made great progress since! they're a but jumpy and shy, but they generally mean well!

Vi

Vi is my Eevee! i got her as a thank-you gift for helping out the local pokemon center with a Rotom infestation, and she's just the sweetest thing. ...when she's not knocking over everything on my desk and stealing my chair, that is. despite that, she's still great. she's not that interested in evolving, so i've made sure to get her an everstone to make sure it never happens by accident. she likes to sit on my head/shoulders while i walk around the city, which has gotten more than a few pictures from tourists. (youve probably seen some if you follow a few travelers from Sinnoh, they tend to be the ones who are most excited by it for some reason) if you ever see me with her, feel free to say hi!

Woshua

Woshua is my faithful Dewott (named when they were younger, but they refuse to let me change it now) who i bumped into while on a short business trip down to Nuvema Town. they had climbed into my bag when i sat down to rest, and i couldn't convince them to climb out no matter what i tried. eventually i gave up and just carried on. while on the way out of Nuvema, i stopped by Professor Juniper's lab to see if she knew what to do with this random Oshawott. she was out, but her assistant, a girl named Bianca, told me that she'd been looking everywhere for the little scamp. the second she saw their face though, she told me that it'd probably be better in the long run if i kept them with me, so i ended up taking them home. they're pretty headstrong, but they get along well with Vertex at least!

???

this one's, uh... kinda a weird story? they're not actually one of my pokemon, per se, but i like to think we're friends now. for the sake of not having every world government, evil team, AND this particular pokemon get on my case, im just gonna say i accidentally stumbled across a not-so-human-friendly psychic pokemon while taking the extremely scenic route in a forest im not gonna name. (i definitely wasn't lost, i swear.) we just kinda looked at each other for a minute before i turned around and walked away, because im not stupid enough to mess with a random pokemon that was telepathically threatening to disintegrate me. theres a bit more to it that came later, but everything after that interaction is gonna have to be redacted for the sake of everyone involved, human and pokemon alike.

aaaand thats about it! if you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime!

[luffy-luvr]

❛ Wait guys...Oh shit! ❜

( Episode 1 : THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS )

[ 🐈‍⬛ ]

Violet woke up to the yelling of her mother. "Vi, wake up! Dustin's waiting for you!" Violet knocked her covers from her, tripping as she ran to her closet, looking for an outfit for today.

Violet's mom slammed the door open, causing Violet to jump and drop everything "Violet hurry up it's 7:47! You're going to be late honey ." her mom stated with a serious look on her face. She nodded, picking up the shirt she dropped earlier.

Dustin was sitting in the living room of the Park house, consisting of Violet, her mother, and their cat, Bomi. Violet came running down the stairs, her mother telling her not to come home so late anymore. "Dude are you okay? Normally you sit in my house waiting for me." Dustin asked, Violet closed her front door, "Yeah i'm okay. I just had this crazy dream last night." she said, rubbing her eyes. The duo made their way to school to meet up with their friends.

———

The group of friends biked to school, without Will, thinking he must've went earlier. They placed their bikes in the designated bike rack in front of the school. "That's weird. I don't see him." Mike said, noting Will was the only one missing. "I'm telling you, his mom's right. He probably just went to class early again." Lucas said. "Yeah, he's always paranoid Gursky's gonna give him another pop quiz." Dustin spoke. "I hate pop quizzes, i'm tested about something I haven't learned about yet." Violet added, speed walking to catch up with her friends.

Not far behind them was Troy, a stuck-up kid that thinks he's better than everyone. "Step right up, ladies and gentlemen." the group turned around, not wanted to deal with his bullshit this early in the morning. "Step right up and get your tickets for the freak show. Who do you think wouldn't make more money in a freak show?" Troy continued.

"Midnight, Frogface, Toothless, or Squints?" he took turns hitting their shoulder with his fist. Violet didn't take it too personally, she knew there wasn't many people like her in Hawkins, so she considered herself special. Besides that was the only 'insult' he could think of, meaning she was perfect.

Troy's friend, James thought for a few seconds before saying "I'll go with toothless." while mimicking the way Dustin talks. "I told you a million times, my teeth are coming in." Dustin said. "It's called Cleidocranial Dysplasia." he continued explaining.

"I told you a million times." James mocked, not caring what Dustin said before.

"Do the arm thing." Troy said to Dustin.

"Do it freak!" James yelled.

Dustin sighed as he took off his backpack and jacket, he pulled his arms together, making his bones pop. Troy and James both cringe at the sound of Dustin's bones. "God, it gets me every time." Troy groaned. The two bullies bump into the friends as they were walking to class.

"Assholes." Lucas said.

"I think it's kinda cool. It's like you have superpowers or something." Mike said, trying to make Dustin feel better. "Yeah. I mean, how many people can say they have no collarbones." Violet agreed, also trying to make him feel better. Dustin picked up his jacket and backpack from the ground. "Like Mr. Fantastic." Mike continued. "Yeah, except I can't fight evil with it." Dustin replied, making their way to class.

———

"Remember, finish chapter 12 and answer 12.3 on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapter 10 through 12. It will be multiple choice with an essay section." Mr. Clarke, their science teacher said as he trailed off at the end to the students walking out of class as the rang.

The party lined up in front of his desk "So, did it come?" Mike asked Mr. Clarke. "Sorry, boys and girl. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but...it came." Mr. Clarke said with a smile at the end.

Mike was the first to enter into the AV room, "Yes!" soon they all started walking in too. "The Heathkit ham shack." Mr. Clarke said. "Ain't she a beaut?"

"I bet you can talk to New York on this thing!"

"Think bigger." Mr. Clarke said, separating his hands.

"California?" asked Lucas.

"Bigger."

"Australia?" asked Mike, making their teacher nod his head with a smile on his face.

Violet always wanted to go to Australia, but she read through books in the library about poisonous animals living there so she's kinda scared of Australia now. "Oh man!" Lucas exclaimed. "When Will sees this he's totally gonna blow his shit." he continued.

"Lucas!" Mr. Clarke gave him a stern warning, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Sorry."

As Lucas turned the radio, Mike brought his face close to the microphone "Hello, this is Mike Wheeler, president of Hawkins Middle AV Club." Mike said in a fake Australian accent. Dustin grabbed the headphones from Mike's head, putting it on his head "Hello, this is Dustin, and this is the secretary and treasurer of Hawkins Middle AV Club. Do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?" Violet tapped Dustin on the shoulder, signaling to let her say something into the mic, "Hello, this is Violet, vice president of the AV Club. Do you fight kangaroos in the street?"

Just as Lucas was about to grab the headphones from Violet the Principle and Police Chief Jim Hopper came from around the corner knocking on the open door. "Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, may I borrow Michael, Lucas, Violet, and Dustin?"

———

Now they were all sitting down in the Principle's office speaking over each other, "Okay, okay, okay" said Hopper, annoyed from their bickering. "One at a time, all right. You." he pointed to Mike, who was in the middle of Lucas and Violet. "You said he takes what?" Hopper questioned.

"Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood?"

Mike nodded, "Yeah."

Hopper looked to the officer beside him who was writing down notes "Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?" the officer looked down to his notes before speaking "I have not. That sounds made up to me." Lucas spoke up, "No, it's from Lord of The Rings."

"Well, The Hobbit." Dustin said.

"It doesn't matter." Lucas answered, obviously annoyed.

"He asked!" Dustin shouted.

"He asked!" mocked Lucas, causing Violet to chuckle. "Shut up, guys!" Mike yelled to his friends.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hopper yelled leaning in. "What i'd just say? One at a damn time."

"You."

"Mirkwood, it's a real road. It's just the name that's made up." Mike explained to the Chief in front of him. "It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet." Hopper leaned back looking at the officer next to him "Yeah, all right, I think I know that—"

"We can show you if you want." Mike continued.

"I said that I know it!" Hopper exclaimed. "We can help look." Mike said. "Yeah, we wanna look for Will too." Violet nodded." Hopper shook his head "No. After school, you are all to go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of The Rings book."

"The Hobbit." Dustin corrected. "Shut up!" Lucas exclaims, leaning over to hit Dustin on the knee. "Hey!" Dustin leaned over Violet to get back at Lucas. "Stop it!" Mike said. Violet rolled her eyes, starting to get squished. Hopper leaned back in again "Do I make myself clear?" he said making the friends stop hitting each other. He stood up, making himself look more intimidating, now glaring at the friends in front of him"Do I make myself...clear?"

They all nodded, looking up at Hopper. "Yes, sir" Mike, Dustin, and Violet said. "Yeah." Lucas answered.

———

It was already night when Lucas called Violet to meet them at his house in 10 minutes, now they were biking down Mirkwood searching for Will. "Ah. Man, this is it." said Lucas. They stopped their bikes, getting ready to go into the woods. "Hey guys, you feel that?" Dustin asked, facing up as a raindrop fell on his face. "I think maybe we should go back." Dustin said. "Me too. Maybe we should wait until daytime, it's much more safer and we might go missing too!" Violet exclaimed nervously. "No." Mike said quickly.

"We're not going back. Just stay close." Mike added.

"Come on." Mike said as he off his bike with Lucas now following into the woods.

"Wait guys wait up!" Dustin called out, leaving Violet alone next to her bike, "Wait guys! Oh... Shit!" she said hesitantly getting off her bike running for her friends, making them turn around and wait for her as it began to rain.

———

Thunder rumbled as the party walking around searching for Will in the woods. "Will!" Mike yelled. "Will!" he continued. "Byers!" Lucas yelled too. "I've got your X-Men 134!" Dustin yelled. "Will where are you!?" Violet joined in on the yelling.

"Guys, I really think we should turn back." Dustin called out to his friends. "Seriously Dustin? You wanna be a baby, then go home already!" Lucas remarked. Violet felt her shoes getting wetter and wetter until she felt her socks getting soggy. Gross! she thought. "I'm just being realistic, Lucas!" Dustin argued. "No, you're just being a big sissy! You too Violet!" Lucas replied. Violet furrowed her eyebrows "What! Why me? I didn't even say anything!" she protested. "But you thought it!" Lucas exclaimed, pointing a finger at Violet. He was right.

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad?" asked Dustin. "And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen?" he continued. "And at night too! And it's raining." added Violet. "And we have no weapons or anything?" Dustin notified. "Dustin, Violet, shut up." Mike said growing tired of the complaints coming from his friends. "I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?"

"Shut up, shut up." Mike said again. Hearing rustling, Violet felt her face grow cold from fear. "Did you guys hear that?" asked Mike. As they heard more noises coming from behind them they turned around getting ready to come face-to-face with a monster. Instead of a monster, they were faced with a bald girl with a baggy shirt fitting her like a dress.

Where did they come from?

———

[lolmanthecat]

Stage 2: Anger

*ping*

My phone complained.

"Thanks you having taken care of moving your things so fast. If later, before you leave, you'll want to talk in person about what happened it might be a good idea." read the message on it.

Curious, so the weight of starting a conversation lies with me? Newsflash: I don't want to talk. The desire to talk disappeared a month ago after your last hurl of insults.

So since you didn't say you want to talk should I understand that this isn't you wanting to talk? It is you just granting me the decision of making the first step? Oh thank you for your kindness. It was unnecessary.

I guess asserting your will isn't a thing you managed to learn in this life yet.

Maybe I shouldn't be so harsh on you since it took me 30 years to able to do it myself, and it is still hard to do, but for some reason I feel like I justified this type of behaviour way too many times. All times too many.

With my mother, with you, with many other people. Unable to say what's on their mind and therefore hiding it under either snide remarks or indirect requests. I am tired.

Just like them you managed to make me fear smiles. You made me see how insincere they are. How they are used to hide whatever the person is actually feeling. Leaving me guessing if everything is fine or if maybe there are some untold problems that will appear at the first stumble.

More than anything I asked to tone down the insults aimed only to hurt me unless you wanted to end things. I guess I was stupid to even bother to expect you to understand what I meant. You did it more than I should have accepted since early in the relationship. I guess it's on me? Or maybe you wanted to end things and therefore this is your wanted outcome? Maybe I'll never know.

I cannot even fathom an answer right now because of how angry this makes me.

Let me hope tomorrow I'll feel better.

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

Apparently waking up angry and with a flight in a couple of hours is actually very bad. As if I wasn't already under enough stress. I guess I do owe her an answer of sorts. Leaving people without an answer is the one level I wouldn't like to stoop down to.

"oh don't worry. I don't want to talk." I type in my phone.

That does sound a tad aggressive. Morning aren't really my thing.

"so does that mean you don't want to talk? Guess we are on the same boat." I rewrite.

I actually managed to make it worse did I?

Ach. This will take a while.

...

"I have my flight in a couple of hours. I don't think I can manage to fit an appointment.

I don't know what you would want to talk about since in your last messages 2 months ago you wrote how you you are not searching for reconciliation and wanted to put some full stops in this relationship.

This is the full stop you asked for. I don't understand why would want to make it a semicolon."

Said the message I wrote.

Would you look at that. I am just as bad as you in being direct. Guess nobody grew up thanks to this relationship. Such a sad realization.

Maybe I gave up on being direct? Since it would have been a waste of time to be confrontational after this relationship has been shattered into pieces? Such a good excuse.

The incapability of saying things as they are and the desire to be the least confrontational possible unless I feel a complete disregard for my person. Nah, probably even in the case of disregard for my person I would forgive. Sigh... More growing up to do.

*send*

I guess it is done. Hopefully in the most simple way possible. Quite sad, but maybe it is peaceful enough to move forward and not drag each other in the mud for no reason. Time to put my things together and move towards the airport.

*ping*

The moment of truth is upon us.

"I guess you are right. I thought it was possible to have a vis-à-vis in a mature way, but probably it is not advisable anymore. Have safe travels."

Ah yes: Passive aggressiveness and snide remarks. You were not missed. Now hell ensues.

*****All Hell Breaks Loose*******

"Are you happy after you wrote these things? As mentioned above you are free. I don't know why this conversation is happening if getting away from me is the goal. When you will be able to communicate with less anger, I will be more willing to talk. As things stand now I am happy like this" Read my last message.

Oh look I got blocked. I guess you were just as immature as me in the end. We really did make a cute couple after all.

It is time to grow up.

How does one do it?

[thewistlingbadger]

Things I loved about season 2 arcane

Jinx slapping Vi. Oh man was that shit deserved

Ekko and Jayce interaction. I love that they let them interact, especially since they're who started it all. Ekko's tip led to everything.

Jinx and Viktor interaction. I prayed for times like these and we got it.

The scene with Sevika's arm was so much fuckin fun

Jinx's reaction when she saw that Vi was an enforcer. The fact that she couldn't pull the trigger.

The return of Jinx's episodes

The interactions between jinx and Sevika, and jinx Sevika and Isha. I wished we got more of their dynamic they were a highlight

The music and animation of the final moment of the show. That shit was mind-blowing

Mel's new design and her power was the moment!

Seeing Kino!

Certain moments with Jinx and Silco. That opening in ep2 S2 had me sobbing. It's so tender and sad and God can you tell she loved him. Every moment she returned to his office was incredible.

Seeing Vander and Silco's hideout. The jackets. The fucking letter. Oh it hit me like a train.

Jayce mother fuckin Talis. He is everything. I love the focus he got in this season. I loved everything about him this season as well as his arc. This man kept getting more and more attractive as we saw him on screen.

The relationship between mel and jayce. They were so sweet and soft with each other. And in the end they parted on such beautiful and respectful terms.

Certain phrases and vocabulary. "Inextricably Bound" "you will never be a passenger" "you are the wolf" Felicia's monologue and Jayce's final monologue

Seeing grown up Mylo and Claggor was cool.

Jayce's reaction to seeing Viktor after the explosion was heartbreaking

Jayvik, Jayvik, Jayvik. Man did they steal the show for me. Seeing Jayce worry about Viktor, "it should have been me," their first hug, their first separation. All the way to that beautiful finale. Oh man it was everything.

Renni was an amazing addition at the start of the series. Her design, her weapon, and her ability to thrill the audience was amazing. That scene where she was looking for jayce? Chilling. The fact that she landed a back injury on him was crazy

The conclusion to act 1 s2 had my jaw on the floor. The reveal. The presentation. The music

Singed's whole storyline was awesome. I loved getting more information on him

The opening of act 2, with Jinx looking directly into the camera as a match announcer. That was so fun.

The blisters and bedrock flashback. I so wasn't expecting that and I was flailing about when I first saw it. Yeah it has its flaws but I loved seeing it. It recontextualizes everything for better and worse and I love that we have it even though it causes problems

Jinx's reaction to seeing everyone rally behind her. Babygirl needed that

Seeing more Sevika was nice, same with seeing more of the undercity as a united front

Designs just went hard this season. Ambessa, Caitlyn, vi, etc.

Ekko saving the day with his Z drive was epic

In ep1 s1 it was really sweet to see the way Caitlyn relied on Vi

The caitvi kiss was pretty cool

The Caitlyn betrayal. I wish they would have done more with this bc it was cool

Maddie saying "I appreciated the warmth." That line was COLD.

The Jayvik fight sequence in the council room

LEST!!

Some of the humor in this season was really funny

I love how they really said without Silco, everything falls a part

Please tell me what you loved about Arcane season 2. What parts really resonated with you on the most fundamental level? What made you feel with your whole soul and body? What parta made you think about the show for days after as you stared at the nearest wall?

The more I think about it, the more I just see the things I disliked about it, and I really really want to love it as much as I see others do, and as much as I loved it when I first watched it

[eternal-armin]

love song.

as a diviner, you see things that happen in the future. but there are just some things you can't share, whether it's in your job description or not. even to your girlfriend. reader: neutral. cw: knowing you're gonna die, one-sided sadness, some light gore descriptions. a bit shorter than my other fics. it was either dying angst or actual marriage fic. maybe someday.

gazing at her face, there was no way in hell you would be able to tell her. so you summoned a tired smile and crawled under the sheets beside her. you let her hug you, and hid away from her eyes.

you tried to ignore the tears in your eyes and hugged her back.

"so how was your day, cupcake?" vi hummed. you envied how cal she sounded, how tired and content she was. you wouldn't even be able to sleep.

"uhm... uneventful. same old, same old." your voice cracked. paying no attention to it, you hoped she wouldn't either. but just as surely as she hugged you and loved you now, she could see right through anything you pretended. this was the only time you hated it.

"you don't sound all too good. maybe you're getting sick," vi mumbled into your hair. her voice was just vaguely concerned. if you had the strength to look at her, all the worry would be in her eyes. you knew that.

somehow that simple act of knowing her just made everything a little worse.

"what if i am? you're not gonna leave, are you?"

"mm, no. sick or not, i'll never stop cuddling you." she responded so confidently, as if she knew the future. she didn't. you did.

you hugged her tighter, burying your face in her chest.

she chuckled quietly. "you're really affectionate tonight, darling," she mumbled. "not that i don't like it."

there were some things that she couldn't see without looking at you. that's kind of what you were aiming for. just keep her happy for as long as possible. maybe you could slip out of her grasp in the night. words continues to echo in your mind.

can do me one last favor, cupcake? say goodbye to me now, and leave before i wake up?

there was some universe where you had the courage to tell her, but this wasn't it. how were you supposed to tell her that tomorrow is the day you die and that she can't do a thing about it? it wasn't painless, either. it wasn't able to be avoided. it hurt so much more knowing that her heart would be broken for... ever. you didn't care that you were gonna die at this point.

"i-i just wanted cuddles. kind of in a melancholy mood," you mumbled. you couldn't completely lie to her. "can you, uhm, hug me tighter?" your voice completely shattered again.

"oh, sweetheart, of course." vi didn't ask any further questions. she knew that you would tell her if you were comfortable- and you never would be. but she kept her word, and she hugged you tight and cozy, her strong arms enveloping you completely.

"whatever you want. alright, precious?"

"thank you," you mumbled. you squeezed your eyes shut, tears wetting her shirt. "thank you for everything. you're incredible, y'know that?"

"mm, i do. i hope you know you're far more incredible than i am, though." she hummed contentedly in response. you could hear the grin in her voice. "hey, i have a question."

you nodded.

"what's in our future? i mean, if you can't see right now, it's fine. i get it, you're not really that emotionally available. but i'm just curious." vi began absentmindedly stroking your hair. "maybe it'll make you feel better to see something nice."

you wanted to break down and sob into her. you wanted to tell her every detail and beg her to protect you like she always managed to, like she always promised she would. from the first day she was smitten with you. somehow you had the strength not to cry. you already knew what you were going to see, but you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

"please let me go, please, i don't have it! i-i promise, i don't have it!" you choked out through the hands around your neck.

"let them go! let them go, you piece of shit!" there was more desperation in her voice than anger, but she still sounded pissed. you glanced at her for half a second, watching her struggle, wounded and tired and heaving each breath.

you started to feel dazed, dizzy, physically deprived of oxygen which made your body tingle painfully. you couldn't get anything in or out of your throat. you tried to speak, tried to do anything, but nothing came out. it was pure agony, like hot metal pooling in your head and melting your skull. you mouthed the word 'stop' so many times you lost count.

"you're killing them! please! i'll get you the fucking gemstone, let them go! please- let them the fuck go!" she spoke big words. as always. her voice was heartbroken and shaky. you weren't dead yet and she was already sobbing over you.

black spots completely clouded over your vision. eventually, you stopped struggling, your arms going limp at your sides.

your hearing was the last to go.

all you could hear was her screaming and crying.

seeing it again made your stomach churn.

"i-i... you were right. i can't see much. but i-i think you finally put that ring on my finger," you joked. hearing her laugh at the callback made everything feel a teeny bit better. "a lot of turmoil... but it was worth it."

"y'know, i was thinking about getting you that ring," she teased.

"doubt it," you mumbled. all you wanted was to live in a world where you could see her proposal, cry and accept it.

"hm. i'll have to prove it."

how did she still manage to make you so happy? you felt like when you first fell for her. head over heels, just like she did for you. puppy love without the inevitable ending, where you both were always happy together and sad apart. where on touch made everything so much better. where one word made you know what to do. you didn't believe in soulmates before you met her.

or maybe she just showed you what it meant to be soulmates.

"i love you, vi. forever and always. don't you ever forget that."

"i won't, as long as you don't either."

you wouldn't. for as long as you lived and beyond that.

"if i die first i'm waiting for you at the gates. no matter how long until i see you again." your voice broke. play it off like you knew nothing, and comfort her in advance. make sure you give her promises you can keep.

"if you die first, i'm going to hell because i didn't protect you."

"if i die first and you go to hell, i'm gonna kill god."

both of you laughed. at least your tormenting heartache eased when you heard that beautiful sound. having even one last moment like this with her made it a little bit easier to face your death. even when you still counted down the minutes.

"i love you, [y/n], but if anyone's killing god, it's not gonna be you."

you snuggled against her again even as she giggled, enjoying her comfortable and cozy warmth. you took a deep breath, greeted by the remaining scent of her fading cologne. you bit your lip, hoping dearly you wouldn't start sobbing. surely you had the strength to repeat the cycle.

"can you... can you hold me like this all night?"

"of course. i would love to, cupcake."

[love-toxin]

ellie's sentence starter prompts ♡

vanilla

i. "Hold me."

ii. "You make me happier than I've ever been."

iii. "Can we cuddle?"

iv. "You're everything I've ever wanted."

v. "I'll love you forever, and ever, and ever."

vi. "If you wanna kiss me, then kiss me already."

vii. "Kiss me like that again."

viii. "Why are you so nervous?"

ix. "C'mon, pick up, please pick up..."

x. "Are you still there?"

xi. "I missed you..."

xii. "Don't leave! You didn't kiss me goodbye!"

xiii. "Tickle me one more time, and I'll bite you."

xiv. "I want a photo to remember this moment."

xv. "We shouldn't be seen together."

xvi. "I want to kiss you before you change your mind."

xvii. "Let's just sit out here for awhile. I wanna watch the sun go down."

xviii. "Could you give me a second? I just need to--hey!"

xix. "Dude, open the door!"

xx. "Can we hold hands, at least?"

xxi. "That wasn't meant for you, I swear!"

xxii. "I don't think you meant that....did you?"

xxiii. "You make me crazy sometimes."

xxiv. "Tell me you love me."

xxv. "Don't just say you love me, prove it."

xxvi. "Told you I clean up nice."

xxvii. "Pick your jaw up, people are staring."

xxviii. "I could listen to your voice all day."

xxix. "Here, take my sweater. It's too cold for you to walk around without one."

xxx. "I don't deserve you."

xxxi. "I just wish you were mine."

xxxii. "I wanna be yours."

xxxiii. "What the hell are you talking about?"

xxxiv. "You think you're sooooo smart, don't you?"

xxxv. "Bite me."

xxxvi. "You should run away if you don't wanna get hurt."

xxxvii. "Give me a chance."

xxxviii. "I'll never hurt you like that again."

xxxix. "Don't cry, sweetheart."

xl. "I wish I didn't care about you."

xli. "Don't touch me."

xlii. "Did you hurt yourself? Let me see."

xliii. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise."

xliv. "Sit your butt down and let me patch you up!"

xlv. "I am not letting you walk out this house!"

xlvi. "I just need you in my arms."

xlvii. "You're safe with me, okay?"

xlviii. "They'll pay for what they did to you."

spice (18+)

i. "Fuck, I can't take this anymore."

ii. "You know it drives me crazy when you wear stuff like that."

iii. "Damn, you should wear stuff like that more often."

iv. "I'm so glad you picked up, I can't think straight without you here."

v. "What are you wearing right now?"

vi. "I'm throwing you in my bed as soon as I get there."

vii. "We're a little short on time, so let's make this quick."

viii. "Oh, look at you....no, don't hide! I wanna see."

ix. "Hey! Quit staring, you're making me nervous."

x. "I love how shy you get."

xi. "Come warm me up, baby."

xii. "I've been waiting for this all day."

xiii. "What do you say about breaking in the bed?"

xiv. "Ooh, aren't you creative?"

xv. "I wish I could have you like this all the time."

xvi. "You've got no idea how much I wanted to do this."

xvii. "Touch me like that again."

xviii. "Whatever you do, don't you dare stop."

xix. "Should we really be doing this here?"

xx. "God, shut up."

xxi. "You can call me whatever you want."

xxii. "I'm just gonna slip it in. Just the tip, I promise."

xxiii. "You've got a magic tongue, I swear..."

xxiv. "Gimme somewhere to aim, sweetheart. A nice, big smile, just for me."

xxv. "I'll pin those legs apart if you don't hurry up and spread them for me."

xxvi. "Stupid fucking slut--don't you ever embarrass me like that again."

xxvii. "I think you'd better shut that mouth before I shut it for you."

xviii. "Does it feel good when I'm this deep?"

xxix. "You can't think straight, can you? Don't worry, I'll do all the thinking for you."

xxx. "Keep those eyes on me. I wanna see what makes you cry the hardest."

xxxi. "You're mine. Get that through your dense little brain."

xxxii. "You're so cute when you can't speak."

xxxiii. "I'm not giving you more unless you beg for it."

xxxiv. "Should've known you liked getting choked."

xxxv. "Cum right now, or you won't cum at all."

xxxvi. "Don't be afraid. I'll only hurt you the way you like it."

xxxvii. "We're gonna make a fucking mess."

xxxviii. "Just say the word if it's too much, okay?"

xxxix. "Give me a squeeze if you wanna slow down."

xl. "You're doing so good for me."

xli. "I love seeing how much you like it."

xlii. "You like that, huh? I figured you would, you little tease."

xliii. "You're just perfect."

xliv. "Did you save all this up for me?"

xlv. "I wanna see that face you made a hundred more times."

xlvi. "There we go, just relax. I'll take it from here."

xlvii. "Sh, sh, don't move--I'll clean you up first."

xlviii. "You're the best I've ever had...you're the best I'll ever have."

[bmbly17]

I told you @jinxcore that you would have the second part of my random idea on the 25th but let's just say that Santa Claus today has got his act together and unexpectedly has already finished it so here's my Christmas present!!!! 😊🎁

I hope you enjoy it more than Caitlyn and Jinx are enjoying it 🤣

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Definition of hatred: Deep and intense feeling of repulsion towards someone that provokes the desire to harm him or her or to cause some misfortune to happen to him or her. That was what Jinx was feeling for the woman in front of her, or so she thought.

I can't even remember her name, what it was? Think ,Jinx, think...Carla? Catherine? Katie? Clark? Caitlyn? That it's! Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn.

Who did she think she was, oh yes, Vi's girlfriend, but other than that, what? Piltie, of course, just look at her. She gives herself away. Perfect hair, everything millimetrically well put in place, not a fucking strand out of place. Perfect eyes, neither too big nor too small, half round, half elongated, and blue. I've never seen this blue before. Not that I don't like my garish blue, of course I do, it's the best. But the blue of her eyes is lighter, brighter, like the blue of the sky, but purer. She doesn't have a single under-eye, and the makeup is light, but without being too much. And her full lips... will they be soft? Of course they'll be soft, you just look at her. I'm sure she uses the best of the best for her care. And that dress she's wearing... who in their fucking right mind would go to Zaun dressed like that? God, I can't even identify the brand of clothes she's wearing. Dior? Gucci? Ralph Lauren? Didn't Vi tell you where you were going? It's not like this is my wedding day, which of course I’m never, ever, ever getting married. I'm sure the two of them would love that cheesy stuff. I can just imagine what their wedding would be like. A big wedding, a Pilte wedding. Puagh, get out, get out. Focus Jinx, where you were going. Ah yes, that, this fucking lace on the top does honor to those boobs, and that the dress is open to show that leg... fuck, but this girl, how tall is she?

I'm getting fucking dizzy. Ekko, Ekko where are you? Here, come here. Like this, hold me, and now breathe, and breathe in the perfume he's wearing. That's it, very good. Fuck, I'm 10 feet away from her, and clearly, clearly her perfume is making me dizzy. I guess rich people must bathe in perfume because otherwise I can't explain it. And her voice, agh. "Hi I'm Caitlyn, Vi's girlfriend, it's a pleasure to be able to meet you guys, she's told me so much about you." Come on Piltie who are you kidding, you've got a lot to spare being here. Zaun is not for you. You don't like it and we don't like you.

How could Vi fall in love with a woman like her, look at her, what the fuck does she see in you?

How long had it been since Vi and Caitlyn had arrived? 1h or 2h maybe. They had been chatting about everything a bit, but without getting too specific. But it was enough for Jinx to reaffirm her hatred towards her. Jinx hated everything that had to do with Piltóver, and it wasn't that he didn't know anyone there. She knew Viktor, who, let's see, was technically from Zaun but was a professor at Piltóver University, and she also knew Heimerdinger, thanks to her boyfriend's fascination and adoration for that thing... What was Heimerdinger supposed to be?

Well, whatever, the thing is, Caitlyn is Piltóver. And she hates her. Deeply. Eyes fixed on her, as if she were a predator analyzing her prey, waiting for the best moment to pounce on her, and eat her whole. Wait, not eat her, kill her, that's it, kill her.

And not that during the whole course of the meal things got better, it could be summed up in Jinx attacking Caitlyn, and Caitlyn putting on her best face, just like Cassandra had taught her. And it is not that Ekko liked people like Caitlyn, but because of his friendship with Vi, he tried to stop the constant attacks of his girlfriend (which he did not succeed). And the meal ended and with it came the goodbyes. Obviously when it was time to say goodbye to Jinx, Caitlyn approached her to give her two kisses, but Jinx abruptly moved out of her way and spat in her face a:

I'd rather cut my braids than kiss you

And she simply turned on her heels and walked back inside the house, leaving Caitlyn with the word in her mouth.

I hate her. That was what Caitlyn had been thinking since they'd been on their way back to her house. Lucky that Vi would have offered to drive, because she didn't have the head, nor the strength to do anything but analyze what had happened that night. Vi had already pointed out to her that Jinx had a "peculiar" character, very much made to her own, different to others. Something Caitlyn was already used to, she had always been different from everyone in Piltóver. But she couldn't understand why these attacks. She hadn't even done anything wrong, Right? She hadn't, had she? She had even been kind enough to buy her favorite dessert, a chocolate cake filled with strawberry jam from one of the best bakeries in Piltóver. Everyone seemed to have been grateful for the detail. But Jinx didn't even try a bite. Maybe it was jealousy, jealousy that he was with his sister? That idea echoed loudly in Caitlyn's head, she even wanted to tell Vi, but she dismissed the idea, her girlfriend seemed so happy, she didn't want to be the one to wipe the smile off her lips.

The days passed and with it the weeks. She had not seen Jinx again, and she preferred it that way. The farther away from her, the better. Vi was still seeing her, and she was fine with this, she would never ever stop her girlfriend from seeing her sister, and even more after everything they had to live through. Sometimes Vi had offered to take the four of them out for a drink together in Zaun, but Caitlyn always excused herself behind work, there were times when she was grateful to be the "boss" of Kiramman Industries, she could always say that she had a meeting to attend, or had to review some reports, last minute trips. Anything to avoid Jinx. What she was sure was that the more they saw each other, sooner or later her patience would give out and that would only mean one thing, trouble with Vi.

I love him, but sometimes I don't know why I listen to him. Why did I let myself be convinced to do this? Oh yes, I remember, him and his strange fascination with Professor Heimer.

That's what Jinx kept repeating to himself, going back and forth reading the two admission letters.

It had been a few months since Ekko had told her that the University of Pilover was offering scholarships in search of new talents that were in Runeterra and that this also included Zaun. There were place for 10 all-expenses-paid scholarships and the possibility of an internship agreement with the best companies in Piltóver. All you had to do was fill in an application form, give your personal data, indicate the specialty you wanted to study at the university, and submit your project. The 10 projects that the jury liked the most, would get the place. Not that it was a difficult task for Jinx, but just the idea of crossing paths with...

No fuck, remove, remove, remove that image from your head.

That was what Jinx had thought when Ekko had told her about the scholarships, and now she was there, with the scholarship admission in her hands, and with her boyfriend jumping with joy because she could finally fulfill her dream. Living in Zaun there was no need for her to go live inside the dorm that the university had, she loved living in Zaun, she loved her house, her room, her lab, her things. But Ekko... he had accepted to go and live there, I want to live the experience 100%, just like my role model did. That was what he had answered her. Not that she minded, he was totally free to do what he wanted, besides they had already talked about it. Yes, they would study in the same place, but Ekko was determined to specialize in space-time physics, a specialty taught by Heimerdinger (obviously), and she wanted to specialize in Hextech technology, a spatiality taught by her acquaintance Viktor and a certain Jayce Talis. But their schedules didn't mesh, and living in different places made it difficult to see each other.

They had a peculiar relationship, oh, so different from the one her beloved sister had with her "cherished" sister-in-law, that typical relationship of soul mates, of two different worlds, destined to meet and fall in love, and have a house, with their Golden Retriever, and their wedding, and their 3 children... No, no way, nothing at all, that didn't go with her, never ever. That's why she liked the relationship she had with Ekko, a total and absolute freedom, but best friends above all, together, but with no strings attached. Without falling into those stupid sappy things. An open relationship you could call it. She could be with whomever she wanted, and so could he, of course. But at the end of the day the priority was the two of them. There were times when they had sex with people separately, and there were times when they had done it together with more people. They had some set rules, though. Like, for example, that they would always use protection in their sexual relations, that they would not have sex separately in places the two of them shared, not have jealous... But there were two, the most important ones.

The person you become sexually involved with cannot be a friend/acquaintance or close person that you both know.  

2. You will not fall in love with the other person.

I guess it won't be so bad, will it, this 180ª my life is taking, right?

That was what Jinx was thinking at that moment. What she didn't know, was that before accepting anything, whatever it is, she has to make sure which person she can find. And if the Jinx back then had known that she was literally running in the perfect direction to run into "a certain" person, would she still have accepted?

What the fuck good has it done me these past months to work overtime, to make excuses, to have to sleep for weeks in hotels, or friends' houses pretending to be traveling, basically, to lie to my girlfriend to avoid running into my sister-in-law, if now I have her inside here, in my fucking company, and in my fucking lab?

I'm going to kill him, when I finish going through these papers, I swear I'm going to kill Jayce first, and then Viktor. I'm going to revive them using Hextech and then I'm going to kill them again amidst terrible suffering.

Caitlyn was in her office when her secretary had brought her the resume of the person Jayce and Viktor had decided on and chosen with her mother's approval to intern at their company. The best of the best at the University, they had been told. She is one of our students and fits the profile you were looking for, they had assured her.

The internship would only last 3 months with the possibility of a part-time work contract so that the person chosen could validate her studies along with the job. Nothing they hadn't done before, that way Viktor had come to work at Kiramman Industries.

But of all the people out there, of all the people I could have chosen, not only to give her the scholarship (a scholarship that Kiramman Industries finances) but to come and do an internship at my company, it had to be her, of course, it had to be her.

The word pissed off was an understatement to describe what the young heiress was feeling at that moment. Heiress to what? She thought. What good did it do Caitlyn to be the heiress to that empire if even the easiest tasks had to pass through her mother's hands.

Hadn't she decided to take a break from work and go travel the world with Dad? Why won't she even let me do the simplest of tasks?

Her eyes roamed up and down the sheet in front of her, trying to look away from the picture covering the top right-hand corner. It fucked her up to admit it, but she had an impeccable resume. Top grades in the whole university, some fascinating ideas that really with some tinkering could fit what she was looking for, really with Jinx on the team she could give Kiramman Industries that turnaround she had in mind, there was only one problem, her mother, but if she was out of town she had free will didn't she?

She didn't realize how long it had been since Sky dropped the papers on her desk until soft knocks on the door brought her out of her thoughts.

Sorry to interrupt you Miss Kiramman, but Jinx is already here, shall I show her into your office or would you prefer to take a little more time?

Sky's voice sounded a little shaky, was she looking that bad right now for the young secretary to sound so slightly afraid?

Yes, yes sure, send her in, it's all more than read. Caitlyn said trying to fake a smile and calm voice to try to reassure her worker. She didn't know if she had succeeded as Sky quickly turned on her heels and set off in search of her "beloved sister-in-law".

And there she was, the person she had been avoiding all this time. Avoiding seeing her in person, of course, because she couldn't get that day out of his mind, the day they met. Those eyes that had been running up and down her face, her body, that crooked, and hesitant smile, with her full lips painted with that burgundy lipstick. She had spent so much time staring at her lips that she even noticed the cracks in them. Her words stinging, and attacking. If she hadn't been so fucking rude, and arrogant, and unfriendly, and blustering, and taunting, and insolent and agh everything bad that came to her mind, she'd left her the lip balm she had, sure they'd leave her with soft lips, perfect for... And she noticed her slim but toned body too, dressed in those suggestive clothes, revealing more skin than any woman in Piltóver would be willing to do, but strategically placed to leave you wanting more, her tattoos on the right side of her body, running down her shoulder, down her arm, down her chest, down her abdomen... and what was that supposed to be, smoke, clouds? Blue, blue swirls, blue to match the color of her hair, blue like the color of her eyes and those long braids that kept swinging back and forth. And here she was, again, and a shiver ran through her whole body. She was the same, just as he remembered her, let's see, it hadn't been that long since they last saw each other, 3 months? 4 maybe? 6 months, 6 months were the months that had passed since the first and the last time they saw each other.

It's a pleasure to see you again Jinx. Jayce and Viktor have spoken very highly of you. Your inventions and studies have been amazing. I am so glad you are joining Kiramman Industries for these 3 months, and who knows, maybe longer and all. Caitlyn said, sounding as professional and believable as she could. She was in charge now, she couldn't let an unfortunate encounter like the one the two of them had had ruin everything. Everything in the lab, in the company, in her relationship with Vi....

Come on Kiramman, stop pretending. This makes you as uncomfortable as it does me, and you know it. So let's get this done as quickly as possible, and then you go about your business and I'll go about mine. Jinx said, feeling again how those eyes penetrated even the smallest pore she could have.

How long would the internship? 3 months? Caitlyn thought as she came out from behind her desk walking in all her splendor, like a worthy Kiramman to stand in front of the young woman.

All right Caitlyn try to endure these 3 months as best you can and then when the period is over, out. It couldn't be possible that in all of Runeterra there wasn't someone equally brilliant to take the place of scientist and inventor for Kiramman Industries, right? Cailyn thought as she held out her hand to welcome her new and unexpected headache.

[invested-in-your-future]

Context can be conveyed in ways other than a bottle episode. Machine God and The Magic Zombies subplot is writers creating a problem they have to solve, and even then that can be done naturally without a bottle episode, no matter how good it was.

The sisters can reconnect in a more natural way that flows better than resurrecting a character tying them to a completely new lore as a plot McGuffin and then not providing the screentime and writing needed for EITHER of the sisters to deal with the consequences. After all one of the biggest problems with S2 is that it relies too much on convenient Deus Ex Machina resolutions to what should be THE meat and bones of the show. The conflict between the Two Cities that should have been the MAIN focus? Look Magic Zombies, everyone teamed up—solved it.

Vi spends the entire S2 just drifting between locations. There's zero characterization for her and zero narrative threads to focus on. The show SORT OF sets it up with Caitlyn going and GASSING THE POOR when most people assumed Vi would have to bring her back from authoritarian nonsense, but no—show doesn't do that either. There's no proper development between Caitlyn and VI, There's no proper resolution for Vi and Jinx(because Jinx subplot end of S1 sets up just disappears) and there's no growth for Vi altogether. The sisters should have been at the forefront of Arcane story embodying the elements of the divide between the Two Cities and instead all of that is shifted into background for MCU style nonsense of magic techno zombies.

Oh, she felt REALLY sad about GASSING THE POOR? Oh wow, that solves everything. If it wasn't meant to amount to anything then why is it there then? Also the cycle of violence is altogether removed from the story and solved via a cheesy MCU laser in the sky finale team up that ignores all the class divide and class warfare set-up S1 so brilliantly laid out.

You just spent a paragraph explaining something that has nothing to do with Arcane thematically and has no place in Arcane beyond being a LOL cameo. The whole subplot wasn't needed.

The issue is that Silco is NOT saying anything that wasn't already stated. It's the show breaking one of the most basic narrative elements of show-don't-tell. Also no the big magic zombie has nothing to do with the conflict between the impoverished and the rich that the S1 set-up.

It's so nice that the way to solve the class divide you just need to go fight some magic zombies together with your rich pals that just tried to gas everyone you know and spent years employing police brutality against you. So simple! So enlightened centrist! And so against the core build-up of S1. The class divide subplot did not need magic zombie team-up. That's the issue—the entire machine god subplot is not needed for Viktor and Jayce's and Vi and Jinx and Vi and Caitlyn's subplots to progress and resolve or to convey the cycle of violence. The show already had a way to do that thanks to the end of S1.

There's zero reason for turning Viktor into generic jRPG villain or for all the LOL cameos to be there. The story already laid out the plot thread that needed to be resolved if this was a two season show at the end of S1. Do the proper conflict escalation between the two cities and you have ALL those elements in place—the conflict leading escalation of using the Arcane pushing Jayce and Viktor to be at odds with each other, Jinx as revolutionary and the character journey to eventually break off the cycle she was part of, Vi having to redeem Caitlyn and for their relationship to actually get development and showcase of the dangers of Arcane use WITHOUT generic MCU style apocalyptic prophecies and machine gods and zombies—through the sheer destruction and brutality unhinged and unbound scientific use in service of the rich can cause.

What's fascinating to me is that for a show where showrunners knew they had only one season left to wrap everything up, Arcane S2 feels filled with weird decisions.

EP7 as appreciated as it was, feels like a weird bottle episode that doesn't do much of anything for the overall story. It's the type of episode I could see in a longer show where it wasn't its final season, but here? Weird.

What does the detour with Vander and bringing him back add to the story exactly? It wasn't used to give Vi development or drama, nor was it used for Jinx. Sure, you could say it was something done to quickly resolve the sisters' feud, but that was already in the works naturally, and there was no need for an entire subplot that dumps a TON of new worldbuilding upon the show that has barely any time left to handle the worldbuilding it already got.

You'd think the final season would have key characters, like Vi, play the pivotal role and develop and grow, but Vi is sidelined for most of the show, despite her characterization being crucial in landing the conclusion of the two sisters subplot.

Caitlyn's classist dictator time feels like literal padding too—there's no follow-up or subplot where Vi has to make her see the reality of her actions or any subplot or characterization where the two reconcile. This subplot would make sense in a show where the class conflict and the possible civil war were front-and-center plot threads, but Arcane S2 is not that show—it refuses to touch upon the core themes Season One established. In fact, the show ends up completely ignoring what she did, so why is the plotline there then?

There are just a lot of additions that do the opposite of resolving plot threads or giving the time needed for the conclusion—everything to do with Noxous, the nigh incomprehensible Black Rose stuff, all the new side characters that appear and then disappear having done nothing, etc. You'd think for THE finale of their story, the writers would condense and connect the plot threads together toward the conclusion, but S2 spends a lot of time doing the opposite for no reason.

The final stretch has Silco basically speaking to the audience, telling them nothing new and just rehashing what's already been shown. What was the point of that? Is it insecurity from the writers that the audience might not have gotten what was being said? And what's more, how does that connect to the whole "main story" of S2 which is the machine god stuff? The monologue, as anvilicious and needless as it is, makes sense in a show about the cycle of violence and human nature, but Arcane Season Two is not that show—it's a show about how The Rich and The Poor will team-up for the common purpose of facing outside enemies, be it the non-descript Evil Country From Afar or Magical Zombies. So why were the writing staff so desperate to get the point "Silco" makes across as to literally break even the basic sense of show-not-tell?

The more I think, the weirder the structure of S2 is.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

[draconicfool]

"Y'er stuck with me, dumbass."

Oh, he was well aware of the other's stubborn streak. Not that Eros would ever order him around, but he knew sometimes it could be like herding a cat. Which was supposed to be Eros' thing, not somebody else's. And it was hardly fair that he actually liked that in him. Loved it even. He wanted to squish his dumb cheeks and kiss him until they both couldn't breathe.

At least now that was something he could admit freely. No hesitation or want to run. Just- love and be loved.

"I um- they showed me that th' world could be- it could be fun. There was joy t' be had when- when I was so used t' bein' sad and lonely all th' time. I think- that their gone now...'m pretty sure. But- I-- at least it means I c'n- know what s'like- and I c'n- I c'n love ya better f'er it-."

Even if before now he'd wanted to hide that fact. He felt so warm in the other's embrace. Clinging to him as Itto got up from where they'd been crouching. Even if it solicited a small whine as the former High Elder reached out for the hair pin discarded on the floor. A small thing to some, but it was important to him. He'd rather it not be left there.

"We c'n be-- um- fuck, tha's cheesy actually, 'm gonna shut m'mouth."

It would be nice, though, he thinks. To be in love and be what they lacked. Their own version of a 'family.' It wasn't like Itto didn't know near everything about his father. About the children that Eros helped look after but hadn't felt he ever deserved to adopt or have as his own. Knew- at least enough about Eros to love him. Would learn more as time went on.

Where else would he rather be?

"Good...don't ever stop. Please. I don't know what I'll do."

How he melted into that kiss, too. His black-tinted fingers reaching up to hold onto his face. As if that was all he needed. And in that moment? It felt like it was. Like there was nothing else that could make this moment better. Just lips pressed together as he kissed the other so sweetly.

No want for anything more to come from this- for once. Just a kiss full of nothing but love and affection. Not 'no strings attached', but rather every string attached. As if they were a string puzzle. Or the red ropes that had once bound him to the Yuque by their ability to divine.

But this felt real now. This felt like home. Something he hadn't felt in such a long time. At least, not in this way. Jarilo-VI had always been home, but it had come to feel so lonely without someone to be with-. And now...now that was what he had. Even if they'd become separated by stars. Even if there would be times when there were days or weeks apart-. They'd make it, right-? Surely they would.

"Don't go anywhere that I c'n't follow..."

Perhaps that was selfish. Given that if he found out where the Express was hidden, he'd certainly follow behind. Find a way to be there even for a moment. Even just to watch the other for a moment. And then run back home as if he'd never left.

But then, he found he was also quite nervous about such things. About losing him to something like he had lost his love before. Especially when they'd only just gotten here.

Another kiss. His tail coming back out to wrap around the other's waist. Their breath mingling together between those soft kisses. A soft mewl escaping him as he leaned up on slightly to gently tap his horns against Itto's.

"Even when 'm difficult...please don't- please don't stop lovin' me. I'll be sorry every time...but it won't stop me from doin' it."

So please, he thought... Please this time I want to feel what it's like. I want to feel a love that really does last forever.

"Heh, course ya are,"

The Oni hadn't had a habit of listening to any 'order' he was given, not that the other had a habit of trying to order him around. The larger male would continue to hold the other close, gently stroking what hair he could as he continued to listen. While it may not have been the best time for them to talk about their pasts, it was a good a time as any, and it helped them to grow closer as a result.

"Good, I wouldn't want ya to either. I want ya here, with me."

The larger male had finished his small tale fairly quickly, but that was due to there not being a lot more for him to say about his past. HIs planet was gone, nothing but space dust and debris now. He was the last remnant, the 'one who got away'. He wasn't being hunted, that much he did know, at least. Whatever had happened to his planet, be it natural, or not had taken his people, and everything he held dear.

"I never knew who I was supposed to marry, when I got back I was supposed to meet 'em and we were supposed to... just go with it."

He had loved his family though, even though he'd been set up in an arranged marriage for who he was. The family he was born into. It was basically a requirement for them to be married to start their own family.

"I can't say that I felt love the way ya did, but I lost my family back on my planet. Everyone I knew, all my friends, they're gone. I loved 'em but probably not to the extent that ya loved who ya lost."

They'd both lost so much. Of course, the Oni was going to be as understanding as he could be. He was happy to listen to Eros talk, or speak, about literally anything. He loved the smaller male and he was going to do everything in his power to prove that. He was also going to prove that Eros deserved his love.

He remembered being told about Alexi, whenever he listened to Eros talk about his father showed that he loved the man. He had a feeling had he ever had a chance to meet the other man, he would have gotten along with him. He would have talked to Alexi about how much he adored Eros. He knew the smaller male was capable of love because if he wasn't he couldn't have loved his parents as he did. Nobody can fake such a bond.

"I don't plan on stoppin' anytime soon, Eros. I love ya and you're gonna be stuck with me from now on."

He'd offer a genuine smile toward the other, even though Eros wasn't looking at his face, he would help the other feel that love in whatever way he could. As Eros' hair fell down, the larger male would begin sliding his clawed fingers through the pink with gentle strokes. A gesture that had been used to calm him when he was younger. It was something his mother had done for him. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he wanted to at least TRY.

The Oni would adjust slightly, keeping his arm around the little doctor, before getting up and moving toward the bed, still holding the other with his one arm. Something he knew the other liked, was that he could carry him so easily with only one hand or arm.

"All ya had to do was ask, Eros, ya know I won't say no to kissin' ya. No matter how many times ya ask."

And he would. The distance between their faces would be closed as the taller male leaned down once they were seated on the bed. He'd press his lips gently to the smaller male's, the kiss gentle.

He was going to muster as much love as he could before pouring it into the kiss they were sharing. He wanted, no he NEEDED Eros to know he loved him.