#another day of me ignoring new stuffs and just giffing whatever thought i wake up with

[walkerwords]

“The Bowman’s Sister” Part 2 of 4 - Daryl x Sister!Reader

GIF CREDIT: https://gfycat.com/queasycourageouskookaburra

PART I PART III PART IV

Word Count: 3194

Daryl Dixon & Sister!Reader (Rick x Reader in future)

Warning: none

Song I Wrote To: “Silhouettes” by Of Monsters And Men

Summary: After being reunited with your brother, Daryl, you try to adapt to the prison life by talking to Carl, going on a run, and getting to know some of your new fellow survivors. 

Note: Yeah, that summary is shit, but this is the continuation of part one. Not sure how long this will be, but I wanna see what where I can go with it. I won’t be uploading on any schedule as of right now, but I’ll let ya know if i do.

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That night you lay awake, your eyes on the ceiling.

You had convinced Daryl to retake his bed as you took the top bunk. He had offered to find you a cell of your own, but you had decided to stay with him as long as he would have you. You weren’t ready to sleep alone again.

Below you, you could hear your brother’s snores. He had crawled into his bed only an hour ago as he switched his watch shift with Sasha. Apparently, they needed more security due to a threat that was not exactly gone. Michonne had told you about the Governor and Woodbury. You had heard of the town in passing but never ventured there yourself. It seemed too good to be true and apparently it was.

You learned that one of their people, Andrea, had died there and then Daryl was the one to tell you that the Governor was the one to kill your big brother. However, it was Maggie who later told you that Daryl was the one to put him down the second time and that nearly broke you. You and Merle were supposed to be the older siblings, the ones that looked out for Daryl, and yet here was looking after the both of you.

Slipping your hand under your pillow, you pulled out the knife Daryl had given to you earlier that day. He also gave you new bullets for your gun. You kept your pistol with your bow and quiver down below, but the knife was never far from your reach. 

The problem was, you weren’t sure if you trusted these people. 

There was no denying that you loved your brother and that Rick seemed to be different than you first thought, but the welcoming demeanor was still a bit of a shell shock and it would take some time. Something about the prison reminded you of the old apartment building you used to live in when you and Carter first got together. Merle had said that it also reminded him of being on the inside. 

Thinking of Merle put a heaviness on your heart. You didn’t want all the gory details, but you needed to know what had happened. A part of you needed to go find the man that did this to you and your brother. You were gathering, however, that Merle was not exactly a welcome addition to the group when your brothers had met up with the rest of them in Atlanta.

You understood that. Merle Dixon was a tough asshole to get along with. He even bashed on Daryl when he got the chance, but he had always had a soft spot for you and you also knew he took the brunt of the beatings your father dished out. There wasn’t even a grave you could visit, but then again, Carter and Hannah didn’t have graves either. 

Carefully, so as to not wake Daryl, you slid off the bed and lightly landed on the stone floor. You froze, waiting for him to wake up, but he remained asleep, his arm thrown over his stomach as he slept off his long day. Grabbing your bow and quiver, you stepped out of your cell and into the main block. Snores echoed around you as you slowly made your way to the main door, needing to be out of the cramped building. 

As soon as the night air and the sounds of the Dead at the fence met your ears it was oddly comforting. Taking a deep breath, you moved through the courtyard, keeping your eyes on the Walkers. The word these people used for the Dead was slowly growing on you. 

You made your way through the first gate and over to one of the empty watchtowers. Sasha was in the tower to your left, but you ignored her obvious glances and climbed the stairs. As soon as you exited onto the platform, it was as if you could finally breathe. Of course, you were happy to be with Daryl and safe behind fences, but the cell had been near suffocating. Even with the Walkers and the Living out to get you, you had to admit that you felt better outside. 

Leaning next to the railing, you crossed one foot over the other and listened to the world. Your mind kept wandering to how the world used to be. It was the simple things you thought of: the sounds of kids after school as they played at parks or on their bikes; the ambient noise of a TV being left on in the background of the house; even the occasional roar of a plane in the sky above. 

The night was now clear and full of stars. Without all the light pollution, it was as if you were looking at a different sky. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” You turned to see Carl exiting the tower behind you, his hat slightly askew. 

“It’s fine, I didn’t think anyone would be up here,” you said, relaxing again. 

“Yeah, we usually have at least two people on watch at a time.” 

“Because of the Governor?” you asked. Carl nodded, joining you at the railing. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, “and to make sure the fences hold.” You nodded, fiddling with a ribbon that was tied around your left wrist. When you noticed Carl staring at the movement, you tugged your sleeve back down. Carl was quiet for a moment before turning to you again. “Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Just not used to being...secure, I guess,” you admitted. 

“I get that,” Carl said. “This is the first place we’ve found that has been this safe. We were at a farm for a while, but it got overrun. We lost people there...and here.”

“I’m sorry,” you said and you were. It was never easy losing people, especially at his age. “Your mom?” you asked, noticing nobody had claimed themselves to be Judith’s mother. 

“She died when Judith was born. I had to put her down a second time.” Jesus, you said to yourself. You reached out carefully and squeezed his shoulder. 

“That’s rough,” you told him. “My mom died when I was around your age too.” 

“I know,” Carl said, “Daryl told me about the fire.” There was a touch of a smile on your face as you thought of that. Daryl telling the young boy of your mother to comfort him was nice to hear. It was a very Daryl thing to do.

“Hey,” you said, looking at him in the darkness, “you still have your dad and sister, right? And from what I can tell, the people here care about you. Don’t forget you still have family, okay?” Carl gave you a small smile of his own. 

“Why are you up here?” he asked. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” you said with a shrug. 

“Me neither” he admitted. You thought for a moment before pulling your quiver off your back and digging the glue and extra fletching from the small pocket on the side. 

“Well, do you wanna learn to fletch some arrows?” you offered. You waved one of your projectiles at him before a smile spread across his face.

“Definitely,” he said. You nodded to sit down next to you against the tower wall and together you got to work on fixing and fletching some more arrows for you. You would need to fashion some more bolts for Daryl as well. As Carl carefully worked next to you, you assisted in whatever he was having trouble with, but the kid caught on quick. 

As the night wore on, fatigue finally caught up, and slowly, you drifted off to sleep with the kid next to you, already passed out on his own.  

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The next morning you were down by the fences.

You worked with Beth, killing the Walkers that pressed against the fence. Using the end of a sharpened broom, you easily sunk the wood into the decaying flesh and if you were being honest with yourself, it was oddly therapeutic.

You kept thinking back to the conversation you had had with the younger Grimes the night before. It was one of the nicest conversations you had had since the world had ended. Just two people watching the stars and listening to one another. You were hoping for that to happen again and maybe even with someone over the age of sixteen.

Beth was getting tired so you gestured back up to the cell block to grab something to eat. She agreed and the two of you started to head back. As you stepped into the thick grass of the field, a familiar sound echoed through the air. The Walkers groaned louder as the rumble of a motorcycle split the air. 

Merle’s motorcycle. 

A grin spread across your face as Daryl rode out towards the front gate. Rick was waiting for him with Glenn, both armed and ready to head out. “Beth, I’ll meet up with you in a bit, okay?” 

“Okay,” she said, touching your arm briefly before heading to find her sister. You approached the three men, your hands slipping into your pockets. 

“Going out?” you asked, stopping next to your brother. He nodded. 

“We need medicine and some more clothes for the little one,” Daryl explained, not looking at you. 

“Great, let me grab my stuff and I’ll come with,” you said, already knowing what he was going to say. 

“Yer stayin’ here,” he told you, his blue eyes locking with yours finally. 

“Why’s that? Ya’ll got a rule against women going on runs?” you asked, even though you knew Michonne had gone out just yesterday for a few hours on her horse. 

“Ya just got here, (Y/N),” Daryl said, “take some time to rest.” You looked at Rick and Glenn, gauging their faces. 

“We could use another set of eyes,” Glenn offered and you gestured to Glenn expectantly. 

“Daryl,” Rick said, gaining the other man’s attention. “We’ll keep an eye on her. Besides, you were the one who told me she was a good shot.” You raised a brow at that. Daryl chewed on the inside of his cheek for second before nodding. 

“Fine,” he conceded, “grab yer bow.” 

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You clutched at Daryl’s waist as he roared down the road. 

It had been a while since you had been on a bike, this one in particular. The feel of the bike was familiar and it made you smile as you leaned your head on Daryl’s shoulder, watching the forest pass by in a green blur. Rick and Glenn followed in a car as Daryl led them towards a strip mall not too far from the prison. You would be back before dark. 

You passed Walkers on the road, some barely able to move as they were missing limbs and baking in the Georgia sun. You kept your head ducked behind Daryl’s back to block the wind as he sped through the dilapidated roads, careful to dodge any debris on the road ahead.

Another ten or so miles and he slowed, turning into the mall. You climbed off the bike as he put down the kickstand and stretched out your legs and back causing Daryl to chuckle. “Shut up, it’s been a while,” you defended. Daryl raised his hands in surrender and picked up his crossbow, loading a bolt.

Rick and Glenn joined you both as you surveyed the buildings before you. “Drug store is there,” Glenn pointed to a building with thick bars on the windows. “No guarantee anything will be left, but we’re running low and the Doc is gonna need them when it gets colder out.” 

“(Y/N),” Rick said, gaining your attention, “what did you do before the Turn?” Daryl snorted and you smacked his shoulder.

“I was a psychiatrist, specifically for veterans,” you explained. 

“She was a shrink,” Daryl corrected and you responded with a roll of your eyes. 

“You didn’t seem to mind when you stole my prescription pad,” you pointed out. 

“That was Merle, dumbass,” he scoffed as he headed to the car to grab some bags they had taken to fill. 

“So you know meds?” Glenn asked. “We have a few from the Doc to look for, but we don’t take him out of the prison just in case.” Glenn handed you a small list that Caleb, or Doctor S, had written for them.

“I know some of these,” you nodded. “Want me to take the pharmacy?” you asked, jabbing your thumb towards the drug store. 

“Sound good to me,” Glenn agreed. 

“Good,” Daryl said, tossing you a bag. “Let’s go.” You held your tongue about not needing a babysitter and saluted to the other men and followed Daryl. While Rick and Glenn scavenged for clothes and any other food they could find, Daryl broke the lock on the door of the drug store. 

Daryl went in first, his bow up and sweeping the aisles. You followed close by, watching his back. As you turned towards the final aisle in the small store, a Walker reached out and grabbed at Daryl’s boot. He wasted no time in shooting it through the eye.

Retrieving the bolt, he reloaded it and took another look around before nodding to you. “Seems clear, don’t drop yer guard,” he warned. 

“Yes, Sir,” you sassed and pushed past him. You scanned the many shelves, tossing things in your bag as you went. Daryl wasn’t far behind you and every time you looked at him, he quickly glanced away as if he had been staring at you, observing your every movement. 

Ducking into another aisle, you began grabbing up all the rubbing alcohol and bandages you could get, trying to keep out of his gaze. When a Walker, nearly just bones, grabbed your foot from under a collapsed shelf, your boot connected with its skull. The creature dropped immediately and you shook off the brain matter that stuck to the leather. 

“Ya okay?” Daryl asked, coming around the corner. 

“I’m fine, Daryl,” you said, stepping over the corpse and heading for the pharmacy at the back. Daryl wasn’t far behind, his own bag nearly half full already. You hopped up onto the counter and knocked against the metal cage a few times and listened. When nothing came for you, you dropped to the ground and started making your way through the inventory, searching for everything on Doc’s list.

Daryl grabbed up more bandages and even found a new pair of crutches for Herschel if he needed them. You continued through the pharmacy, but when you once again found Daryl watching you, you out down the bottle of pills you had been holding and faced him. “What is it, Daryl?” you asked. 

“Nothin’,” he mumbled, dropping his head. 

“Don’t ‘nothin’ me,” you said, reading him like a book. “What’s wrong? You still pissed I came with you guys?”

“Nah, that’s not it,” he said, looking at you again. You waited. Daryl sighed, hiking up his bow on his shoulder. “Yer too calm,” he said. “Yer whole family is gone and yer actin’ like nothin’ happened.” 

“Not all my family,” you reminded him. Daryl set his jaw. You stepped closer to him. “Daryl, I’m doing everything to keep it together right now,” you told him. “You think it’s easy for me to get up every morning with her face still in my mind? You think that I don’t hear her screams every time I go to bed or see Carter’s blood on my hands every time I kill a Walker? I see them and feel them every damn day, but I don’t have the luxury to wallow and break down. If I sit and cry and don’t keep goin’, I’ll die and then their deaths mean nothing.”

“I know,” he whispered. 

“You know what the last thing Car said to me? He told me to go find my brothers,” you said, taking his hand. “Carter never thought for a moment that you two jackasses died and that is what kept me goin’. That is what is keepin’ me calm.”

“I couldn’t do that,” Daryl admitted, squeezing your hand tighter. 

“But ya have,” you reminded him. “Carl told me about the people you’ve lost. He told me about Sophia.” 

“She wasn’t mine,” Daryl told you. 

“But she was innocent and you cared enough to look for her all that time. She was just a child, too, Daryl.”

“Are ya gonna tell me it wasn’t my fault?” he asked. 

“Nah, you already know it’s not.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead just as you used to when you were younger. “You reek,” you said, scrunching your nose. 

“Welcome to the end of the world, sweetheart.”

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The two of you, after filling your bags, met up with Glenn and Rick. 

Glenn was on his back in the parking lot, pushing a Walker off of him as Rick stabbed it through the head. He grimaced as Rick helped him up. “Why am I always the one to get tackled?” Glenn asked, picking off pieces of Walker from his shirt. 

“Cause ya never shut up,” Daryl said as you two approached. 

“Hilarious,” Glenn shot back. “How’d you do?” Glenn asked you. 

“Got what we needed,” you confirmed. “You?’ 

“We got enough for now,” Rick said, raising the bag he had with him. “Gonna need to get some fresh meat soon, though,” he said looking at Daryl. You turned to your brother, surprised. 

“You hunt for them?” you asked. Daryl shrugged. 

“Someone has to,” he muttered. You rolled your eyes at his modesty. 

“Well don’t expect me to do any huntin’,” you said starting to load up the duffel bags. “I didn’t get the mountain man gene.”

“I don’t remember ya being this annoyin’,” Daryl said with a small smile. You shoved him lightly. You turned to look at Rick and Glenn. 

“How have ya’ll put up with him for this long?” 

“He’s like a stray dog,” Glenn joked, “Just kind of kept following us until we decided to keep him.”

“Keep laughin’, Rhee,” Daryl said. Glenn grinned at him and Daryl rolled his eyes, climbing onto his bike. Glenn went to get in the car and Rick grabbed the other bag from you. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly to Rick. He looked at you in confusion. 

“For what?” 

“For keepin’ an eye on him. Looks like you’ve gotten pretty close,” You said, looking at Daryl as he checked his bike. Rick placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“He’s saved my ass a few times too. We’re alive because of him,” Rick admitted. You looked up at him and into those blue eyes that had seen some brutal thing and saw the truth. Rick and Daryl had become brothers and it made your heart swell. 

“Thanks,” you whispered and patted his hand before joining Daryl on the back of the bike. “Any chance I can convince you to let me drive?” you asked, peering over his shoulder. Daryl snorted. 

“Sorry, only mountain men get to drive,” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Very funny.” 

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[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

First of all i want to give a shout out to @ayumiko​ for letting me use her amazing gifs in my writing! I mean just look at them! Be sure to go check out her stuff <3 (the middle gif’s credit goes to @atticwraith)

Overlooked | Ikuya Kirishima x Reader

Anon asked: Hi! Can I request an Ikuya x reader? Maybe a reader who’s really outgoing and stuff, kind of like the total opposite of him. At first he’s kind of annoyed by them, but then he slowly warms up and actually misses them when they’re out sick from school. He goes and visits and things go from there! As a fic writer myself, I thank you so much for providing for fandoms! You’re doing amazing.

A/n: sorry if the ending is a bit tacky, I didn’t know exactly how to end it off

Genre: a bit angsty? fluff at the end

Word count: ~2k this ones a bit long

“Catch up with you guys later ok?” You waved your teammates goodbye as soon as you had spotted a familiar head of deep sea green hair.

“Hey Ikuya!” He turned around and was met with your big smile, nodding in response. You quickly made your way over to him before noticing a third party.

“Oh, hello to you too Hiyori.” Your smile was returned with a little wave of his own. Teeth clenched, because we know he’s internally screaming

“First name basis huh?” Hiyori asked tartly, however a smile still present on his features.

“No need to be so uptight! We’ve all been given a name for a reason, so we can be called by it! By the way we’ve all been acquainted long enough.” You nudged Hiyori slightly in return, glancing at Ikuya, who just cared about making it to class on time. “Which is why I’m constantly telling you two to also call me (f/n)!”

“Hmmm.” Hiyori gave you a closed eyed smile before picking up the pace to catch up with his friend. I’m telling’ ya, internal screaming.

“Hey you two! Wait up!”

Students shuffled into the classroom, you took your usual seat next to Ikuya. You were taking notes when something had caught your eye. “Woah! You’re a really good artist Ikuya!” You leaned in next to him, pointing at the little doodles on the edge of his paper. Instinctively, the boy grabbed his notebook, blocking it from your view.

“T-They’re nothing.” He stated simply and went back to writing, this time with a protective arm shielding his work.

“...you could just take the compliment you know..” you muttered looking away. You felt a tap on your shoulder, making your eyes light up, only to find that it was just another classmate asking for help. You sighed and leaned over behind Ikuya to try and explain the problem.

The bell rang not too soon after. You and Ikuya began gathering your things, fingers brushing slightly in the process. You had managed to stumble out a sorry, but found that the boy was already halfway out the door; oblivious to you, with a small dust of pink hinted on his cheeks.

The next few days were the same, school work, friends, volleyball (yes you play volleyball k? I was watching haikyuu. I couldn’t help it), more volleyball, and failed attempts at a conversation with Ikuya.

“Hey Ikuya! Check it out! There’s a new cafe that’s opened nearby, some friends and I are gonna go check it out, you wanna come?”

“No, sorry I’ve got plans.”

Each day made your heart sink even more, along with the pile of stress, schoolwork and volleyball weighing on your shoulders. Nevertheless, you put on the same bright smile, known to everyone around you, and kept on.

“(L/n)?” Your face lit up at the sound of the familiar voice to your right, “...my eraser rolled over, can you reach it?”

“Huh? Yeah sure!” You gave him a smile and bent down, holding your hand out slightly before something struck you.

Why? Why do I feel like I need his attention? Why am I so pathetic? The realization was like a stab, penetrating deeper and deeper.

“(L/n)?.....(l/n)?....are you okay?”

You broke out of your trance and reached for the eraser, “S-sorry.” You placed the eraser in Ikuya’s hand, who was now looking at you with slight concern. You were silent after that, paying mind to your own work, failing to notice the boy next to you glance at you with worry.

The rest of the day consisted of you dwelling in your own thoughts, ignoring the calls of your friends and teammates. Skipping practice, you went straight home and sprawled out on your bed. Picking up your nearby volleyball, spreading your fingers into a setting position, you began gently tossing the ball up and down with hundreds of thoughts beginning to cloud your brain. Ikuya was never one to hide his annoyance, you knew that. But maybe you did talk too much, and maybe some of your friendships were forced. Were you trying too hard? Were people, unlike Ikuya, hiding their annoyance? Your insecurities that you thought you had left long behind, came flooding back. You shut your eyes tightly, thinking that would make the thoughts go away, as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm pounding at your head, and made your way to the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, you took a good look at yourself in the mirror. The thoughts of last night still swirling in your head, making it feel like it was going to explode. Suddenly you felt something rise at the back of your throat, as you scrambled towards the the toilet and let it all out. The throbbing sensation on your right side became more prominent, the lights around you making it worse.

A couple of hours later, you thought you had heard your phone ring. Quite a few times actually. Great to know people care about me, you thought sarcastically. You decided to stay home with all the lights off and the blinds tightly shut, every movement or thought pulsating your head further. You couldn’t remember exactly when, but you had eventually passed out on the couch, failing to hear the sound of your front door opening.

“(L/n)?....” Ikuya had suspected something was up with you these past couple of days. Although the facade you had built around you might have fooled another, you had been around to constantly bug, not that he really minded deep down, for Ikuya to realize you were acting different.

“(L/n)!” Ikuya panicked, his eyes adjusting to the dark space, to catch a glimpse of a limp silhouette passed out on the couch. He quickly came to your side, checking to make sure you were okay.

H-huh? You slowly began to wake to a hovering dark figure with amber eyes looking over you in concern. Ikuya?

Ikuya quickly backed away, face flushed and glad it was dark, once he had realized you were awake. You however, took a moment to just stare at him, headache or whatever forgotten.

Am I hallucinating? Why is Ikuya here?

“....you weren’t at school and your friends were saying how you weren’t answering any of their calls....you’ve been acting weird for the past couple of days....so I came to check on you...” Even in the dark, you could see the glimmer of his cat-like eyes.

Wait? He noticed?

“I also brought you the notes you all the notes and assignments you missed...your captain was pretty pissed off too...” He moved forward, hesitantly resting his hand on your forehead before moving to his bag to take out his notebook and some other papers. “You don’t feel all that warm...are you sure you’re not just skipping?”

Has he always been this talkative?

He stopped and turned expectantly, waiting for your reply. Before you could even think about opening your mouth, another surge of pain made its way, with you clenching the right side of your head in pain.

“M-migraine...” you managed to barely get out. Instantly, Ikuya was at your side, crouched down, back facing towards you.

“We should probably get you somewhere you can actually relax first.” He kept his pink-tinted face forward, waiting for you to climb onto his back, which you did without complaints. You warily pointed a finger in the direction of your bedroom, as he slowly made his way and rested you gently on the bed, before awkwardly standing off to the side. You pointed with your eyes, still in pain, to the edge of your mattress. After a few minutes of silence, you began to make sense of your situation.

“Why’d you come here Ikuya....?” You propped yourself against your pillows, head hung low to hide the blush creeping up your neck and cheeks.

Ikuya was silent for a bit before whispering ever so slightly, “You were more quiet than usual for the past week....I got worried....”

You were barely able to catch the last part as your eyes widened, before lowering back your gaze. “Shouldn’t you be relieved though? I’m not being annoying or a nuisance to you...”

Ikuya’s head shot up as he suddenly lunged towards you. “I don’t-,” before composing himself, “I don’t think you’re annoying...I actually like when you talk to me...” again, the last part barely above a whisper.

“Ikuya...” Another tinge pain shot up throughout the side of your head, as you let out a small whimper.

“D-do you need some medicine?! Where’s your cabinet?!” You let out a giggle, before it turned into full blown laughter, headache completely forgotten. Ikuya looked at you confused while you wiped the corners of your eyes. There was something about your disheveled, humorous state, that made Ikuya feel a complexity of emotions suddenly stir inside of him. Soon, and he had no idea why, he started to laugh along with you. You paused and took in his image, the feelings in your own heart becoming more evident.

“....here I was thinking you hated my guts...” you murmured softly, shaking your head, but then instantly regretting it. “But, I already took some medicine not too long ago.” You paused again, but this time more seriously. Despite the painful state you were currently in, you still couldn’t ignore the gut feeling in your stomach.

“Ikuya...you are aware right?” Ikuya was now also looking directly at you. “...aware how I feel about you...” He froze, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised. He could no longer deny the growing feeling in his heart either. He blushed and looked away,

“...I feel the same way about you too (f/n)...for a while now...”

He said it softly, but you were just able to catch the last part as your eyes were now bulging out of your sockets. He caught a glimpse of your expression before suddenly backing away, as if he had said something wrong.

“W-what is it! W-why are you looking at me like that.”

“That’s the first....first time you ever called me by my first name...”

And for a while now? Maybe you really were oblivious.

By the look on his face, he had just realized this as well, but crossed his arms anyways, avoiding eye contact.

“It is your name you know...of course I would call you by it...” Your body moved before you had time to process what you were doing, and soon your cool hands met warm, as Ikuya gently sat back down, face now red, but still avoiding your gaze. Just as you were about to say something, a familiar sensation danced it’s way back, as you squeezed your eyes shut, removing your hands from Ikuya’s to clutch onto your head.

“Here lie down...” you obeyed, bracing for the next wave of pain, only to be met with slender fingers running through your locks, massaging in place once they had found their destination. You relaxed under Ikuya’s touch, eyelids becoming heavy.

Ikuya smiled to himself, scooting closer and watching your brows slowly unknit, as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber. ~

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[thegreatestofheck]

The Girl with No Heartbeat Pt.7 ⊰JJ Maybank⊱

(gif not mine! all credit to to kitaplarinicindeyasayankiz!)

find the first 6 parts here on my masterlist! 

word count - 6.0k  warnings - some swearing, mentions of a fight and the aftermath, mentions of death and typical siren stuff (eating people and what not)  synopsis - The hunt for the truth behind Big John’s disappearance is on. An impromptu dinner goes exactly how Mera thought it would.  a/n - What is this??? Real plot?? In my mermaid!au?? Impossible. Well, here we are, bridging into canon material. It’s gonna be super different than actual canon, but it will have a good portion of the same stuff that happens. Also, my difference of opinions on Big John really comes out from fic to fic. Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I love him. It’s very interesting. 

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“What’s in that room?” Mera asked as she passed through the hallway, following closely behind John B. He had wanted to show her something, but when they passed by the locked door that she had seen so many times before, she let her curiosity get the best of her. 

John B froze. The light and airy demeanor he usually carried around hardened and she watched him go stiff. Mera thought about taking her question back, but before she could, John B turned, looking at the door. There was a distance in his eyes, a deep pain. 

“This is my dad’s office,” he said and set a hand against the chipped wood. Mera remembered that he said something about losing his dad when they first met. Her heart sunk. Reaching out, she put a hand on his arm, making him flick his eyes toward hers. “They said he was lost at sea. Do you think….”

His painful pause and the shaking of his eyes as he looked at her told Mera exactly what the rest of his question was. 

“Show me a picture of him,” Mera said. If John B wanted to know if she had eaten his father, she would do anything to settle his mind. It would also make her feel better to know she hadn’t killed her new friend’s dad. John B walked back down the hallway a little more toward some pictures that were hung on the wall. He looked at one, a smile starting to pull on his lips. 

“Here,” he said, tapping on the glass. “That’s my dad.” 

Mera peered around John B’s shoulder and into the picture. Staring back at her was a kindly looking man with a soft smile on his lips. His hair was long and a scruffy, peppered beard grew from his face. A pair of round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Looking at him made Mera smile. 

“Hello,” she whispered the the man behind the glass. “My name is Mera. I’m your niece.” 

John B looked down at her, an eyebrow raised. Mera wasn’t sure why staring at this man’s face made her feel so welcome and yet so sad at the same time. His was a face she felt like she should know, but she didn’t. 

She didn’t recognize him. That was good. There wasn’t a single soul she had dragged the depths that she didn’t remember. Looking over at John B, who was staring down at her expectantly, she shook her head. 

“It wasn’t us,” Mera said and looked back at the picture. “If your father is dead, it wasn’t one of us who killed him.” 

John B let out an exasperated growl, turning away from her and running his hands through his hair. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” She asked. “He still might be alive.”

“I don’t really care if he’s alive or if he’s dead, Mera,” he said. When he turned back to look at her, tears in his beautiful eyes. “I’m just sick of not knowing. I wake up every morning half expecting him to be passed out on the couch or working in the backyard and every morning it hits me again that he’s not here and I don’t know why.” 

Mera let out a slow sigh through her nose and nodded her head. 

“Then let’s find out,” she said firmly. 

“What?”

“You and me. And the others if they want to help. We’re all smart enough together to figure this out.” Mera crossed her arms, determination set. 

“What can we do that the cops haven’t already done?” 

Mera scoffed. 

“What are enforcers good for? All they’ve ever done in my line of business is terrorize people,” Mera said. John B almost cracked a smile as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“To be fair, your line of business was theft, murder, and general swashbuckling.” 

Mera nodded her head and pursed her lips. 

“Fair.” Mera took a step closer to John B, putting a hand on his arm once again. “Cos, you want answers and I want to help you get them, anyway that I can.” 

“What could we do? Where would we even start?” 

“Well,” Mera turned to look at the closed office door. “What was your dad working on before he went missing?” 

John B sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. 

“He was looking for the Royal Merchant,” he said. Mera remembered him mentioning that too. She nodded. “I can help with that. I knew the survivor, Denmark Tanny. We worked together,” Mera said. John B’s eyes widened. 

“There was a survivor?” He gawked. Mera looked at him and nodded. 

“One. A slave. He lived and supposedly took the gold and-” 

John B was pulling the keys from his pocket before she could say anything else, walking toward the lock. 

Once the lock was free, John B paused with his hand on the doorknob and let out a calming breath. 

“We could call the others and wait for them,” Mera told him. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

John B looked back at her with a soft smile. 

“I’m not alone,” he said. “I have you.” 

An unfamiliar feeling bloomed throughout Mera as John B turned back toward the door and pushed it open. A smile pulled gently at her lips and there was a sting of tears in her eyes. She’d only known John B and the others for a few days. How was it that they trusted her so much? And how was it possible that she had grown to trust them? 

Mera followed after John B as he stepped into the dark and cluttered room. For a few moments, there was absolute silence as the two looked around. It was only broken by John B’s sharp intake of breath. He reached out and took Mera’s hand in his. She looked down, shocked at the sudden movement. When he squeezed her hand, she realized he was just looking for an inkling of comfort in a place that was so full of monsters and memories. 

“This looks like my father’s quarters,” Mera said to break the second silence. “His thoughts were always all over the place. No one could really ever understand his methods, except my mother.” 

John B let out a little laugh. 

“Yeah.” He walked forward, letting his hand slide out of Mera’s as he stepped up to the desk. He ran his hand over a stack of dusty papers. “He never made sense to anyone else but me.” 

“So, let’s figure out what he was working on just before he went out on that boat, who was he working with, everything.” 

“My dad didn’t work with anyone,” John B said, sliding into a chair and scooping a pile of papers into his hands. 

“Maybe something changed,” Mera replied settling herself in a chair across from him. “You never know. We need to go through every possible option.” 

“Then we’re going to need more hands.” 

“I’ll call the others.” 

An hour later, JJ, Pope, and Kie were all standing in the office, looking around in awe. 

“I’ve slept over a million times,” Pope said as he spun in slow circles, taking in everything. “And I’ve never once seen that door opened.” 

“Me neither,” said JJ, who was poking at a board of old pictures. 

“What can we do?” Kie asked, putting her hands on the back of Mera’s chair and leaning over her shoulder to read the papers she was holding. 

“We’re just trying to find out what he was doing before he left,” John B said. “Just read anything you can get your hands on. Whatever seems important put in this pile over here.” 

Kie nodded her head. 

“Will do, Boss.” She picked up a stack of papers, hopped up onto a counter and started reading. Pope followed suit, but JJ kept wandering. 

“Aren’t you going to help?” Mera asked, peering up at him. JJ shrugged, picking some paint off of the wall. 

“My attention span doesn’t like sitting and reading for extended periods of time,” he said with a playful smile. Mera raised an eyebrow. 

“Well, here. Look through these pictures then. See if anything stands out to you,” she said, shuffling through some of her papers and handing them to him. He smiled at her. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a southern drawl. 

“Thank you, darling,” she mocked before returning to her papers. Once again, she missed the red tint of JJ’s ears as she looked away. What she didn’t miss was the way John B cocked a brow at her when she glanced up at him. 

“What?” she said. John B shook his head and let out a little laugh. 

“Nothing, cos.” 

They spent the next few hours doing nothing more than this. Except JJ, who had to go outside and kick a tree for a few minutes to take out his pent up energy. Eventually, John B set down his papers and let out a heavy breath. 

“Anyone else starving?” he asked. 

“God, I thought you’d never ask,” Pope groaned, putting his papers down. 

“I call shotgun!” JJ pulled himself all the way into the house (having been sitting in an open windowsill, one leg outside and one in) and ran for the front door. Kie rolled her eyes as Pope raced after him. 

“The Wreck?” Kie asked, sliding off of the counter where she’d been perched. 

“Sure,” John B said. Kie nodded her head as she lifted her arms, stretching out her back. Mera pushed herself out of the seat and dropped a hand on John B’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. 

“Thank you,” he said to her, staring down at a picture of him and his dad. Mera just gave him a smile before falling in step with Kie. 

~~~

It wouldn’t be a day on Kildare Island if everything went perfectly to plan. 

As soon as the bus pulled up to the Wreck, JJ let out an over-exaggerated groan from the front seat. He stopped flicking his lighter lid. 

“Looks like we’ve got company,” he said. Mera turned and peered out the front window. Her stomach dropped when she saw Rafe standing out by his motorcycle with Topper, Sarah, and another boy that Mera hadn’t yet met. 

“We’ll just ignore them and they’ll ignore us,” Pope said confidently. 

“Because that always works so well,” grumbled John B as he put the bus in park. 

“As long as JJ doesn’t say anything stupid and Mera doesn’t punch anybody, we’ll be fine,” Pope said, his tone no less confident than before. Mera and JJ locked gazes and both rolled their eyes. 

Kie was the first to open the side door, uncharacteristically silent. Of course she was. Sarah was there. Mera fully intended on getting to the bottom of their fued, hoping that she could somehow help to mend it, but now was definitely not the time, especially not when Rafe was standing right there. 

Their secret friendship had to stay secret, for her sake and for his. All Mera could do was pray that he wouldn’t call attention to her as she clambered after Kie, who spared no time in strolling up to the Wreck as if the other group of teens weren’t there. 

“Oh, hey, John B,” Topper said, smiling as the boys got out of the car. 

“Ignore him,” Pope whispered. Mera slowed to a stop, turning just enough to indicate she was waiting for her friends. Her gaze passed over Rafe’s briefly and she stiffened. They both looked away. 

“Hi, Mera,” Sarah said with a smile. “How are you?” 

“I’m going well,” Mera replied with a smile. Topper snaked an arm around Sarah’s waist. Mera heard Kie suck in an irritated breath from behind. “Just hungry.” 

“Aren’t we all,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in the air. “What if we all ate together? My treat.” 

There was a series of eyerolls from everyone present. The only one who seemed to like the idea was Rafe, who was smiling. He met Mera’s gaze again and she pressed her lips together, doing her best to communicate how badly she did not want to be doing this. 

“Come on.” Rafe elbowed Topper, who knocked into Sarah, who sent her brother a death glare as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. “It’ll be fun.” 

Everyone was frozen solid, rooted where they stood. Mera glanced over at JJ, whose jaw was clenched tight, his gaze fixed on Rafe in a glare. 

“I don’t care what we do,” Pope said tentatively, speaking as if he was walking on glass. “I just wanna eat.” 

“So it’s settled.” Rafe walked forward and clapped JJ on the shoulder with one of his large hands. Mera flinched. Rafe turned toward her, walking up the ramp right past her. “This will be fun, yeah?” 

Mera gave him her best glare as he walked by. Topper, Sarah, and the other boy followed after him quickly, but it took the others a little bit longer.

“So much for ignoring them,” John B grumbled to Pope who sighed and dipped his head. 

“Why can’t we just have one normal meal?” He whined as the two of them walked toward the glass door. 

“Are we really doing this?” Kie asked, arms crossed as she watched Sarah and Topper slid into the booth that her father had led them to. 

“Do we have a choice?” Mera replied, her eyes fixed on Rafe who wore the biggest innocent smile she had ever seen. Her hands clenched into fists and she heavily considered punching him in the face again. 

“I vote we make a break for it,” said JJ, standing on the other side of Mera. 

“You’re really gonna run away from free food?” Mera asked him. He sighed and his stomach rumbled in response to her question. “Right. In we go.” 

“Hey, Dad,” Kie said as she pushed the door open. 

“You want to explain to me what exactly is happening here?” Mike Carrera said, leaning over the counter. 

“If I could, I would tell you,” Kie said and rolled her eyes, making her dad chuckle. 

“Mera,” Mike said, turning to look at her. “How are you doing?” 

“Better, thank you,” Mera told him. She had come up with an easy lie that she ate too many Swedish Fish and they gave her strange dreams and that nightmares weren’t usual occurrences for her. Still, he seemed to worry. 

“You ever need anything, you let me know,” he told her before nodding over at JJ. “JJ.”

“Hey,” was the boy’s response. 

Mera followed Kie and JJ to the table. Kie sat as far away from Sarah as she possible could, sitting in between John B and the edge of the table across from Pope. JJ sat between Sarah and John B, leaving only one spot for Mera. Right across from him, in between Rafe and the other boy. She gave JJ a quick glare, but he didn’t see it. 

Mera slid into her seat as quietly as she could, not wanting to draw attention to herself. 

“I’m Kelce,” the boy said, extending a hand for her. Mera shook it amicably and gave him a strained smile. She turned her back almost completely on Rafe to give Kelce her full attention (and to pretend that Rafe was not there). 

“Mera.” 

“Rafe says you’re new around here.” 

“Yeah, I just moved from California.” 

“Really? Why would you trade California for this?” Kelcce laughed. 

“Oh, you know, family or something like that,” Mera glanced over to John B with a smile, who pretended to be way too interested in the menu. 

“You have family in the OBX?” Kelce asked as he took a drink of water.

“John over there is my cousin,” Mera said, pointing at him. Kelce choked on the water he was drinking, forced to cover his mouth with his hand. 

“No fucking way.” 

Mera laughed as she watched John B roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath. 

“Yes fucking way.” 

“Well, damn.” Kelce and Mera both laughed for a moment. “I’m glad to finally meet you. Rafe talks about you all the time.” 

Mera felt ice run through her veins and she felt her cheeks heat up. Rafe spluttered through his own drink from the other side of her. Across the table, JJ tightened his grip around his knife. 

“All good things, I’m sure.” Mera tried to keep the sneer out of her voice, but she wasn’t sure she succeeded. 

Mike came over to take orders just after that. JJ asked for the most expensive thing on the menu, sending Rafe a cocky smirk which made Mera huff angrily. Rafe seemed completely unphased and ordered the exact same thing. 

Rafe ignored Mera most of the night, so she was caught in pleasant small talk with Kelce, which wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. Considering who his friends were, he wasn’t the worst person to have a conversation with. She felt JJ tap her shin from underneath the table, making her look at him. She had to stifle a bout of laughter when she saw two straws sticking out of his nose. 

“Watch this,” he said, leaning the straws into his almost completely full water cup. 

“JJ, no,” Kie pleaded, dropping her chin into her propped up hands. Mera just watched on with an amused smile on her face. He sent her a wink just before blowing as much air out of his nose and through the straws as possible. Mera nearly shrieked with laughter as the water started to bubble as if it was boiling, spilling over the rim and onto the table. 

“Classy,” Rafe said, his voice tight. 

A waiter brought out their food. It was a mad scramble to get all the right things, but when everyone finally had their meal, the tension started to build up once again. 

“So, Mera,” Sarah said, twisting her fork around the shrimp pasta. “There’s a party at my house this weekend and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go.” 

“Oh, um-” 

Kie slammed her water cup down on the wood table. 

“You’re just going to invite her and not everyone else here?” Kie asked, gripping the glass in her hand so tight that Mera was afraid she was going to shatter it. Pope and John B ate slowly, their eyes flicking between Sarah and Kie. Kelce seemed completely unbothered, minding his own business as he ate. JJ and Rafe were caught in an eating-slash-glaring contest. 

“It’s Top’s birthday,” Sarah said, placing a hand over Topper’s that made Kie glare even harder. “I didn’t think you would come if I asked.” 

“You could have asked anyway.”

“Kiara, do you want to come to Topper’s birthday this weekend?” Sarah asked, her voice tight and rising steadily. 

“No, I fucking wouldn’t,” Kie hissed, shoving her chair backward and storming off. Mera cringed, standing to follow her. For the first time since sitting down, Rafe acknowledged her presence by grabbing onto her elbow.

“Don’t touch her,” JJ said. 

“I can speak for myself, JJ,” Mera snapped. She snatched her arm from Rafe’s grip. “Don’t touch me.” 

“My sister asked you a question, Mera,” he said, looking up at her. Mera sighed. 

“Sarah, thank you for the offer. I’ll have to think about it,” Mera said, trying to give Sarah an honest smile. Sarah just nodded, pulling her hand from Topper’s and leaning back in her chair, looking defeated. “Happy early birthday, Topper.” 

“Thank you, Mera.” The smile the boy gave her felt fake, but she wasn’t sure why. 

Pope stood up from his chair, obviously still thinking about Kie, and went to find her. 

“This fish is really good,” John B said, looking at his plate as he tried to fill the awkward silence that followed Pope’s departure. 

“Yeah,” Kelce agreed. Mera had barely even touched her food, but her stomach was rolling with discomfort. 

“You wanna take this outside?” Rafe growled, suddenly standing up. 

“Let’s fucking go, dude,” JJ snapped in return. 

“What-” 

Mera didn’t even have time to ask a question before both boys booked it for the front door. 

John B and Topper glanced at each other for a moment before following after their friends. 

“Topper!” Sarah cried. Soon, she too was gone. Mera let out a sigh, slouching in her chair while Kelce continued to eat his food in peace. 

“They’re fighting, aren’t they?” Mera huffed, looking at her food. Kelce nodded slowly. 

“They’re definitely fighting.” 

“How’s the fish?” She asked, picking up her spoon again to start eating. Somewhere outside, there was a scream and a loud crashing sound. 

“It’s amazing. Mr. Carrera always makes the best food.” 

“Could I try a bit?” 

“Sure, as long as I can try some of that soup.” 

Kelce and Mera swapped dishes as the sounds of shouting grew louder. 

“Man, that is some good soup,” Kelce said. 

“Right?” They swapped plates again. “And that fish is cooked to perfection.” 

“It always is.” 

“Do you think Sarah would mind if I…?” Mera nodded toward Sarah’s nearly full plate. Kelce shook his head. 

“She’s not likely to come back for it.” 

“Great. You want some?”

“Hell yeah.” 

The two picked food off of the left over plates, chatting back and forth and moaning over how good all the food was until the front door burst open once again. 

“Mera,” a sweaty and bloody faced John B said. “We’re leaving.” 

Mera stood up quickly, grabbing one last roll of bread. 

“It was wonderful to meet you, Kelce,” she said as she shimmied around him. 

“And you too,” he replied. “We should do this again sometime.” 

Mera looked outside and grimaced. 

“Maybe not.” 

“Nah, probably not.” 

“See you around?” 

“Yup.” 

With that, Mera rushed outside to join her friends in the bus. 

“Fat load of help you were,” JJ huffed at Mera as she held an ice pack to his eye. She narrowed her eyes at him. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to the food to go to waste,” she said. 

“You sat there and ate with Kelce while we got beat up?”

“Yes, because I try not to act like a child,” she snapped at him. JJ grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. Kie drove and Pope was in the passenger seat, leaving Mera in the back with the bloodied up boys. It wasn’t anything too serious, just a few bruises and a busted lip or two, but they still looked miserable. 

“Well, that was delightful,” Pope mused in a mocking tone. “And I didn’t even get to finish my dinner.” 

“Trust me, it was really good,” Mera told him. He turned around and stuck his tongue out at her, making her laugh quietly. “On the bright side, Rafe still had to pay for everything.” 

That didn’t really make anyone else feel any better. 

“What’s going on with you and Rafe anyway?” JJ asked. Mera scowled down at him, her heart starting to pound. 

“Nothing. I work at his house, that’s all,” she told him as she moved over to John B to help him clean the blood off of his nose. 

“I work at his house and there’s nothing weird between us,” John B said. 

“Hate to break it to you, buddy,” Pope said, “but you’re not a smoking hot girl.” 

Mera’s face flushed as Kie scolded Pope, who didn’t really seem to understand what exactly he had said wrong until it was too late. 

When Mera looked back at JJ, he was still watching her carefully. He wasn’t glaring like he was before, but he definitely wasn’t happy. He was getting suspicious. She did her best to smile at him before finally settling down. They were mostly silent all the way back to the Chateau. The only sound to be heard was the rumbling of Pope’s stomach. 

~~~

Pope and John B raided the fridge when they got back, nearly fighting over the only non-expired can of yogurt. Kie went straight home. JJ flopped on the couch, pulling a magazine out from under his pillow. He refused to look up at Mera as she leaned against the wall, laughing quietly as Pope and John B bickered. 

She had a feeling that JJ was mad at her. Part of her wanted him to just come out and say it so that she could just explain everything without feeling like an idiot. Another part of her wanted to ignore him right back. She went with the latter choice. The rest of the night, Mera and JJ didn’t speak to each other, talking instead through Pope and John B, who were far too hungry to notice. 

By the time everyone was ready for bed, Mera could barely keep her eyes open. 

“Night,” she called sleepily to the boys, who had all elected to sleep on the pullout together, leaving her the spare room. 

“Night,” Pope and John B chorused, already half asleep. 

“Night, princess.” 

Mera was almost too sleepy to hear JJ. Almost. 

~~~

Going to work the next day was probably one of the most nerve wracking things she had done in a long while. Even if Rafe blamed her for how last night ended, Mera didn’t care. He had started it. She was more than prepared to take him on in a duel if that was what he wanted. She was mostly afraid that word would get back to Ward and he would fire her or that Sarah wouldn’t want to be her friend anymore. Neither of which sounded fun to her. 

Luckily, Sarah greeted her with the same smile she did every morning and Ward was nowhere to be found. 

“Did you think about coming to Topper’s birthday tomorrow night?” Sarah asked, helping Mera move a large fridge out of the way so she could dust off a wooden nightstand. 

“Not yet,” Mera said. “Last night was a little bit crazy.” 

Sarah rolled her eyes. 

“If my brother wasn’t such a dick all the time, I think I could actually make friends with you guys. I just wish his reputation hadn’t tarnished mine.” There was a real sadness in her voice as she spoke. 

“I don’t think it’s your brother,” Mera told her truthfully. Sarah froze. 

“What?” 

“It’s Kiara. Whatever happened between you two, that has to be fixed before there’s any hope at all of you being friends with the others.” 

Sarah seemed to deflate.

“Kiara will never forgive me,” she said. 

“I don’t believe that.” 

When Sarah looked up at Mera, there were large tears in her eyes. 

“I fucked up, Mera,” she whispered, her words shaking and full of grief. “Real bad. And it’s been so long and I let the bad blood between us go on for too long and I don’t think I can ever make things right with her again.” 

Mera sighed and put a hand on Sarah’s shuddering shoulder. 

“Do you want to make things right?” Sarah nodded vehemently. “Then don’t give up. Kie will come around eventually.” 

Sarah nodded again, slower this time, and swallowed. 

“Do you want me to find you some stain or something for that?” Sarah asked, pointing at the nightstand. “It’ll make it look better.” 

“I would really appreciate that, Sarah,” Mera said with a smile. 

“Be right back.” 

Rafe didn’t come to see Mera at all that day, or the next day for that matter. Mera was disappointed only because she wanted to fight at him so badly. JJ was warming up to her again, but still really only spoke to her on the rare occasion. Mera was also ready to fight him too. Hell, she was prepared to fight them both if it came down to it. All she would need was a sword….

“So, Mera,” John B said from across the table, pulling her from her thoughts. “You decided if you’re going over to Sarah’s tonight?” 

“Um, yeah, actually,” Mera said, shaking her head. “I was going to head over in a bit. Sarah is going to lend me something to wear.” 

John B nodded his head slowly, but JJ just crunched on his burnt toast. 

“You’ll be careful, right?” John B said. Mera watched him carefully for a few seconds. 

“You’re not seriously going to father me right now.” “What?” 

“My own father has said those exact same words to me before a party,” Mera said, now trying to hide a smile. John B scowled, flustered. 

“I’m not...I just wanna make sure...I mean, you’re kinda my responsibility and I want you to be safe,” John B said, crossing his arms. Mera couldn’t help but laugh as she stood and stood next to him.

“Sure, Dad.” Her comment made John B roll his eyes. 

“Be sure to bring protection,” JJ said almost bitterly. The light atmosphere dampened as Mera and John B both turned to look at him. 

“I don’t have a sword,” Mera told him. JJ’s eyelids fluttered shut and she could tell that he was trying not to laugh at her, which made her mood turn sour. 

“That’s not the kind of protection he means,” John B said with a slight upturn of a smile. She scowled down at him, not really wanting to ask for an explanation but hoping he would give one anyway. “He’s talking about condoms, dear cousin.” 

“I’m unfamiliar with the term.” 

“You’re telling me you went out tapping without condoms?” JJ asked, leaning forward on the table, crossing his hands in front of him. “Yeesh.” 

“Will one of you please act like a grownup and explain to me what you’re talking about?” Her tone was harsher than she had meant it, but it seemed to snap John B into order. 

“They’re for sex, Mera. You...wrap your willy with it to protect from diseases and to keep the girl from getting pregnant,” John B said, refusing to look at her. 

“Oh. Hmm. That sounds rather useful. I’ll be sure to bring one of those then,” she said. “Thank you, JJ.” 

He blanched at her statement. 

“No, you weren’t-” He froze and scowled. “Fine. Whatever. Do what you want.” 

With that, he pushed him out of his seat and walked out the front door. 

“I’m extremely confused,” Mera said. “Do you mind explaining to me what just happened?” 

“I may be thinking that JJ doesn’t want you sleeping with anyone at that party,” John B explained, his eyes fixed on the door, a small smirk on his face. He looked up at Mera, who continued to scowl. 

“I don’t see the problem,” she said. John B heaved out a sigh and pushed himself out of his chair. He dropped a hand on her shoulder and pressed his lips into a fine line. 

“I don’t either. I mean, JJ goes after any one who has a heartbeat. I can’t imagine why he’d be upset with you for doing the same thing.” 

With that, John B walked toward the back of the house, leaving Mera alone in the silence, painfully aware of the dead heart that refused to beat in her chest. 

~~~

Mera stood scowling in front of the mirror. Sarah stood off to the side, trying to hide an excited grin behind her hands. 

“Do you like it?” 

Mera hummed quietly to herself. She didn’t quite know yet if she liked the outfit. Sarah had put her in a loose white top with long, flowing sleeves, almost similar to the kinds of blouses that Mera was used to wearing. But the sleeves came off the shoulders and the collar dipped a little lower than Mera may have been comfortable with. Sarah paired the shirt with a brown skirt that twirled beautifully, but was rather short. It was the color and the fabric type that Mera might have worn as pants, but never this cut. There were sandals on her feet, but she was sure she was going to take them off. Her hair was braided and Sarah had even put makeup on her. It was completely different from what she remembered makeup being like. 

Somehow, the person staring at her looked like her, but didn’t look like her at the same time. 

“Wait, I have an idea,” Sarah said, running toward one of her dressers. “It’ll just tie the entire thing together.” 

She returned with a thick, dark brown belt. It was less of a belt and more of a corset. Mera’s eyes widened at the sight of it. She had always wanted a corset, but her mother had never let her get one. 

“Turn around.” 

Mera did as she was told and Sarah wrapped the thing around her, clipping it behind her back. Mera expected there to be some tightness or discomfort, but she felt perfectly fine. Turning back toward the mirror, Mera nodded her head. It did really pull the entire outfit together. The large buckle in the front reminded her of a belt that she used to wear almost daily. The smile on Mera’s face became real as she smoothed out the skirt. 

“I love it,” she said, looking at Sarah. “Thank you.” 

“No problem,” Sarah said with a wave of her hand. “Anything for you. Come on now, the boys will be waiting for us.” 

Sarah hooked her arm through Mera’s and started to pull her toward the door. 

“The...the boys? Why?” 

“They’re our protection for the night.” Mera scowled. That was the second time she had heard that word and this time, she didn’t think it meant a sword or a condom. 

“I’m confused.” 

“Listen, two beautiful girls like us can’t go to a party alone, not even in our own house. You need someone to always hold your drink while you’re in the bathroom. You need someone watching your back while you’re dancing or playing games. Topper is looking out for me, obviously, and Kelce said he’d look out for you. Naturally, that means they are our dates.” 

“Wait, what? Drinks? Dates? Kelce?”

“I asked Rafe to watch out for you, but he said he wasn’t coming, so I had to ask Kelce. Haven’t you gone to a party before? Always make sure someone is watching your drink so you don’t get drugged. It’s rule number one.” 

“God,” Mera breathed as Sarah pulled her down the stairs. 

“Yeah, crazy world, right? Girls can’t go to a simple birthday party without being afraid of getting attacked.” It was a serious subject to Mera, something she had seen happen so many times that she was almost shocked to hear how casually Sarah was talking about it. But then she realized that Sarah spoke so plainly because it was so rampant. Sarah had desensitized herself to the reality of the world so she could still enjoy a night with her friends without the crippling fear of being assaulted. 

“I’ll protect you,” Mera said seriously, pulling Sarah to a stop. “No one will hurt you.” 

Sarah gave her a soft smile and squeezed her hand. 

“Thank you. I will always have your back, too.” 

Even though Sarah looked calm, Mera could feel her heart pounding through her hands. 

“Come on, the boys are waiting,” Mera said, a smile spreading across her face. 

“Damn right they are.” Walking up the stairs was Topper and Kelce, both dressed spiffily. 

“Baby!” Sarah cried, running forward to embrace her boyfriend. “Happy birthday!” 

“Thanks, babe,” he said, putting his arms around Sarah’s shoulders and giving her a kiss. 

“Happy birthday,” Mera told him as Kelce walked forward to stand beside her. Topper barely heard her, too occupied with Sarah’s lips. “They’re not going to talk to us for the rest of the night, are they?”

Kelce sighed and shook his head. 

“It’s unlikely.” 

“Great.” 

“You wanna head down? Everything’s in full swing.” 

Mera sucked in a deep breath, calming her nerves the best she could before nodding. 

“Why the hell not?” 

Kelce walked beside Mera as they made their way down the steps. Mera’s eyes scanned the crowd of people waiting at the bottom and she felt her breath hitch. 

“You good?” Kelce asked. Mera nodded, but her teeth were sinking into her lower lip until she tasted blood. 

“I just haven’t been around this many people in a long time,” she told him honestly. “It’s a bit overwhelming.” 

“I take it you weren’t a party girl in California.” 

“No, I definitely was. I’ve just been...away…from the lifestyle for a while.” 

“Well,” Kelce said with a heavy sigh. “Why don’t we just walk through these people to that bar over there and drink until we’re drunk. How about that?” 

Mera felt herself smile and she nodded. 

“I would love that.” 

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Teen!Chucky /Charles Lee Ray x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Night Time Air 

Notes:

·         Y/B/F: Your best friend

·         This was inspired by Season 5 Pretty Little Liars when Caleb and Alison are rocky and Alison tries to tell Hanna not to be with him, and she goes ahead and gets back together with him. 

·         Told you I would overuse this gif. 

·         I should be doing requestssssss

Plot: 

Chucky is the boy at your school, that is well known for all the bad things he has done. He has no respect for anyone except… maybe you… and he is unpredictable, which is exactly why your friend, your bitchy, not-really-your-friend, frenemy-that-you-only-spend-any-of-your-time-with-because-your-real-friends-like-her tries to order you not to hang out with him.

You don’t take it well.

Warnings: Language maybe? 

~~~

It takes a few seconds before I can clear my enough, and stop myself from jumping to the conclusion of what she’s trying to tell me. Demand of me. “What?”

“You shouldn’t hang out with him anymore. I mean, I know he’s pretty and everything,” With a roll of her eyeshadow heavy eyes, she tries to infer to me, that my friendship with Chucky is so skin deep. Again, I bite my tongue and stop myself from saying anything, but oh, are there things coming to mind that I wish I would say. “But he’s never been any good, since kindergarten. I’m just looking out for you, you know. You know that I love you.” Oh, sure.

My blood boils at her words, and the fake way she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows, the  touch she manages to land on my arm before I flinch away that makes me feel disgusting. She has to be aware that we are not friends, and there is no one else around so where does she get off saying this stuff to me. Demanding something, from me like she’s got any authority. “Maybe you didn’t sense my complete disbelief the first time through your hairspray; I understand chemicals can interfere with alien sensory technology. So, let me say it again. What?”

“Woho,” She laughs, but I see under the thin, unimpressive veil of counterfeit that completes her look of total bitch, that she was not expecting a snap back like that. “Wow, Y/N. No need to get salty… “

Something about the night air has made me confident tonight, for sure. Because at school, there’s no way I’d say these things to her. I’m glad I came out tonight! “I don’t know where you think you get the authority to tell me what to do, but you’re mistaken.” Nervously, I glance past her into Y/B/F’s house to see if they were looking at us, because the last thing I need is drama with the others after this, and then stonily back at Jane. “Tell the others whatever, I’ll set it straight tomorrow. I gotta go, I happen to know where Chucky’ll be tonight.”

She narrows her eyes and looks miffed, but I’m already turning around, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket and walking off down the street. God, I’m glad I said that. Its been dying to come out since I realised I didn’t like her in the first place- it might stir some trouble in our group, but its better she knows I don’t like her then to let her keep thinking she any control in my life. Besides, I’d kinda… I’d much rather go see Chucky then stay in and play forced Monopoly with her for the rest of the night, and wake up in the morning with moustache drawn on my face.

When I get to my destination, I don’t see him but I don’t get to wonder if he just hasn’t come to the playground tonight like he brags he does every night -like some edge master on the big screen,- because he calls my name and I turn around to see him walking over from another street. “What are you doing here?” He stops in front of me on the woodchips and stuffs his hands in his trench coat pockets, grinning down at me in a way that gives me the strangest feeling that he’s glad I’m here. “Thought you’d be… Ahhh, I dunno, enjoying skimpy girl sleepover activities? See, I listen to you. Unless I got the day wrong?” I wish we could move somewhere else, maybe walk around, but he’s just standing and looking at me with his grin like I’m a weeping angel.

Instead of staying there and talking about my run in with Jane, although I’m sure he’d love to hear about it -he doesn’t like her either. One of the many things we talk about when we’re together,- , I turn and head for the swing. “Skimpy girl sleepover activities? Sounds like you put some thought into that!” I tease, sitting in a swing and pushing off. There’s something very free, about playing on a playground when its dark, and no on else is around. I suddenly get why its such a popular teenage stereotype. Not too far out of my comfort zone like most adult things that I want to do or am being pushed to try, but still new.

He laughs. “Would’ve come by and visited if I knew where your girl friend lived.” Turning my head, I watch Chucky come around and get in the other swing, but not push off.

“You would’ve been disappointed. We had intensive plans to snuggle up in our skivvy’s and raincoats and watch Singin’ In The Rain. But I would’ve made room for you!” Which is true. I would. I definitely would. I’d love to ‘accidentally’ fall over and snuggle with him. Totally would. Any day. Yes.

Watching him grin to himself at my dumb joke gives me little tummy squirms, so I take a deep breath as I swing and look away. “Oh well. Glad I get you, tonight. They always seem to win your time.”

“They’re my best friends… “I say, falling backwards and feeling my hair fly after me, on either side of my face. Then turn and grin at Chucky, curiously. “You’ve never expressed any desire to hang with me more, before.”

“Well its not like I have many friends apart from you… “He trails off, but his face doesn’t reveal any sadness or forlorn desire to change that. I know, for a fact, that he doesn’t like anyone else at our school. He has nicknames for them all! And none flattering. He turns to me sharply, causing my heart to seize in my chest. Oh my god. “Custody agreements, how would I go about winning weekends with you?”

Rolling my eyes, I look away and keeping swinging, distracting myself from him. “Mm, payment’s a bit dear,” I mutter, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough to be a mutter to myself. I wanted to reply, but I don’t want him to hear the rest of that quip. Which is ‘Its you have to kiss me’.

Seems the night air isn’t just making me confidently mean, tonight…

“I bet… “He says back, not quite to me and under his breath, the same as how I said it. Then he gets up from the swing and looks around, shifty eyed. “Let’s walk around a bit.”

He looks bored, so I slow down the swing and pop off, not noticing he moved right in front of me until I’ve hopped right into him. “Nice going, pal! Smart move!” I exclaim sarcastically, and push out of his arms and away from his face, which is grinning cheekily and laughing.

“Dunno what you’re complaining for, I’m not the only one who got to second base just then! Wanna try for first?”

“You’re very funny.” I say, forcing an irritated tone through my smiling face. Its times like these, when I thank having a crush on such a loudmouth and tease. “As if.”  

“Yeahh, right. Whatever, come on.” He starts walking, scooping me up on the way, walking with his arm over my shoulders… like friends. Friends. This is friendly, I remind myself quickly. These moments, when he touches me and acts like we’re a couple, are when I curse having a crush on such a loudmouth and tease. We walk around the park, not leaving the gleam of the streetlights, but leaving the mulch of the playground for the grass surrounding it. After a while of conversation about school, and other kids in our class -never touching his father or mine, this night time playground acting as sanctuary, - , we hit a lull in the conversation, and I watch our feet wading through the luscious grass, due to excessive levels of rain recently. My fingers feel like icey poles. He hasn’t removed his arm from me the entire time we’ve been walking, though, so at least the rest of me is warm. “So, what happened to your sleepover anyway. Cancelled or did you blow them off?”

“Uh… I blew it off.” For you. Of course, I don’t utter the last words. Too much of a chicken shit to finish the deal, even feeling the night air on my cheeks.

“There’s my bad girl.”

“Hah,” Thank god, its too cold for my cheeks to heat up. I glance at his face, and do a double take. He’s waiting for the rest of the story! Uhhhhh… “Um, well, we… Jane said something annoying, you know.” Flashing him an awkward half-smile, I see he’s still waiting for the kicker and look away again, picking up his other hand and lacing my fingers through his, to distract me. “Here, warm my fingers up, they’re icey.” As his fingers willingly wrap around mine, I don’t have to glance to feel his look edging me on for the rest of the story. I sigh. “Well, she said something dumb about not wanting me to hang out with a certain bad boy loner type with yucky hair, and I didn’t feel like sticking around.”

“I’m gonna ignore the part about my great hair for the moment, because I’m too chuffed that you stuck up for me… “Remarkably, somehow, his voice is grinning, as he slows us immediately too a stop and moves to stand in front of me, loosening his arm around me just enough to do so, but not letting go so I’m kind of… well, I’m enveloped in him. I can smell his familiar shampoo and aftershave, and feel weirdly, wonderfully small in front of him, who is taller. Which is usually not too noticeably because he isn’t magnificently tall, but he is… 3 to 5 inches taller than me? And because we’re so close, you can tell.

Embarrassingly, I just stand there silently as he grins, and brings our linked hands up to his mouth, to tap a kiss to mine. What? What? WhAT! This is not… this cannot just be friendly, can it? I glance away from his blue-blue eyes, so I can gather my voice back. “Not a big deal.”

“Maybe not, but I like it.”

With nothing else to use my voice for, because I can’t think of anything else to say, I look back up at his, our hands still close to his mouth a grin on his lips. There, I decide to do something. I decide to make or break our friendships, to see what happens, to do something I want to try.

I decide to kiss him.

I tilt my head, and pull down our hands and close my eyes, not allowing for any second thoughts before I get up on my toes and hopefully touch his mouth with mine. I remember wondering what happens if I actually get his chin or his nose, before my lips connect with his and everything goes starry.

Because immediately like he was prepared for it, like that, he kisses back. Pulling me in comfortably with his arm and letting go of my hand so he can cup the side of my neck, his thumb resting on my jaw. I use my new freedom to bunch his coat in my fist, and bring him warmer to me. Not that it could get much warmer for me, with his mouth laying a long, soft kiss to me.

This is definitely the ideal outcome to my decision.  

“Took way too long for you to do that, sweetheart.” Is the first thing he says post-first-kiss, husky and quietly, against my lips as he looks from them to my eyes which is way too attractive a power for a teenage boy to have if you ask me, before kissing me again, this time deeper and with his tongue. All I can do is stand there and try my best to reciprocate the sheer, hot passion that somehow he’s able to convey to me without words, despite this being my first kiss, to the best of my mediocre abilities.

“I… didn’t know you were waiting for it,” I say, when he seems done for more then 2 seconds. A flash of a smile crosses his face, rolling his eyes.

“I wasn’t obvious enough for you??”

“No!”

“I said that I’m glad I get you tonight!”

“That’s code for ‘Kiss me’???”

“Yes!”

“Well, I’ll remember that now!”

He sighs in exasperation while smiling, which is good because I’m grinning too. “Do you wanna just make out some more?”

“Oh, yes, we shall. Good idea.”

#Chucky #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Reader #Oneshot #Chucky x Reader Oneshot #Teen!Chucky

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Requests (5/8/2021)

Hi lovelies! I just filled up the queue through May but I have a LOT of requests left. So I’m posting the remaining requests below! If you see your request here that means it’ll be posted in June at the earliest. If you don’t see your request it means it’s probably going to be posted in May (although I did delete two messages that weren’t “requests” as much as “demands”, messages that said, “Do this,” or, “Make that,” which I don’t respond to). There are some requests I addressed in a post on April 27th though that won’t be posted until June also so be sure to check that out. Thanks for the support lovelies! Hope you like what’s to cum. ;)

Anonymous said:

Could u do emma stone from amazing spider man i like her look from the 2nd one but its fine whichever u use

Yep! Second one it is. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi was wondering if you could do a caption of a superhero that is captured by their villain and turned into an evil hench woman thought about anne hathaway as cat woman if you could thanks love your captions btw

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption where a white guy gets turned into Kerry Washington. And becomes addicted to sleeping with black men? I was thinking of using the scene from little man where shes in bed after a night of "doing it". Can that be done or is that too graphic of a description?

I don’t think it’s too graphic? I’ve never seen Little Man (idk what it is tbh) but I googled “Kerry Washington Little Man” & found a pic I think works so I can do this.

Anonymous said:

I don't remember if I requested this already or not but could you do one of Haley atwell from captain america I was thinking like a super soldier test turns a guy into her but he then finds out that was the plan that the government wanted to make super sissies instead

You did not request it and I can do it!

Anonymous said:

Hi could you do a caption using Betsy brandt? Shes the aunt from breaking bad incase you didnt know I just think shes beautiful and hope you could do a caption for her idk what about maybe something about milfs thatd be good ig whatever you decide anyways thanks

I DO know who that is! And there have been quite a few MILF requests (as you’ll see) so all you MILF lovers will be happy going forward. :)

Anonymous said:

Hello first off big fan 2nd off im sorry if this is too much but I have abit of a list for ya if u can do these thats great if not its ok just sorry i know its alot.  Emma thompson(saving mr banks)  Sean young, (ace venture)  Rhea Pearlman, ( matilda)  Christina agulara( burlesque)   sigourney weaver, (alien or ghostbusters)   emma stone (cruela)  thank u there will be a part 2

Heres part 2 its just ones I dont really have any specific thing in mind.    Tia and Tamara. Idna menzel.   Adele.    Bonnie Tyler.    Ruby rose.    Sarah chalke.   Kristen schaal.  Melissa McCarthy.  Megan trainer.    Elizabeth gillies.   Like i said if u can great if not thats alright atleast u'll have some stocked up for a rainy day thanks again and sorry again

Hello im the one who gave the list of requests sorry once again I just wanted to further explain one of them the christina Aguilera from burlesque one to be specific I would like the one where she is wearing the bowler hat with the  loose frizz curls thats the only one I can think of to elaborate on the rest are up to u thanks again sorry again

Ok so this is A LOT of requests and in the future I would like to ask people to limit their requests to three celebs at a time, but I’ve never said that before so it wouldn’t be fair to the person who requested all these. So yes I can do these requests. The only one I won’t do is Sean Young from Ace Ventura because her character in Ace Ventura is really really transphobic (or, more specifically, how that character is written). And I can do that specific Christina Aguilera one. Also since this IS so many requests I’ll probably be sprinkling them in through instead of doing them all at once, & I already wrote an Elizabeth Gillies one coming out towards the end of May.

Anonymous said:

If possible could you do Elizabeth perkins as Wilma Flintstone I had the idea of it litterally being set in cave man times and depicting the forat instance of feminization, the first sissy, being of a weaker evolution and stuff causing the tribe to pick him as the tribes cave sissy

Oooo, sounds fun. Totally!

Anonymous said:

Could you do Marissa tomei? Was thinking hero type story by night hes a crime fighing vigilante by day She is a stay at home sissy wife waiting for hubby to get home to pleasure him

I can do this!

Anonymous said:

Could you try making one where a boy who’s always been short his entire life gets feminized by his friend? I was thinking someone like Skai Jackson would be great for this

Sure thing! I found one of Skai where she’s of age so I’ll use that. :) (I won’t use a GIF of here her though since most of them are from Jessie when she’s under 18)

Anonymous said:

I was wondering if you could do one about a college professor named Peter whose autocloset gets hacked by his students.  They transform and feminize him into a sexy latina milf so they have someone sexy to look at during class.  Actress of your choice, someone over 30 please.

Oooo, I’ve got the perfect celeb for this. ;)

Anonymous said:

Hi I actually have 3 u may have done them before but if u can thatd be great. 1 Natalie Portman (V for vendetta ) the little girl outfit with the pigtails I was thinking like a lost bet. 2 P!nk (beautiful trauma) the house wife look is so good.  3 Elizabeth olsen (wandavision) when shes in the bed wearing her costume like a morning after thing.  Thats all like I said if u can thank u love ur captions

Ah gotcha. I can do these!

Anonymous said:

Hi id like to start off by saying i love your captions. Was wondering if you could do one of Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona flowers when she had Green hair as far as the story I dont really have anything other than green being the guys fav color idk hopefully you can do something with that anyways thank you for your time have a good one

I can work with this. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey I have a specific scene in mind its of kaley cuoco when she was on the big bang theory I dont remember the episode but its where shes sitting on the couch when her BF walks in and shes dressed in this purple lingerie and shes got her hair up its beautiful I was thinking if u could do a caption on that? Maybe like a roommates thing sorry I dont have enough info on the scene

I’VE HAD THIS IMAGE FOR SO LONG BUT COULDN’T THINK OF A STORY SO YES I CAN DO THIS! :D

Anonymous said:

Could u ro Lindsay sloane from bring it on I had to look up the name I just remember her as "Big red" what they called her in the movie

Yep! I love Bring it On. :)

Anonymous said:

Omg i love the Alex kingston caption u did recently whenever u get a chance could u do more River song captions also the billie piper one again whenever u get the chance

You got it. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok if you could i have an idea for a caption of a guy who wants to be internet famous but cant cut it as a guy so he pretends to be a lady on an onlyfans but doesnt show off anything too much then he gets surprised by his Male roommate who found out and his roommate blackmails him into making more "Private" videos to get cash I was thinking using meg turney if u could thanks

Sounds fun. Sure thing! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello I know you mightve done this one already but the one of Katy Perry from "Hey hey hey" music vid could u do another one from that still her with the blonde hair but when shes just waking up instead thank you

You bet!

Anonymous said:

I know you got alot of requests lately but if you dont mind one more could you do Drew Barrymore from Batman forever?

I had to double check how old she was in that but yes! I can do this. :)

Anonymous said:

I know I probably wont see this for awhile but if u could can u do a caption of debby ryan from jessie where she is dressed like a little kid and has her hair in pigtails? I was thinking like a babysitting gig gone wrong for the story like dress up goes too far or something anyawys thank u

Do you know what episode that’s from? I found the image and I think it looks great but I just want to make 100% sure that Jessie was an adult when she made it. If you know the episode feel free to message me & I can go ahead with it. :)

Anonymous said:

I have 3 if u could do them 1. Zazie beets  2. Zendaya  3. Tessa Thompson. Thats all thanks

I actually have Zazie Beets and Zendaya caps coming up before May ends, but you’ll get the Tessa Thompson one in June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi could you do another caption tor jenna fischer from the office please?

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Could you do a cap where a teacher named Peter gets feminized into a latina housewife and use Marisol Nichols from Riverdale?  Can't ignore the MILFs.

Damn right you can’t! I’ll be sure to do this. :)

Anonymous said:

Addison Rae or Ariana Grande please

I’ll do both! :)

@tammyboy25 said:

Hi there! I was wondering if you could please do one where a sister or best girlfriend guilt trips a boy into being their maid of honor for her wedding? Bachelorette party, Dress shopping, getting their hair done, dancing with other boys at the reception are some ideas I had. Thank you so much either way!!!

Ooooo I love this! You got it sweetie. :)

Anonymous said:

Wow, I really loved the "From the Amazons" caption you did with Wonder Woman! Could you do something similar with a guy named Rene put into the body of a sluttfied superheroine?  Maybe Scarlet Witch/Wanda? Thanks!

“From the Amazons” has been getting a lot of love so thanks everyone! I can totally do this with an Elizabeth Olsen pic. :)

Anonymous said:

I'm not sure if youve seen falcon and the winter soldier yet but Erin kellyman who plays kharli in that is a relatively new actress so I could understand if you dont know her but if you do could you make a caption for her? Thank you

I actually do know who she is! I saw her in “Falcon & Winter Soldier” and Solo so I can totally do a cap with her. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi, yesterday I said how much I loved that Wonder Woman caption you did with Gakl Gadot. And I've since discovered the manips made by Saturdays24. My name is Rene, and I'd loved to be turned into a girl in one of his pics, particularly Taylor Swift! Thanks!

Sure thing! @saturdays24 gave me permission to use their stuff a few years ago so I can do any caps with their manips. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do Priyanka Chopra captions

Sure!

Anonymous said:

Can you do Lala Anthony captions. I am a big fan of her

Totally! (For some reason I can’t find a good GIF of her though)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a cap with the new Billie Eilish Vogue Pics? That would be so so amazing.

Anonymous said:

billie eilish or addison rae?

Anonymous said:

Hi I remember someone else asking for a billie eilish caption since she was of age now but it was still too recent to have any pics of her at the right age well now shes 19 and I just saw she was on the cover of vogue afew days ago ....would that work?

Don’t worry, a Billie Eilish cap from British Vogue is on the way! She is an adult now & so I can make caps with her. :) (Also to the person who asked about Addison Rae, like I said earlier I’ll make one for her too. :D)

Anonymous said:

I really liked ur newest caption of Kelly lebrock as a boss being spotted enfemme I was wondering if u could do a follow up to that one? Maybe with her from woman in red. Id just like to see the coworker confront the boss

I like that idea! Totally. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption with Jhene Aiko or Jenna Ortega? They’re both similar to me in body build so it would be pretty amazing to see them in a caption.

Jhene Aiko yes. Jenna Ortega MAYBE. Jenna Ortega only JUST turned 18 and that was during the COVID-19 pandemic so there aren’t going to be a lot of projects where she’s an adult to pull from. So if I can find something maybe otherwise you might just have to wait a bit. Sorry if that’s a bummer. :/

Anonymous said:

Can you do Nikita Dragun captions please?

I’ve no idea who this is, sorry.

Anonymous said:

Idk if u know the band pentatonix or not but if u do could u do a caption for Kirstin Maldonado they just came out with a music video for 90s medley and she is gorgeous in it much appreciated :)

I’ve actually done some Kristin Maldonado caps already so I can totally do another. :)

#Requests #Not a Caption

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Stay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,497

Summary: The reader has been having recurring nightmares and goes out for a walk to clear her head, but her plans change when she sees Daryl at his spot on the perch. She joins him only to accidentally slip that she has feelings for the man. 

Requested by: @leej2468

Prompt Request:  90. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” - The reader (M/F) had another nightmare and walks out of their cell and saw Daryl sitting at his spot on the perch. They say #90 and they sit there with him. They confess that they have feelings for him. Possible fluff ending. 

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, the usual walking dead violence, language and such with possible typos.  Author’s Note: Another request done! I’m trying to get them done, but I have the tendency to either focus on one and not work on another OR I’ll do a couple at a time and then neglect one and do the other IDK. Anyways, I also have school work that is setting me back along with life stuff in general, so I apologize to those who are waiting for their long-awaited request to be posted or a series of mine to start up again. I know it’s probably been months, but I’m trying and failing OOF. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! 

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

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Gasping for air, you jolted upwards in your bed, trying desperately to collect air into your lungs. Your vision was blurred and your cheeks were wet. Why were they wet? Wiping your flushed cheeks with the back of hand, you came to the realization that you had cried in your sleep. The not so peaceful slumber you were in left you dazed and confused in the bunk that you shared with no one. Having a cell alone didn’t bother you at all; you had your own living space and privacy, somewhere to go for peace and quiet. In this case, you didn’t have to worry about waking up your bunk mate with the sound of your whimpering from all the nightmares you had been experiencing as of late. So that’s a plus. 

Once you removed the thin blanket from your frame, you picked up your boots that were placed by your bedpost and slipped them on. Usually you would be against wearing socks to bed, but living in a prison that wasn’t so pristine deserved an exception. Plus anything could happen and you needed to be prepared, which is also why you didn’t need to change out of your clothes. The tight-fitting army green crew neck shirt and brown camo joggers were what you wore to sleep, so you tossed on your bomber jacket and armed yourself before heading out of your cell to get some much needed fresh air. 

Pushing aside the white sheet that substituted for the cell bars, you squinted, trying to adjust your puffy eyes to the dark. The moon peeked through the small barred windows that were high on the cinder block walls, slightly illuminating the place, which prevented you from tripping over your own feet and running into the walls. An oil lamp sat on the ledge of the perch where the hunter slept, also helping you guide your way through the prison hall with a subtle yellow glow. 

The way you met the group wasn’t the most pleasant memory. 

You were driving down the interstate in a black four door car you had hot-wired, going to no particular destination. The incoming herd of the dead made you slam on your brakes and crawl to the backseat floor. Covering yourself with a blanket, you tightly gripped your knife… you weren’t taking any chances. When the walkers had passed, you climbed back into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive until you couldn’t anymore due to the hundreds of cars that blocked the lanes. 

You had gotten out of the car and decided to search the vehicles for any supplies because you were running low on food and could use a set of clean clothes since the ones you wore were covered in blood and guts. A car stood out among all the rest, making you quirk a brow. Water and food were neatly displayed on the hood while the words ‘SOPHIA STAY HERE. WE WILL COME EVERYDAY’ were written on the windshield. Who was Sophia? What happened to her? And who wrote the message?

Based on the message and the supplies that were left, you concluded that the people cared about that person (obviously) and wouldn’t harm you (hopefully), so you decided to stay and wait for them to show up. They came there everyday and you were all alone with no plan on where to go next, so why not try your chances? You just hoped that you wouldn’t regret your decision. 

Shane, Andrea, and Carol had showed up the next day and pointed guns at you, demanding to know who you were and what you wanted. After much deliberation that you weren’t a threat, just someone who wanted to survive like the rest of them, they ultimately- well Shane ultimately decided to bring you back to the farm. Andrea and Carol were not big fans of letting you join their group and you understood that, you wouldn’t trust a complete stranger either.  

After you met the rest of their people, everyone including Andrea and Carol started warming up to you. They started engaging in a conversation with you, asking about your old life and not prying when you were uncomfortable sharing some information. The one person you did confide in was Daryl. Meeting the archer wasn’t the most ideal moment either considering he was covered in mud and blood, had an arrow in his side, and was grazed with a bullet on the side of his head. When he didn’t look like a full on walker, you were instantly attracted to him and found yourself trying to talk to him. At first he wouldn’t budge, which you didn’t take to heart since you were new and all. Over time though, you caught him staring and you would smile, getting a half-smile in return before he walked off, making yours fall quickly. 

The night that Rick, Glenn and Hershel came back with a dude named Randall was when Daryl took you by surprise. He had trekked down the farm house’s steps that you occupied and told you that if you ever needed to talk to someone, he would be there. “You’re apart of the group now.” He had said with a shy smile before joining Rick and Shane in whatever they were going to do with the hostage you guys had. Ever since then, you and Daryl had been close and your feelings for him grew more each day. 

Speaking of your feelings for the man, he sat on the stairs leading up to his spot on the perch, causing you to discard the plan of going outside. “Whatcha doin’ up?” His voice was gravelly, sending shivers down your spine and you were grateful that it was still dark out.

“I can’t sleep. Can I stay here?” He nodded and slid over while chewing on his bottom lip, causing you to grin as you quietly padded up the steps to join his side. “I was gonna get some fresh air, but this is much better,” you absentmindedly brought up, getting yourself situated. The space you had was nonexistent, leaving you very close to the redneck, but you didn’t mind… not unless he did. Daryl wasn’t too keen on contact, so him tensing up at your touch never offended you. He explained what his childhood was like and you didn’t think any less of him, you understood. “This okay?”

Daryl nodded once more before silence swallowed the room, making you stare outside the distant window at the moon. Normally the quietness would drive you insane, but with him by your side, it did the complete opposite.

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” Daryl softly questioned, breaking your thoughts. You shrugged and brought your head down, picking your fingers as you contemplated on whether or not to burden him. Before you could back out, you remembered something he once said to you. 

“I had a nightmare. I have been having them for quite a while actually,” you solemnly chuckled, earning him to ask why you never told him. You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought they would go away, ya know? Everything’s kinda better now,” you motioned your hands around, referring to the shelter you now had. 

“That don’ mean ya can’t have ‘em.” 

“Well, yeah. I just wished they would go away since we’re good right now, but after tonight, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case,” you sadly sighed. “It’s always about me being alone again, me dying alone, or watching you die. And yeah it sucks- it totally sucks for me to be alone and even worse to die alone, but you- I can’t lose you. What you said to me, back at the farm? About how I was apart of the group really meant a lot to me- you mean a lot to me. Well, you mean everything to me and I love you, so I really need these nightmares to stop ‘cause the thought of never seeing you again is driving me insane and-” You stopped rambling, eyes growing wide at what you had just confessed and even though your heart screamed at you not to break it, your mind desperately wanted to know what his face morphed into. 

Daryl seemed stunned which is what you’d expect, the other would be running away and ignoring you. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were staring back at you in bewilderment, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad one. 

“Daryl, I’m so… I’m so sorry I dumped that all on you. I didn’t mean- I wasn’t thinking,” you apologized, abruptly standing up and wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. “Oh my god. Uh- I’m just gonna go on that walk now,” you pointed ahead with your index finger, not wanting to stay and hear his rejection. 

Before you could make your way down the steps, a calloused hand wrapped around your wrist and a soft broken whisper followed. 

“Stay.”

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Changes 12

This is getting a lot longer then I thought but there is good reason :) Also, Jenos date outfit has to be the gif for today♥ Thank you guys so much for enjoying Changes ^_^ Character asks are always open♥

Changes Masterlist

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT`

Words: 3841

Warning: Swearing

The next morning(or a few hours later), Jeno woke up confused and alone. He sat up in bed and looked around, the side of the bed you slept on was cold meaning you had to have woken up quite sometime ago and the hoodie that was on his chair was missing. 

Running his hands through his hair, he looked at the clock which read that it was only half past seven. The two of you had probably fallen asleep around 3 in the morning which meant that you had a lot less sleep than he did for sure. Stretching his limbs, he got out of bed and started his search for you. What he didn’t expect was to come out to a table full of breakfast and the smell of coffee to invade his nose. Scanning the immediate area, he frowned when he saw the bathroom door open and the space vacated. 

Looking towards the patio doors, he noticed that one of the doors was slightly ajar and made his way, only to stop when he heard your voice. It sounded like you were talking to someone on the phone but who was it? 

“I told you. I’m fine.” he heard you say softly, “I just needed to get away...without everyone asking what happened. I thought I told Renjun that...Listen to Renjun, Jisung please…”

Ah so you were on the phone with Jisung, you probably called him back after seeing all his texts from the night before. He knew it was bad to eavesdrop and after last night, he knew he had no reason to doubt your feelings for him but it was your mutual best friend he was unsure of. He was starting to realize that after you transferred over, Jisungs loyalty had switched and Jeno was positive that you were Jisungs best friend not him. 

“I’m not too sure yet. After last night, he postponed his flight and he’ll be here in a day or so...I’m just waiting for him to contact me.” the conversation continued, “Jeno said we’d be back Monday night...he drove so probably not...I will...Don’t worry...seriously…” he heard you let out a sigh and he resisted the urge to peek outside to see your facial expression, “I should go...Jeno’s probably awake-” 

At the sound of his name, Jeno quickly but quietly walked towards the kitchen just as he heard the tail end of your conversation as you were walking back into the house and started to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Upon entering the dining area, your eyes widened slightly and you almost dropped the phone in your hand. There was Jeno, in a white t-shirt, black sweatpants, bedhead and all. Were his arms always this defined? You knew he worked out on a regular basis outside of dance in the gym he had in his home but you didn’t realize it till now that this was the result. 

Jeno looked up when he felt someone enter the room and gave you one of his reserved for you only smiles.

“Morning.” he said in a sleepy voice  and grinned internally when he realized you were still frozen in place, just starting at him “Why did you wake up so early?”

“My phone was blowing up.” you answered, blushing when you realized that he had caught you staring, “I guess Renjun was too vague about our conversation and Jisung was worried.” 

“But it’s only seven...why would Jisung be awake?” Jeno asked with a slight pout, knowing the boy would take advantage of all his weekends to sleep since it was the time you bothered him the least.

“He hasn’t slept.” you said with a frown before shaking it off and smiling at the handsome person in front of you before he could catch it, unfortunately for you, he did, “I finally convinced him to take a nap so he’s asleep now. Are you hungry?” you asked motioning to the table in front of you, “I just ordered something random since I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do today.” 

Jeno put the cup of coffee in his hands down and walked over to you and held you in his embrace. He didn’t want to admit that Jisung was starting to bother him, he didn’t want to admit that the texts he saw from him the night before irked him. He didn’t want to admit that he was already afraid of losing you even though you weren’t technically even his yet. At the same time, seeing you walk through the patio doors in his hoodie gave him a vision of what living together would be like and he suddenly saw his future.

The original plan was to move to the city once you were both finished at SMAA and with your current program, you were both set to be finished within the next three years. You were both technically set for life and wouldn’t have to work unless you wanted to and the two of you; like your parents, were big travel junkies. Although he hadn’t done much of it in the last four years since travelling only reminded him more of you, he could see himself going places with you, exploring new cities, making everlasting memories. It was what he wanted, it was what he dreamed and he felt that dream slowly becoming reality. 

He could see you putting your own personal touches to this place and making it yours. He could see the endless picture frames that would decorate the wall, he could see a place for the cats, all he could see in this place was a future with you.

“Jeno?” your muffled voice from his chest broke him out of his thoughts, “Are you okay?” 

Pulling away slightly so he could look down at your big doe eyes, he nodded, “Just lost in my thoughts.” he answered lightly, “How about we have breakfast and then head out to town? We can just make a day out of it.” 

“Okay.” you said smiling and closed your eyes when he leaned down to brush his lips against yours lightly, something you didn’t expect but it wasn’t totally unwelcomed either. 

With the Jisung topic long forgotten, the two of you sat down and had breakfast, talking about the things you wanted to do for the day. After cleaning up and putting everything away, the two of you started to get ready separately for the day. Jeno went to the bathroom in his bedroom and you went into the one that was designated for you in yours. 

A little while later, Jeno was on the couch waiting for you to finish while he went through his various messages, mostly from Jaemin and Doyoung. He was surprised not to see any texts from Jisung which only confirmed his suspicions on whether his friends' loyalty changed or not. 

[10:42am] NaNa - Bro, where tf are u and why are you swearing my girlfriend to secrecy?

[10:43am] JeNo - Cause you have a car. Jaemin, you know I love you but you have a girlfriend and we can’t keep doing this. I need some time away from you :) I’m in love with someone else

[10:45am] NaNa - ….You’re cheating on me? Excuse me Lee Jeno, we’ve been through how much together?

[10:46am] NaNa - Jokes. Have a good weekend with Y/N ;)

“Is that Jaemin?” you asked, coming down the stairs from your room. 

Jeno looked up and his jaw almost dropped. You were wearing leggings and an off shoulder baby blue top. Your hair was curled into loose waves and your make up light. To him, you were the epitome of perfection and he couldn’t wait to call you his. 

He stood up and met you halfway across the living room, taking your hands in his shyly as he did a once over and completely ignoring your question.

“You look beautiful.” he whispered and smiled at the blush that crept up your cheeks once again. He seemed to be really good at doing that as of late and he was glad that he had that effect on you.

“You seem to be spending a lot of time with Jaemin lately.” you said jokingly, reaching up to move the hair out of his eyes, “I never took you as the cheesy type.” 

“That’s what you get for abandoning me with him for four years. I think I’ve learned every pick up line he used on Hana to get her to date him.” he retorted though his smile remained, “Are you ready to go?” 

“Just need to grab my purse.” You said pulling away and soon with your hand in his, you were out the door.

Even though you both knew it was a date, it really didn’t feel like one. You were both already comfortable with one another and after the conversation the night before, things just seemed to fall into place. 

Jeno took you to a few places he remembered that were still around, from shops to stopping at one of his favorite restaurants for lunch. It seemed like he had the whole day planned out but nothing would have prepared him for what was to come next.

It was late afternoon when the two of you decided to stop by a cafe for a coffee break. The two of you sat outside since it was a nice day and Jeno went inside to order. As you waited for him to return, you decided to check the various group chats you were in, hoping to see any update from Jongin. Unbeknownst to you, two pairs of eyes were staring at you from across the street and were quickly making their way towards you.

From inside the cafe, Jeno took out his phone and snapped a picture of you from the window. Today was a good day and he was glad that there was none of that awkward first date stuff that most new couples went through. He just went with the flow of what the two of you felt like doing. He had gotten some things he wanted to put in the penthouse and you had bought some things for yourself.

Jeno had tried to pay for you on multiple occasions and actually had made some secret purchases for you while you were busy in the fitting rooms. He took note of the things you would walk past and look at, like shoes, or a piece of jewelry that you picked up but put down since it wasn’t a complete necessity. It was the one thing he loved about you, you only bought what you actually needed despite being able to afford whatever you wanted. You never flaunted what you had nor did it matter to you. You always remained humble to your roots.

Hearing his name called, Jeno picked up the drinks; ignoring the baristas flirtatious smile and made his way to you. He set the drinks on the table, causing you to look up to thank him while he took a seat in front of you 

“Anything from the guys back home?” he asked, taking one of the straws and stabbing it into your drink before handing it to you.

“Mmm, Hana checked in and Jisungs texted me a few times.” you answered, taking the drink from Jeno and thanking him, “Jongin said he’s on the plane and should arrive tomorrow so I guess I just gotta wait for his call.” 

Before Jeno could answer, a familiar voice reached your ears and you almost jumped out of your seat. 

“Is that you Swan Y/N?” 

Turning around, you gasped, getting up quickly as you saw two boys running towards you and you quickly engulfed the two in a group hug, squealing the whole time, confusing Jeno. 

“What are you guys doing here?!” you asked squealing, “I haven’t seen you guys since..I actually can’t remember!”

“We go to school here. Do you not remember?” one of them retorted, “The real question is what are YOU doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Europe?”

“I transferred to SMAA this year after I finished the junior program.” you explained, “Jongin and Xander pushed me towards it and I kind of missed home.” 

“Are you sure you missed home and not a boy?” the other one asked, nudging you slightly with a suggestive wink, motioning to Jeno who was looking extremely confused, eyeing the boys arms which still wrapped around you, “Where are your manners Y/N?”

“Oh right.” you said wincing and turned around to give Jeno an innocent smile while he raised an eyebrow at you. “Guys, this is Lee Jeno, we grew up together and he goes to SMAA too.” you then motioned to the two boys who were giving Jeno the once over, “Jeno, this is Lee Chan and Kwon Soonyoung, they’re both on the Selects Competition Team but attend Pleds Dance Academy during the school year. We met during training camp in second year and keep in touch from time to time. Mostly through the Competition team group chat.” 

“Which you and E.T are illegally a part of.” Soonyoung commented, “It’s for Senior Competition team members only.” he emphasized.

“Not my fault Jongin likes me and Renjun better than you.” you said with a shrug, “Are you guys busy right now? Why don’t you join us?” 

The two boys raised their eyebrows at you and looked at Jeno.

“We don’t mind...unless we’re intruding on something..” Chan commented, looking at the bags that were on the ground along with your outfits. It was obvious the two of you were on a date and they had only come by to say hi.

When Jeno realized that Chan was looking at him specifically, he shook his head. He told himself that he wanted to be a part of your new life and it was obvious that these two were part of that, “Not at all.” he said getting up and motioning to the two seats in front of you, “Do you guys want anything to drink?” 

“We can grab it.” Soonyoung said and Chan nodded going into the cafe, “We’ll be back in a bit.” 

Taking the seat next to you, Jeno let out a sigh , “You really grew your circle while you were away eh?” 

“Connections, connections, connections.” you said with a grin, “Soonyoung is actually the competition teams foreign rep and co-choreographer. He takes care of all the non-European team members and ensures that everyone is up to speed on the latest routine. Chan was probably the youngest junior on the competition team after Jongin and Mia. He’s a five time junior competition world champion. Because we were all from Korea, we hung out a bit outside of practices and once again, when I tried to ditch Renjun so he could hang out with Mia.” 

“Oh the sacrifices you had to make.” Jeno joked, making you giggle, “They seem like cool guys.” 

“Oh they are. You should see when the main choreographer Jay and Soonyoung are together.” you snapped, “Two great minds make great choreography.” 

“Awe, Princess. I know you want to get on the competition team next year but you don’t have to butter me up. Your skills alone would get my referral.” Soonyoung said as he and Chan returned with their respective drinks.

“Speaking of competition...Jeno did you compete in Nationals last year?” Chan asked curiously and Jeno nodded and Chan grinned, “I was right! I’m not sure if you remember, but I was a guest judge for the junior division. I went by Dino.” 

Jeno raised his eyebrows as recognition showed on his face, remembering the youngest judge present at the show, “Oh shit, it was you that said that the piece was one of the most powerful yet emotional ones you’ve seen in a long time right?” 

Chan nodded his head, “I remembered I couldn’t stop talking about you to Soonyoung and the rest of the competition team members after it was over. I was so impressed, cause you totally weren’t dancing on a junior level. We need your skill on our competition team. We would dominate.”

“He’s not joking.” Soonyoung said, taking a sip of his drink, looking at you with an empathetic smile, ”We heard about Xander by the way...we’re sorry.” 

“Why are you guys sorry? He was your friend too.” you said giving them a reassuring smile but you felt yourself reaching for Jeno’s hand under the table and tightened your hold when you felt his fingers interlace through yours. It made him happy because he knew that this was you leaning on him for comfort though above that, you remained composed. 

“Yea...but we knew how close you two were. I was going to call you today actually to see how you were doing but I guess things work in interesting ways. We’re going to visit his grave when we go for training camp this term, you should consider coming with us.” Soonyoung said, “What are you guys doing here though?”

“I slapped Yuwens brother after finding out  about Xander.” you said, “He started blaming me for his death in front of all our friends so I kind of threw everything back at him. After that I had to get away.” you nudged your head towards Jeno, “He helped me escape and now we’re here for the next few days.” 

“How long?” Chan asked curiously.

“We have to leave Monday night to get back to school for Tuesday.” Jeno answered, “A few of the guys from the Dance Club I’m in are part of the student council and covering for us for a day so it gives us a sense of relaxation.” 

“You should come by our studio tomorrow then.” Soonyoung suggested, “Jongin’s flight gets in around noon and I have to take a cab to pick him up. We can all meet up and talk about what he wanted to meet with us for.” 

“He said he wanted to meet with me and Renjun though. I’m sure you guys heard that the junior performance team wants us to come back as-” you started but was cut off by Chan.

“Odette and the Prince.” he said with a nod, “We heard. Are you guys going to do it?” 

“We aren’t sure. But for me personally, I’m thinking of agreeing regardless of the circumstances...you know, in memory of Xander and all.” you answered and relaxed significantly when you felt Jenos thumb rubbing comforting circles on your hand under the table. 

“I think Renjun would feel the same.” Soonyoung said with a nod, “Speaking of him, how is he? I haven’t spoken to him in months.” 

“Did no one tell you that he’s at SMAA?” you asked confused and both the jaws of the boys in front of you dropped. 

“Y-you mean he’s here? In Korea?” Chan asked completely shocked, “That mother forker...didn’t tell anyone. Not even the group chat.” 

“What are you doing then?” Soonyoung asked, “Call him and get him to get his ass over here!! I miss that alien!” 

“You call him an alien too?” Jeno asked, eyes wide as you sighed.

“Renjun’s nickname with the Selects is E.T. He has a reputation and I’m sure his girlfriend pretends to listen to only half the stuff he says sometimes” you answered, “And why can’t you call him yourself?” you asked Soonyoung.

“Left my phone at the studio. We were just here for a coffee break.” he answered and reached out his hand, “Here give me your phone.” 

Handing your phone over, Soonyoung proceeded to call Renjun and put the phone on speaker. 

After three rings, he finally picked up.

“Why the heck are you calling me for? Aren’t you supposed to be spending alone time with Jeno?” the voice on the other line said, making Chan and Soonyoung look between you and Jeno with suggestive smiles.

“Renjunnnieeeee!!” Soonyoung said into the phone cutely.

‘E.T...Hamtaro? Is that you?!” Renjun asked, “Dude it’s been so long.”

“Then get your ass to Gangnam by tomorrow. I’m going to let Jongin know that the two of you are in our area so we can have our meeting.” he said, “Plus I missed you.” he said cutely, making Renjun scoff.

“I have a girlfriend.” he stated, “Is Y/N or Jeno still there?”

“Obviously.” you both said at the same time.

“What’s up?” you asked and you heard Renjun sigh.

“You guys are also on speaker.” he stated, “And I’m with Jaemin, Hana, Jisung and Chenle right now and Jaemin demands to know the address of your Gangnam place Jeno.” 

“Shit.” Jeno said and the two of you shared a look, so much for alone time.

“So I assume that he’s your only way of transportation…” you said slowly and you heard Renjun hum, “And he will have three extra passengers with him.” 

“Bingo.” Renjun said, “Are you guys still game?”

“Not like we have a choice at this point.” you said and felt Jeno squeeze your hand, “Jeno said he’ll text Jaemin the address after we get home.”

“Sounds good. I can’t wait to actually see you all tomorrow. It’s going to be like old times.” Renjun said sounding a bit more excited. 

“You mean when Y/N used to ditch you to hang out with us so you would have the balls to ask Mia out?” Chan asked and he heard Renjun scoff over the line.

“Hello to you Chan.” Renjun deadpanned, “Just text us details later. I’m going to go before Jaemin and Jisung try to rip the phone out of my hands.” 

“See you tomorrow E.T!” Soonyoung said excitedly as everyone else said their goodbyes and then hung up. 

“Are you guys free for dinner?” Chan asked, “It’ll be our treat since you guys are technically guests and we want to catch up with Y/N.” 

“And get to know you too Jeno.” Soonyoung said with a secret smile, “What do you guys say?” 

You looked at Jeno and the two of you had a silent conversation with your eyes. As much as he wanted to spend time with you and only you, he also wanted to know the girl you were back in Europe and it looked like these two would be the perfect ones to help with that. 

“Why not?” Jeno said with a smile, “It’d be great to know more of Y/N’s friends.” 

“Great!” Soonyoung said with a clap and stood up, “We’ll head back to our studio which is just across the street and then we’ll meet you back here.” 

Once the two were gone, Jeno leaned down to kiss your cheek, completely unaware that the two were still watching you as they were on their way back to the studio. 

Looking up at him with a curious look and he shrugged, pretending nothing happened and you realized he was doing it just because he could, making you roll your eyes.

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[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

California

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC

Warnings: Torture

A/N:  This story is consuming me.  I’m currently just starting Chapter 14, so that means if I keep my schedule the way I am, y’all gonna have this for the next month.  Also, I have been having a lot of fun with the Agent/Non-Agent/Admin Staff code name stuff.  Maybe a little TOO much fun.

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

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 Part 4 

Gone

In the wee hours of the morning, Ginger ran through the halls of HQ and jumped into the elevator, willing the damn thing to hurry up.  When it finally dropped her off on the eighth floor, she rushed down the hall to Jack’s apartment, using her master key to open the door.  When she ran into his room, she started calling his name.

“Whiskey!  You have got to get up!  GET UP NOW!” She was practically screaming in her panic and she shoved at his shoulder.  The sudden noise startled Jack and he shot straight up in bed as if he had been launched by some unseen force.  When he turned to Ginger, confusion mixed with a little irritation sprang up on his face.

“What in the hell, Ging?  It’s what? 3:00 a.m.?  What the hell are you doing in my house?”

“No, it’s 5:00 a.m., but that doesn’t matter, you have got to come with me!” She was pulling his arm and he was forced to throw his legs over the edge of the bed, thanking the lord he was wearing pants for once. He stood up and Ginger grabbed his hands and kept pulling.  But he wasn’t taking another step until he got an answer.

“GINGER!” He shouted and she stopped when he put his hands on her upper arms.  “What in the damnation is going on?!”

“Its Sirah!  She’s gone! She’s gone!  Oh god, Whiskey, she’s gone!”  Her tears started up again and a small part of her was ashamed at her behavior. But her best friend was missing, possibly dead, and the hole in her heart ached terribly.  She wanted her back.

Jack yanked his hands from her arms and stumbled back.  Ginger’s words stole his breath and he wasn’t sure if his heart was even beating anymore.  He had been punched in the gut thousands of times, but not even one felt as terrible as this did.  Without a second thought, he ran from his apartment and he could hear Ginger running after him.

He made a left in the hall and headed for the stairs – the elevator was going to be too slow – and taking steps two and three at a time, he ran down to the fifth floor.  A few times he stumbled but caught himself with Ginger’s loud gasp ringing in his ears.

When they made it down, he slammed open the door and headed right for the board room, passing agents and staff who stopped and stared.  The normally put together Agent Whiskey looked a damn mess. When he ran into the room, he noticed that Tequila and Champ were already there, flanked by two other agents. Normally one for manners, Jack ignore them in his haste.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SHE’S GONE?!”  He bit back the rest of his comment when he realized he was yelling. He took a deep breath and then a second when he felt Ginger’s hand on his forearm.  He had to get himself together if he was going to save her.  He had to listen.

“Whiskey, well over four days ago the safe house West Coast was using on the California case was blown up.  The tracking devices confirmed that Malbec and Sirah were the only agents in the house at the time and since the explosion, Sirah’s device has been silent. West Coast dispatched agents immediately and they found Malbec dead from a single gunshot wound to the head. Sirah was nowhere to be found.” Champ struggled to speak as he gripped the back of his chair until his knuckles were white.  She had been gone almost five days and West Coast just notified HQ on the situation.  He wasn’t sure what was driving him more now, his grief or his anger.

Like Whiskey, he took several deep breaths to remain professional and to get through this, but it was damned hard.  All three men had grown fond of Sirah in their own way – Tequila felt brotherly affection, Champ saw her as a daughter, and Jack. . . .  Well, Jack loved the hell out of her.  

“We found Agent Sherry dead, also from a gunshot wound.  Same gun was used in both shootings.”  Tequila added.  “Everything at the house and in Sherry’s car was destroyed, by fire for the former and by a person for the latter.  Evidence shows that both women left the house with files and paperwork, but nothing was found on the scene when agents arrived.”

Both HQ and West Coast believed that the suspect in the California case was behind all of this because reports from the three agents indicated they were narrowing their list and were close to identifying them.  But without all the new information from this phase of the case, any chance they had of finding Sirah in time was slim.  The room grew heavy with negative thoughts until Ginger gasped.  They turned to look at her.

“No, not nothing. . .“ She turned on her heel and started towards the door. “Sirah uploaded reports and some additional stuff to a database every other day like clockwork.  It’s not everything since they couldn’t completely secure the safe house, the rest of it she kept on a microdrive.  

“She’s always been so regular about it, I’ll admit I stopped checking her reports about a week ago, just having Kefir process them directly.  But I bet everyone one of you that he has everything organized and we can start from there!”

She ran from the room and the rest of the agents followed her.  Tech specialist Chai jumped a mile in her chair at the sudden explosion of noise and people in the office.  Without a word, Ginger sat at her computer and let her fingers fly across the keyboard.  Multiple file windows opened and her eyes darted left to right as she read the dates on the screen.  Tequila was right behind her doing the same thing when he spotted the most recent date.

“There!”  He pointed, “wait, it says she last uploaded information last night!”  Ginger clicked on the file and opened the report. It was sparse and contain no attachments like her others had.  Together, Ginger and Tequila skimmed the writings before he stood backwards with his mouth agape.  Jack and Champ looked at him curiously.

“I don’t think Sirah wrote this and I don’t think she uploaded it.  There is something about this that don’t sound like her at all.”  Tequila leaned back down and read the entry again and he looked at Ginger, who nodded in confirmation.  “Yep, someone’s fucked with this.  I don’t know if they did anything to the rest of her reports, but someone’s trying to throw us off her scent.”

Chai spoke up suddenly, “All her old notes through five days ago were printed out for physical records by Kefir.  He would process them weekly, so we have her originals.”  She pointed at the box sitting on the specialist’s desk.  Tequila walked over and grabbed it.

“Chai, call Saki, Toddy, and Pisco.  I don’t care if you wake their asses up, I want them down here immediately.” The even tone Tequila normally sported was replaced with a hard glint and he looked at Champ and Jack with a single question in his eyes.

Champ squared his shoulders; his agent was out there, and he was going to find out who took her and kick their ever-loving ass from the Sierras to the Blue Ridge.  He looked at Tequila and Jack and both nodded back to him.  They were heading to California.

---***---

Sirah woke up groggy, barely able to see anything through her swollen eyes. The shackles binding her wrists dug deeply into her skin as she moved, and she struggled to open her mouth it was so dry.  Suddenly she was drenched in water and she gasped loudly before crying out from the pain jolting through her body as she jerked forward.  It was almost too much to handle.

“Where is it, agent?”  The voice was back.  She wasn’t sure how long she had been where she was, but she knew in between her bouts of unconsciousness that his voice was always there.  She struggled to stay awake, to listen, but the fight was so hard. If she could just sleep a little longer. . .

A fist suddenly slammed into her face and she could feel the back of her skull crack against the wall.

“WAKE UP!”  The voice screamed.  Her head lolled forward in response and he grabbed her chin, yanking her head upwards. “Fucking tell me where the microdrive is at and I’ll let you go.”

Even through the fogginess of her brain, she knew he was lying.  She shook her head and croaked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Like hell you do, you stupid bitch.  You’re going to tell me where the hell that goddamn drive is at and then I’m going to kill you like I did that bitch Malbec.”  When she didn’t respond, her captor drew his leg back and kicked her in the ribs.  Her breath and the voice both left her.  Before she could even recover from the most recent abuse, hands began to take the shackles off her wrists.  She felt herself being picked up and dragged away to another location.

They entered a room with a blinding single light and a long table. They threw her down on the hard surface and handcuffed her legs and arms to the edge.  She couldn’t help the whimper that escape her mouth as searing pain shot down her leg and throughout her back.  She didn’t want to show weakness, but whatever grasp she had on her actions was weakening.

“Now, Sirah, tell me where the microdrive is at.  I’m done playing around with you.”  The small part of Sirah that hadn’t given into the circumstances suddenly rose to the surface.

“Oh, we were having fun?  I hadn’t noticed.”  Her voice held a smirk even if her face didn’t.  If she was going to die, then so be it.  At this point, death would be a welcomed end to this ordeal.  The voice didn’t respond but she heard the snap of fingers.  Suddenly, her face was covered in cloth and before she could react, water was being poured on her head.  She was so weak she could bare fight back.  When her captor realized this, he demanded the procedure to stop.

“Take her back, I’ll find another way to get it out of her. Besides, it’s no fun if they just sit there and take it.  Torture should be fun.”  He laughed and she could hear the cruelty in his voice.  The cloth was removed and so were the handcuffs.  She felt herself being dragged back to wherever they were holding her and suddenly, one of the captors stumbled as they entered her jail cell. They nearly dropped her, and the jarring movement brought fresh waves of pain.  She was once again shackled to the wall.  She smiled wryly over that.  She can’t even move, what was the point?

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #pedro pascal #kingsman: the golden circle #fanfic #agent whiskey x oc #agent whiskey x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[little-dragon-stories]

How could you Part 7

Namjoon abandonned you 5 years ago, not knowing you were pregnant. What happens when he meets you one night, with a little girl calling you oemma.

W.C. 2730

Warning: a sad Joonie otherwise, cuteness overload.

Gif is not mine but hers:  https://rmnamjoons.tumblr.com/post/189136746932 

A month later

A whole month went by since you and your daughter went to meet Joon ‘’officially’’. Their first encounter was the exact opposite of a fairy tale. Instead of the father and daughter bound that everyone was expected, it’s Yoongi’s hand that she insisted to hold that day. Nam was sitting in front of you and her on another couch. As soon as she arrived, he told her the best way to get rid of those bad comments at the daycare would be to take a picture together and bring it over to show it to the other kids. She agreed, asked you to take a picture of the 2 of them, obviously not a very «daddy and daughter» pose because she was so distant. As soon as you told her it was done, she stood up and asked if she could go meet the other members. You wanted to protest but Nam stopped you. Whatever makes her feel comfortable, he will agree with that. She ended up in the kitchen where the rest of the boys were waiting with a few managers to meet up with her. For her, it was easier to meet all of the boys instead of her father only. That day, as soon as she went in the kitchen, she ran into Yoongi’s arms and he lift her up like he did when she fell in front of him the first time they met at the park, allowing his free hand to hold onto the back of her little neck and holding her against his heart softly. Even though you wished it was with Nam that she would have cuddle, you have to admit the love between Yoongi and June was touching. They get along really fast, like they always knew each other. With the non verbal authorization of you and Namjoon, it’s Yoongi that introduced her to the rest of the boys that day. No matter how hard they tried, he remains her favorite uncle since then. Even Jimin, her bias and favorite singer ever can’t compete against Yoongi. 

That was a month ago. Your life has changed a lot since then. June has brought the picture of her father and her at the daycare and the rumor spread fast. There was articles in the magazines, journalist interviewing your neighbors and them stating «Yes, Namjoon lived here a few years ago, he’s the father of course». 

You decided not to give a second thought of those comments but you agreed on living in the apartment in front of the boy’s dorm.  As Namjoon told you, it was a gift from the uncles for June’s ‘’existence’’. So, you moved in to keep her safe.

June turned 5 years old the exact same day you moved in your new apartment. Namjoon and you organised a big party with all her friends, some family members and 7 cute prince charming. She was the center of attention all day long and she had the time of her life. There was dancing competitions, karaoke and all sorts of games. Your personal favorite was the candy bar and the cupcake bar. It was a beautiful day for everybody that came and June needed a few days to get over that day, she was overexcited.

She also became the official dogsitter of Yeontan when the boys leaved town for 2 shorts weekends recently. She’s so in love with that fur ball that you couldn’t refuse it to her even though you are not a «dog type». She and Tae spent time together, walking Yeontan, playing with him, showing the dog tricks and training him. It was cute to see her give some orders to Tannie and being proud of herself when he was obeying. It was even more cute to see Joon’s eyes when he was looking at his girl being happy.

Every now and then, Namjoon would come to your place to talk to you and try to get in touch with June but she was not ready to abandon herself in this relation. She stayed distant from him and even though Namjoon don’t complain and respect her boundaries, everyone could tell he was sad of the situation. June could watch a movie, sitting onto Yoongi’s laps, she refuses to even just watch the said movie with Nam. Yoongi brought her in his studio and let her play with his computers and instruments. She refused to visit Nam’s when he invited her in. She was polite, she was not having a despicable attitude. She seemed sad herself when she refused. She was just not ready to create that bond with him.

To help Nam connect with her, you regularly invited him to eat with you or share some day to day activity. They had very nice conversations about a lot of things when the 3 of you were together. You would always end up laughing and having a very good time the 3 of you together, almost like a normal family. Nevertheless, she would refuse to hug him or spend time alone with him. The situation really saddened you but Namjoon the most, obviously. What affected him the most was yesterday, when Nam came in your apartment to wish her goodnight and he found her and Yoongi asleep in a fort built with a few sheets and couch cushions, both of them laying on their back, tired from all the work they have put in building it.

You asked her why she was so distant with him, you tried to make her talk as much as you could. Her answer was always the same «I’m scared that if I love him too much, he will abandon me again». You tried to explain that he never abandoned her, that now he’s here in her life, in both of your lives for good. She remained distant. She refused to do stuff alone with him but when he was around, her eyes were always on him. Scrutinizing his every moves and words. For you, it’s a good sign, she is not indifferent, only scared. You decided that you will let time play his part, after all, he’s back in your life only since a few weeks. 

Today looking at her playing a board game with Yoongi and his girlfriend at your kitchen table,  you decided to go check on Nam.  You know he’s affected by her attitude. Yoongi agreed, of course, to take care of her while you go in the boys dorms. You thought you heard him answer you so you opened the door. You realised you must have heard something else when you see him asleep on his bed, laying on his back with a hand behind his head as a pillow. You couldn’t help yourself but admired how beautiful he became. He was always beautiful but he aged even more handsomely. You didn't want to wake him up so step back discreetly but he woke up when he felt your presence.

«Y/n? Is everything ok?» he asked, sitting straight on the bed while rubbing his eyes with his fists.

«Yes, don’t worry Joon. Go back to sleep».

«No, come on in. Please. I’m glad you’re here». He pat the place on the bed close to him.  You entered his room nervously, the intimacy of the place intimidating you. You and him used to share a room, a bed together and it was natural for you to be close to him. Not anymore even though you talked a lot together recently.

«Where is she?»

«She?» you smiled. 

«Sorry, where is my baby princess?» he smiled

«She’s home with Yoongi and noona. I left her there, I wanted to check on you»

The face he made left a pang in your heart. Seeing him sad was something you were never capable to endure. You sat on the chair next to his bed, ignoring his invitation to sit close to him and said

«I’m sorry Nam.» He just nodded. «She needs time to process it all. She was with me only for all those years. She’s scared you might disappear». 

«Well, Yoongi could disappear too, right?»

«Yes, but losing an uncle would be less frustrating, less painful than losing her father I guess».

«Y/n… it hurts… I understand... I know you’re right but it hurts. I wish she loved me the most, well at least a little».

«I know Nam. I wished it too but we can’t control her feelings»  His sadness, it was more than you could take. You came and sit close to him on the bed, facing him. «Nam, please don’t give up. It’s temporary. She will be in love with you soon, you’ll see».

«y/n… you don’t know that. What if I fail to be a good father. What if I disappoint her on every levels. What if she wants more than what I can giv...»

«Don’t you dare take that road M.Kim. You are perfect since the day you know she is yours. You always respect her rhythm, you respect her needs and you give all the space she requires even if it’s the last thing that you want to do. Let her time. She’s just scared»

«What if she wants Yoongi to be her dad instead of me».

«She doesn’t want him to be her father, he’s just less ‘’scary’’ than you. She’s scared to lose you. That’s all...»

«What if she ask him to adopt her?» 

«Ok Namjoon, enough! Get up!» you commanded

«What?»

«I said get up. We are going out. You need to change your mind and I need to go out. Now that I have free babysitters, I will enjoy a few time for myself. You have 10 minutes to get ready».

A big smile enlightened his face. 

«Where are we going?»

«You’ll see. 10 minutes».

You came in your apartment and changed into a pair of blue jeans and a white long sleeve t-shirt. 

«Yoongi, Noona? Can you look after my little pickle for the rest of the day»?

«Yes, of course we can» Yoongi answered.

«Oemma, where are you going?»

«Me and Namjoon have a date. A friends date. He’s not having a good time and I want him to relax so we’ll go for a long bike ride and then we’ll go eat a steak in the restaurant we used to go together when we had extra money. It was not that often… »

«That’s very nice» Yoongi’s girl said.

«Mom… I want to go with you»

«No June. Nam offered you to spend the day together with him and you said no, remember?» you hope she will fall into the trap «now, it’s my time with him. I miss being with him alone»

«But moooomm! I want to go with you» she said at the same time Namjoon opened the door and arrived in your dining room. You blinked at Nam, proud of yourself.

«Really June? I will be with your father, remember? You want to share an activity with me and him? Why now? How many times have you refused before?»

«But today I want».

Nam was very excited and it shows. «I don’t know what your mom planned June but for me it’s ok. You can come».

«Well, I am still not sure… » You were very happy that your little monster fell into the trap. You wanted Namjoon to look like the «good parent» and you the «bad» one. He deserves some points in his favor.

«June… I am not sure at all. I wanted to spend the day alone with my friend. What should I do». You pretended to be thinking, a finger pointed on your temple.

Namjoon went close to June and murmured something in her ear. She laughed and told you «if you say yes, Namjoon said he will cook for us for a whole day».

«Dear lord! Then, I have no choice but to accept, I want to see him cook for me».

«Yeah!» father and daughter exclaimed at the same time, dimples on full display «let’s go». You leaved the apartment under the proud smile of Yoongi.

++++++++++

«Oemma» June said, as you were walking along the river. She was between you and Namjoon, one hand in yours and the other in his. You have rent bikes and went on a long ride, you’ve eat an ice cream cone right before diner and then went to eat a steak at the steakhouse nearby your old apartment. You sat and looked at the clouds, talked and laughed for hours the 3 of you surrounded by a bunch of bodyguards. 

«I’m tired. I want to sleep» June says yawning.

You looked at Namjoon. He was smiling, his whole face glowing under the moonlight.  He had platinum hair, his shoulders were wider than ever and he smelled so good, he smelled him. His blue jeans jacket was really suiting him well.

«You want to sit on my shoulders» he asked her, hope in his eyes.

«I would be taller than everyone, would l be able to touch the sky?»

«You wanna try and touch the sky? Let’s do this». He was excited that for once, she was not rejecting him.

He leaned in front of her to be at her level and she jumped on his shoulders. His big hands came to hold her automatically, securizing her. Both of them seemed so happy in this very moment. You saw a bodyguard taking pictures, proud to witness one of the first real moment that they share together as father and daughter. 

«Appa, tiptoe please. I want to be higher» she asked, her little fist up in the air. It took you a few seconds to realize the word she used. When you looked at Nam’s expression, you became emotive. He was unable to stop the happy tears from falling. He was relieved, happy that the bond between him and her was still possible after all. 

«Appa, higher please» She was wiggling on his shoulders, trying to be as high as she could be. She was laughing, happy to be almost reaching the sky and the stars.

«Appa, you’re so tall… Higher please»

If he could make her touch the sky, he would have. He wanted to be the reason for her laughter.

«I can’t princess but wait...» He lifted her by the waist and brought her as high as he could, making her laugh and try to reach the sky as much as she could. There were so alike, their smile were the exact same. The way their dimples showed up, the way their eyes disappeared under the smile, their scrunching nose. «Oemma, look! I can almost reach the sky! Look!»

«I see you my love. I see you. You’re such a lucky girl to have a tall daddy, right?»

Seeing them like that, there is no doubt in your mind. The best is yet to come.

Later that night, when Namjoon went out of June’s bedroom after tucking her to bed, he came close to you. You were standing behind the kitchen counter, scrolling the pictures that you took of the day. Namjoon went behind you and encircled your waist from behind. His chin found it’s way on your shoulder and his temple leaned against yours. It was a warm and comfortable embrace. You felt home and automatically covered his arms with yours.

«Thank you Y/n. I don’t know how you planned this but I will be forever thankful. Because of you, I was able to have a precious moment with my baby princess. It’s more precious for me than everything else in this world» You were about to answer something when you heard a little voice.

«More than having concerts and making music» she asked him. That curious little pickle, she was listening to your conversation. You locked eyes with Nam and you smiled to each other.

«More than everything else in the world June. I would trade my career in the blink of an eye to be a full time father for a little princess called June»

«Really» she asked.

«Really» he smiled.

«Ok… Goodnight dad. Goodnight mom».

«Goodnight princess» you and Nam said at the same time. 

Yes, definitely, the best is yet to come.

#namjoon #rm #bts #rm serie #Kim Namjoon #Bts serie #bts namjoon fluff #kim namjoon dad #Bts fluff #Bts scenario

[hwanwooyoung]

(hope school works out well for ya!!)

ooh... observing the gifs 👁👁 deadly indeed... why is he so .. !!! :|

don't worry about not knowing something about mx... i am not an active fan or like.. proper part of the fandom either anymore and it's actually far more fun this way! unfortunately, i got into mx really fast and was surrounded my less-than-ideal stans who just... affected my perception and emotional involvement into all of this. which of course later on fucked me up greatly lmao (aka wonho leaving and pretty much the year after that). and then like weird stans all around... oof. ignorance is bliss. i think when it's cb time even as a casual listener you will know about it so like what else do you need to be aware of? jksadhasjkdk and just to make sure i was just joking i just think this jp album was so great idk why people missing out on it when it's right here :p

excuse my little Tragic Rant kjahajkshjksdahkj anyways idk what to watch and where to watch it either. i just see that they post stuff every now and then. good for them lmao

i see ya ulting (?) some powerful men huh... understandable eheheh

unfortunately, i know pretty much nothing about these groups.. but maybe one day, i am kinda curious about seventeen but idk what songs i should check out... mayhaps u could give me recs ??👀👀

for my own ult favs.. besides mx it's dreamcatcher, wjsn and kard!💘

i like a bunch of other kpop artists but it's more of.. casual fan territory? like i listen to their songs but have no idea what are the names of the members ahdjkshdjksa

and if we are talking about specific people: in kard i cherish all 4 folks, but currently very hyped for j.seph coming back from war. wjsn: eunseo and yeonjung got me bad; dc: siyeon and jiu could walk over me and i'd thank them heh 🥰

and u can tell both jh and hw that im simping for gorgeous women as if they could argue something like that 🙄🙄🙄🙄

also omg lmao yes the shoot out versions situation is such a gamble. there is no way to predict it... unlike alligator. jp version sounds slightly different right at the start! a fun fact i guess... or perhaps it's just me being insane because i listened to alligator so many times i can hear the difference lol - your monbebe valentine

thank you!! i hope it works out too

hyungwon is just naturally :| also this is such a cute emoticon i love it

i totally understand >< sometimes it's a lot better to just be a casual stan! that's also part of the reason i started this blog! i don't have to spend every waking minute of my day waiting for a new video from one specific group to drop; i can make whatever i want and make myself happy! but i'm also really sorry those fans made you feel that way :( they're not true fans if they're gonna be like that >< i never understood why some people feel the need to send hate when something happens that they don't agree with; it's like "if i can't control this thing happening, then i'm gonna ruin everyone who agrees with it"

the jpn album was good!! you right you right :)

it was not tragic!! it's all good hehe :) i totally understand!! although i must ask, have you watched X-Ray yet? :o

yes i do like powerful men 👀 but also powerful women. i think powerful people are just so cool. i could never be like them </3

OOH SEVENTEEN SONG RECS (sorry i got excited) T~T welp i can start you off with some title tracks first!! In no particular order...

1. Rock with you 2. Clap 3. HOME;RUN 4. Don't Wanna Cry 5. Fear

but also SVT and MX had a MAMA collab stage when they first debuted which i thought was so cool 🥺 another monteen collab when T~T

OOOOH such top tier taste you have!! who are your biases in each of those groups? :3 now my turn to ask you for song recs hehe

oh yes i feel you there! im gonna disappoint you by telling you i still don't know the names of all the WJSN girls 😭😭😭 i'm learning i promise

oop you already answered the bias question >< don't mind me~ such good taste you have <3 and i'm sure jh and hw would approve of your choices 💖

it's true tho the jpn versions have a sliiiiight difference but it's so subtle that you can't tell if you're not focused T~T it's a wonderful guessing game heheh i love it actually

anyways! do you have a favourite mx variety show? mine is X-Ray but specifically season 3 hehe

#igm.ask #anonymous #monbebe valentine ❣️

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Someday Darling (Part Four)

One | Two | Three

Summary: Leaving LA to go to New York to spend time with your brother might just be the worst/best decision of your life.

Words: 1,845

Student!Sebastian x Reader ; Actor!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING (y’all should just expect that by now) ; FLUFF & arguement flashbacks

A/N: THIS IS MY NEW STORY! WELCOME ONE WELCOME ALL! If you wanna be tagged, don’t be shy and let me know! ;) SHORT CHAPTER I AM SORRY

Tags: @221bshrlocked @potterhead1265 @shellymaesworld @titty-teetee @pawallday @chameerah @buckylicious@nerdywitch@teresaoliva20 @guera31 @i-should-probably-be-asleep-rn@hvitserksgirl @lancetucker@ssweet-empowerment @ijustreallylovezebras @amandarosemire

**GIF NOT MINE (originally posted by my girl, @lancetucker)

A knock interrupted my thought process, "(y/n)?" It was Penn, he slid open the door and sat beside me on the bed. "Hey, you feeling okay? You're crying."

I guess the memories had brought back real tears and I wiped my cheeks, smiling, "Yeah, I'm great. Just thinking about stuff." I leaned up and hugged him side on,resting my head on his shoulder. "Did Sebastian say anything about me? I royally embarrassed myself in front of him tonight."

Penn shook his head and chuckled, "Sebastian doesn't talk much but when he does, he's loud but don't worry, he never said anything to me about you. What did you do?"

I felt my face flush, "I think I accidentally checked him out and he may have accidentally seen it. Plus I... may have vocalized it." I buried my face in my hands and shook. "Fuck. What am I gonna do now? He thinks I'm some big horn dog."

Penn laughed and hugged me tighter, "I'll let you in on a not-so-secret. You are a horn dog, but he is much more of one." He laughed and stood, kissing my hair, he left the room and shut the door.

With Penn being gone, I was forced to go back to my trail of thoughts, I remember flipping Chris off and falling to the floor. 

Several hours after of just sitting there, in a pile on the floor, I heard a quite knock on the apartment door. I gathered enough strength to peek out the hole, it was him. I pounded the door, ignoring the fresh river of tears flowing from my eyes. "Go away Chris."

"(y/n), baby, listen to me. I know you saw those pictures but trust me when I say that they mean nothing to me! Andre suggested that I take Cassie out on a date or two to make the paparazzi go crazy so that the film becomes bigger. He refused to let me call you and I had to stay over Christmas. We're done shooting now and I won't be leaving again for while. Sweetheart, just please open the door and let me explain." He sounded so hurt.

I remained silent and tried to muster up the courage to open the door and face him. After a few minutes of looking at him through the peep hole, I removed the chain and stepped back. I watched the knob turn slowly and it creak open. "(y/n), please."

I stepped further away, crossed my arms and nodded. "You have two minutes." The tears were gathering in my eyes again but I blinked them away, refusing to look weak in front of him again.

He nodded, "Cassie Margaret means nothing to me. She's just a actress that I worked in a film with. I love you and only you. Please, (y/n)." He stepped a bit closer and I kept my arms crossed in front of me but not moving. "Baby, please. That kiss meant nothing, absolutely nothing. Just something for work, I promise." I nodded and breathed in sharply, "Chris, I can't forgive you right now and it's going to take a hell of a lot longer for me to even trust you again. But ... you can bring your stuff in. I'll get you a blanket for the couch." And with that, I turned away and walked to the bedroom closet.

"(y/n)? Hey, it's Sebastian. I'm just wondering if you wanted some Thai? I'm ordering in." He was knocking at the door, I was half asleep, in my head I could have sworn it was Chris so I somehow mustered a 'come in' and turned my head slightly, my face towards the door. He opened the door and chuckled, tiptoeing closer to me and shoved my shoulder. "(y/n)? What do you want?"

I shook my head and squinted my eyes at him, "Whatever you're having is good, babe. Thanks Chris." I rolled back over and felt myself drifting away.

I don't even remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, I had my blanket over me and a note telling me there was some Thai food in the fridge. There was no name left so I just assumed it was Penn. I brushed my teeth and hair, washed my face and got dressed for the day. I sauntered out to the kitchen, roughly around 10:30 and found Penn sitting on the couch, with a cup of coffee. "Hey (y/n) , welcome back to the real world. Guess flying doesn't agree with you, eh?"

"Careful, your Canadian is showing." I flashed him the finger and he chuckled, bringing his mug back to his lip. I walked to the kitchen, searching for a coffee mug when I saw someone move from the corner of my eye. I jumped a bit when I saw Sebastian sitting there, coffee in hand, reading the newspaper. "Morning." I said quietly.

He smirked and flipped the page. "Morning, there is some Thai food in the fridge for you." I must have made a face because he continued to say, "didn't you get my note?" He filled his mouth with coffee and swallowed slowly.

My face flushed to a deep red, "Oh? I thought Penn wrote that note. Why did you get me food?"

He chuckled softly, "Uh, I asked you last night when you were half asleep and you said to get whatever I was having and then-" He sighed, cocking a brow at me.

"Then what?" I pulled the carton of food out and placed it neatly onto a plate.

He looked up swiftly, clearing his throat. "And then you called me babe and some guy named Chris."

I almost dropped my plate putting it into the microwave. "Oh god, I'm sorry."

He laughed, "it's okay." He looked at me and smirked, "Who's Chris?"

I nodded and bit my bottom lip, "my boyfriend back in California."

He nodded slowly and drank his last mouthful of coffee. "Well, he's a lucky man."

 He stood up and made his way over to me. The microwave was directly over the sink so he scooted in close to me. He smelt like rain, vanilla, sex and coffee. I breathed in his scent and felt something rumble in my stomach. He was close enough that I felt his breath on my skin, his arms rubbing against mine. "Excuse me." He said, our faces inches from each other.

I didn't move back and neither did he. We stood like that, looking at each other until Penn yelled out from the living room that there was some food in the fridge for me. I cleared my throat and stepped slightly back from Sebastian. "Uh, yeah Penn, Sebastian just told me."

He stepped closer to me and I swear i could hear my own heart beat rise as he came closer. "(y/n), would you like a tour of New York?" He was inches away from me again and it took all within me not to reach out and touch his face.

I felt my face deepen in color, "I'd like to have a tour but Penn is working and you have school?"

He snorted under his breath, making coffee and toothpaste fill my nostrils. "Yeah, but it can wait."

I didn't hear anything he had said, all I could focus on was his plump, pink lips. I bit my lip and stepped backwards, "okay." It came out as a whisper.

Stepping closer, he locked eye contact with me and scanned my face, glancing at my lips. Biting his bottom lip, he lifted his hand to touch my hip. He brought me closer so I was invading his personal space, majorly. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, wrapping his arm around my waist. I knew this was wrong, and I knew I shouldn't be doing it but I kissed him back. I stepped away abruptly and sped walked to my room.

Sebastian followed behind me, long legged strides catching up to my short legs. I shut the door but he put his foot in the way, causing it to slam against his bare foot. "I’m sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

My back towards him, I nodded, "yeah"

He stepped farther into the room, cocking his to the side as if asking if it was okay. I nodded and he smiled lightly. "How long have you and Chris been together?"

My words got stuck in my throat, "uh, almost two years." I crawled onto my bed, bringing the throw blanket over my legs.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking for something to say. "Long time." He nodded to the end of the bed, obviously wanting to sit down. "Why are you in New York?"

I nodded again, and pulled my legs to my chest.  "Uh, a few months ago, Chris cheated on me with a co-star and I never really got over it. Decided to get away from him for a while so I could sort some stuff out."

He was rubbing the throw blanket with the tips of his fingers, froze he whispered, "seriously?" His lips parted ever so lightly and he licked them quickly. "What kind of idiot cheats on a girl like you?"

I froze, guilt filling my stomach, making me want to throw up. I jumped from my bed and ran to the washroom, filling the toilet with my guilt. Sebastian was right after me, knocking cautiously. "(y/n)? Are you okay?"

I laid on the floor, beside the toilet, sobbing quietly. He opened the door and saw my position. Instantly fell beside me, talking softly. "What's the matter? Was it the kiss? If that's it, I'm so sorry (y/n)."

I nodded and tried pushing away from him. "I just remembered how bad I felt when I saw Chris kissing another girl and realized that I didn't want to do that him, no matter how angry I am at him."

I skittered past him and trotted back to my bed. I fell asleep sometime between being sick and waking up to find Sebastian asleep in the chair beside my bed. I gazed at his features; strong jaw line, beautiful dark eyelashes, cheekbones to die for. He stirred and noticed me staring, "Hey." He smirked, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey." I rolled over on my side so I could sit up on my elbow. "I'm sorry for that little spell I did. You don't need to hear about my problems. I just met you." I felt my face flush and he smiled.

"(y/n). I understand how it feels to have someone betray you like that. It blows. You deserve someone who is going to respect and love you enough to never hurt you like that." A tear trickled down my cheek and I wiped it quickly, smiling with tight lips. He began to stand up but decided against it. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I knew you had a boyfriend."

I rolled back over, my back towards him again and sighed. "I know. Just don't do it again .. unless I ask."

#someday darling #part four #here we go #chris evans #sebastian stan #fanfic #fanfiction #taglist is open #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #au

[dishinshoryuken]

You know when everything is getting better and you go and hit that self destruct button....I did that...or I presume I did it. You see, I had no been doing much of anything dealing with the loss of the woman I adore and trusted and wanted to be with for the remaining life in my body. I for a while, forgot she was not mine to love the same way- once someone stops loving you, the love you had changes to a one way road.

August 15 2017

This is the day a friend online found out my lady love had another guy. She went to visit Africa on vacation....but she really went to meet her online boyfriend in person. I did not know this but it was not mine to know as she had moved on already and just needed the body to follow the mind.

One year later and we are back at it again. For some time, we did not have internet in the house (35 days) and things were kind of good. No streaming content,vids on phones took forever to load, no interaction with my online peeps....and then the internet came back. I was talking with a friend I only have on XBOX Live...and I was telling him about how the time I spent with AMC was good and felt real again. He asked me if she is still talking with her African boyfriend. I didn't know if she was or not but presumed she was.

He decided to check for me to bring me back from hoping in what he called "a dead thing that flops around from what once was live impulse leaving the corpse". I thought he was gonna check the Facebook stuff...but instead he got into her guys data. He was looking at stuff I did not know about and telling me about it. From the sexting they do to the gifs of sex they send to act like they are fucking to the nudes of themselves masterbating thinking of each other. Yeah, this guy online saw the woman I love doing something that even I have not witnessed yet. Sigh....

As he was telling me all that was going in between them over the past year, I went for a walk with s still fractured leg. A 2 hour walking....trying to burn off steam...didn't work.

He sent me over some images that we're tame compared to what he said the guy sent to her.( Lots of dick pics that she asked for.) And I was shown sides of her that she never showed me.

I tried to go to sleep....but knowing the lady that was in the same house I was in was having a better relationship with a guy across the globe ate at my pride. I snapped and yelled at her sleeping figure, startling her awake. Last time she got startled waking up, she hit me accidentally and knocked my loose tooth out. This time I was on the other side of the bed so no accidents. I confronted her with what I had been told and she came at me with the "let me explain"....

After I talked about more stuff they shared, she would say it is not how it seems. It is not what I think it is. Sigh....

They call each other husband and wife.

They talk about how I am not helping in the house.

They talk about meeting up again it her helping him with buying a new phone.

They talk about what they did on their adventure and can't wait to do it again with more in the bed time.

They talk about having children one day after she gets her tubes untied.

This was all I could take...and this was from JUST 2018!!!

As she listened to what I was being told, she started to cry because what she had done in her private time with him was now know to me. She felt that she should have had the right to tell me instead if some guy online digging in her guys data to find out what was going on. In a way she was right...but in a way, I see what reason JayZin did what he did. If she wanted to tell me, she would have done it...but she kept it between them for whatever reason.

Yes,I wish I did not know any of this- ignorance was bliss. Now I know and I fight to want to know more....or forget all together.

MyMandieMae.....not as mine as I had thought....yet here I am, still in love with you and wanting to help your dream of being with this guy come true...cuz he makes you have happy times. Your happiness is more important to me than my love for you...because without you being happy, I canno be the man who loves you. Find what you need and do not hold back. If you want a life with him, go for it. I will watch our boys and they are welcome to always be in your life. If you want to take the boys with you,I understand and I will do what I can to be in their lives. If you want nothing to do with us, that is your choice and we will adjust accordingly. But no matter which way you walk into your future, I will love you always.

This is August 17 2017....and the world of being with Amanda Mae Cvitkovich has changed.

Stay strong....cuz I know I am not.

[idratherlivefreetofail]

Screenshots from 2017 My Toughest Year On Youtube.

Seán, ( @therealjacksepticeye )

For starters. 

There’s so much I want to say to you right now that I’m not even sure where to begin. I already know that this will probably be another long post from me which I apologize in advance for if that’s the case and I have no idea if you’ll even see and read this or not. But I still wanna say all that I want to say to you even if you don’t ever see this post. 

I’m sorry that this year was a hard year for you. That it slowly wore you down and all the negative emotions from that hit you all at once because you didn’t realize how badly you needed to process those feelings and to take time for yourself and your mental health. When your emotions just hit you all at once it can be very scary and it’s hard to get all your thoughts together and understand what exactly you’re feeling because you’re feeling so many things at once and again I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I know that you know this already but please don’t feel stupid for feeling even if it’s a negative emotion because you still need to feel it and express it and any stress or pain that you’re feeling isn’t any less valid because there’s people out there who have “worse problems then you do.” If it’s something that matters to you or if something is stressing you out then those feelings are 100% valid. It’s good to see you looking at the bright side to things and focusing on them and are aware of how lucky and privileged you are as far as success goes but don’t just ignore stress or negative feelings because it’s extremely important to feel and express them. Sometimes you need to stop yourself and reflect on things. Honestly while I was watching this video and listening to you talk about this all I wanted to do is give you a massive comforting hug. Hence the gif at the start of this. xD You’re a very strong person you know that? The fact that you still spread so much positivity and joy everyday despite feeling all this throughout the year I think says a lot about you and how strong of a person you are. :) Honestly though Seán you have changed this year. I don’t think you’re the exact same person that you were at the start of this year. But that’s not a bad thing at all! I think you’ve changed for the better, why? Cause you’re finally taking time for yourself and you’re not holding yourself back anymore because of fear or your schedule! You’ve taken the first step towards facing the fears and insecurities that you have which I’m sincerely very proud of you for. I’ve always believed that you could do anything that you set your mind to but you always held yourself back because of your schedule or because you were scared or you felt like you weren’t creative or smart enough to do a certain opportunity. When the opposite is true. You are smart enough and you are creative enough to do whatever it is that you want to do! I’m so happy that this year you’ve started to see and realize that because again I’ve always believed in you. I love that you’re starting to make the most out of every opportunity that comes your way and seeing you try new things. Plus I’m happy that you’re taking time for yourself and taking breaks and that you’re gonna work on your mental health next year because that’s extremely important. I’m just happy that you’re giving yourself as much support and love as you do for us everyday. You’re learning more about who you are and that’s never ever a bad thing. :)

I want to say this here and now, you’ve never disappointed me Seán. You may feel like you didn’t try your hardest to be positive this year but honestly your positivity this year helped me get through a lot more then you may think. 2017 was a very hard and confusing year for me too especially these last few months because I seriously just didn’t do anything this year. Most of it was spent at my house 24/7 and all that free time can take a huge toll on you after a while. Honestly I’ve felt a lot of the same things you’ve been feeling despite us being in completely different circumstances. I went through a lot of low moments this year where I felt like my life was never going to get any better. This year has been a huge wake up call to me that I’m not happy with my life at the moment and that I’m in a toxic environment that’s making my mental health worse. I’ve taken a gigantic step back mental health wise this year which I’m very disappointed in myself for. I've been slipping into old bad habits and questioning things I shouldn’t question. I’ve been way too hard myself for making mistakes or having a hard time with certain things and calling myself pathetic when I shouldn’t. Plus on top of all that in these last few months my brother died at the end of October and all of this unlucky shit piled and piled on top of me and my family all at once. There was so much tension in my house that it overwhelmed me and just reminded me how toxic this environment is for me and how I would move in a heartbeat if I could. I even irrationally questioned myself on why I make posts about you and you’re videos everyday even though I absolutely love doing this everyday. All of this took a huge toll on my mental health, self worth and creativity and I’m sorry if because of that I ended up doing or saying something in any of my posts that unintentionally offended you, hurt you or anything like that. :/ You and doing this were probably the biggest positive aspects of 2017 for me because you and your positivity constantly gave me strength to make it through even the hardest day. I love making posts about you everyday and I learned one of the biggest important realizations or life lessons I’ve ever learned this year through your videos and through some of the amazing games that have come out this year. Which is to make the most out of the time you have and the importance of trying. Seeing you starting to take more opportunities and taking time for yourself gave me so inspiration to try and it just makes me want to be better overall. That’s what I want to be in 2018, I just want to be better! I’m tired of letting my anxiety control my life and hold me back from living my life to the fullest because I deserve so much better then this. I can’t keep not trying because I’m afraid. I don’t want to feel this way anymore and I just want to leave all this negative stuff behind. I may not be able to fully change my situation but I can change my attitude and mentality towards things. I don’t want to expect the worst out of life anymore I want to appreciate every good thing that comes my way even if it’s small. I want to learn more about myself and try new things and not treat myself like garbage when I make a mistake or when things get to hard for me. So hopefully all that positivity will give me strength that will help me progress even if it’s just a tiny baby step in my life next year. In 2018 my goal is to work on my mental health and to just try in general and live my life to the fullest as much as I can even if it’s hard to and even if life will constantly try to kick me down! I will make 2018 my year! :D 

Seán no matter what happens in 2018.  Let’s try our absolute hardest to make this year AMAZING!!! :D Happy New Year my friend. :)

-Vannessa

#Jacksepticeye #therealjacksepticeye #JSE #SepticShots

[amynchan]

Concerning my post from the other day:

TL;DR:  Sorry for pissing you all off and assuming you had no idea what you were getting yourselves into.

That being said, I do have more to say, but if you were just looking for my apology and wanna bow out, I’m putting it under a read more so you can skip it more easily.

I’m not gonna lie, I was really ticked off by a bit of the response to what I had to say.  My point of view was that Thomas was attempting to turn a stereotype on its head, a ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’ kind of deal and y’all blew it out of the water.  Before you call me an idiot for thinking that, here’s what I saw:

me: *opens new ml comic*

me: *immediately closes ml comic*

What went through my head was “...you didn’t even read the comic?  You saw this and got pissed off?  I mean, I can get it, but sheesh, not even a chance at seeing what he was trying to do or if this was intentional...”

Next reblog was an image that said Fucking Yikes in pretty font

What went through my head was “...aaaand now it’s a bandwagon.  Great.  Oh well, mob mentality...  I don’t think they’ll take it too far.”

Next was a gif of a woman who looked utterly disgusted.

Which, fine.  I kind of got the idea that based on these three images, everyone was immediately choosing to boycott the whole comic without seeing where he was going with it.  Which, hello, screams kinda dumb to me, but whatever.  It’s your cause and you’ll fight for it how you want.  Maybe some of you even read the comic, who knows.  Best not deal with it since my opinion’s probably gonna get people pissed off at me.

hold up… this is the OFFICIAL comic book?

????????????

what in the actual racist hell?? i saw a thumbnail of this on youtube and just assumed it was some alt-right trolling nonsense, not that it was aN ACTUAL SANCTIONED RELEASE????

who would i go to if i wanted to complain about this?

My thoughts:  Hey, look, someone’s questioning this and deciding to take matters into their own hands.  Maybe they’ll read the comic and if they find something they still dissent with, they’ll take it up with the right people.  If not, then cool.  Either way, hope this ends up ok.

Next comes a snapshot of the infamous conversation between fan and Thomas Austruc

My thoughts:  ...what the hell did you just do.  You just completely messed up any credibility/validity you ever had!  Did you go in there for a debate at all?  Did you think about his side of events before expressing your own?  Did you have a defense, an offense, or even anything to defend against this very obvious question!!?

Simultaneously:  Thomas has a point.  If they haven’t read it, they don’t know the context, don’t know what he was going for, and they kind of landed themselves flat on their face with their ignorance.

Also:  ...*face palms*  You guys...  just lost....  everything...

“good to know he really cares” I say as I roll my eyes

My thoughts:  You guys cannot be freaking serious.

This is the same guy who wanted to include all sorts of diversity in ML, who worked hard for that and you guys were all for that, but after this and his (very freaking PREDICTABLE!!!) question, y’all instantly turn your burners on high and flame the hell outta him.  I mean, what the hell?

But it doesn’t end there.

Because I made a stand for what I thought--something I just don’t do because I know people hate my way of thinking because it’s different and I still work through it myself sometimes--I got mixed feedback.

I’ll start with the good stuff.  I got a single solitary ask, telling me that I was being unfair to the people who were offended.  That they had valid concerns, but I wasn’t told what those were.  I thought that those valid concerns were more of the same of what I had been talking about, so that’s what I went with.  Spoiler:  without clarification, people will just keep going on the same branch.

So that happened, and to the questioner’s credit, she was extremely straightforward and polite.  A combo I rarely see, so good on her.

I actually didn’t see her response until my 15 minute break at work (which happened a few hours later), so I didn’t have the chance to respond, and I’m quite frankly glad I was.  Because it ticked me off.  It ticked me off because there were pieces of information that I didn’t know, and Thomas sure as hell wouldn’t know based on the fact that someone with NO BACKGROUND KNOWLEDGE OF THE COMIC went to argue with him about it.

Instead of “Hey, I haven’t read this comic, but I saw these pictures and am super offended!”, we could have had a discourse like “Hey, I read your comic and while I get your intention, your execution of this idea came off as really offensive.”  It’s a night and day difference!  We have one who is about to be schooled and we have one who is ready to do schooling!  Like..  what the heck, guys!?  Debate teams don’t just wake up and debate, debate teams gear up for a fight, anticipate counter arguments, and then employ them!  And that’s how they win a freaking debate!

Another thing that ticked me off was the complete disregard of one of my own points (the “wait and see” tactic), because she thought it was kinda stupid, citing an adult literally beating a child as an example.  Yeah, that would be instantaneous, but I’ve been in too many situations where I’ve been burned, burned others, or set literally everything on fire because I didn’t ‘wait and see’.  I’ve gotten in trouble, accidentally ruined relationships, and burned bridges so fast because of it that now it’s just common sense to wait and see.  So that was more of a personal (yet unintentional, I’m sure) insult.  That argument just went out the window for me based on recent events and personal experience.

The only objective argument I found was the explanation of “Ghetto Blaster” (which I’d assumed to be another stereotype to be subverted) as well as the addition of the beanie and dollar sign necklace, neither of which I’d placed as out-of-place.  I’d figured it was part of a warm welcome, like ‘make her feel like she’s at home’ kinda thing.  But the objective points made about those, how they were out of place and too much, were valid points towards their argument.  And that is the ONLY reason why I was able to take a breath and try to see it from a perspective I literally knew nothing about.

The slap about Thomas failing the test, though, ticked me off.  Because in terms of debate, so did the fans.  His question was valid from the point of view I was coming from, as well as his response.  Once you arm yourself with more information and context, then argue with him on a level playing field.  Doing so before is just an insult.  You’re assuming that you hold all the cards and that you know everything when you obviously don’t. You don’t have all the evidence, you don’t have the shots.  All you’ve got is three images you saw online that you initially assumed were fake and your righteous anger.  Lemme tell you from experience that emotion is a poor ally in a debate.  It has more holes than swiss cheese.

Another fan expanded on the points of clothing, which also helped me to see it more from that angle.  So thank you to them as well.

But I didn’t get any of this until someone STOPPED TO EXPLAIN!  Even if they were taking shots at my belief system and how I view and interact with the world, an explanation is better than just saying ‘you’re wrong hurr durr you stupid white girl’, which does happen sometimes.

Additionally, one of my friends who shall remain unnamed came and talked with me for about fifteen minutes while I was still in my raging zone.  She assured me that no one was actually attacking me or how I thought and that they were simply trying to express their point of view.  While it still doesn’t feel like it, it is with her help that I have taken this period of time to calm down and attempt to convey my side of the story (which, if you’ve even read to this point, good on you!  Have a cookie!  *gives cookie*)

Now, if you did click this thing and decided it was waaaaay too long, here’s the gist of it:

Y’all did not make it seem as though you knew what you were talking about at all, faced off with the literal head of ML with zero preparation, and only when I made my stand did you guys actually pull up evidence, explanations (both objective and seriously subjective), and make a solid argument.  While I know my ideas were not what ticked you guys off, I’m still seriously disappointed in the whole execution of this.  You guys could have made a serious impact and difference if you had argued this out with him rationally like how you’ve been trying to convince me.

Now, make no mistake, I am sorry that I pissed you guys off and I’m sorry that I made the assumption that you guys were flying off the handle on the basis of three images (which I had thought were promotional).  But please, for the love of all things holy and divine, think before you talk to someone with power about it.  Prepare your offense, your defense, and your points.  Make sure they’re valid and as objective as possible so that way you're making a difference and not just making noise that people will ignore all over again.

Also, to the person who told me I was ‘still confused’, that’s actually a really sucky thing to say.  More like ‘does this help clear up any questions’ or ‘is there anything else that we can clear up?’ would work, but telling me that I’m still confused is just calling me an idiot and I do take slight offense to that.  I am trying, but you don’t get to tell me when I stop being confused.  That’s my call since it’s my brain.  And these are my opinions, which I have reasons for and have just explained to all of you.  Just because they are different to yours does not mean that I’m ‘still confused’.

#long post #under tag #explanation #but feel free to ignore if you wanna ignore drama