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violetnotez · 3 years

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matchup for drew | JJK

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Hey babe! So I match you up with....

ＩｎｕｍａｋｉＴｏｇｅ

Look at this pretty boy like ughhh youre so lucky 😭

Inumaki is incredibly loyal-he wouldn’t ever ever give you a reason not to trust him

Also, don’t let his quietness fool you-he is a total trickster/prankster and will always be doing something silly to get you to laugh

He really likes training with you-to him it’s quite therapeutic and a great way to bond with you

But he’s cheeky at times if your doing close combat-he’ll just quickly plant a kiss on your cheeks to get you distracted so he can pin you down 💀

He thinks it’s amazing you’re so skilled in so many sports-it takes a lot to train, and he respects it a lot!

The one he really wanted you to teach him was rollerskating-one day he’d just walk into your room, hand holding a pair of new skates and just plainly saying “Tuna?”

Tuna meaning Please teach me, I know you’re busy but I’m bored and I just wanna have some fun please please please 🥺

He caught on to it really quickly, and in no time you two were blasting music and making trips to the grocery store for some sweets as quick little dates

Inumaki at one point tried to teach Panda and Maki, but Panda was totally decked out in headgear and shoulder pads and still ate shit every 2 seconds 💀

When he first met you, he honestly wasn’t really that intimidated

He still got that nervous rush of meeting someone new, but he was used to meeting intimidating girls-Nobara and Maki being perfect examples of that

Maki was so relieved to have another girl, and you two hit it off amazingly-you two would always be paired together cause you work great off each other as partners and as friends

Panda is just so lovingly protective for you, like if you feel uncomfy in public at times or just feel awkward in general, he’s right there to just give some support 🖤

He just approached you like he would with them, just a quick nod of his head and maybe a reply like “Bonito flakes” to be respectful

He is really intrigued by you-he’s naturally curious, how could he not when he has someone new and pretty in front of him~

But he gave you space, not wanting to intrude or make you uncomfy

But once you begin to open up, OH MY GOD he is so happy!

You get along well with his friends, it’s almost hard to imagine you not being in there friend group at one point-

Whenever something makes you smile, he starts noticing it makes him feel all fluttery inside,,,

Or when he is able to make you chuckle, he finds himself smiling but so grateful he’s able to hide his cheeks with his clothing-

He isn’t oblivious, he obviously knows he caught feelings but he’s super scared to say anything

Cause-how could he even tell you? It’s not like he could just walk up to you and say “Let’s go on a date-“

You could say no and reject him....or even worse, he could make a terrible choice of words and force you on a date by accident with his cursed technique

The 2nd option was too terrifying to him, so he opted to text you a picture of him holding a sign that says “Date?” like a prom proposal, his lilac eyes unable to look at the screen

He definitely begged Panda to take it, cause the picture was pretty fuzzy and theres a furry finger on a corner of the photo

But you thankfully said yes, and Inumaki took you to a roller skating rink, thinking you’d feel comfortable there to hang out. Which was a great plan, until Toge realized he didn’t know how to rollerskate

Panic ensues

The whole time he was desperately trying to repeat to himself “Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall-“ and still look cool at the same time 💀

It was still cute though, and after you helping him out a bit he caught on very quickly

Still did fall a few times, but when you would giggle and help him up he felt a lot better about it 🥺

Needless to say, was probably the main reason he asked you later on to teach him how to skate properly 💀

And also the main reason your guys’ second date was at a very flat forest with little shrines and fish ponds to look into

Inumaki reallllyyyy craves physical touch, but he never forces it upon you

At the beginning of your relationship, it was really delicate touches, from intertwining pinkies to resting his head on your shoulder

But then it slowly became more and more as you two got more comfortable

This dude will just full on run behind you and wrap his arms around you if hes tired

Or snatch your hand and squeeze it tightly if hes afraid you might be in danger

Does this really cute thing where he puts his forehead on yours and stays there for a sec- dont ask him why he does it, he’ll start blushing but he just likes feeling close to you like that 🥺

Songs for Your Relstionship: Paradise by Coldplay, Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran, Timeless by We Three

Drabble:

“Toge, what are you doing-and when did you get those?” you questioned, your eyes scrunched up in confusion as you eyed the white haired boy in front of you.

Inumaki was standing in your doorway, his jacket zipped up fully so only his violet eyes were visible. In his hands were a pair of roller skates, the wheels a clear plastic while the shoes being a periwinkle blue.

All he did was simply walked into your room, knowing it like the back of hand from countless visits as he picked up your skates that had been left on the floor from the day before. He simply held out both pairs, one simple word of “Tuna” presented out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows furrowed even more, head tilting slightly as you shifted on your bed.

What the hell did he want you to....

“Do you want me....to teach you how to roller skate?”

You saw him instantly light up, obviously ecstatic you had understood him so quickly. He simply nodded his head once as confirmation, violet eyes wide with relief and anticipation.

Inumaki had been bristling to get back in those skates after he had done such a disastrous attempt at your first date. Everytime he thought about how much he had fallen he always internally cringed, almost able to still feel the bruises on his rear that lasted days after.

You had looked so graceful and so happy that day, like you were gliding on top of water as you did laps around the rink or simply to just pick him off the ground after he had eaten shit. He wanted to be able to do that with you, to be able to have picnic dates at the park or just glide over to a store to buy some sweets and ice cream-he had so many cute ideas planned it was almost overwhleming.

He just needed to learn how to skate without painting his body in bruises first.

“Oh, Toge, Im so sorry-” he heard you saw, his heart falling slightly at the sound of guilt in your voice, “but I have some assingments I have to finish....maybe we can do it this weekend?”

That happy expression he had had a few moments before faltered slightly, his lips pursed and nose scrunched under his jacket.

But Inumaki was persistent-he wasnt one to take no for an answer, especially when he knew how to get what he wanted with a few dirty tricks.

Toge took a few steps towards you, his knee landing on top of your bed and making it dip under his weight, wrapping his arms around you in an inescapable hug.

Inumaki was pretty clever, as he knew it was hard for you to resist him when he was being clingy. He simply nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, white hair tickling your jawline, hands squeezing your sides gently.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly with an amused smirk as your propped yourself on your elbows and looked down at your boyfriend, who was clearly milking it to get what he wanted.

“Youre not gonna let go unti l say yes, huh?”

Inumaki picked his head up, violet eyes soft yet mischeivously as he shook his head gently-

This brat wasnt going to let go until you did exactly what he wanted.

You sighed exaperatedly, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Inumaki chuckle against your stomach.

“Fine then...” you gave in, finding it adorable how quickly his face light up.

“-But you have to buy me snacks and be my study partner for the rest of the night.”

Toge instantly smiled, the crinkles of the expression showing around his eyes. Getting you to teach him how to roller skate, and have a study date right after? This day was getting better and better for him.

“Salmon!” he agreed quickly, shuffling off of your form and handing you your skates- you were going to make him a pro after today, and he was more than ready.

I hoped you liked these, and thank you for requesting!! <3

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years

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The Girl with No Heartbeat Pt.4 ⊰JJ Maybank⊱

part one! part two! part three!

(gif not mine! all credit to lariita019!)

Word Count - 4493 Warnings - Underage drinking, smoking, swear words, mentions of some uncomfy sex stuff Synopsis - The boneyard party is in full bloom when Mera and the Pogues arrive. She makes a startling discovery about her new relationship with the ocean, but her knew friends dance her out of her funk. Back at the Chateau, Mera makes a revelation about her past that dampens the mood. John B tells her that there is an open position at Ward Cameron’s house. A/N - So, I know this series isn’t as popular as Ocean and Alcohol, but I’m in love with Mera the mermaid and everyone else, so here I am writing more for it. It’s definitely canon divergence, so some things that happen in the show will happen here, but not most of it. If you want to find the full version in one place, this is up on Archive of Our Own under the name “The Girl that had no Heartbeat”! Stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy!

Stepping onto the boneyard, Mera caught sight of the ocean for the first time since she left it. Hearing the waves crash against the beach sent chills down her spine, but seeing it froze her where she stood. Kiara, whose arm was linked with Mera’s when she stopped, turned back.

“You good?” She asked. Mera couldn’t tear her eyes from the open expanse of the ocean, heart starting to pound, her breathing speeding up. “Mera, it’s alright. You can stay here right here on the beach. You don’t have to go in the water.”

That was good. She didn’t want to go in the ocean. At least, she told herself that she didn’t want to. The roar of the ocean echoed in Mera’s heart. She heard the call of her sisters singing in her ears. Mera’s eyes fluttered shut as she listened to the familiar sound. It drew her forward toward the water, pulling at her stomach, her throat.

When her eyes snapped open, Kiara thought she saw the reflection of a face in Mera’s eyes. She took a step backward, letting go of Mera’s arm. Mera sucked in deep breaths, putting a hand on her chest.

“What the hell was that?” Kiara asked. Mera leaned forward, hoping to get some air into her lungs.

“My sisters,” Mera gasped, flicking her eyes up to meet Kiara’s. “They’re calling me back.”

“What does that mean?”

“If I go in there-” Mera looked up at the ocean, past the boys who had jumped full force into the party. “I don’t think I’ll be coming out.”

Kiara swallowed before stepping back up to Mera and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Then let’s make sure you never go in the ocean, yeah?”

Mera nodded her head.

“Yeah.”

“Come on. Let’s get you some beer. Get your mind off it all.” Kiara offered her hand. With an attempt at a smile, Mera took it and Kiara led her over to the rest of the party. Still, Mera could hear her sister’s whispering in the back of her mind, egging her toward the water.

It was strange at first, Mera decided. Very few times in her lives had Mera ever felt awkward, but now was definitely one of those times. All of the people she knew already knew everyone else, quickly making small talk, laughing about inside jokes, throwing sand at each other. Mera took small sips of her beer, still unused to the flavor. There had to be something she could do to get her mind off of the ocean call without getting in the way of her friends.

But before she could try, Kiara and JJ grabbed her by the hands, dragging toward a large group of people.

“Come dance!” Kiara said.

“Let loose, princess,” JJ echoed.

“I’ve never danced to this kind of music before.” Mera was hesitant to follow, digging her heels into the sand.

“Just move to the beat,” Kiara told her, putting a hand on Mera’s elbow.

“We’ll show you how.”

“And if anyone gets too close, just push them away.”

Mera was about to protest when they dragged her right into the thick of it. Her heart pounded in an uncomfortable away. Her chest ached, her lungs barely taking in any breath. Kiara stood in front of her, hands already in the air. JJ was behind Mera, one hand on her back to keep her steady.

After a few moments, the music started to drown out the ocean call until she could no longer hear it. A smile broke out on Mera’s face, a weight lifting off her shoulders. She found herself able to mimic Kiara’s movements, swaying her hips in a similar way, moving her hands to the beat.

It wasn’t music Mera was familiar with. There were drums, but they were much louder than she was used to and maybe something that sounded almost like a lute, but not really. She could barely understand the lyrics, but it didn’t really matter. Even with the bodies pressing in around her, Mera found herself laughing along with JJ and Kiara as they moved in sync.

Kiara took Mera’s hands, moving her around, spinning her in circles. It was almost familiar to the partnered dancing she did once upon a time. JJ, feeling left out, ducked between their arms and started to wriggle around like a worm, sending a fit of laughter through Mera.

“You’re ridiculous!” Kiara laughed at JJ, pressing against his shoulder with her hand.

Sweat beaded on the back of Mera’s neck, her legs starting to ache from the constant jumping around. But she didn’t care. She kept dancing. Eventually, JJ and Kiara went to go grab another drink and Mera followed them, not wanting to be alone.

“I haven’t danced like that in a long time,” Mera said, letting out a laugh as she plopped herself into the sand. John B handed her a beer, taking kegger duty for the time being.

“You danced?” JJ asked, sitting beside her. “I thought all old time-y people thought dancing was of the devil.”

“Darling, I was a pirate. I stole things from people for a living. You really think my parents had any issues with dancing?”

“Right, right.” Mera didn’t notice the way the tips of JJ’s ears turned red when she called him ‘darling’.

“How did you dance back then?” Pope asked, sitting on a fallen tree. Mera looked back at him.

“Do you want me to show you?”

“Yes please,” JJ murmured, taking a drink from his beer. Kiara jabbed him in the shoulder with her fingers, to which JJ threw a handful of sand into her beer cup. Mera stood as the two of them bickered between each other, offering a hand to Pope. When he looked at her skeptically, she raised an eyebrow.

“Humor me, Pope,” Mera said. “Let me teach you something for once.”

Under the prospect of learning, Pope decided that maybe dancing with the strange fish-girl wasn’t so bad an idea after all. He took her hand and she pulled him to his feet.

“This was one of my favorites,” Mera said.

She started with the footwork, showing Pope where to go and what to do, declining to tell him that she would be the one leading. When he started to get the hang of it, JJ whistled.

“Looking good there, Heyward,” he said, with a grin. Pope let go of Mera’s hand to strangle JJ, but she pulled him back, repeating the steps again. Once she was confident that he knew it, she turned to the others.

“Clap to this beat, please,” she said.

Mera clapped her hands a few times in the general direction of her friends. They picked it up shortly and Mera and Pope started the dance. It was slow, at first, to get him used to it, but she started to go faster and faster until Pope tripped over his feet. Mera let out a laugh, catching him before he hit the ground.

“That was amazing!” She said, straightening him. “I have never seen someone pick it up so quickly!”

“My turn!” Kiara pushed herself out of the sand. Pope took her place with a grin. JJ bumped his shoulder.

“I’ll teach you a new one,” Mera said, tapping her finger against her chin. “Ah, yes!”

They spent the next few minutes learning the new dance before Mera gave the boys a beat to clap. Pope added a few downbeats to go with it, laughing as Kiara struggled to get her arms and feet to work in sync.

“To the water!” A voice shouted from the large group of kids. Kiara, Pope and John B followed the instructions and took off toward the ocean. When Kiara slipped out of Mera’s hand, she felt like her breath was taken away from her. Mera watched all of the pogues in the ocean, laughing, splashing each other, pulling at each other’s legs from underneath the waves. She suddenly felt very alone.

“They’re safe out there, right?” Mera startled at the sound of JJ’s voice beside her. “None of your people-eating friends will come for them?”

After collecting herself, Mera crossed her arms and shook her head.

“No. They don’t come this close to the shore. Too high a risk.”

“What were you doing so close?” JJ asked her. Mera ran her tongue over her teeth and chuckled, looking at her feet as she buried her toes in the sand. There was no way she was going to tell him that she had come to watch him surf that day. It hadn’t been the first time she saw him, the day she saved him. She knew the boy with the blond hair wouldn’t be able to resist the waves that day, so she had come to watch him. It was a good thing she had.

“I like to play it dangerous,” she said, plucking her cup off of the ground and taking a drink. “Never mattered much to me whether anyone saw me or if I got caught in a net.”

A lie. She had been caught in a net once and it was the most terrifying experience. The feeling of the rope against her skin still haunted her.

“I see.”

“Aren’t you going to go in?” Mera asked, taking another quick drink to drown out the steadily growing ocean call in her head.

“Nah,” JJ said, sitting back down. “I just washed my hair. Don’t want to get it all salty.”

Mera smiled as she lowered herself to the ground beside him. A slower song came from the speaker where the others had been dancing. Mera narrowed her eyes at the sound. It was very different from what she was used to.

“How do you dance to a song this slow?” She asked JJ. “There is no beat for jumping, no way to move your arms or hips.”

“You usually dance with someone for slow songs,” JJ told her.

“Like a partner dance?” Mera’s eyes lit up. Partner dances had always been her favorite. Moving in sync with another person, that connection, was unlike anything else Mera had ever felt.

“Yeah, I guess so,” JJ said with a shrug of his shoulders. Mera scrambled to her feet.

“Will you teach me?”

JJ looked up at her, saw her beaming down at him, and couldn’t say no.

“There really isn’t much to it, princess,” he said, standing slowly. Mera’s smile fell and her breath hitched when he stepped right up to her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and watched JJ do the same.

“I just...you put your hands here-” He lifted her arms and draped them over his shoulders. “And I...I put my hands here.”

Mera felt her stomach flip when he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her in close until their chests were almost touching. The ocean roared in response.

“What now?” She asked, her voice just louder than a whisper.

“You sway, like this.” Mera smiled, chewing on the inside of her cheek, as JJ started to move back and forth. After a few moments, she followed suit. She felt her cheeks grow hot when his thumb grazed her bare skin. Her stomach flipped a thousand more times and she wasn’t sure why.

“This is a very easy partner dance,” Mera said, trying to break away the tension she felt.

“There’s not much to it.”

That connection that Mera had been thinking about when she thought of partner dances was so different from what was happening now. That connection was like a string bringing two people together, tying their lives into one, for a moment relying on someone else. This was different. This was intimate. This was close. Too close.

The song ended and Mera stepped away, dropping her hands and shoving them into her back pockets. She cleared her throat and JJ coughed, looking away from her out toward the ocean. He rubbed his palms against the side of his pants.

For the next few moments, which felt like an eternity, neither of them said anything. That is, until John B ran out of the ocean with Kiara on his back, both of them cackling with laughter. John B fell to the ground, Kiara tumbling off of him. Mera glanced up at JJ briefly, only to meet his eyes before looking back at her friends.

“It’s freezing in there!” Kiara shuddered to prove her point, shoving her hands into the cool sand. “Should we head back?”

Pope came stumbling out of the water, rubbing his arms with his dripping wet hands.

“I just remembered that there are man eating fish out there,” Pope said, walking as if the ground was made of glass.

“Pope,” Kiara hissed, smacking his shin with the back of her hand while nodding her head toward Mera, who found it in herself to give a little laugh.

“Mera, I’m sorry-”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Mera said with a wave of her hand.

“Let’s get out of here,” John B said, pulling his shirt back on over his head. “I’m frozen solid.”

Mera wasn’t aware they were being accompanied by another girl on their way back home. She had seen her at the party, danced beside her a few times even. She wasn’t sure that she had seen the girl talk to John B even once, yet she was his escort home.

There was only one time Mera had ever been inside a brothel. She had pretended to be one of the girls, hoping to preen information about a slave ship from one of the clients. The girls were sweet, willing to lie for her, to protect her. But the life they lived was one of servitude and Mera had been more than pleased to leave two weeks after she arrived.

Now, she wondered if that was how this girl felt. The longer she looked, the more she realized that that wasn’t the case. While the girls at the brothel had to pretend to want to be there, this girl was shameless in her desire for John B. Mera almost found herself smiling. At least women were free to love to whatever extent they wanted without shame. She just hoped that it meant there were few women being murdered and attacked on the streets.

When John B stopped the van, Kiara, Pope, and JJ hopped out as quickly as they could. Mera followed out, not really wanting to watch her fake cousin in such an intimate place. Walking over to her friends, Mera felt a laugh build up in her throat.

“We’re going to have to put you in a different bed, princess,” JJ said, not hiding his smile.

“I can’t believe you let me sleep in that bed...ever,” she said, quiet giggles coming from her mouth.

“I don’t think there’s a single surface in that house you can sleep on with those two around,” Kiara said, waving her finger between JJ and the house where John B was. A burst of laughter came from Mera as Pope gagged.

“That’s disgusting to think about, Kie,” Pope said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m blaming you for putting that thought in my head.”

Mera kept laughing as he pressed his forehead against a tree, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as if to scrub the image away. JJ stood there, silent but not embarrassed.

“We’re probably going to have to sleep out here,” Kiara said, laughter still making her words shake. “Here, the hammocks are comfortable.”

Kiara crawled into one of the hammocks, JJ hopping in after her. Pope and Mera climbed into the other, shifting around each other and passing sorry’s until they were comfortable.

“I’m not tired,” Pope said.

“No, me neither.” Kiara sat up. “Mera, tell us something about your life.”

“Which life?”

“Either one.”

Mera thought about her life under the surface, how cold she had felt, how cold she had been. She thought of the way her teeth sunk into the necks of hundreds of men, the way she tore the flesh off of people’s bones. She tried to smile, but the thought made her sick. They didn’t want to hear about that. No. They would run from her if they knew just how horrible she had been.

“What do you want to know?”

JJ pulled something out of his pocket, flicking it open, a little flame appeared. Mera startled, sitting straighter.

“Is that...fire?” she asked, scowling at the little thing. JJ nodded.

“It’s a lighter.”

“You carry fire in your pocket?”

JJ stuck something between his teeth, a bit of rolled up paper, his grin lopsided. He brought the flame to the paper, letting the edge burn. Breathing in and then out again, a puff of smoke curled out of JJ’s nose and mouth. Mera’s eyes widened with glee.

“Is that like a...a pipe? But small?” She asked.

“And disposable,” JJ said, handing the piece of paper to Kiara, who took a long breath in. “You wanna try?”

Mera looked at Pope, who shook his head.

“I always keep the signal clear,” he said, tapping two fingers against his temple.

“I am unfamiliar with what a signal is,” Mera said, taking the piece of paper as Kiara offered it. If it was just like a pipe, then Mera knew how to use it. Putting the paper between her lips, she let herself get used to the strange texture, shutting her eyes. She breathed in deeply, feeling the smoke fill her. She let the breath out, puffing the smoke into the warm night air.

Handing the paper pipe back to JJ, Mera felt her nerves begin to relax.

“I have a question for you,” JJ said, propping himself up on his elbow. Mera looked at him with a small smile and narrowed eyes. “Are you a virgin?”

“JJ!” Kiara protested, tapping her toes against JJ’s cheek, who swatted her feet away,

“Kiara, it’s fine,” Mera said with a laugh. “No, JJ, I’m not.”

“Really?” Pope asked from beside her. Mera shrugged.

“I was a pirate with a duty to fulfil,” Mera told him. “And men are very willing to tell a girl anything when she has him in such a compromising position.”

JJ and Pope laughed, but Kiara just stared.

“You said you were 16 when you became a mermaid,” Kiara said. Mera nodded, smiling. “You were sleeping with men for information when you were 16?”

Mera shrugged her shoulders, unbothered.

“I had been doing it for three years before that.”

JJ and Pope stopped laughing.

“That’s fucked,” JJ said.

“Your parents made you do that?” Pope asked. Mera was starting to feel like she shouldn’t have brought it up. Her smile fell and she suddenly felt the weight of their stares.

“They didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to,” Mera told them. “I did what I had to.”

Mera had never been ashamed of it before. Those in her crew clapped her on the back, told her what an amazing job she was doing. Her mother and father gave her rewards for it. Maybe it made Mera a little sick on the inside, but saving slaves and stealing cargo made it all worth it. It was her life for theirs, right?

But now, with all three pairs of eyes on her, Mera wondered if it was something to feel shame about, to be embarrassed by. She sniffed and looked down at her hands with a small shake of her head. The mood turned sour instantly and Mera couldn’t help but feel that it was her fault.

“I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head with a little laugh. “I shouldn’t...I shouldn’t have said anything.”

No one spoke and Mera just felt worse and worse until JJ reached his hand out, the paper pipe in his hand. Mera looked up at him and he gave her a twinge of a smile before looking at the thing in his hand. Mera scoffed, feeling a ghost of a smile on her own lips. She took the pipe and put it between her lips, breathing in and out, in and out, in and out, before passing it back to JJ.

“We’ve all got dirt,” JJ said, his fingers grazing over hers as he took it back. “Don’t feel bad about yours.”

It didn’t take long for the sour mood to turn back to something light and airy. Mera clamped her mouth shut for as long as she could, not trying to say anything else to make them uncomfortable.

The sun was starting to peak over the horizon when Mera realized that she was still awake. Pope was asleep beside her, soft snores coming from his mouth. Kie’s eyes were shut, her breathing steady, but Mera wasn’t sure if she was awake or not. It seemed like JJ hadn’t blinked in over an hour, his eyes fixed on the sky above. Mera listened to the water beat against the shore, the wooden dock creaking with the movement of the current. For a moment, she could close her eyes and imagine she was back on her ship, sleeping in her hammock with her bunkmate beside her. The water would kiss the sides of the boat, pounding against it when the waves came. Mera would sleep through it.

The only difference between then and now was back then, Mera couldn’t escape the ocean call wherever she was. Even on land, she heard them calling to her, begging for her to join them. Now, she could only hear it when she was close to the water, as last night had taught her. But she knew a good way to drown it out; music, dance, alcohol, smoke, JJ.

When Mera’s eyes shot open, trying to take back her own thoughts, she realized that the sun was higher in the sky and that she was the only one in the hammocks. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up. JJ and John B were out front, fiddling with some kind of mechanical thing. Pope was sitting on the steps, drinking water through a straw. Kie was nowhere in sight.

Throwing her legs over the side of the hammock, Mera smacked her lips and stretched her arms.

“Welcome to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty,” John B said with a smile, standing. “Sleep well, cos?”

Mera grunted, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“There’s some breakfast on the table,” Pope told Mera as she walked inside.

“Thank you, Pope.”

“He gets a nice, pleasant ‘thank you, Pope’ and I don’t even get a wave?” JJ whined to John B. “Women.”

“Maybe if you stopped asking her about sex and tried to have a normal human conversation with her, she’d be more likely to say ‘hi’ when she wakes up,” Pope suggested, slurping his water loudly. JJ blew a raspberry at him. Mera smiled as she picked a plate off of the table. Peanut butter toast. Mera felt her heart warm.

Walking back outside, she sat beside Pope, munching on her toast.

“Hi, JJ,” she said.

“Hey, princess,” he replied with a smile, turning back to the mechanical object he and John B were working on.

“What is this thing?” Mera asked Pope, setting her plate on her knees.

“It’s a motorcycle,” Pope told her, leaning back on his elbows. “JJ’s dad told him that if he could fix it up, he could keep it.”

“Is it like a car?” It was obviously a stupid question by the way John B and JJ snickered to each other. Mera scowled.

“It’s like a horse, I guess. Except it’s got two wheels and an engine.”

“And instead of carrots, you feed it oil,” John B added, smearing something black across his forehead.

“Ah.” Mera was slowly starting to understand. At least, she thought she was.

“Oh, cos.” John B turned around toward Mera, wiping a metal tool in a rag. “Ward called me this morning. He thinks he might have a job for you.”

Mera’s eyes lit up and she grinned.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t sound like fun, but it’s money,” he told her. Mera nodded her head excitedly.

“I’ll do it, whatever it is.”

“See, he’s got this pod of old stuff left behind in people’s houses when he buys them. He likes to keep some of the stuff to sell off later. Says he needs someone to clean everything off, make sure it looks shiny and new,” John B said. “You up for it?”

Mera stood, still grinning.

“Of course!”

“I’ll let him know then,” John B said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and stepping inside the house. Mera couldn’t keep her smile from her face.

“You know what that means, right, Mera?” Pope said.

“I’ll be making money to repay you guys for all you’ve done for me,” Mera said, glancing between Pope and JJ, who was wiping his hands on his shorts. Mera hadn’t realized until just then, but JJ had discarded his shirt, leaving his top bare. She felt her cheeks grow hot and she turned back quickly to Pope.

“It means you have to hang around Rafe Cameron’s house,” Pope told her slowly. Mera shrugged, blowing air through her lips.

“Rafe Cameron doesn’t scare me,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest.

“Just be careful with him. He has a habit of making the Pogues’ lives a living hell,” Pope told her.

“And he has a thing for hot girls,” JJ added. Mera tilted her head toward him. “You think I’m hot?” she asked. She wasn’t entirely familiar with the term, but from the context she was sure she understood well enough what it meant. It made her smile to see JJ splutter and try to cover for himself.

“Like I said,” Mera said, looking back at Pope. “Rafe has nothing on me. I can handle myself.”

Pope looked at his feet.

“Be careful with him,” Pope said once more. “That boy’s unhinged.”

Mera didn’t have anything to say in response. Maybe he was, but Mera had spent 16 years with people who were supposed to be ‘unhinged’, immoral, the scum of the cities. Sure, the Cameron’s were filthy rich and part of her despised them for it, but she also remembered Denmark Tanny. He was rich beyond belief all because of that shipwreck, yet he was a kind soul, a gentle heart.

Mera knew better than to hate someone for what she saw on the outside. She just wished that she could prove to the Pogues that maybe Rafe wasn’t so bad. She remembered how Rose spoke to Rafe, the way his father seemed to look right over him. Mera wondered what could be beneath the boy’s hard exterior.

“Cos, good news!” John B said, walking out of the house. “Ward wants to meet today if you’re willing.”

Mera guessed she was about to find out.

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frogbe · 5 years

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dr1 girls comforting their s/o after they told them about their previous abusive relationship?

1: Thank you so much for sending this in..! It helped me vent a good bit, and 2: I’m at my aunts currently without anything to do, so please, everyone send in as many requests as you want!! And 3: I’m sorry if some of the girls are slight ooc.!

(And thank you for allowing me to write about some of my favorite characters.. coughcoughSakura)

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: PAST PHYSICAL ABUSE, AND A BIT OF SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST GAME!⚠️

Kyoko Kirigiri:

~You were pretty skittish and nervous about getting into another relationship.

~Since your last one...well...didn’t go too well,

~Kirigiri, being the smart detective girly that she is, noticed your skittishness very early on,

~She could tell the signs of someone who used to be in an abusive relationship because of her detective work, but decided to not say anything and let you tell her when you felt comfortable doing so.

~One day when you said you had something very important to tell her, she knew what was coming,

~She thought she’d be prepared for it,

~but once you started to explain all about what your past “lover” did to you, she was shocked, and more so; disgusted.

~She didn’t get why people would abuse their lovers, I mean, they are called their “lovers” for a reason! Right?

~By the end of it, you were in tears and she was running her thumb over the back of your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

~If you were okay with it, she’d absolutely be okay with hugging you for a long time,

~(maybe even cuddling you~)

~“S/o....I’m sorry you had to go through all that. You didn’t deserve it..”

~She’d be more careful and make sure you felt absoutlely comfortable with everything you guys were doing,

~She’d start to give you hugs if you ever started thinking about it more, or just give you hugs(because she loves you~)

~and if you have any scars, she wouldn’t mind,

~(because of her hands, she thinks she isnt one to judge)

~She will even occasionally kiss one of the more visible ones! But that’s kind of rare, unless you are feeling particularly upset about them.

❤️Aoi Asahina🏊🏼‍♀️:

~She probably would take a bit of time to realize your skittishness and constant anxiousness, but once she does,

~Oh boy, is she concerned

~She loves you so much! And does her best to show it! But, your still very nervous around her.?

~There is a thought at the back of her mind that thinks someone else had caused you to be like this, but she ignored that thought thinking that it wouldn’t be possible.

~At least, thats what she thought, until you asked her to talk about something important.

~She was growing increasingly worried, ‘what’s wrong?’ ‘Did something happen?’

~When you began, she could already feel tears welling up in her eyes

~You went through...all of that...?

~By the end of it, you both are in tears and she has already hugged you and had your head on her shoulder(or against her forehead if your tall, like me-)

~“Baby...you are so strong...I had no idea you went through so much....but... I promise you...it gets better,”

~“And I’ll be here for you, every step of the way.. I promise.”

~Be prepared for long and warm cuddles after telling her that, her being the big spoon and giving you so many soft kisses everywhere

~She would constantly praise you for example:

~”You are one of the strongest people I have ever met” “Baby, you know I love you to bits, right~?”

~And If you have scars?

~Oh boy- Be prepared for them to smothered in kisses!

~Especially with cuddling~!

📕Toko Fukawa✏️:

~You and Toko could get along because of both of your nervous natures,

~but Toko could tell yours isn’t just random, and that there is some story behind it.

~You would sometimes flinch harshly near her and other people who were nowhere near threatening, which concerned her.

~Although, through all of her worries, she still didn’t want to approach you about it, because she feared that she was wrong,

~She thought nothing of it when you nervously asked to talk to her about something very important.

~As you began she became horrified and angry at the same one

~”They did what!?!?”

~She was angry to say the least,

~How dare they do that to you...

~She was VERY angry at your past “lover”

~ And I’ll tell you this; Genocider defiantly would ‘take care’ of your past “lover”

~Even though Toko isn’t one for physical affection, she would defiantly cuddle you throughout that whole night

~And give you a couple small head kisses

~and probably read you to sleep,💞

~She’d become generally more affectionate and loving to you after learning this,

~if you have any scars, she wouldn’t care, and would tell you that, and reassure you if they bother you.

♦️Celestia Ludenburg♣️:

~You used to be very nervous and flinchy around her

~I mean, she can get pretty intense at times,

~But cause of her gambling, she could tell something is wrong.

~Her gambling allowed her to learn how to read people’s emotions and easily tell how people were feeling

~but, She felt guilty whenever you flinched near her, because she felt as if she had made you uncomfortable,

~When you asked to tell her something important one day, she was all ears, she wanted to listen to your problems and was fine with doing so, she thought you had just had a bad day or something.

~Oh was she wrong.....

~As you countiued, she grew angry, but looked calm on the outside

~She wasn’t angry at you, she was angry at herself and your past “lover”.

~Why couldnt she have realized this sooner!?

~She was also very angry at your lover for doing this to you,

~’How dare they hurt a beautiful person like you!?’

~She quickly wrapped you in a hug by the time you were done explaining all of it,not caring about ruining her hair, and dress for once.

~She rubbed your back and allowed you to cry if you needed to

~She’d stay with you all night, laying on her side, facing you,

~She would be holding your hand and giving it kisses and giving you cheek kisses and reassuring you that ‘You didn’t deserve that’ ‘You were too good for them anyway.’ ‘They deserve to burn in Hell.’

~ Well, That last one wasn’t that reassuring. But it helped nevertheless.

~If you have any scars she would take time out of her nightly routine just to kiss, Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

~She will continue to do this every. single. night. Until your either okay with them now, or want her to stop,

~(But really- who would want Celes to stop giving you kisses everywhere~)

~And, If she ever meets your past “lover”....well, let’s just say they might need an ambulance.

🌸Sakura Oogami💪🏻:

~She is a naturally gentle person, so most people that actually know her aren’t nervous around her

~Except you,

~Your very skittish and nervous around her still, even after knowing her for a long time

~It breaks her heart whenever you flinch near her or from what seems to be because of her fault.

~She tried to show you more that she wasn’t going to hurt you,

~Being way more gentle, telling you she is going to touch you before doing it, giving you protectively gentle hugs, allowing you to hug her whenever you need to, and helping you in whatever way she can.

~But... You still always flinched...

~She was concerned, and that’s just putting it lightly.

~Unlike the other girls, she’d actually talk to you about this first.

~”S/o.....why are you always flinching whenever anyone of our classmates touches you.?”

~Or the unsaid question that you could clearly hear “.....Why don’t you trust me..?”

~You know there is no way to lie about this so you decided to just tell her,

~As you continued, she was relieved to learn it wasn’t her fault, and that no one was currently causing you to act like this

~But She was more so horrified and a bit angry

~Why would someone do that to their own lover!? No. Why would someone do that to ANYONE?!

~She didn’t get it

~She asked you if she can hug you, and if you say yes; she’ll gently pull you towards her and wrap her arms around you carefully.

~If you said no, she’d respect that and just stick to verbal comfort,

~”I apologize, love. You didn’t deserve to have to endure all of that pain.......You are so strong..........”

~She would coddle you for the next few days and do her best to make sure you constantly felt safe,

~That night she’d cuddle you, being big spoon that night

~She’d even gently play with your hair, and give it a soft kiss every once and awhile.

~If you have any scars, she wouldn’t mind, she has a couple too, so, it doesn’t matter to her

~But If they bother you, she’ll reassure you that you have no need to be ashamed of them, and she loves them

~”Those scars show that you survived something terrible...don’t be ashamed of them..”

~She will give emphasis on that by giving you a gentle forehead kiss and soft hug

~(gosh I just want a hug from her-)

🎤Sayaka Maizano🎼:

~Sayaka is a naturally kind and motherly person, so she only slightly confused by your behavior

~Shes mainly concerned

~You flinch a lot near her and your other classmates,

~So she assumed that you just didn’t like being touched without warning, so she didn’t touch you without saying she was going to for a while

~Until, you asked to speak to her about something very important,

~She sat you two down and listened quietly

~As you began to explain a couple tears filled her eyes,

~”You went through....all of that....?”

~She sounded terrified to say the least,

~She instantly would tackle you into a hug and let a few tears, that you couldn’t see, fall down her face

~”I’m so, so, so sorry that you had to go through something so.....terrible.......”

~She spend the rest of the day just pampering you and giving you SO. MUCH. LOOOOVVVVVEEEE.

~Like Aoi, she’d constantly praise you, and give you little Eskimo kisses~

~She would be big spoon that night and rubbing small circles on your tummy

~If you have any scars, she wouldn’t hesitate to every one of them and tell you;

~”Your scars are beautiful and I love them, just like I love you..”

~MORE. KISSES.

~She’d also start trying to make sure your always comfortable, so if you feel uncomfy going on stage with her after her showing during the closing of it, she won’t force you to

~and she WILL find your past s/o and make sure they get a lot of jail time.

#sakura oogami x reader #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #celestia ludenburg x reader #toko fukawa x reader #sayaka maizono x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa v1 #trigger happy havoc #trigger warning: Abuse #tw: abuse #tw: past abuse #trigger warning: past abuse #tw #trigger warning

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bing-fucker · 4 years

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Oh, good! I was wondering if we could get 74. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole." with Chase and Character Jack? Like maybe they're college roommates and Jack is flirting with/being groped by some guy at a pub and Chase gets jealous/protective?

Jealousy as a concept makes me very uncomfy, and also I adore protective tops, so we’re going with the second option!

Just a reminder for those that don’t know or didn’t see the last couple of asks, Character Jack is the Jack I reference here. If I ever refer to the real-life YouTuber in asks (not requests), I’ll use Sean. So this is the character that, in the JSE Egos canon, is currently in a coma. But this is college age, so no somnophilia here! (Oh but that just gave me a wonderful idea...)

Warnings: Non-consensual groping, a small bit of violence (Chase gets in a fight), first-time anal sex, car make-outs, I don’t know what the name for it is, but Jack does kind of like seeing the results of Chase fighting to protect him. Ask me to add warnings as needed!

Chase and Jack weren’t dating. That was something that both men constantly reminded their other uni friends. Sure, both were bi, but that didn’t mean they were instantly dating. And sure they flirted a lot, and Chase had more than a few fantasies about his roommate, but they weren’t dating. In fact, Chase was pretty sure Jack only jokingly flirted with him.

All of this was what Chase was desperately trying to remember as he watched his roommate and best friend. They’d gone to the club with a group of friends who, if Chase knew his friends, were going to quickly be abandoning Chase and Jack for a pub crawl with some sophomores.

Jack was on the dance floor, swinging his hips to the music and dancing with some guy that Chase was seventy percent sure he didn’t even know the name of. Neither Jack nor Chase had been drinking- Chase was designated driver and Jack never drank unless Chase did as well. But Jack never really needed alcohol to get his groove on. He was an energetic guy and dancing was a fun way to get out some of that energy.

Jack turned and caught Chase’s eye, winking dramatically as he kept dancing. Chase laughed and raised his glass of water in response. Jack laughed as well and Chase was so distracted admiring his smile that for a second, he didn’t notice the stranger’s hands on Jack’s hips. He frowned when he noticed, shifting a bit. It was the guy Jack was dancing with, so at least it wasn’t a complete stranger. Chase settled back in his seat, deciding not to step in until needed.

Jack laughed a bit uncomfortably and detached the guy - Dave? That sounded right - from his hips. “Sorry, dude, not lookin’ for a lay tonight,” Jack said.

“You sure?” Dave(?) asked, smirking slightly. He was English and part of Jack found it fitting that it would be some English guy. “Because you’re certainly shaking those hips like you are, love.”

“I’m pretty su-” Jack squeaked as Dave settled his hands on his ass, groping him harshly and pulling the Irishman close. “Dude! What the hell!?”

“Relax,” Dave purred, grinding rhythmically against Jack. “Just havin’ a bit of fun, yeah?”

“Dude, get off!” Jack exclaimed, shoving at Dave. Dave simply grinned in response and pressed his lips against Jack’s, letting the Irishman taste the alcohol on his breath. Jack whimpered softly, eyes wide as he beat against Dave’s chest. The brit just seemed amused, gently groping and massaging the flesh of Jack’s ass.

“God, you’re hot,” Dave muttered against Jack’s lips, moving his hands and giving Jack relief for just a second before they were shoved down the back of Jack’s jeans. Jack squeezed his eyes closed uncomfortably, still hitting Dave’s chest as hard as he could.

Jack was surprised when he was suddenly pulled away from Dave, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Chase.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chase asked, looking at Jack in concern.

“Yeah,” Jack breathed. “Sorry for making you come over here, I probably could’ve handled it.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Chase replied, frowning and patting Jack’s shoulder gently. “Do you want to head back to the car? I’ll deal with this asshole.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, nodding and patting Chase’s back before hurriedly leaving and going to the car.

Jack sat in the car alone. It wasn’t actually Chase’s car, but the actual owner of the car had entrusted Chase with the keys. And he was currently making out with some girl at the bar back in the club, so Jack was sure he wouldn’t mind. Jack frowned and hugged his knees to his chest, silently berating himself for letting that happen. Luckily, he didn’t have long to wallow before Chase was climbing into the driver’s side. He had a bruise forming on his cheek, a cut lip, and bruised and bloody knuckles.

“Dude!” Jack exclaimed, putting his feet on the car floor and looking at Chase worriedly. “What the fuck, did you fight him!?”

“He certainly tried to fight me,” Chase replied, flexing his hands slightly. “Someone called over some nearby guards.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Nah, I told ‘em he was just some drunk on the street. Nobody cared enough to clear the record.”

“Thank god for that,” Jack replied, frowning at Chase. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Chase assured, looking at Jack with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, sighing and looking at the cut on Chase’s lip. “Your lip is bleeding...”

“Huh?” Chase swept his tongue across his bottom lip. “So it is. I’m okay, though.”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed, eyes locked on his friend's lips.

Chase licked his lips again, “Jack?” Jack looked up to meet Chase’s eyes for a second, then surged forward and crashed his lips against Chase’s. Chase made a startled noise for a second before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist. Jack whimpered softly and kissed back harder like he was trying to chase away the feeling of Dave’s lips with Chase’s.

Chase groaned and moved his hands from Jack’s waist to push his seat back far enough to pull his best friend into his lap. Jack groaned in response to the change in position, straddling Chase and tangling his hands in the other’s hair. Chase pulled away slightly and laughed against Jack’s lips as his hat fell off and somewhere in the backseat. Jack laughed in response, trailing his hands down Chase’s chest and kissing his throat lightly.

“Whoa, whoa, Jack,” Chase gasped, settling his hands on Jack’s shoulders and pushing him away slightly. “Slow down, Jack, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack replied, grinding against Chase’s lap slightly.

“Fuck, Jack,” Chase groaned. “Wh-what has gotten into you, dude?”

“Honestly, I’ve wanted this for years, and you’re really fucking hot right now,” Jack replied, biting his lip anxiously. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I mean,” Chase said, shrugging a bit. “Not really? Like, at this very moment? Yes, because I don’t want our first time to be in our friend’s car. But in general? No. Let’s just. Wait until we’re back at the flat, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jack agreed, climbing back into the passenger seat and breathing a sigh of relief. Chase grinned and righted his seat before starting the car and pulling off into traffic. He jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh, blushing and focusing on the road. Jack didn’t move his hand, just left it there, like he was afraid Chase would be gone if he took his hand away.

To be honest, Chase didn’t remember how he and Jack got back to their flat. His mind was far too addled by the feeling of Jack’s lips moving against his and the feeling of Jack’s hips in his hands. It was a miracle they made it to their flat at all, much less without hurting themselves.

Chase panted and pushed Jack onto his bed, pulling his shirt and shoes off quickly. Jack scrambled to follow his example, chest heaving as he looked up at Chase. Chase quickly crawled over Jack, kissing him firmly.

“Mine,” he muttered against Jack’s lips, rubbing the other man’s nipple lightly. “God, Jack. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“Good,” Jack replied, keening softly and hooking a leg around Chase’s waist. “Chase, please~ Make me forget what his hands ever felt like~”

“Gladly,” Chase growled, pulling away from Jack and grabbing the lube from his bedside table as Jack wriggled out of his jeans and boxers. Chase groaned softly, watching Jack roll over onto his stomach.

“You’re fucking mine, Jack,” Chase hissed, bodily moving Jack further onto the bed and pouring lube over his fingers. Jack whined softly and reached behind himself, spreading himself for Chase.

“B-be careful,” he breathed. “I’ve never done this before...”

“I’ll be gentle,” Chase muttered, gently pushing two fingers inside of his friend and waiting for him to adjust before he started to stretch Jack open.

“Fuck, Chase,” Jack whimpered, pressing his sweaty forehead against Chase’s pillow. “I-it feels weird.”

“Good weird, I hope,” Chase replied, laughing softly and leaning down to kiss Jack.

“Good weird,” Jack confirmed. “Really good weird. Fuck, more, please~”

“Gladly, baby,” Chase replied, pushing another finger inside. “There we go. Almost there, babe, almost ready...” Jack moaned loudly as Chase crooked his fingers, arching back against Chase.

Chase pulled away when Jack was stretched enough, wiping his fingers off and turning away to take off his jeans and lube up his cock. When he turned back around, he was met with the rather lewd sight of Jack fucking himself back on his own fingers.

“Jaysus, Jack,” Chase breathed, panting slightly as he walked back over to Jack and pulled his hand away. “You look so fucking sexy.” Chase gently rested the head of his cock against Jack’s hole, biting his lip. “Try to relax, okay? It might hurt a bit, but I’ll do my best to go slow.”

Jack nodded in reply and relaxed as much as he could, biting his fist at the initial entry. Chase smiled faintly, gripping Jack’s hip with one hand and using the other to rub his shoulder encouragingly.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” he praised, slowly sliding further in. “Don’t worry, babe, you’re doing so good. You feel so good.”

“Chase,” Jack whined, pressing his face against the bed. “Please, more~”

“Fuck, don’t say that,” Chase said, laughing slightly as he pushed completely in. “I don’t want to hurt you, babe. Gotta go slow, yeah?”

“You can go slow in round two, Chase Brody, right now I want you to fuck me until your hands are the only ones I can remember,” Jack snapped, rolling his hips experimentally.

“Oh, fuck,” Chase exclaimed, gripping Jack’s hips tightly. “Fine. Fine.” In an instant, Chase pulled out until just the head was inside and then snapped his hips forward, drawing a long, low moan from the man beneath him.

Jack mewled happily, rocking his hips back against Chase’s thrusts. Chase groaned, and dug his nails into Jack’s hips, muttering praise and names he wouldn’t ever repeat.

“Fuck, Chase, I-I’m close,” Jack whimpered, arching his back further. Chase wrapped one arm around Jack’s waist and pulled him up into a kneeling position, back against Chase’s chest. Chase groaned and kissed Jack firmly as the other man came, swallowing Jack’s moans happily. He wasn’t far behind, what with Jack tightening around him so deliciously. Chase groaned and buried himself deep inside of Jack as he came, panting heavily.

Chase pulled out and collapsed next to Jack on the bed, breathing heavily and looking at Jack as Jack laid next to him and snuggled up to him.

“Hi,” Jack whispered.

“Hi,” Chase replied, turning onto his side and hugging Jack close to him. “We should talk about this.”

“Yeah, we should,” Jack agreed, smiling softly and looking at Chase. “You’re all sweaty.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen,” Chase laughed, brushing sweaty hair from his head. “So are you.”

“We should shower.”

“Yes, we should,” Chase laughed, pulling Jack close and covering both of them with the blankets. “Sounds like a lot of stuff for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tomorrow sounds good,” Jack agreed, yawning and snuggling closer to Chase.

“Night, dude.”

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 5 years

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Humiliation

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Humiliation

Fandom: Ninjago

Character: Cole

Trigger Warnings: creepy!whumper, and just like... general uncomfy vibes associated with the aforementioned warning. If that sounds like it would bother you, please don’t read!

A Christmas gift for the incredible @razzle-zazzle! Hope you like it :)

Cole woke up really, really cold. Like, so cold his entire brain was numb. So cold that he was almost certain he was dead.

Something was moving underneath him. It was rough and bumpy, and it was uncomfortable, but it was hardly anything compared to the temperature.

He groaned and opened his eyes, and only then did he fully comprehend what was actually going on. He was being dragged. In the snow.

“What the hell?” He said, or tried to say, at least. His words were slurred and slippery.

Whoever was dragging him didn’t seem to hear, or maybe they just didn’t care. They just kept dragging him.

Cole shivered. He wasn’t dressed properly for the weather, and the cold had already seeped into his bones. He couldn’t recall ever being this cold, even when they’d gone to Birchwood Forest (and that was supposed to be the coldest place in Ninjago).

His wrists were shackled, his hair and clothes were getting snagged, and his brain felt kind of clouded over.

“Let me go,” he said, but his mouth was full of cotton, his limbs were made of lead.

Once again, his captor paid him no mind. They just kept dragging, and dragging, and dragging, until finally, they came to a stop. They dropped him, and his leg (from which he’d been dragged) fell to the ground limply. A dull pain reverberated through it, but he hardly even noticed it.

Whoever it was that had kidnapped him looked kind of familiar, but Cole couldn’t quite put his finger on it. His captor was young, muscular, and almost attractive — though he would probably be more attractive if he wasn’t a kidnapper. You know, setting the bar high.

Cole struggled to stand, or at least sit up, but he was stuck on his back, staring up at the gray sky, and for the first time he really sympathized with turtles. Maybe VSCO girls had it right.

From flopping his head side to side (at first just to get the hair out of his eyes, and then in a poor attempt to look at his surroundings), he could tell he was somewhere remote. There were a few trees, a little hut, and a tall wooden pole, and that was about it.

“Come on, pet, let’s get you up.” His captor muttered, supporting nearly all of Cole’s weight as they helped him up. Cole had no choice but to let himself be practically carried by him once again, but at least this time he was upright for it.

He was led to the pole, his arms were raised, and his handcuffs were hooked above his head. When all was said and done, his feet were just barely off the ground. The unfortunate part was that the strain on his arms was already becoming prominent.

“You’re gonna be so pretty,” his captor said, touching his cheek with some sort of twisted, condescending fondness. He was taller than Cole, but not by much. He was just the right height to be about even with him while Cole was being suspended.

“Lemme down...” Cole slurred, weakly kicking his legs. Of course, it hardly did anything, and he was left feeling much like a fish caught on a hook.

“Aww, drug’s still affecting you, huh? Don’t worry, it’ll wear off soon.” He said, “Now, be a good boy and stay here.” And with that, he went off into the hut, leaving Cole alone.

The world was quiet, like someone had muted it with a TV remote. The only sound Cole could really hear was his own heart pounding. No birds chirped and no wind whistled, and he almost found himself wanting his captor to come back, if only to fill the silence with something.

It wasn’t long before he returned, with two large boxes, stacked atop each other, in his hands.

He set them down, then opened the one on top. Cole couldn’t see what was inside, but if the growing smile on his captor’s face was anything to go by, it wasn’t anything good.

His captor rummaged in the box for a moment, then stood, having produced a pocket knife.

“Hold still, we wouldn’t want to make a mess,” he said, bringing the blade to just above Cole’s shirt. Cole stiffened, holding his breath. His captor sliced the blade through the fabric cleanly until his clothes lay in a pile around him.

If Cole had been freezing before, there was no word for this. The cold hit him so hard his vision went white. He couldn’t feel anything, his mind and his body were detached from each other, he was going to freeze to death.

Something wrapping around his neck brought Cole out of it. He couldn’t tell what is was, just that it was itchy and odd. It almost felt like... tinsel?

“What are you doing?” Cole slurred, jerking his neck in a pathetic attempt to get it off. His captor just laughed, continuing to wrap the tinsel around him.

It was tied right, almost digging into his skin. It was looped and knotted and when one string of it was gone, another was pulled from the box and began where the last ended.

The strain on his arms only increased.

“You’re doing so well, you’re gonna look so pretty for me,” his captor murmured against his ear.

Cole shuddered. This guy was fucking psychotic. He’d lost his mind — or maybe he’d never had a mind to lose in the first place.

When the tinsel was gone, out of the box came Christmas lights. It wasn’t hard to figure out what would be done with them.

The lights were wrapped around him even tighter than the tinsel was, each knot accompanied by a sadistic bit of praise from his captor. “So pretty,” his captor would say, “you’re so, so pretty, pet...”

The worst part was that Cole couldn’t do anything about it. His body refused to obey him, the most he could do was flop his legs back and forth, which, needless to say, accomplished nothing.

For some reason or another, he was unable to summon his powers. Maybe the handcuffs holding him up were vengestone, or maybe he was just too weak. It hardly mattered what the reasoning behind it was.

His captor ran a hand through Cole’s messy hair. Cole wanted so desperately to tell the guy to fuck off or kick him in the groin, but somehow, he didn’t think it would accomplish anything.

The longer this went on, the colder Cole became. Every time he thought he was at the coldest possible temperature he could ever be, he found himself proven wrong. He was shivering bad enough that his whole body was practically spasming.

When he was wrapped entirely in the lights, his captor stopped. Cole wondered if maybe, hopefully, he was done. Maybe he could just be left alone to die like this.

Out of the box came a star shaped tree topper. His captor seemed to be aware that it would be rather difficult to get that to stay on top of a person, and so it was placed on top of the pole.

The lights flickered on. He’d never felt so humiliated. Not even when he’d been seven, and fallen flat on his face trying to do a triple tiger sashay. Not even when Lloyd had found his private sketchbook, which he never showed anyone.

“Look at you...” his captor said, “tied up all pretty for me like a Christmas tree... what would your little friends say?”

They would help him. They would save him. They wouldn’t think it was his fault.

“They’d think it was pathetic, wouldn’t they? A good ninja would never let himself be so vulnerable.”

They would understand. They would...

“Hell, a good ninja would never let himself get captured like this in the first place.”

He wasn’t going to cry. That was what he wanted. He could hold himself together.

“Maybe by the time they find you, you’ll already be dead. A corpse, hanging limp from a pole, wouldn’t that just be the loveliest present?”

Cole squeezed his eyes shut. In doing so, tears managed to escape, and rolled down his face, but like everything else, he couldn’t do anything about it.

If he really wanted to, he could try to convince himself that it was the drugs making him so emotional and vulnerable. But there was no point, and the tears continued to fall.

“Or maybe they won’t find you at all. Maybe they’ll give up looking...”

They wouldn’t they wouldn’t they wouldn’t.

“Or maybe they won’t care enough to look at all.”

He wanted so desperately to cover his ears, to block it out, do something, anything not to hear it. But he was too weak.

“Or I could let them find you. Leave you as a nice little Christmas present in the middle of the city — anyone could see you. Everyone would. They would never forget it.”

The tears built up behind his closed eyes. They wouldn’t forget it. Everyone would know how weak he was — how easily he could be defeated. The ninja would finally realize how worthless he was as a part of the team.

“God, that’s tempting. But you’re mine now, pet, and I’ve never liked sharing. Maybe I’ll just show you off... get some nice pretty pictures of you and post them online.”

Tears burned with more than shame when you were in such a state of cold.

“Yes... I think that’s the best solution, don’t you?”

It was so hard to think when you were trying so hard to contain your sobs.

Something shuffled. Sounds that were too quiet and too loud and everywhere in between.

“Smile for the camera, pet.”

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one last time - chapter 4

thanks again for all the love <3 this chapter has the function of a filler lol. i really wanna get to the point, but on the other hand, i need to do some case work. don´t worry, next chapter will be a lot more spencer/faye centric & i really hope the case will be over soon :) i hope you´ll enjoy the chapter and leave feedback :)

warnings: see last chapters

“So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home. One more time I promise after that, I´ll let you go.”

“A woman?”, Morgan said out loud. After he, JJ and Reid had found Faye, the dark skinned agent had gone back to the police department to join the rest of the team, while JJ and Emily went over to the hospital to meet with Reid.

“Yes, a woman. Reid´s pretty sure about it.”, Emily replied on the other side of the phone.

“How does he come to such a conclusion?”, Rossi, who was also with Derek and Hotch at the BCPD, wanted to know.

“Her reaction towards Emily and me, but also towards a female nurse gave it away. As soon as we talked to her or got closer, Faye started to panic. Her doctor had to sedate her again to get her to calm down.”, JJ explained.

“Exactly, so to find further proof JJ and I went to talk to her Doctor. He told us that he had been called in on her case because Faye refused to be treated by a female doctor. Everything started to make sense. I mean, think of the way our unsub presents the victims.”, Emily continued.

“She´s right.”, Hotch jumped in, “she put them back to bed. She even put the covers back over them. She took care of them. If our unsub would be a male one, he wouldn´t have cared that much about them.”

“Okay, I get that part, but if our unsub really is a woman, than she must have had a partner or she´s been lifting a lot of weights, because I don´t know a woman who could drag all those bodies around that easily.”, Morgan said.

“That´s what we need to find out.”, Hotch answered, “did Faye talk yet?”

“No, she didn´t. Due to her heavy panic attacks, she´s been sedated a lot. But despite that, I don´t think she would have talked. The doctors fear that she actually goes mute because of the trauma she experienced.”, Emily explained, but got interrupted by JJ.

“But Spencer is currently with her. It seems like she trusts him, at least more than Em or me. Maybe he´ll get her to open up.”

“I hope he does, because currently, she´s the only one who could bring light into the darkness.”, Rossi said.

“Okay. Prentiss? JJ? We need you back her with us to finish the profile. Before that, you´ll need to inform Reid that social services is informed and that they´ll send someone over soon.”, Hotch replied.

“Will do. We´ll be back in 15.”, JJ agreed and with that, they ended the call.

“Let´s hope that Pretty Boy will get Faye to open up. She really is our only hope.”, Morgan sighed as he sat down in a chair.

“What we also need to focus on is that nothing about Faye´s whereabouts or especially her being alive gets to the outside. If it does, she´s in even bigger danger.”, Hotch told his co-workers and was about to go on talking when the ringing of his cellphone interrupted him. He quickly took out his phone, checking the caller ID.

“Anything new, Garcia?”, he greeted the caller on the other side of the line.

“Bad news, Boss. And by bad news I mean really, really bad news. So, so bad news that..”, Garcia rambled, but got interrupted by Derek.

“Hey Babygirl. Calm down. What´s wrong?”

“Turn your TV´s on. Any news channel. Now.”, the tech analyst said and the team did as they were told.

And there it was, their worst case scenario coming true.

“Garcia, how did those news get out to them? We didn´t even had an official press conference yet.”, Hotch said, his blood boiling from anger.

“I-I don´t know, Sir. Maybe someone within the police department gave that info away, but I really don´t know. No one despite us and the cops know about Faye.”

“This is not good.”, Morgan hissed.

“Not at all, because now, our unsub is either going to disappear or she´s coming back to finish what she started.”, Hotch replied.

“You know, I understand that you´re scared and confused, but we really need your help with this, Faye. Please!”, Spencer begged as he looked at the terrified teenager in the hospital bed in front of him who was just staring into the air. Reid sighed.

He had tried for hours and hours to get through to the girl, but nothing had worked out so far. Especially right now, it was so important for the team to get all the info´s they could get on their unsub who was still running around freely. After the shocking revelation that the news about Faye being alive had been spread probably in the whole state of Nevada, thanks to a Sergeant, who couldn´t keep his mouth shut, Hotch had called Reid to let him know what was going on and that there would be two agents positioned outside of Faye´s room for her own safety. They didn´t know for sure if their unsub would come back to finish her unfinished business, but better be safe than sorry. He also got the info about a social services worker coming over to the hospital soon to talk to Faye. Reid just felt overall sorry for the young girl. Her whole family was gone, she had nowhere to go. She´ll probably end up somewhere in the system with no family wanting to adopt her. If there could only be something that Spencer could do. He felt completely helpless and lost. Thousands of thoughts were running around like crazy in his mind. They were so loud that he didn´t even notice the nurse entering the room. Only the slightly quicker becoming beeping of Faye´s heart monitor managed to bring him back into reality.

He quickly looked at her, seeing the beginning of yet another panic attack coming up.

“It´s okay, Faye. No one will hurt you. You´re safe. The nurse is only here to help you.”, Spencer tried to reassure the girl.

“Actually, I´m here to tell you that visiting hours are over and that I need you to leave the room, so Faye can get all the rest she needs.”, the nurse said.

“Oh...okay.”, Reid replied, quickly looking over to Faye, “okay then. Don´t forget, you´re safe here. There are nurses and doctors here who only want to help you. Also, there are two federal agents standing outside your room to keep you safe. I´ll be back here first thing in the morning, alright?”, he tried to comfort the girl as best as he could and gave her a small smile before he got up to leave.

Suddenly, he felt a small hand wrap around his wrist, trying to stop him from leaving. Confused, he turned around and saw that it was indeed Faye who tried to stop him.

Right before he could open his mouth to say something, Faye beat him to it.

“Please, stay. Don´t leave. I-I don´t w-wanna be all alone again...p-please.”

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aq2003 · 5 years

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FULL ENDGAME REVIEW

6.5/10 was ok but could’ve been a lot better in my opinion and by a lot better i mean

tony should’ve lived

-the russos are war criminals for what they did to tony alone. he had a family to go back to, JUST like clint. but i guess self sacrifice is cool, right?

-ever since iron man 3, tony’s story has essentially a dark twist to the “great power great responsibility” trope: the hero internalizes the motivating phrase (“don’t waste your life”), and let it interfere with their ability to take care of themself/open up to others. it started strong in iron man 3, got undermined in aou, got slightly more prevalent in the context of civil war, FINALLY got foreshadowed in infinity war. his arc was ultimately about letting other people HELP him with the responsibility he feels like he needs to carry

-until endgame threw it under the bus again. in an objectively cool way, yeah, but it still got thrown under the bus and i’m mad

-so now tony stark’s story is ultimately a tragedy. and i fucking hate it, man. he had happiness (but not really, because peter’s not there) for 5 years and that got snatched away from him too! he underwent so much trauma since his goddamn origin story and he had a few moments of peace, sure, but he died before he could fully reunite with his loved ones. and it SUCKS.

-god this is . this is like. if obi-wan kenobi went through All That but got really close to luke before he died and also never got any closure with anakin as a force ghost

-the russos have said, like outright, that thanos was a symbol of what tony’s been fearing of since 2012, the being that symbolized the root of his anxiety and ptsd. so what does tony do to defeat it? uhhh idk he dies i guess. but it’s okay! he can finally rest now!

-really great message there for the kids, right?

-also there was a whole sequence about him talking to his dad about not abandoning his kid and being there for her. but now he CAN’T be there for morgan because tony stark is fucking gone and dead and i can’t fucking handle this he deserves so much better

-also also not to be a DudeBroGeek™ but he totally got nerfed during his fight scenes

thor shouldn’t have been played off as a joke

-my whole theater laughed at him being . fat. and i was SUPER SUPER SUPER uncomfy the entire time

-he has a PANIC ATTACK and people LAUGHED i mean way to treat more of your mentally ill characters like shit, russos! sure! just devaluate thor’s suffering by saying “oh he’s fat so it’s funny now! hehe!” FUCK you

-i mean, yikes, i can’t believe we went from iron man 3 (where mental illness is one of the major problems the protagonist clearly struggles with, where tony’s panic attacks are disturbingly real and in no way funny) to THIS SHIT

-don’t even get me STARTED on his arc. like from thor 1 to dark world it’s about putting aside his arrogance for the good of his people. for ragnarok it’s finally stepping up and finding his powers while taking up the responsibility as king. in infinity war i was able to turn a blind eye to it, but it’s so prevalent in endgame how little the russos care about thor’s journey in his movies

-in the end he passes off the responsibility he took up in ragnarok to val and just straight up fucked off to space. like what the hell, man?

-ALSO . loki said the sun would shine on them again but the sun DIDN’T fucking shine on them and i feel robbed. i feel like the russos broke into my home and stole something important.

-the brodinsons deserve better.

-how can taika even be there, like physically. i mean. the thor from his movie got entirely retconned

-also not to be a DudeBroGeek™ again but. but like tony he was so 100% nerfed especially during the fight against thanos HOW did thanos even touch stormbreaker aka the weapon made to kill him like what

-i hate to put this all on james gunn but he’s GOTTA fix the crimes committed in endgame against the guardians and thor

steve’s entire character arc shouldn’t have been undermined

-one of his defining character traits is that he won’t stand by and let bad things happen when he can prevent it

-if you could describe steve rogers THAT’S what you would say about him.

-it’s like tony being smart. or thor being powerful. steve is just Like That

-so why did he go back in time when two full movies were dedicated to him adapting to the future

-idk it doesn’t really make sense to me

-i don’t actually have much to say about steve, i’m not as attached to his character as tony and thor but it still rubs me the wrong way. maybe it makes more sense to steve stans but from what i’ve seen they’re PISSED even though out of the trio he got the most time to shine in battle lmao

also

-the time travel fuckery was. hmmm

-nat wasn’t there for the admittedly cheesy but still sort of nice girl-power shot

-wong did nothing until the final battle. like him surviving the snap did nothing to impact the story

-why was okoye even on the poster? she should’ve gotten a bigger role imo

-WHAT was dr strange even doing holding back the water

-my brother (who watched the movie with me) thought that the lgbt rep in the movie was “america’s ass” rather than the gay russo in steve’s support group, which just goes to show that the lgbt rep is SO small and the media should really stop hyping it up. not really salt towards the movie itself but it’s still salt

-fortnite

general saltiness out of the way, i’m going to list what i did like about the movie

-those posts going around about how knowing the spoilers take away from the movie are actually really, really wrong. i went in knowing more than half the plot including who lives and dies and i still found it entertaining, to say the least. the movie had a lot of effort put into making it and it really shows. if you ignore the parts you don’t like, you can actually kick back and have a relatively good time

-also the action was really, really good. throughout the entire movie. it’s an avengers film, so the action has to be good, but the fights were still super awesome and a lot were actually a cut above the rest of the mcu (especially the melee fights)

-the final battle was amazing. up until the end, i was on the edge of my seat, because even though it’s another “big final battle against an army of cgi monsters” i actually really really liked it. pretty much everything was perfect about it, and it was so fun to watch the theater go ham whenever a hero did something badass.

-the score. god, the score. alan silvestri did so good with calling back motifs from other solo mcu movies (something marvel should’ve been doing the entire time). ant man’s theme after scott pops out of the quantum realm, captain america’s march when tony hands the shield back to steve, the reprise of “even for you” from infinity war during clint and nat’s mission to vormir, captain marvel’s theme when she blows up thanos’ ship? beautiful

-the actors did a superb job with everything they were given (which probably wasn’t that much). since the russos were paranoid about spoilers apparently no one knew who they were talking to which sucked? because the marvel cast is pretty good at improv lines. but the actors still did a REALLY good job despite this (and really do carry the movie). i felt in my BONES tony’s frustration and anger at steve during the wheelchair scene, thor’s pain and self-loathing when he reunited with frigga, and peter’s DESPAIR when he watched tony die (i will never be okay ever)

-the callbacks to previous mcu movies were fanservice, yeah, but it was the GOOD kind of fanservice in that it was really really cool and served the fans. it’s a great way for the last movie in the infinity saga to end, by revisiting some of the iconic places it touched on before

-tony and nebula! they were only together for the first scene of the movie but the scene with paper football was really soft and nice

-the civil war conflict was glossed over save for that one scene of tony going the fuck off on steve and i couldn’t be more grateful

-MORGAN STARK. god if i had the capacity to cry i’d be sobbing through writing this entire post. morgan and her soft dad made my heart MELT into pieces i love them 3000

-they still deserved better though

-scott. like in general. he was one of the highlights of the movie. his reunion with cassie was :’)

-carol’s haircut

-by the way a lot of people complained about her makeup in her first scene with the avengers shown in the trailers but it literally wasn’t a problem for any other carol scene in the movie (because that was the only scene in the entire runtime where she was wearing noticeable lipstick/eyeshadow or whatever)

-professor hulk. i actually didn’t expect to like him, but he made a lot of actually funny jokes and i liked his personality contrast with 2012 hulk. also he made scott tacos! he’s really wholesome and i’m willing to ignore the part where he dabbed

-the mark 85 is one of my favorite iron man suits now, even though it didn’t get a lot of screentime

-speaking of which it’s REALLY great how most of the time when tony saves the day it’s because of his smarts. it brings back the main theme of the character: tony stark, the human, plays ball with gods, aliens, and monsters just by being quick witted.

-the entire sequence of tony, steve, and scott getting the scepter and the tesseract was PURE gold. (it’s my favorite part of the movie honestly)

-tony: ok scott to create a distraction i need you to put my past self into cardiac arrest. \ scott: uhh. uhh ok dude?? \ tony: my self loathing is this strong

-rhodey and nebula! they were an awesome teamup and i really really liked their friendship/dynamic

-PEPPER IN RESCUE ARMOR. WE DIDN’T GET ENOUGH OF THAT BUT IT WAS SO GOOD I LOVED IT HER ARMOR DESIGN WAS REAL GREAT

-tony reuniting with peter. i teared up. legit. i teared up.

-thanos: *headbutts carol* \ carol: *doesn’t even move an inch*

-wanda was so badass in her 10 second scene. i just thought it was really cool

-peter using instant kill mode

-tony using the gauntlet was badass. i hated it but it was SO amazing at the same time i wanted to cry and cheer at the same time so i ended up in a semi catatonic state for the rest of the day

-the little wreath with the first arc reactor, morgan craving cheeseburgers, tony’s last message.....;-;

-i love you 3000.....:((((((

-SAM GETTING TO BE CAP. (this was one of the best parts of the all-new all-different avengers comic) even though i still don’t like steve’s ending, i love that sam is going to take up the mantle (and i’m super excited to see the falcon winter soldier show now)

-the movie ended with the soundtrack of tony building the mark 1 solidifying that none of this would’ve happened without iron man. good thing endgame credits said that maybe tony stan lives do matter

-a rat is responsible for saving half the universe and i find that REALLY funny. my favorite theory is that the rat was loki the whole time and that doubles the hilarity

tldr: the movie had an ending that didn’t really fit the characters, but the rest of it was fun to watch: the action scenes were great, the interactions between the characters were mostly good, and it’s overall pretty entertaining as a film by itself. as a closing to the infinity saga it feels unsatisfying, but as a movie it’s enjoyable

#endgame spoilers #avengers endgame #read my post it's good and coherent #i say some bad stuff about the movie but i also list the stuff i liked. see im cool

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Today has been up and down

Up and down up and down. It hasn't stopped. Not since morning...all i wanted was for you to have the best birthday.for you to be happy on your birthday. I wished and I manifested. And I'm so so happy to hear have had the the happy birthday you deserve.

Aw you looked so cute today...your birthday sash that was completely adorable on you and odlysuited you really well...i thought you looked so so good in it...every day I look at you.

Hehe you really did look like 'the king of the day' , or whatever it said on that sash...

I take a moment (it many) to take in your beauty. I'm always shocked at how much of an immense amount of beauty you posses...its like every day your beauty gets more and more ethereal...

You always just radiate this aura that attracts me so much...whether it's through your beauty or through anything you do...its just wow.

And today your aura was such a beautiful one. It was almost like you were glowing with the birthday fever of happiness and excitement, and as soon as you were in my presence I felt it too.

Seeing your 15 year old self for the first time was....wow.i

was feeling pretty on edge so when you came over to me as calm and as loving and cuddly as ever it made me so happy. That you stiw had time for me on your special day...it was such a huge comfort for me that you still cared about me even though it was your day...your perfect your perfect your perfect...

I said happy birthday to you and then you said it back hehe. It was rly cute and gave off the kinda clumsy almost shy vibes.... I've never seen that vibe comimg from you before...or maybe it was just me that noticed that.

But yes the highlight of my day personally was that moment.when you came over to me excited and in a lil clumsy shy tizz, and I told you happy birthday and you said it back to me. That was one of the most cute things I've ever seen you do irl...i wanna hear you do it again....

The rest of that lesson, which was English went by.

I got the plesure of being able to look at my birthday boy being happy out of the corner of my eye while trying to write something down about lady macbeth or whatever.but ngl I was definitely more focused on you.

English is that lesson of the day where I can look at your side profile for 50 minutes streight. And I love your side profile just watching you talk to someone or look at the bird or my personal favourite thing to watch is you running your hands through your hair, and from the side I get the best veiw.

I swear most of what I do in English is watch you like your something very very interesting on the TV lol.

But your side profile...its like a ethereal painting of an angel...so beautiful...and also kinds hot at the same time...

But yes you are compleatly mesmerising to watch...so interesting...i physically can't take my eyes off you.

I try and look somewhere else but my eyes wonder their gazr to look back at you. And I don't blame them. Your beautiful so beautiful. My eyes just can't miss such beauty.theh are drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame...

Sorry if I sound creepy...i probably am..its just that my eyes can't stop looking at you...

You make English lessons such a treat to my eyes..and to my imagination. My current favourite fantasy is of me biting your neck like some sort of vampire lol >~<

I can't help thinking it. Ik it probably sounds weird but your neck just seems to be calling me to take a lil bite.... (sorry im weird asf)

But then the bell rang desrupting my vampire ass fantasies and snapping me back into the real world where I needed to get to physics, and biting your neck unfortunately wasn't my main concern...

Pysics...

I got to the class sat down and..wellt thought about you ngl. Just in a general way. Panicked that everyone else had got you better stuff for your birthday, and that I haddnt done enough, since I was the one with the honour of being your girlfriend.

And I mean your basically a god so it's a pretty big honor...

I between these thoughts I was doing the actual work that needed doing, and turning round to cheak the clock despite having a watch on.

Anything to see a glimpse of you, the light of my life in a dull 50 minute gray morbidity that is also known as Pysics.

The main event in physics was when you walked to the front of the class, allowing my eyes to take in your whole immage. I basically held by breath and just focused on you till I started subconsciously fiddling with my stapler again and gazing at you, basically drooling under my mask and then...

I stapled my mf finger. Your mf beautiful self made me staple my finger. It diddnt really hurt, until it started pissing out blood. I put a plaster on it and it was fine, but it shows how much of a klutz I am, and also how much of a sucker for you I also am...

Then it was breaktime. I gave you your present, and told you not to open it in front of me. Ngl it was a selfish asf thing to say...i was really self conscious...beacuse I knew everyone had got you great presents, especially after you told me that naci had made such an effort for you...

[Ngl I envy naci. She what I want to look like. Be like. I mean she has my old best friend and knows you I should stop lol. But just if your ever reading this, I've been envious of her ever since I've first saw her. Life isn't fair why can't I look like her?! I swear you'd be with her if I wasn't there...shes just wow. I wanna me her yknow lol? 🥺😩😩]

But yes I was really self conscious, and feeling in my full on jelous moody people hate mood, especially for the people who you were friends with...

It was probably down to the 3 hours of sleep I'd been getting for the last week each night, and the fact I'd been on the edge. But I feel really bad for saying that... I should have just lrt you open them...

Ngl I wish I'd have been able to see you put on a smile when you opened it. Put on the bracelet I made for you...too late now, but ig this will be a lesson to future me...

I swear allot of the time I use these blogs for getting better. Like being better to you cuz I read through my mistakes and I try to be better. That's why I'm making a note of these things lol.

Then I went with Angel beacuse I knew if I stuck around I could be a harard, being a jelous sleep deprived slightly Yandere aspie girl, I just decided to remove myself, cuz I was feeling like a big angry self concous raincloud and wanted to stay out of your way to give you the best day possible lol.

So then it was biology a lesson of looking at your extreamly attractive back profile....

And half listening to miss heart go on about the heart, ofc. All i knew was my heart circulates my blood around my body for you. Cuz your the one who makes it beat. And you make it beat fast.

I was watching you..ehehe I sound creepy. I pretty much am ngl. Sorry...i don't wanna make you uncomfy but I csnt help it.

I usually see you and fin pissing about during bio, but this time you squeezed his thigh. It made me pretty angry. That you would do this in my full view. It made me god damn angry, ngl. I mf wanted to lean over the best and squeeze your thigh, just so you'd know I'd seen. But ofc I diddnt do that. I'm too introverted. Doesn't stop me from getting angry and kinda hurt about it.

I mean im usually pretty sensitive about stuff like that. When your too close to someone when you know I'm around, watching or could see it. I try and egnore it with you and Sam. I don't like being angry and sensitive, especially not to you.

But sometimes it feels like I need to set some boundaries. Cuz you clearly dont see that there are boundaries of getting a lil too close to someone in the full view of your jelous asf possessive gf!!

Despite her not saying a word about it ever to you, trying to hint it to you, hoping you'd look back on these times and realise how they make me feel you haven't stopped. Ngl it doesn't bother me in the long term at all. I've got used to it. I got used to it with Sam pretty quick. But I always feel a lil uneasy when your too close for comfort or too flirty with someone else where I can see it even if it is just for a joke.

It makes me more uncomfortable becuase then it's like wtf are you like behind my back? If you think it's ok to do that in front of me? Everytime I think about I start crying ngl tears and all. I like to think I'm special to you and get special treatment I have no idea tho.

Your a charming guy with little boundaries. I don't expect much loyalty...i don't need loyalty I just your affection and love . Sorry for mentioning this if you ever see this pls think over what I've said.

That type of stuff really hurts me. When you do it in front of my eyes the thought thya your doing worse behind my back, even if it isn't serious, even if it's just for a joke.

I'm a sensitive little shit in reality, and I actually cried over your Instagram post becuase my insecure selfish ass was getting uncomfortable abt the video of you and naci >~<

Idk it just diddnt sit right with me that you put it on your ig where I could see. Idk if your seeing what I mean. Put yourself in my shoes about it...

But yes sorry.

Bio ended at it was lunch. I tried sitting with the group and it drained me I needed dto be be somewhere else where I could sink into the world of my mind, and the way I do that is through tumblr. Making sense and note of the things in my head.

I sat by jake. We diddnt really talk there was no need neither us us wanted a conversation I just felt comfortable cuz I knew I wasn't comoleatly alone. Jake was there so I spent lunch manifesting you a happy birthday. Obsessing over you and getting jelous. Being pulled into short depressive random states

Thinking about you. Listening to a capella ariana grande until I felt selfish enough to crawl back into people territory, to get some attention. I wasn't quite on jakes level yet I still needed some degree of people. I pushed down all my negative emotions and watched you lie on the grass for a few minutes, before you went, left me and I cried, becuase my self worth had randomly dropped, and I was thinking about the whole thing I explained earlier. I put on a smile and no one noticed. It made me feel numb. But then I saw how much fun you were having and was happy for the rest of the day, had an emotional high during French cuz I knew you were happy and that's all that mattered.

It was end of the day and time to get on the bus. One of the busses had crashed into my grandads car, the embarrasment of the family (according to my mum) and everyone was talking abt it lol.

I talked to a year 9 who knew kally and ened up giving me a hot spot so I could text you. I heard you liked what I'd got you so I ended on a possitive note.

I did two hours studding with my mum and did an orp with you. I was a lil off then tho I'm so sorry. I'm selfish. So selfish. But I gotta tell you how I feel. I can't hold it in anymore. What I've explained here is the only thing I'll shit talk you for

But yes. I' You've had the birthday you deserve. The birthday you really deserve and it makes m e feel so happy that you've got that. You've finally seen how much you matter to people. How many friends you have. How many people like and love you and I'm so glad you've seen that. Seen the amazing person you are x

. Sorry for being a whiny bitch. In a way I almost hope you see this...

But yes for one last time happy birthday my love x

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roxy lalonde canoncall!

hey guys im roxy and im lookin for p much everyone! I miiight have found my dirk and callie but nothings official yet! i am an adult so keep that in mind if itd make u uncomfy! if u wanna find ur roxy please click the read more!

if any of this seems familiar pleeeeaasseee hmu!!!

some basics about me:

- i think I was a cis female? all i know for sure is that I used she/her pronouns lol - i was pansexual af I luved everyone - i was about medium height and had a curvy body type w wider hips than my bust - i had tan skin and full lips - i had blonde curly hair which I dyed pink most often but also other colors - check the bottom of this post for some pics that look close to how I did! - i liked to blep a lot - i was extremely affectionate, i loved to show my friends my love but id never do anything they were uncomfy with - i looooved makeup, i always at least had eyeliner and lipstick on. i usually stole the makeup from the past oops. i got into makeup because my mom left some in the house and i wanted to feel closer to her - frigglish was an extremely affectionate cat, he loved being pet and sitting in my lap and was very vocal! he didn’t really like anyone else in my hometown tho. i think he only liked humans - i looooved video games, esp nintendo, esp gamecube and ds games and esp pokemon, super maio sunshine, and paper mario! - i needed to recharge my social battery a lot especially when i first started being around other humans. i was v much a people person but i just tended to get drained when around people for too long - pre game i let my laptop die a lot and then would disappear until i got it charged again

basic facts about my timeline:

- timeline made it to earth c, im p sure i came from a game over tl originally - all the sprites had a faint glow, i remember loving the pinky purple glow fefetasprite had - on earth c we had gaming nights and i’d love to play mario kart pokemon and smash bros esp - we had allooottt of movie nights on earth c, we loved to watch bad movies a lot of the time and just roast em but we also often watched all our favs! - on earth c i would initiate strilonde hugs all the time - i think it followed canon p closely?

general alpha kids memories:

- pre game i met dirk first, then jane, then jake - i voicechatted with the other alpha kids before entering the game p often - i had a crush on literally… all the alpha kids at some point iajak i had a crush on dirk first and that lasted for awhile but didn’t go anywhere, then i had a tiny crush on jake but it was p short lived, my longest crush was on janey. i flirted w her lowkey and highkey and wanted to date her so bad, but once she told me about her crush on jake i kept it to myself for the most part (and sometimes dirk lol) and backed off - jane tried to teach the alphas how to cook on earth c and we were all TERRIBLE LOL I was more focused on decorating and dirk was tryin to make the portions perfect and kept starting over and jake… tried his best sdjsdj - on earth c, i was watchin a movie and i laid my head in jakes lap w dirk above me on the couch and jane let me lay my legs across her lap. jake played w my hair i think it was an action movie - (WARNING NSFW) the alphas had a foursome while in trickster mode, we all highly regretted it afterwards tho skjsfkj we weren’t in our right minds and years of romantic and sexual frustration poured out at the moment

dirk memories:

- he was lanky and tan w freckles and blonde hair he bleached blonder - we watched mlp:fim pre game on a rabbit type website, mostly for his enjoyment but it was cute and I enjoyed it - pregame i used to dye my own hair and it was a mess, after i finally met people i got them to help me, usually it was dirk and when i retrned the favor and bleached his hair id sometimes play w it and make it into shapes and stuff - dirk was vvvv good at singing, but also v shy about it - getting hugs from dirk was enveloping and warm and trusting i felt so safe in his arms - jake and dirk got married

calliope memories:

- callie was a tiny short thing, probably around 5’ or under and by far the smallest - me and callie were eating breakfast one day in this house that was v stereotypical of suburban america (it was probably john or janes house) and callie stuck out her tongue to eat a hard boiled egg and she looked up and noticed i was staring lovingly at her and she blushed - we were together! im not sure if we ever got married but we def dated for a loooong time! - callie got so shy about romance and relationship stuff, i was v patient w her tho and tried not to go out of her comfort zone - i feel like me and callie went flying sometimes? like id attach her to me somehow and we’d go flying - callie looooved tea, we’d have tea parties w rose and kanaya - we went on a lot of double dates w kan and rose!

jane and jake memories:

- jane was shorter than me, around rose’s height, and a big girl - I think jane might’ve been asian? - jake was the darkest of any of the kids, as was jade, I believe they were pacific islanders? - jake and dirk got married - i think jane was too busy w her business to worry about relationships tbh - jake was vvvv closed off about his feelings, it took him forever to feel comfortable enough to talk about them

rose and kanaya memories:

- rose was shorter than me with blonde hair and kinda chubby - kan was v tall and lanky - kanaya and rose got married, although I don’t think we went trickster mode afterwards like in canon - me and callie went on double dates w them a lot - we also all had tea parties together a lot - rose was a really good singer but she didn’t like to show it off - one time i was watching a movie and rose was sitting in front of me and i just played w her hair and we were so content - I was rose’s mom figure but id sometimes slip up and call her mom, esp at first

dave and karkat memories:

- dave liked to call me mom a lot, I liked it and embraced it - i loved to tease dave when he went on dates w karkat bc he got so shy about it, he’d often invite other people on their dates bc he liked having people to fall back in just in case

if i didnt list any specific mems of u i still def would be pumped to find u!! i just havent had any mems yet!

some pics that look close to how I did:

art by vriskart!

art by lime-time!

art by salty-neon-oranges!

art by rox-art! this callie is also v familiar! (not sure about the jane thats why i cropped it!)

art by my potential dirk! the body type is v accurate! (even tho the description about dirk isnt >:( )

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novumdiem · 6 years

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ALINA ELIYA

muse info, basics

full name: alina merci eliya-kennedy

nicknames: ‘lina, leenz, merci, angel, munchkin, pixie

age: 19

Birthday: 03/21/1999

gender: cis-female

powers:

alignment: good, tries to ease people’s pain and save those who need saving

nationality: french

ethnicity: algerian, sephardic jew, irish

religion: reform jewish

location: new york, new york

occupation: actress, model, vigilante. former mercenary/gang member

Species: cursed/blessed human

hometown: paris, france

url: seereclipse

inspirations: manic pixie dream girl archetype, cool grl monologue, ‘tiny tyrannical tomboy’, modern day witches, fallen-angels, valkyries, ‘strong girl™’, jean grey, female brawlers, the activist social media stars/comedians the one who sees death. teenage atlas. god is a teenage girl.

abilities, information

form a: “normal” form, she looks like a normal nineteen year old. she has telekinesis, light blasts, telepathy and minor healing though it hurts her too.

form b: “hallmark card form” she has lovely white silvery wings that reach out. her skin glows slightly from the inside and she has a translucent halo above her head that you can notice when it catches the light. her powers are stronger and her healing is stronger as well. however, she starts to lose herself and has to try to keep herself centered.

form c: eldritch horror form. in this form she gets a second pair of eyes below her original pair and all two pairs of eyes glow bright white. her wings expand. when she opens her mouth, not only does it glow white, but she can’t speak words, she insteads communicates through telepathy and mental images. the only words you hear from her are screeches. alina can rarely control herself in this form, and in this form she just wants to do good, but her good is only based around making people ‘feel better’ and she can grow deranged. in this form alina either knocks herself out or she just can’t control herself. when she reverts to normal, she’ll feel very very cold and sick and will want to be alone.

abilities, what she can actually do

empathy: alina has the ability to feel the emotions of other people like their her own, she does not have the ability to manipulate or change people’s feelings but she knows it’s there. she has a form of off-brand telepathy because she can hear the thoughts associated with them. in her normal form it’s a humdrum in her head, and she can try to ignore it.

resurrection: an extreme factor of this is the ability to resurrect others, she can bring someone back by ‘restarting’ their body. however this has major consequences, for the person resurrected they’d most likely be traumatized because they remembered they died and have trouble with remembering what happened before them and that’s assuming she does everything perfectly. if her resurrection isn’t perfect they can be a half-dead, half-alive thing and it’s painful. for alina herself, resurrection drains her of nearly all her energy and will usually pass-out right where she is and be placed in a hospital.

muse info, in-depth (opt.)

she is not good at dealing with crushes and will usually string the person along because she likes the attention. alina doesn’t think she’s doing it and will justify it to herself by saying that it’s better than breaking their heart

basic physical description:

height: 5′2, 157 cm

build: thick, but delicate, wide hips, and a full chest. developed when she was relatively young and struggles with her body image because of that.

complexion: tawny, bronze. she has rosy cheeks and freckles all across her nose and cheeks. 1ro7

eye color: deep blue

hair color: naturally jet black, occasionally dyed depending on her mood. at this moment it is ombre-dyed dark blue with the ends of her hair being dark blue.

hair type: incredibly curly and thick. tends to not be maintained very well but she makes it work. falls down to her chest when its loose ref

hairstyle: when out of combat she keeps it down or in a loose side braid or ponytail. she has a variety of cloth headbands and baseball caps that she loves to wear. when she’s superhero-ing she keeps her hair out of her face.

piercings: none. she’s a superhero. she doesn’t wear much jewelry

tattoos: she has various tattoos of birds wings on her left arm, and a tattoo of the moon on the back of her neck.

modifications: cybernetic black arm.

fashion choices: goth-hippie, cloth headbands, loose flannel, t-shirts supporting various left wing political causes. a tomboy at heart who doesn’t have dresses or skirts in her closet. headscarves, chokers. various space themed shirts, pants and skirts. always eating blue food.

vibe she gives off: brown goth taylor swift. beautiful in that ‘edgy not like other girls way’ has a wild look about her due to her lack of care of her appearance. tends to look younger than she is due to a round face and dimples. every arctic monkey’s fan manic pixie dream girl fantasy. boho goth. has that kind of infectious laugh that warms people up to her.

backstory:

born in paris, france. her mother, anais, was an artist and college professor and her father, steve, was a retired american soldier. they decided to live in paris because anais wanted to watch her grandparents, but anais was also a part of a criminal gang of people who abused their powers and anais didn’t think it was time for her to leave paris yet.

alina’s childhood was mostly that of a nice jewish girl, she spent her saturdays with her grandmother and her life-partner, spent her days as a figure skater. she was your typical tomboyish child and had a lot of male friends.

she saw her powers on her twelfth birthday when she could move things with her brain and feel people’s emotions. she hated it, and had trouble controlling it. her mother revealed her own powers and made alina feel better with herself.

she got her ‘curse’ six months later. she was snuck out of her house to meet a friend so they could visit a haunted location without their parents knowing. they walked down the street hand in hand terrified of the dark but excited. however, her friend got hit by a drunk driver and alina could hear was a ‘thump’

understandably, alina was emotionally devastated and tried to use her powers to keep him with her, but he died and alina was attempting to bring him back but she couldn’t. another magi happened to see her, or sense her, and asked if she wanted to be able to help him. alina said yes, and the next thing she knew, she woke up in a hospital, her parents were furious (but happy she’s okay) and she learned her friend was in critical condition.

when alina visited him, she could hear his emotions and all she could feel was him hating her because of the fact that she put him in pain. he later died due to ending life support and alina felt guilty.

in general alina wanted everyone to think she was cool, and became a popular girl in high school. she was not a mean girl but she was one of those people who hung out with a lot of people both out of a genuine care and out of a ‘look at how cool and nice i am, i’m hanging out with nerds !! ‘ she got into acting in fourteen and her first role was as a younger sister in an indie movie.

her mom left when she was fifteen and left them a note explaining her past and saying bad people caught up with her and that she would either be dead or arrested. her mom leaving devastated alina and her father and her father turned to drinking and eventually left to go back to america, leaving alina to live with her grandmother.

alina was depressed and angry and that left her in a vulnerable position. when she was sixteen she met a twenty-one year old musician who complimented her on her musical taste and that was enough for alina to fall in love. in a few weeks alina showed him her winged form and he didn’t leave her and loved her for it. showing that he had the ability to manipulate blood. at the time alina was trying to be a good quiet girl for her grandmother and the perfect dream girl for everyone else and hayden wsa a chance for alina to feel herself. and after six months she moved in with him.

originally their crimes were just minor vandalization and armed robbery, alina was angry about what happened to her mother that she thought that humans in general, but more specifically ‘authority figures’ deserved it. she also wanted to impress her boyfriend.

because they gained a bit of a reputation in the criminal underworld they became closer to guns for hire.

alina started to lose faith when she saw an innocent witness killed in front of her and ended up staying out of fear rather than belief.

a few months ago, hayden thought she was going to the police so he killed her by poisoning her and put her body in a box and put a box in the river, but she was still alive. when she was eventually found and put in the hospital the headlines was ‘young actress suffers horrific assault’ she got a job offer in new york and she’s going there. she’s thinking about going to college but doesn’t see the point.

mundane info

name: bambi !

age: 20

pronouns: she/her

discord: (if we have it and/or you’re uncomfy releasing it, that’s fine!)

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