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runephoenix6769 · 4 years ago

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ATLAB / LOK and Nickelodeon’s Enforced Gendered Viewership.

https://thesummoningdark.tumblr.com/post/619001411756310528/gayna-scully-prokopetz-silkktheshocka With regards to this long ass post. (And I’m gonna slightly deviate from the original topic.) The really messed up thing with Nick, with concern to Korra. I read somewhere that when they were first doing concept designs for LOK, that the Nick execs railed against a female avatar cause they thought/(wanted to market) Avatar Last Airbender as strictly a Boys show. When faced with the designs of a really buff, muscular Korra, Nick wasnt overly keen, because they thought her supposed lack of femininity would put boys off

They wanted her to be more feminine (even though Korra was meant to be a more physical Avatar in comparison to Aang.) And Mako would be more front and centre in aiding Korra. Guess what they found when they market tested the designs? Girls were absolutely thrilled. And the boys? The boys couldn’t give two shits about Korra’s supposed lack of femininity. They loved the fact she could punch through shit. They thought Korra’s design was ‘cool’ and ‘badass’!

(my opinion) So whilst the Nick execs were all patting themselves on the back that their fucked up view and enforced gendering of viewer ship still carried some weight, they obviously didnt think to actually look/take on board the actual content of ATLAB and maybe wonder why exactly it was so immensely popular and who exactly the fandom base was made up of.

ATLAB had some of the strongest, most well rounded female characters on tv at the time. There’s a reason why Azula, Katara and Toph are so popular. Why Suki, Ty Lee and Mai are so beloved.

Not a single one of them is a damsel in distress. Hell, more often than not they handed the boys their ass in a fight. Azula and Katara are bending masters in their respective element at 14 and Toph, a blind girl, at 11, in a world that it is heavily implied that most bending Adults have not reached that level of skill. Toph creates her own off shoot of Earth Bending by being the first metal bender. Azula is seen as an outlier by being able to create and bend lightening, never mind her signature and unique blue flame. Katara, under duress, masters the rare ability to blood bend, (being second person to do so that we know of in ATLAB) and has such a command of waterbending she can quite literally suck moisture out of the ground creating a barrier that torrential rain cannot penetrate.

Even in the small snippet we get of Avatar Kyoshi, she is ruthless and takes no prisoners. (and one of the main reasons why people have been clamoring for Kyoshi content spawning the books the ‘Rise of Kyoshi’ and the sequel that is following this year, ‘Shadow of Kyoshi’.)

If the Nick execs had cared to take notice of the themes and arcs of some of the characters they might have seen how part of Sokka’s character arc was growing from an ignorant misogynist to a young adult who learned over time and regularly took a hefty gulp of respect women juice. (A message that the Nick Execs might have benefited from when dealing with LOK.)

Aang, the titular protagonist learns bending from two of his female peers and often defers to their superior skill and knowledge, until he masters them. Were the Nick execs that dense that they genuinely believed that all these amazing female characters, created by Bryke and colab narratives by Ehasz, were there to appeal only to boys? To represent boys? The ratio of male to female main heroes/villains is 3 boys, 6 girls and 2 male adults. (one adult we dont even see until the last season.) The ATLAB fandom was massively made up of girls, and by virtue those girls would more than likely migrate to LOK, specifically because it was a female Avatar hoping for the same depth of character and positive representation, which makes Nick’s whole fucked up enforcing of gendered viewership all the more baffling. Again, had the Nick Execs not watched ATLAB if they thought they could tout it as ‘just’ another action show and its subsequent spin off LOK?

ATLAB at it’s core is about the interpersonal relationships, the struggles one faces when growing up, dealing with dark themes in a way that kids can understand and older viewers can relate. The war is the back drop, the action part of the draw but not main spectacle.

Had they not done their research, saw the trend of who exactly the audience consisted of and thought, ‘hey maybe its a good idea to maybe stop enforcing, dictating gendered viewership?’ and maybe not continue to labour under the belief that ‘girls dont like action’! Legend of Korra and ATLAB are still being discussed to this day and not only because it has the industry standard of redemption arcs by which all redemption arcs since have tried to emulate and hold a candle to. (SPOP I’m looking in your direction, congrats btw.) but also because of its representation, strong female characters and compelling villains. Outside of Korra (/Asami), guess who are the most popular characters? Kuvira and Lin Beifong.

Now getting back to the actual content of the OG post. There aint alot or ATLAB or LOK merch in general outside of comics and plushies. (There was a poor attempt made at merchandsing on the M Night Shabigamoo’s god awful adaptation..... but shhhhhhhh, we aint even gonna get into that.) But of the merchandise that is available one in particular stands out as being in high demand.

I typed into google ‘Azula Funko Pop’ and this is the first image!

(Look at that price, it’s insane!)

Now that might be a case of price gouging because she was a US Gamestop exclusive but it in no way detracts from the fact that FUNKO POP is aware of just how popular Azula is therefore by virtue she is a prime candidate for exclusivity and would have collectors clamoring to buy her.

Even Aang in the Avatar state isn’t an exclusive nor is the new Legend of Korra funkos that were meant to be released this June/July ,( which now might be pushed back Covid19 pending).

Now, who exact was Azula created for? Yes, a foil for Zuko and a way to explore familial dysfunction, a mirror to what Zuko could have been if he hadn't been banished and had the support and guidance of his Uncle Iroh. Her subsequent mental breakdown is heart wrenching and a compelling take on what goes on underneath a villain’s impenetrable armor, that the ravages and victims of war are not just found in the body count.

But for most of the show, Azula is flouncing round the world with her two more than capable and dangerous in their own right, sidekicks, Ty Lee and Mai thrashing the gAang for the most part, kicking ass and taking names whilst also successfully heading a relatively bloodless coup of Ba Sing Se.

How on earth with all that could Nick still be so bull headed as to continue to double down on maintaining it be a show strictly marketed to boys and then get pissed when it when girls flocked to it? And the comments made in the OG post are correct. Nick showed their displeasure by fucking around with LOK’s time slot on more than one occasion, claimed it’s ratings were dropping (no shit sherlock, wonder why?) before moving it to the web. (where ironically, it thrived.) and then they slashed it’s budget forcing Bryke to trim the animation in places, namely the outfits of the characters, so they could put the money towards the animation of scenes they had been building up to such as Korra’s style of metal bending, which would be more fluid given her OG element was water.

Now imagine the show we might have gotten if Nick hadn’t been a bunch of arseholes, hadn’t tried to enforce their outdated misogynistic views and thrown a massive hissyfit?

Roll on the live action re-imagining with Bryke at the helm. I’m sure Netflix wont be trying to claim or market it as ‘a show strictly for boys’! And thankyou to Bryke, for this.

#atlab #lok #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #gendered viewership #korra #azula #aang #toph #katara #zuko #sokka #bryke #bryan konietzko #aaron ehasz #michael dante dimartino

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hwajin · 4 years ago

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disclaimers: this is f!reader angst, expect nothing from me i have bad grammar and im mentally drained. tnx -lorelei/🥟

* minho made an update as i was writing.

心做し (224) ft. 이민호

day 1

to say the least, you were annoyed. too annoyed at the fact you couldn't concentrate in the first day of class. "you should really talk it out with him." jeongin said at you with a concerned look. "i'm not angry i just, hate being second all the time. c'mon ayen, you know that since the first day we became friends."

you were once y/n, the transferee girl. you sat beside jeongin on your first day, who thought you looked cute on your first day.

coincidentally, you liked his friend. a senior who was named minho. assuring to yourself and jeongin that it was nothing more than a crush was the hardest part. being drunk at a party and confessing to him had become what you quote "the best thing i've ever did".

after class ended, you decided to stick with jeongin who became class president and now is tasked to clean the classroom. why were you there? you really trusted him, a lot and as a friend.

"hyung!" jeongin called out to your supposed boyfriend who was walking toward your classroom.

"y/n-ah, bubs, cutie" he said, ignoring the male and rushing to give you a warm hug. "if you feel less, remember i love you so much. today tomorrow forever, remember?" he told you and you just stood there, uncertain how to react.

"y/n you should go home, i'll be waiting for seungmin too." jeongin said with a warm smile, looking at your annoyed face that contrasts minho's neutral face.

for some reason, you and minho walked home not even talking. "i'm-" "please dont remind me again." you coldly said. "i'll make it up to you. iced coffee?" he asked as you shrugged, thinking of your answer but your heart said yes after a second he asked the question.

"i'm super sorry i've been insecure." you muttered while intertwining both your arms. "no big deal. remember that she's a friend." he said as he rubbed your fingers.

you've never really been anyone's first choice, in middle school you never really had a permanent set of friends that treated you like a friend. you were always rejected and your parents never really cared for you as much as other parents do. you knew you grew up quickly, and you're trying to fix yourself as much as you can.

"oh look, the theme park is open today." he said, pointing outside to the moving ferris wheel. "come on, we are fixing the blue, making it color yellow." he said while dragging you outside the coffee shop as you silently drink your coffee.

he put your bangs down slightly, smiling at what he did and ruffles your hair softly. "my y/n is so cute. she's pretty, nice and she is the first person in my mind. "

"minho?" there she was, the girl you hate the most. minho's first love. his family loves her that sometimes you get compared to her. you knew of her existence, unsure if she knew yours though. "ah this must be your new girlfriend!"

noticing your uneasy gazes, minho spoke up. "hi, yeah and we're leaving." he said. "i really don't know where the entrance is, can i come with you? i'm meeting up with my friends." she pouted as you nodded.

"yeah, you're y/n, super cute. minho and you were together since last year? congrats!" she asked and minho was the one to answer. "yeah, here's the entrance to the theme park." he scoffed and held your hand tighter while you walked towards the ferris wheel.

day 2

the next day, you had to bring it up to jeongin and seungmin, people you trusted the most. "yeah its kinda like in a teasing way, i absolutely hate it. its like she wants to punch me in the face and move me out of her way!"

"oh my god, never be a punch bag you can move around." jeongin said. "i'm not a punchbag!" you said in an enthusiasic tone "Y/N ISNT A PUNCHBAG." seungmin accidentally said too loudly, causing the librarian to look and he bowed his head to say sorry. "my bad." he said and the three of you laughed quietly.

day 94

and, you knew it was coming.

after months, she always found a way to be closer to him. after all, she did know him better. while losing time for you, he remembered all the points on why she was his first love after all.

"minho... please dont hurt me anymore mentally. if you want to break up with me, im sorry. i dont know. i just feel too conflicted. i... hate this so much. i want to die. " was the first words you said as he opened up to your door. "i love you y/n." "its always i love you y/n, i love you y/n, fuck do you even mean them?! words aint enough, atleast spend some time with me. i... absolutely hate this."

collapsing to his arms, he felt his tears rushing down his cheeks. "i never knew you felt like that." he said as he caressed your hair. "now you know." you said, as he kissed your tears away. "can we move somewhere else?" he asked, talking about the awkward position you have on the doorway that made you smile.

day 156

"wow, it's snowing!" you said as you tugged minho's arm. "babe, please pay attention to me." you say to your boyfriend over and over again, who has been focusing on his project. you knew it was hard for him, but it was a sunday. and it was a group project. "you done your part yesterday-" "let me finish this first." he said with a scary tone, realizing what he said he decided to let it be for a few moments.

why am i being like this? he asked himself, looking at his girlfriend. his girlfriend, he reminded himself. perhaps he forgot? is his first love comig back to his life?

day 183

"and... thats what i knew. " you said over and over again. "y/n..." "stop messing around with me! you knew i couldve told hwang hyunjin from class c that! i couldve told your friend jisung, i had a crush on them too, but i chose you, and i never regretted it for, one and a half year. you dont even remember our anniversary? could you just ever..." you said, walking away.

"but i wasn't your first choice either." he spit out, and that made you get very angry. "what about now? who is your first choice now, my first choice now would be you. after that day i confessed it became you, i didnt even force myself to. it was because, you were minho i loved. can i... get him back. but fuck no, you played me." you said, and he breathed in and out.

after hours of silence, you left your phone, he noticed. opening the chats and backreading everything, that was the time where indeed he was wrong, he was wrong in all aspects. he never says sorry, its always her. and his phone rang, it was the girl again. he felt a jolt in his heart reading her name, butterflies in his stomach, but he knew there was y/n.

"ah fuck, this is all my fault."

day 192

a week or so since you havent gone to school, thats when you realized your mom cared and told you advice, went online shopping with you. its just that you always view everything negatively.

"someone wants to see you." she said, you hoped it was minho who would tell you sorry.

"y/n... its jeongin and seungmin. i have notes here compiled, even though im from another class. jeongin has english here, are you fine? " they asked while you explained everything.

day 194

deciding to go to school although minho was there was a bad thing. the day consisted of you being mentally unstable, and that wasnt the cherry on top.

"why are you here?" you said once you went out the school campus. "because, i want to. iced coffee?" again, blindly saying yes.

day 200

if you love her, dont be nice anymore. chanted in your head, but cant be said.

" why are you so nice, i know you've fallen out of love. " and he smiled as he looked again at the movie.

"minho. please, give me closure. stop being nice. treat me like a servant. swear at me. tell me im a bitch, whore, i dont know degrade me! please leave my heart alone, i cant cry anymore."

and so he thought for a moment, i cant do that.

day 210

holding you close again while you violently react, he caressed your face softly. tracing each feature and wiping your tears.

screaming, crying, like the storm. but he still held you up, like how he does to you everytime. "it's fine now."

day 224

"if i had a hole in my heart, how do i fix it?" she asked him, the man who she hasnt talked to in 2 weeks. "you've known what it is." he replied subtly.

"its not today tomorrow forever anymore huh. two day, two morrow and four ever. and its feb 24. fucking want to collapse or you just hit me and degrade me like what i said." and you watched him shake his head. "you cant split a heart into two and think it would still work, cant you?"

"but, you can break one into pieces and then they'd pretend its fine." she says with a bitter smile. "please be happy." and those words, those simple words were the confirmation. it was such a bitersweet love, everyone finds their way out of this somehow.

oof wait a minute i gotta read this later I DON'T HAVE TIME RN BUT EVERYONE GO READ

#🥟 anon #kathys asks #kathys cute ass anons

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roxasboxas · 5 years ago

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An Exhaustive Post About WHY I Hate Eraqus So Fucking Much

*back on my bullshit voice* so the thing about Eraqus, right

We don’t see a lot of him, so when analyzing him we have to focus on his impact on other characters. And the first thing to note is how a lot of people in canon consider him pretty great, for whatever reason. But, again, we don’t see him being much of anything. So, his lasting effects on other characters are where it’s at.

Terra

Terra doesn’t display any actual skill when it comes to being able to tell who’s trustworthy.

Some of it comes from him not having grown up on Disney movies like we have, but even then a lot of the people he falls in with over the course of BBS are pretty blatantly suspicious. A lot of people put this on him as a personal failing, but I’d argue that a good deal of that falls on Eraqus, his fucking teacher-dad who was supposed to help keep him safe and know how to keep himself safe.

Although, in all fairness, this may be a skill Eraqus lacks, too, as he hangs out with Xehanort.

Still, though, Terra seems to trust people (especially authority figures) with an almost unnatural absoluteness in most circumstances (ie, any time outside of that scene where he saves Ven from Eraqus), which plays into my next point.

Terra is ridiculously hard on himself.

Terra: *makes one mistake while acting in self defense* Terra, literally: “I can never go home” (in the scene it’s a bit more obvious, but it’s implied that his thought process is that Eraqus would never accept him home after, yknow, him making a literal mistake)

Xehanort kills Eraqus, but who does Terra blame? His own damn self, to the point of telling Aqua that he Terra killed Eraqus, rather than that Xehanort who literally killed Eraqus did it.

Where did Terra’s darkness come from, anyways?

We don’t really have a solid idea of how hearts and light and darkness work in Kingdom Hearts (despite how often they’re brought up) but darkness at least seems to be pretty heavily sourced from negative emotions (Ansem SOD possessing Riku via him being upset about Sora not needing him, Vanitas’ entire character, etc.)

So. Terra’s darkness. Terra has enough negative emotion for it to apparently be a palpable problem that we are concerned about. Like, does he have a genetic predisposition to depression or anxiety or something? Are there any therapists in the Land of Departure? What’s going on there

Terra has so much going on emotionally that he literally gets possessed. He needs some milk therapy

Aqua

Aqua is the golden child and the eldest daughter and it. fucks. her. up.

She’s two years younger than Terra but she’s taking the Mark of Mastery at the same time as him. Did she just start at the same time as him? Why did she start so young? this is ridiculous

She absolutely puts herself in a caretaker role (definitely to a higher degree with Ven, but also with Terra at times). Her fellow apprentices are almost more her responsibility than Eraqus’ at times, which should absolutely not be the case. My girl is 18 in BBS she is too young to be raising a 16y/o boy and a 20y/o man.

What parental stuff does Eraqus do on screen? “Terra, you are like a son to me” fuckin act like it then

If anything Eraqus encourages this thought process and behavior when he tells her to keep an eye on Terra as he sends the two of them off to punch monsters. This aint healthy man. shut up

Even when she’s hanging out in the realm of darkness for a hot decade her focus is less on taking care of herself and more on getting back to Terra and Ventus because she feels so obligated to take care of them

She’s only IN the realm of darkness in the first place because she hopped in to save Terra, who was kind of. hella possessed and evil at the time.

I feel like this actually shows up in her game mechanics as well. She’s a glass cannon. She’s out here solving other peoples problems and killing monsters like a champ but shes got no health bc shes not taking care of her own needs.

All of Aqua’s problems really fall under that one category but hoo boy it is a doozy huh

Ventus

im going back and getting the exact dialogue for this part because holy shit

Eraqus: “Ventus, you’re alone? I thought Aqua would-- Well, what matters is that you’re home. You don’t belong outside this world yet. You need to stay here, where you can learn--” Ventus: “In your prison?” Eraqus: “What?” Ventus: “That’s your excuse... for keeping me imprisoned here, isn’t it?” Eraqus: “What did you hear?” Ventus: “That I’m supposed to be some weapon... Some kind of... ‘X-blade”!” Eraqus: “I knew it. Xehanort-- He could never let it go.” [pause for flashback] Eraqus: “I failed. I had the chance to stop him and couldn’t do it. But I will not fail again.” [Eraqus summons his fucking keyblade to kill a child] Ventus: “Master! What are you...” Eraqus: “The X-Blade has no place in this or any world. Xehanort has made his purpose clear... and I am left with no choice. Forgive me... But you must exist no more.” [Terra steps in and saves Ventus.] Eraqus: “What?” Terra: “Master, have you gone mad?” Eraqus: “Terra! I command you-- step aside!” Terra: “No!” Eraqus: “You will not heed your Master?” Terra: “I won’t!” Eraqus: “Why do all my attempts to reach you fail?” [side note: this is its own fuckin loaded statement but its in terms of his effect on Terra’s own self doubt rather than what Ventus is up to] “If you don’t have it in your heart to obey... then you will have to share Ventus’s fate.” [Terra and Eraqus begin to fight] Ventus: “Enough, Terra! He’s right...”

Or, tl;dr, Ven literally believes he should fuckin die just bc Eraqus said so. What the FUCK

Ventus: hey did you know about this Eraqus: yes. die Ventus: shit ok

Things to keep in mind:

Ventus has about 4 years of cumulative memory due to magic heart shenanigan induced amnesia

Eraqus was technically responsible for him this whole time, and claimed to Ventus (getting Terra and Aqua to lie about this, BY THE WAY) that this had been the arrangement since forever.

Xehanort and Yen Sid

Xehanort

Okay, we can’t blame Eraqus for Xehanort being evil as shit and we’re probably gonna get more info on that in the new Xehanort game, but. Eraqus fucking cheats at fantasy chess. Probably didn’t contribute that much to Xehanort’s darkness problem, sure, but probably didn’t help at all, either.

Yen Sid

Dude just lives in his tower. doing jack shit. making Sora and Riku teach themselves during their final exam. Making Merlin teach Kairi and Lea. do something my guy you’re irrevocably caught up anime drama anyways

this is the joke section. to lighten the mood after talking about the whole child murder thing

And then Eraqus had literally no direct effect on anyone else in the whole ass series. His entire impact was literally negative. I hate him

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts meta #eraqus #eraqus hate #terra #aqua #ventus #this is all completely unprompted btw i just. fucking hate this guy #and i was thinking #about how much i fucking hate this guy #and i love talking about my opinions sooo

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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Jeremiah: how'd you know that was your granny?

Me; i remember her voice. Jeremiah don't cry

Jeremiah: that's so fucked up how do you say that to someone?

Well... I remember her voice and im sure God made sure that memory was open for me. She got a real rugged voice like her life, I knew it when she said I had to apologize. Its a voice that carries all this pain from all these years. Remember she was real old and wrinkled like crispy crispy fried chicken. And her little old eyes... They were always sad and mad and all mean no nonsense and she couldn't ever hear and i hated yelling at her so she could hear so she had me write it down for her.

But her voice is like her face when she was alive, deep from the heart carrying what the heart feels, that's how. Just carrying all her life dignity and harsh life experiences.

So a little story about my mom and my granny. Denise used to live with my granny in one of them silver bullet type campers but it was real spacious. She used to live there with granny to keep her ass from jail. Granny was the only one that could ring her up by her neck like a chicken and beat that ass.

One time we went to visit in about 1985 and Denise went in there and stabbed her with an ink pen right in the foot. I remember that iodine they used to clean and heal it up with all on her skin. And the bandages.

Denise did it right in front of me cause i went out there and Denise was taking off ber top all "my granny gonna give me a bath" and my granny looked scared.

Mind you id already drank bleach watched my twin brother murdered in front of me abd bypassed death multiple times So i knew by looking in grannys blue eyes she wasn't about to give no one a bath.

So i looked all in the small trailer and told her "there aint no place to take a bath. There aint no tub. What in the sink? You're way too fat to"

"Well fine I'll wash the dishes" took a pan and knocked my granny out cold! I ran to get my dad and I felt i didn't run fast enough by the time i got back my mom was all trying sex shit on my granny who was knocked out. So i went outside and screamed on the top of ny lungs and everyone came running then.

They dumped granny in an old wash tub in the yard. Old silver one y'all rich people use to feed your calves and horses in. And woke her up and i was all satisfied cause I got to wondering "where does she bathe?" Well in the big house of course but they only had a shower there. So i was all "now that's a bath" the rest of the summer i used it for my bathing tub and my swimming pool and we made a mud pit to wrestle my cousin in. Girls against girls and boys against boys my granny said. Till i won all the girls at least twice then she said i could wrestle the boys. With my clothes on of course. Kyle was the only one that could beat me of my cousins. Now he is gangsta thug through and through. Big as Hell and i know I'd be a dumb bitch to start with him but he ain't nothing but a big ole teddy bear to most. Still would not cross him a bit. I beat a few of my uncles, too. But to be fair i was pretty wiggly and we were in some real wet slick mud from my tub overflow and swimming with the girl cousins and the boys splashing during their turn. And a bit of sprinkle instigation from my granny spraying us down to call quits and to hose those beat down so they could go play safe.

So that night i was hiding in my moms old bed with granny in her little house and my uncle all dumb came with my mom, not knowing what was to happen. Well my mom told little old Shane to beat it and my mom was all trying her Sins again and she kept wiggling at the curtain and all so I crept up to the corner and peeked around and Denise said "why is she in here?"

Granny said "well you didn't even know she was missing"

And so Denise punched her right in the eye! So i jumped up and knocked down the blue and green and yellow paisley curtain to separate the bed space, thankfully I jumped and it didn't heat me full on the head and i started screaming full on hoping my uncle was close enough to hear.

He was But he ran in the big house to get my dad and his dad and anyone else.

I was standing on the curtain when Denise stabbed my granny with the blue note pen we were using to talk with. And stabbed my granny right in the ankle space above her foot and under the calf.

Then she came for me so i ducked in that small 5 feet of space that the kitchen covered, yanked that pen out my granny and went towards my mom and she ran for the door, the fat coward. So I stabbed her right in the left shoulder blade like a boss bitch. I was 4 years old.

"Well you little" she spat as she turned with eyes only the Devil himself would be fond of. I was fucking exhausted fighting all day and being in the mud and all and i had been sleeping so i got pissed. I wouldn't done that shit she stayed in the big house like she was supposed to.

So i took that pan granny put in the drawer, a good 9 inch iron skillet only God could made and I started beating the shit outta her. Right on the left side of the face first then she fell all fake and i kept beating her then she started biting my granny!!! Right about then the door flew open and my little uncle that had just been out was there and he said "they're coming" i saw relief on my granny i was all "no i got this, shut the door I don't need the whole house seeing this"

But i seen a pair of old man grandpa hands that been working the prison for 40 years reach in and grab those fat ankles and pull her out and im yelling and beating her the whole time. "Hey! What the Hell are you doing?! I ain't finished! Shit and Fuck! Get back here you dumb bitch ---"

And i looked up in the dark and saw nothing but my grandpa's bright blue eyes twinkling in the low kitchen light "Well finish"

"I... Uh.. Let me get the pan!" I was plum confused "are you sure? I can for sure kill her"

"As you wish" and he gestured toward my mother's body. She was wrestling to wake up and grandpa put his bare foot brave to walk in the desert valley of Arizona square on her back and i told him hold on to the door so he didnt fall and i went wailing on her till my dad came and i looked at my dad with that iron pan in both my hands held low at my hips "but I'm not finished"

Oh grandpa just started laughing so hard he could barely stand i was glad he held that door cause for sure he would fallen. And grandpa said "ah just let her"

"Alright!!!" I started to begin wailing again "oh can i dad?" I was a perfect child, always getting permission from adults to murder. Still do. Still do. Except for here and there in My teenage years. "Oh and someone got to take care of her!" Cause my dad and grandpa were wondering if i was finished cause i was covered in blood. And granny was yelling "no its me! Let her finish!"

So my dad went in and left to get some bandages from the house. Cause she was squirting blood all over. And dripping and her tea towel (hand towel) was soaked nearly full of blood except the corners.

Granny hollering "I'll be fine! Let her finish!"

Y'all see me in this old lady? Genetics baby, i got the good ones.

So i started wailing harder than ever on that old beast. Im only four and that iron skillet was heavy and i been done using my muscles for the day already. But i got fueled for seeing that blood and i kept on the back of her neck till grandpa said "woah what's that pen doing out her back? Did you do your granny too?"

My mouth dropped open "no sir"

"Alright then finish" just like a prison guard he told me.

"Well yes sir where shall i hit?" My granny had been teaching me old fancy words and styles of speaking from "the old South" all day. Kinda testing me. She would say a sentence like "shall I order some tea?" And I had to guess what she asked "oh can you" and I would write "can" and she would say what kinda can? She would show me green bean can and i would shake my head no.

"Well you can hit her in the legs so she can't walk and do this no more"

So i hit her square on her lower ass "the top of the legs! The middle! The ankle, the calve!" I went up and down shouting anatomy I looked up at my granny and she looked tired with her head down so i yelled "oh fuck! Is she alright?!? Dad is my granny--?" And she waved her hand at me my dad was looking up at me, his eyes full of pain, sadness and glistening with humor and admiration. My mouth fell over "are you" and i stumbled towards him and granny waved me off again and i seen she was laughing and she sat up heehawwing all kinds! Then put her head down. Grandpa was shaking the whole door with his laughing nearly shaking it plumb off i was afraid. "Now what were you doing when i was shouting anatomy? Your face was different" i hit that ink pen in further about all i could muscle up seeing everyone was alright.

"Anatomy? Billy where she learned this shit from? I know shall and sir was from her but anatomy?! What? Go on you can hit again"

"Oh Idk i guess Denise"

"Yeah that bitch be hitting me if i don't help her study right. Don't you?" I grabbed her by the back of her bloody head and looked in her face and dropped both her and the pan "oh my God, that's gross. She about to stink"

She was dead.

"Now we gotta do CPR" said my tired dad

"Now you hold on! Now this is MY house! Sabrina you do the CPR" i helped him flip the bitch over "now Billy you stay right there. Sabrina now you jump on her chest! Get to starting!"

"But i don't wanna!!!!"

"Now come on I'll help you. Well hold hands, you know how to take a life dont you? Now you gotta earn your path and make sure you know how to restart one too! Now come on! Don't run!"

Dam I tried not to learn that lesson and dam if it hadn't stuck with me all these years. 4 year old kid me learned some real stuff back then in 1985 but here in 2019 i learned the rest of my path. Sometimes it's alright to let me finish and run off. Now me and Jesse are in a fight because he disagreed with me, i got real mad and some new friends questioned my judgement. But they understood after a nap. And i still ain't friends with Jesse now. Cause it ain't about death with him its the fact he still wants kr to suffer. So I'm glad my granny is back Because she aint that way. My grandpa is here, too And he sure is sorry. He died of cancer. My Granny just cause she was old lonely and had a broken heart. And Jesse better watch the fuck out cause hes the liar, not me. He got me mad. Done sent two people to kill me in Santa Fe and some bitch tonight all talking about hiding on my porch with a gun. I told his bitch ass he better be in a bullet proof vest cause ima shoot his face with it. He got scared m i told him he better start running and jesse was all she's too fat to chase you!! For real. My legs work. Today in 2019.

So now i listened cause my dad yelled but my granny said "let her run!"

But I listened cause my dad always protected me so if it was me I'd want CPR probably

And we had a discussion about it. And grandpa said "you want me and your dad to do it or you want me and you?!"

"Me and you, i guess. If someone's gotta do it better be Me, sir i got it" i grudgingly climbed on my moms fat where my grandpa gave me a tight hug and made my sadness disappate.

I tried to run again "now come here!"

"Awh! I thought I'd get a hug and that would be the end!"

"Is that what your mother do to you?"

I started all crying trying to explain.

"Never Mind ill call the ambulance"

My dad did and my dad said not to jump and put my feet where they should go and i just moved up and down real soft a bit once the ambulance lights turned the corner.

Grandpa said to take granny first although she was hurt a bit and said Denise was going to through coroner and the EMT argued "we are here to save a life"

"Then save her!" He pointed at me, "SHE did this Cause her momma, this one" he pointed at the ground "has been attacking dear old granny all day! Now call the coroner! I would say im sorry! But im not! Now call it up use the phone! Go on and do it!"

"Sir let me remind you you're not the sheriff!"

"then call him!!"

"Im glad I'm not in prison because now I can see why you work there youre scaryyyy"

"Did he make you do it?!?!"

"He stabbed my granny with a pen? No she did!!!!"

Granpa was all "whoa! Now she knows consequences of actions and you're standing here arguing and i got one bleeding to death, a little one all nervous and a dead body! Are you here to save a life or what not?!?!"

"Yes sir. Let me get in there to old granny but move her" finally he looked down "oh she's dead. Im sorry sir"

"Well i ain't!" My grandpa was loud granny laughed.

"Y'all are about as sick in the head as i ever seen" the EMT tried not to laugh

"Well you see a grown woman trying to rape your granny! That was her mom and she got her and i sure aint sorry it's about the 5th time today I had to get onto her about behaving!" Then grandpa's voice got quiet and gentler "now this one!" And he picked me up and carried me "now im going over to the tractor!!" And he put me up high on it and told me he was hiding me and I could run if i wanted, no one would ever catch me.

I didn't. And i was told to tell only what Denise had done to my granny. And i had won at muscle wrestling all day in the mud and i was in there sleep to protect my granny And i did. To the fullest extent of the law.

Unfortunately they sent the fat old bitch to the hospital and got her dumb ass back to life. Unfortunately I didn't beat it into her brains well enough... Cause now 34 years later.... Denise hasn't changed.

We should just put her in the field and ran her over with the tractor for the horses to eat and the dogs.

Its made me wiser to the world around me. Smarter than i can stand, until i want death myself because there's no end to misery.

But I've learned that i can't kill them all. So days that I get the good old dead back relieve a misery that i cannot stand that I see in so many people.

And those life lessons I learned all those years ago at the tender age of four have always stuck with me and have changed the world m from Iraq to Afghanistan to the good old USA. And they will continue to. And even in London.

And that's my promise given to me by the dead that they intend to keep.

So lately I've been thinking about Revelations in the bible. It keeps me happy to think one day (hopefully soon) all the evil will drop dead and all the good ghosts can once again have bodies they can keep. That keeps me healthy and "mentally sane" as they call it.

#the dead #murder #toddler

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pinkykitten · 6 years ago

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Dancing Mission

Detroit: Become Human

Connor x female! reader

Warning: cussing, a sex offender dude, some blood

Specifics: comedy, violence, fluff, romance, man vs man, dancing, women power, race neutral reader

People: Connor, you, Hank Anderson, Devin James (oc), Carl Hunter (oc), Markus (mentioned)

Words: 2,993

Summary: You a cop as well, work with Hank and Connor to take down a man named Devin James. What you don’t know is you have to go undercover in a club. You end up dancing with Connor.

Authors Note: i know is suck at summaries, im so used to just gettin the frickin request and just copy and paste u know. but omg i think i am in luv with this story. this is prob now one of my fav stories i have done. i have watched all of dbh on jacksepticeyes channel (lol im too cheap y’all) and it is one of my fav games. my sis luvs connor to pieces as do i (cuz he luvs dogs duh) so this is for her. i’ve wanted to write a dbh fic for the longest time so here it is. i really want to write more so pls request more of this and feedback is much appreciated here.

“-so that means that we have to act natural like one of them,” Hank explained while driving to the destination.

You, sitting in the back of the car thought about this mission. You have worked with Hank for a couple of months, you’re both practically friends. Maybe even BEST FRIENDS (lol idk why i feel like this sentence would sound like spongebobs voice. well it kinda makes sense since the dude who plays hank plays mr krabs...anyways)

The goal was to arrest a man named Devin James. Supposedly, he has been keeping deviants for about 2 years. He sells them for quite a lot of cash to those who want to “fix” them. Your expression turned into sadness when you read his file. You understood what he did to these deviants. He would lock them up, abuse, torture them, and then sell them to others. But not so they can be fixed its so the buyers can torture the deviants more.

Unfortunately, you knew why he needed to be arrested. It was not because he was doing these things to the androids. It is because he is selling deviants. In your mind however, you saw this as a rescue mission. To make sure those deviants get out, even if it kills you.

Your group came into contact with him. Devin was now currently, in a club called “Pomegranate”.

“Weird name for a club,” you laughed looking outside the window. It was midnight, the night sky pitch black. There was tiny drops of rain pattering against the glass.

“Maybe it is called Pomegranate because when a woman opens up her legs-”

“Shhhh Connor! There is a woman seated in the back!” You called out, your eyes widened in surprise that Connor knew those types of things. You scratched your nose and wiggled your eyebrows, “Hank, you gotta be careful with this one. Apparently he’s either been too much into fanfiction or hentai to know those types of facts.”

Hank looked into the rear view mirror, “In a minute y/n I’m gonna throw your as* outside this car into the pouring rain! Now can we talk about the dam* arrest!”

You shrugged and laid back muttering, “It was your baby Connor’s fault.”

Hank gave you a glare through the mirror. Any words that were about to come out of your mouth were quickly swallowed down.

The car stopped and you jumped out.

“Alright, remember what I said act. Natural. This guys good, he has ran away from the police many, many, many times. So we need to make sure that he doesn’t know that we’re cops,” Hank instructed slamming his car door.

You nodded, “Right, right, right. But let me ask you this Hank from “Finding Dory” how the hel* is Mr. Roboto here gonna oh I don’t know...blend in. When he’s a fuc*in android!”

“I also see no way out of this Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor added.

Hank rolled his eyes at you and opened his trunk, “I was gonna get to that, y/n! Disguises.”

You peered into the trunk to see a plain tux, a bedazzled 80s suit (which of course you knew to be for Hank), and a dress.

“Connor you wear this tux, and you y/n, wear this dress.”

Connor eyed the tux that was handed to him weirdly, and you groaned at the dress.

“I do not think I can do this. It is not in my making to change my outfit-”

“Well, what about me! I mean it is in my making to change but like...I DON’T WANNA,” you interrupted Connor, making him blink like “what just happened.”

Hank closed the trunk and locked his car, “No if, ands, or buts. Go to the restrooms and put them on.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Ugh! I have my stupid period and now I have to wear this dumb dress,” you grumbled as you trudged inside the club.

“Keep an eye out for y/n, okay Connor,” Hank said as he walked inside.

Dua Lipa & Calvin Harris - One Kiss (i feel like this song would be played like at a disco club or something. i luv this song and always want to jam to this. this song is playing in the club)

Connor was changed into his tuxedo and Hank was in his suit.

“I’m gonna head over there, see if I can find him. You-,” Connor and Hank looked up to see you come out of the bathroom.

(omg i can so imagine this the chorus comes on or in this vid 1:02) You dolled yourself to look like a million bucks. Make up on and hoop earrings. “You guys ready?”

If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought they got a boner because of you.

“Y/n,” Connor whispered, mesmerized by your look. The dress clung on to all the right places.

“Jesus y/n, look at you. Connor close your mouth,” Hank chuckled. “Alright I’m gonna go over there see you guys in a few if you haven’t got any leads. Let me know if you spot him though, alright? Good!” Hank left.

You walked well more like almost tripped with the 9-inch heels. “You go by the exits, Connor. And I’ll take the bar.” You pushed your boobs up (if u aint got titties dont worry u added some padding then, every boob counts👍) , “Okay ladies...do your job.”

You swayed to the bar, trying to entice a man like Devin. Instead, Connor looked with big, wide, eyes. “I swear I haven’t even had a dic* bigger than 9-inches. How do you expect me to walk in these Hank?!?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.

“Excuse me, baby but you are sure lookin fine,” a tall man growled as he grabbed a handful of your butt.

You rose your brow and tried not to punch him in the balls. “Do not blow you’re cover y/n,” you thought to yourself.

“Hey, give her an old fashioned,” the man ordered the bar tender.

You nodded and smacked your lips together, “oh, okay, so you want me to be drunk as hel*. I gotcha.”

The man laughed and licked his lips, “Thats funny. This drink will make you grow chest hair, that is for sure.”

The bartender gave you the drink. You coughed, and prepared yourself to be drunk in this mission. You chugged the liquid down. The whiskey burning your throat. It all slid south and you put the glass down harshly. “Baby, know that women got hair all over.” You raised your arms up and showed your armpits. Hey, you haven’t shaved in a while. You a busy gal. (if u think that this is nasty u better get off this blog right now)

“Dam* girl, you for real though,” the guy sat down on the bar stools. Eyeing your whole body.

“I don’t sugar coat. Anyways, whats your name?”

“Carl, Carl Hunter. You?”

“Y/n, L/n.”

“Hey, bartender can she just have a light sangria.”

You pulled your dress down in order to sit on the bar stool. In the process, you put your purse down on the floor, in between your legs.

You then put your attention to Carl again and saw your drink was waiting for you.

“Why thank you, Carl. I think I’m not gonna drink anymore than this so here,” you handed the bartender, “is the cash.”

Carl stepped in and forced your hand down. “Baby, I got this. My mama always taught me how to be a gentleman. I will pay for this.”

You knitted your eyebrows together, “Are you sure?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You grinned and stroked his arm. He winked at you. As he was paying the bartender you took out a device called “pd.id”. It shows if your drink has been spiked.

“Pric*,” you muttered. You brought out your handcuffs out and handcuffed him to the stool.

“Hey, what the fuc* you think you doin?”

“I am saving women, pig! Trying to drug my drink huh? Thought it could get past me? You are dead wrong, and your name was Carl Hunte?” You wrote it on your hand. “Got it, thanks Carl for buying my drinks. Hope you like prison.” You poured the sangria all over his head and walked to Connor.

“Have you found him yet y/n?” Connor was by the dance floor.

“Nope, but I found a disgusting sex offender. So still kinda saved the day,” you sighed, placing your hands on your hips.

You phoned Hank who was...somewhere. “Where you at Hank?”

“I’ve asked around to see if someone knows him or if they’ve sighted him. But everyone around here acts like dumbas*es. You got anything?”

You snickered, “Nada, hey I’ll make this bet. Whoever gets Devin first gets their drink paid by the loser.” Your eyebrows rose as you looked to Connor who looked at you with puppy, innocent eyes. “And Connor can have some...blood...”

Connor smiled and looked away.

You could hear Hank on the other side chuckling, “Okay y/n...you’re on. Have fun...LOSER!” Then Hank hanged up the call.

“As*,” you laughed.

You then saw the dance floor and people were dancing all over. It was as if a light bulb went off in your brain. “I have an idea,” you said aloud.

You grabbed onto Connor’s hand and guided him with a sway of your hips to the dance floor.

“Have I ever told you I love this song,” you grinned. Your feet stepping to the beat. Connor just stood like a plank of wood. Just mesmerized by your moves.

“One kiss is all it takes, fallin in love with me,” you sang, goofing off also by doing the underwater dance. “C’mon Connor join me.”

Connor’s mouth was open wide, “Oh, um, um, I do not think dancing is in my program.”

You brought your hands on Connor’s shoulders, and your body bent and stretched all over. “I’ll teach you robo boy,” you winked.

Connor’s cheeks created a blue blush, he was a lost for words. His eyes were glued to your eyes. Drinking everything in.

“You move like this, put your hands here,” you said while placing Connor’s hands on your hips. “Now just feel the beat, the rhythm, be one with the song.”

Connor stumbled a bit, but then he got the hang of it. “I, I think I am doing it y/n.”

“See! There you go!”

You both moved together so perfectly. Like trees swaying in the wind. Like a river. Your hands traveled all over Connor and he developed an even deeper blush.

You then let go of him and danced by yourself. He studied your dancing for a while then he danced by himself.

look up on youtube Bryan Dechart dancing as Connor

Finally, Connor was being...Connor. He was being himself. He was proving to the world that androids are not just things, they are living and they deserve to be free.

“Oh my god, YES CONNOR! GO CONNOR! Woooohooooo!!!!!,” you cheered jumping up and down.

You both danced then like animals. Shaking not caring if you both looked like two goofballs. The dance floor was empty so it was just the two of you. You did the sprinkler dance. Connor then started laughing and smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, go y/n, go y/n,” Connor cheered as well.

You heard the song was almost to the end. Your body twirled to Connor’s body until you both were almost glued together.

“You are extremely beautiful...y/n...,” Connor whispered only so you and him could hear.

“And you Connor are important to me,” you whispered to him. You both were closing the gap between you two, your lips almost meeting.

“Guys, I found Devin,” Hank yelled to you both as he appeared before you two. “Oh, um, am I disturbing something?”

“You found him,” you questioned as Hank ran ahead. You broke contact with Connor and gave him a guilty face. You stepped off the dance floor and brought your gun out of your thigh holster, following Hank, with Connor behind you.

You sprinted to the commotion of people now screaming since smart pants Devin tried to shoot you guys. You tried to see him over the sea of people.

“I spot him,” you shouted, not caring of the protests of Hank and Connor. “Don’t worry guys I got this!”

You ran after Devin, stumbling a few times from the dumb heels. You look down, “Dam* heels!” While going after this man, you take the heels off and throw them at him (kinda like Nakia from Black Panther). He screams in pain but doesn’t stop. He jumps over boxes of booze from the club and you do the same. You chase him out of the club, going in the street.

“GET DOWN NOW,” you scream at him. “If you do not stop I will shoot!”

The man kept going until you shook your head, breathed hard a couple of times, you sped, fast after him. It was if you were possessed by Usain Bolt. You caught up to him, your dress ripped by your legs. You pounced on Devin, putting his arms behind his back in a death grip. “PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW!”

Devin, breathing harshly, threw the gun away from you both. “Owww you’re hurting me,” he whined.

“Good,” you sassed back, picking him up harshly. More in the light you can see where the end of your heel hit the side of his head. You tried not to laugh, muffling your giggles.

You picked up the gun and walked back to Hank and Connor who were not far from you.

“That was very impressive,” Connor smirked while winking like you did.

“...am I missing something here,” Hank eyed both of you.

You gave a lopsided grin, “Oh Hank, if only you knew...No, you’re missing your Devin. Here’s his gun and you owe me a drink...loser” You threw the gun to Hank and chuckled.

As Hank took a hold of Devin you went to his level to speak to him. “So Devin, where you hidin these deviants?”

“I won’t tell...cun*,” he hissed. You punched his face, your ring making a mark on his nose it also looking a little crooked, and blood coming out. Heh, marked twice by you.

“Y/n, can you please be a little more fuc*in professional, right Connor?” Hank asked Connor.

Connor shrugged, “I think that punch was needed.”

“Okay, I am definitely missing something,” Hank shouted.

You gripped Devin’s face, “You. Don’t. Talk. To. Women. Like. That. Understand? Now, again, where are the deviants?”

“In my warehouse, like 5 blocks from here.”

“Thank you,” you said professionally. You walked barefoot to the car, and waited for the boys.

“I have gotten you these,” Connor handed you a pair of flip flops. “I know it is not much, but I much prefer you walking in them then on the wet ground.”

You smiled and thanked him. Hank was driving to the warehouse that Devin talked about.

“I think this is it,” you called, looking out your window to see a rusty metal warehouse. The scene you walked on upon looked like it was taken from a 80s horror film. The lightning striking like a whip in the dark clouds. You brought your flashlight out. “Whelp boys, lets see what we find in here.”

You all walked inside. You were thankful you were out of the pouring rain, but now you were stuck in the cold metal warehouse. Shivering like a pair of rattled bones, you tried to cover your bare arms by hugging yourself.

“Here y/n, take this. I do not want you to get a cold,” Connor gently placed his tux jacket on your shoulder, leaving him in a tight white shirt with a black bow tie.

“Thanks...Connor,” you smiled, cuddling yourself in the jacket.

“I think we should all spread out. Just remember though, we’re dealing with deviants...be careful, all of you,” Hank said making his way to the right. Connor chose the left, while you, well didn’t choose but were stuck with the middle.

You tiptoed silently, trying not to make any noise. It was dark, and dusty. It was extremely hard for you not to erupt into a coughing fit. Suddenly, you heard a bang coming from the side of you. You jumped almost like a cat. You stood there, trying to do breathing exercises, and to try to steady your heart. Even though lets be real, your heart was not steady even to begin with this mission. Everything was thrown, antique chairs, a type writer, and pieces of a car hung from the ceiling. The dust particles traveled across the light from your flashlight. The dirt was all muddy since there were tiny holes in the roof. It smelled disgusting, like a farm.

“How could anyone live like this,” you spoke aloud, covering your nose with Connor’s jacket.

“Please, save us,” you heard from in front of you. You panicked and turned every which way, trying to find the source of that voice.

“We beg you save us. Let us be free.”

“Get us out of here.”

“We want to be free.”

“Is that our savior, Marcus?”

“Please, save us.”

“Please!”

Your flashlight then came upon the cells and cells of deviants. Some were all white having taking off their skin. Some were broken, missing limbs, missing an eye. Some were still freshly made new, just with a few tiny scratches. But they all had one thing in common. They were begging. Begging you to set them free. They were tired of living like this. Your heart saddened for them, why couldn’t androids be free? Why were they abused and slaughtered like this? It was not right. But what if you did let them all out? Would you loose the trust of Hank, or even worse Connor? Would you loose your job letting these deviants out secretly? There were only two choices,

were you going to leave the deviants?

or...were you going to let them out?

You had to decide...

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captain039 · 6 years ago

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Imagine this

Cable x reader

Summary: Just some imagines for my snack pack XD

Warnings: Some swearing

Lip balm

Walking around the mansion you were in your own little world when you saw Cable in the training room to say you had a crush on him was an understatement and honestly it scared you someday.

But seeing him like this training just brought feelings not that everything else he did brought feelings, but it was like he was in his natural zone. Bringing out his fanny- sorry utility bag he brought out his lip balm and you smirked walking in as he glanced up at you.

“Hey” You said.

“Hi” He said rather puffed out.

“Can I have some?” You asked he frowned but nodded, you smirked kissing his lips instead as he stood frozen staring at you as you gave him an innocent look.

“Sneaky basterd” He smirked as you giggled.

“But your going to pay” You blinked, and he smirked as you ran quickly down the hallway he caught up easily lifting you up in his arms as you squealed trying to free yourself. He turned you around, so your legs were wrapped around his waist as he smirked.

“I got you now” He said, and you smirked back.

“And what are you going to do Mr. Summers?” You asked as he growled low in his throat kissing you deeply. You needed to use his lip balm more often.

Size don’t matter

When Deadpool introduced you to Cable you fell like instantly and punched yourself afterwards for saying that, but he was perfect. He was rough on the edges, but you knew he had a soft heart for what he did for his family. His family, they were lucky people you weren’t jealous maybe a little, but you pushed the feelings aside happy to have him as a friend. You wondered why he stayed honestly, he didn’t have anything here really except the group maybe it meant something more to him. You’ll never know.

But now that he’s around you couldn’t get him off your mind, but you knew he would never like you because you weren’t a supermodel or size 6 in licra you didn’t have anything to show. Your ability was manipulating water not that exciting and not overly helpful, so you found out. So, you kept your distance trying to avoid him, so your feelings wouldn’t grumble anymore. You had told Domino and Wade kicking him in the dick just to make sure he didn’t tell anyone else.

“You know moping around isn’t helping” You rolled your eyes at Wade as he walked in sitting in front of you.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” He asked pulling his mask off.

“Wade you know why I’m not a size 6 and I don’t have a great body and he he’s perfection and I’m not” You grumbled putting your hands over your stomach Wade sighed standing up on the table.

“You my beautiful bests water gal are the most gorgeous thing on this planet besides my Venessa with the curves, Amway not the point you are beautiful and if Cable don’t like you then he doesn’t deserve this” He said as he did a little butt wiggle making you giggle.

“See aint nothing to worry about with a smile like that” He winked and disappeared. Cable was around the corner he had heard it all, you liked him? But why? He was grumpy and old and an asshole. You sighed to yourself jumping a bit when Cable walked a small blush creeping on your cheeks as he grabbed something to drink.

“You know avoiding me forever doesn’t help” He said quietly his voice rough you frowned suddenly nervous.

“I’m not avoiding you” You said but it was a lie he knew it. He sat on the couch in front of you slouched down his legs slightly spread apart. You gulped quietly his eyes staring intently at you.

“Cable?” You questioned.

“Nathan” You frowned.

“My names Nathan” You smiled nodding.

“You are perfect” He suddenly whispered, and you frowned, did he? Did he hear the conversation?

“Oh god you know” You said covering your face blushing furiously.

“I’m so so sorry I” You began to ramble.

“Y/n shut up” You instantly shut up sighing. He got up as you looked up at him nervously as his hands came down either side of you, so his face was inches apart from yours.

“Nathan” You said nervously.

“Ill have you know I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen” He said in a low voice making a shiver run up your spine.

“But why would you want a grumpy old man like me?” He questioned you frowned.

“You are not” You said crossing your arms.

“Your kind hearted but you don’t want to show it” You said he nodded you were right he didn’t show his feelings.

“Well maybe I can show you this” He whispered suddenly leaning in as he stole a kiss. He liked you back.

Future

You and Nathan were happily married in this world even though things went wrong you found each other and stuck together ever since, now there was a mini summer on the way.

You were standing on the balcony watching the small piece of garden you had when hands slid around your waist and held your stomach as a head rested on your shoulder you smiled leaning back into him this was paradise.

“How are my girls doing?” He whispered, and you giggled turning in his arms giving him a sweet kiss.

“Were better now” You said as he smiled holding your stomach gently as he smiled down at her with love.

“Ill always protect you both no matter what” He whispered as you stared at him with love he was the sweetest man even though he had a tough exterior.

Rushing you to the hospital he waited outside pacing as you cried in pain he hated hearing you cry always hated it, but he could do nothing. Soon he was aloud back in and he smiled seeing his little baby girl in your arms as tears fell down your cheeks.

“Look its daddy” You whispered as he smiled walking over to hold her.

“Hey sugar” He whispered her little eyes opening. He kissed you on the head sitting on the bed one arm around you the other holding the little one.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Nattily summer” He smiled kissing your forehead again.

You were always safe, and this was your little piece of paradise.

Messed up

The world had gone mad and against itself everyone tearing each other apart and then the robots killing half the population.

You had survived this long from hiding and running nothing else, but you were hungry and loosing strength. Food was short, and water was practically gone it was tough living out here and dangerous with the left-over robots roaming around killing everything that moved.

You were cold, tired and hungry as the wind blew against your body you fell to the ground you couldn’t keep it up you were going to die. In the distant you saw a figure you tried to get up, but your world went blurry and you assumed it was the end.

You weren’t dead you groaned though at the slight headache you had as you opened your eyes seeing a ceiling or well a cave ceiling. You rolled your head to the side seeing a man he was tall and had one metal arm making you worried.

“Hello?” You called but your voice was hoarse he turned around he was part cyborg he walked forward grabbing something along the way before knelling down.

“Drink” He said you frowned but took the cup drinking it, it was water oh sweet sweet water you smiled.

“Thank you” You whispered.

“No problem” He said his voice was deep and rough.

“Thank you for saving me as well I thought I was dead for sure” You said sitting against the wall.

“Almost were” He said sitting by the fire he wasn’t a talker you could tell.

After the years you two survived together and soon feelings came over to take place but maybe just maybe they could work.

#cable x reader #cable #nathan summers #imagines #deadpool 2 #fluff #cute

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iceamericanoventi · 6 years ago

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Love Will Find a Way, Well, Eventually : 2. In Between

“Where are you going?”

If it was inside Cartoon Network’s universe, everyone must be able to see the smoke fuming from both his nostrils and ears. Jinki looks beyond distressed when he’s lifting his ass from the chair. No one on the table was his partner, but Minho decided to throw some ridiculous question then played dumb as if he didn’t just ask one.

“Should I have number one here?”

He started getting irked, but that doesn’t stay long until Kibum casually munched his breadstick while spluttering his witty comments as usual, “Surely Taemin would be delightful.”

Taemin who didn’t do anything almost chocked himself with a piece of tomato and kicked Kibum’s shin under the table, eventually.

“Promise me you won’t run away?”

Dumbfounded, Jinki emptied his pocket and almost smashed the table with his belonging.

“Are you my husband? Here’s my wallet. And my phone!” and with that, he left the other three men finishing their meal.

“Is he always in this temper?”

Lee Taemin gave him another look, pleading him not to embarrass them further, but Kibum just shrugged and muttered ‘I’m just asking’ under his nose.

“He was mad with me since this afternoon. Plus, he has lots of stuffs to think about these days. But don’t worry, he never really got mad unless you disturb his nap.”

“What is he? A bear?”

“Yaa! Kim Kibum!”

Minho couldn’t help but laugh to the scene happened before his eyes. Taemin is famous for being friendly and very expressive only if you know him, even if he’s talkative. To penetrate his bubble is very hard at first, but this man sitting across him, he seems like he’s already inside that bubble since the very beginning. He really is someone closed to him. Kibum looks mesmerizing, even in his grumbling nature. The oversize sweater wrapped his lithe build perfectly.

A phone call arrived to Kibum's phone, he picked it up frantically and excused himself to take it outside.

"What do you think?"

“Eh?” Minho doesn’t even realized he got his eyes entailed Kibum’s silhouette until it disappear by the entrance door.

“You seemed in trance. I know Kibum is beautiful but I didn’t expect you’ll be this amazed with my friend,” Taemin’s sipping his wine, a smirk is very apparent in his devious face.

“I guess it’s safe to say that you’re not a liar.”

Minho reopened his mouth few minutes after he’s assured that Kibum’s not going back any soon. Taemin is not ecstatic, sometimes he wondered if Minho has a decent sense of humor of a friend.

“For your information, I’m not and never been. I’m the most honest person you’ve ever encountered in your life.”

“Everyone in this room knows that’s not true.”

“Whatever. I might know my ways deceiving people, but I never lie to my friend.”

“Did you just admit that you’re lying here and there, Lee Taemin?”

Taemin rolls his eyes, again, probably for the nth times already this evening. Without Jinki around, he can be more relaxed on throwing his tantrum on Minho.

“Choi Minho, people lies at some certain points of their life. Get over it.”

He gulped down the rest of his wine, Taemin then called a waiter near them to bring him another one.

“Kibum seems nice. He sounds smart.”

“Sounds? Did you even listen to yourself? No writer is not smart, Choi. Moreover, someone who’s been writing the past decade!”

“I only know him for one night. Who knows he’s just acting?”

“Dude, not everyone is an asshole like you.”

“An asshole wouldn’t agree to bring his best friend along in front of a psychopath like you.”

Taemin snorted and Minho’s smirk reappeared on his face.

“That is literally what a psycho would do, selling their friend for their own benefits.”

Minho wiped his mouth before washed down the dinner with cold water, “And that’s exactly what Jinki accused me for. You two shared a brain or what?”

“Any sane people would say the same, Honey,” this time Taemin’s smirk that made the other scoffed, “By the way, what’s the deal with Jinki? He looks like he’s been sitting on thorny cushion the whole dinner!”

Minho knows Taemin would ask such question eventually. However, he couldn’t say that Jinki hates the whole dinner date plan, it’s impossible. Besides that, knowing him for years, Jinki really is an angel in disguise, well, at least when he’s in the mood.

“People have different, what should I say, defense mechanism? And that’s how he is. What kind of person who talked nonstop during their first meeting, anyway?”

“Oh, I don’t know, me?”

“That’s why you’re a freak.”

“A freak who introduced you to your potentially next boyfriend.”

“Ha. Point taken,” Minho raised his hand to ask for the dessert, “Jinki is just not the type of person who will talk a lot and open up in a second. But I guarantee you, he’s a good person. Sometimes a little bit care too much for other at certain time so probably being brazen is his forte.”

“That reminds me of someone.”

Taemin and Kibum spent their high school days together. Separated for some years due to works and educations, their relationship’s all well maintained. They understand each other, including Kibum’s nature to always put others before him at any given situation.

“Appearance wise, though, what do you think about Jinki?”

“Choi Minho, I’m not a teenager anymore. Judging people around by its cover is no longer my habit.”

“But a designer like you must love a beautiful package, don’t they?”

“Well, to be honest, his lips and eyes itself could get me floored in one glance.”

“I knew it.”

“You’re a famous photographer for a reason.”

***

Cold wind slapped Kibum’s cheeks lightly when he pushed the door and parched to the corner near the valet post.

“Okay, now you can speak. Sorry, I don’t know why the reception wasn’t good enough inside.”

“Then I’ll be frankly here. There’s a possibility for making the special edition for the short story collection. But then, we’re still short of two stories at the moment.”

“Wait, wait, but we already have nine! I finished writing nine! Why should I add another two?”

“The publisher agreed to the preposition for at least twelve stories. You should be grateful I could pitch one less story!”

Kibum looks like he’s about to punch anyone passed within radius one meter around him, but nothing in reach besides a huge pot of short palm tree and concrete wall. And he needs his hand to finish his books still.

“But, Amber. Page wise, those are more than enough to make two new books. Are they out of their mind?”

There’s a loud groan banging on his ear drum came from the other line, “Dude, I almost flipped the table when I was at the meeting you have no idea. The board has new man and that guy is a pain in the ass.”

“Would it change the circumstance if I talked to them by myself?”

“Since when do they have time to talk to the writer directly? We’re head to head with bunch of snobs here, did you forget?”

“I should had not agree to let them touched my writings. Now we’re about to face dead end.”

It was a dream to work along this publisher. It was Kibum’s dream since he started writing when he took gap year after graduated high school. And as if it’s a fate, it was the only publisher agreed with his graphic novel concept five years he climbed his career professionally.

“Listen, Kibum. When I met you years ago, I promised I’ll work my ass hard to help you publishing your books. Not because I knew you, it’s because you’re good. You’re amazing writer and I’m not giving up easily. And neither you. Not when anybody can tell that you’re a gem.”

“I haven’t written any book since last year, Amber. I’m in a slump. Writer’s block is not even describing my bad luck at the moment.”

“Honey, you haven’t written any because you’re currently waiting two books released. And if I could do my magic, another one in, let’s say, six months.”

“If I could make up some words into another story within two weeks. If you could convince them to give me mercy.”

“Did you just know me yesterday?”

Kibum’s tired giving sane response, “What do you mean?”

“I’m waiting their secretary to call me in ten minutes. We’re going to discuss some new deals and I’ll make sure one of them is going to be your new nine stories book.”

“I actually have no idea if I don’t have you as my editor slash manager slash friend slash personal ranting partner slash whatever you want to be.”

“Rockstar. That would be cool.”

“You’re going to be a kick ass one to be honest.”

“I bet. Anyway, expect another call from me in the next couple hours. I’m sorry, but tonight we might need video call to resolve some issues.”

“I hate you for confiscating my time but you’re the best.”

“As always, ain’t I?”

The phone call ends already, but he still forlornly looking at his phone’s screen. With that, Kibum remembers all the works he needs to catch up for tonight. With that, he can put aside all the unnecessary anxiety and tension of tonight’s stupid match making session.

He took a glance of his watch and could only sighed, he better hurried inside to his dessert. The faster he finished, the sooner he can hit home and face the real deal. His deadlines.

Two steps away from the entrance however, he caught a familiar face sitting by themselves, staring to the busy street in front of the restaurant.

“Jinki?” he carefully calling the man, “Lee Jinki, right?”

The later tilted his head to the right and gave Kibum a simple smile, didn’t realize it dropped Kibum’s heart by the bottom of his gut.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Everyone would agree this winter is even harsher than last year’s. Jinki just lifted his left hand to make sure Kibum saw a cigarette slipped between his fingers, “Can I sit here?”

Jinki chuckles, “Aren’t you cold?”

Listening to the same question he threw a minute ago, he just rolled his eyes and took a place next to the other man.

“I’m waiting a phone call.”

“Important?”

“Kinda.”

Jinki blew some smoke out, “Hmm, I guess so. You sounded pretty upset over there.”

“Did I scream that loud?!”

“In my opinion? No. but a girl flinched and buzzed off rather hastily, so, you tell me.”

When he saw Kibum’s gaping like a fish in frantic expression, Jinki has no choices beside laughed again, surprising Kibum who’s quite convinced with his aloof personalities.

“I didn’t know you have so many jokes in store.”

“You learn something new every day.”

“Your face doesn’t show.”

“What about my face?”

“It’s handsome but with that attitude inside, seems like you’re the type who woke up at the wrong side of the bed every single morning and could kill someone annoys you at any time.”

“Well, to be fair, I did wake up in the wrong side of my bed this morning. But it’s because a certain dog occupied half of my blanket so I couldn’t disturb her.”

“You have a dog?!”

Kibum’s face lit up thousand times as if he just won some lottery. Strangely, it warms Jinki’s heart. No, scratch that, it would warm any heart, Jinki tried to generalize the situation.

“I don’t, unfortunately. She belongs to my friend. I’m taking care of her while he’s travelling abroad. Her father will pick her up this weekend.”

“Ah, too bad. We could have play date with my boys.”

“I’ll make sure to give you a call when I decided to adopt one later.”

“Do you think my invitation hasn’t expired yet by that time?”

“A man can only dream, can’t he?”

Kibum’s laughter is muffled by his own palm covering his mouth.

“Let’s go inside, you must be shivering.”

“But your cigarette?”

Kibum’s half stuttered caught red handed, Jinki already pressed the half-done cigarette on the sand bowl on his left, “I can always have another one at home. Besides, I doubt you would go inside without me dragging you along.”

Kibum thanked the universe that the place is not well lit, so he could hide the blush creeping his cheeks. Unfortunately, Jinki has a very good eye sight.

***

“Is my baby being a good girl when daddy’s away?”

Jinki scoffed when the man just entered his living room just literally threw his suitcase aside and scooped the little dachshund running toward his embrace. He gathered the suitcase and poor leather bag on the floor and placed it neatly near the saffron color couch.

The man later dropped himself next to Jinki who’s lounged himself there, checking his phone halfheartedly.

“Minho texted me the other day.”

“Why did he keep texting you?”

The man with dark grey hair didn’t catch the frown hanging on Jinki’s face and buried his face to the dog’s belly, making him groaned again. He lightly pushed the dog further and toppled his head on the other man’s laps.

The dog owner realized something’s happened when he’s not around. He put the dog on the ground and tapped her butt to send her back to her small bed near the pantry.

“Minho has my number and I have his name in my contact list. He can text me whenever he wants. Still jealous?”

Jinki closed his eyes when he started playing with his hair, “He’s still one of the reasons we broke up.”

“Baby, the only reason we broke up is because neither of us didn’t want to succumb into marriage. Minho was just a handsome face happened on the wrong time.”

“I have no idea why I still befriend him when it’s clear he wanted to shove his face to yours, all the damn time.”

“And I have no idea that you’re this type who holds the grudge for a long time. We were already out of relationship back then.”

“Still, a friend wouldn’t openly chase after their friend’s ex.”

“A friend wouldn’t, but a best friend would.”

“Whatever.”

He almost lost his control and slapped Jinki’s head of him, “Oh, come on. What’s bothering you this time?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. It’s written all over your face the second I saw you behind the door. And I’m pretty sure it’s not because my daughter misbehaved while I’m on my annual pediatric conference.”

Jinki sighed, nothing he could really hide it from the other man. Since they were in their almost five years relationship, since they became best friends around three years prior.

“Minho invited me for a dinner night.”

“Wow, fancy,” actually Minho already texted him about the dinner a bit, how he wanted to introduce Jinki to some acquaintance he has, “He gave up on me so he went for the only option?”

“For the record, your mom agreed that I’m way much sexier than you.”

“Three years ago, before your cheek bones buried under those mount of fluffy fat.”

“Said a man who came to me and straight ahead told me I looked cute after leaving a piece of paper with their number on my table.”

“I will put aside the fact that I love how romantic you’re for still remembering our first meeting but let’s back to the right path here because I don’t like the upset you. It’s fucking annoying.”

“He introduced me to someone, Jonghyun.”

He let out inaudible gasp and thanked the universe Jinki’s still closing his eyes. Otherwise, he would stop at once and avoided any discussion of the main reason which distressed his ex-boyfriend. Knowing the scenario before hands didn’t prevent him with the sheer pain graze him when it came from Jinki’s mouth himself.

“So? Isn’t that great? Do you think it’s about time?”

“I was about to argue that two years are still not enough to get over you but I guess you’re not in the same page with me so I’d say that I’m not interested into some relationship whatsoever at this point.”

Jonghyun wanted to cry listening to such words. His heart clenched, he inhaled – a very long one – before he continued caressing Jinki’s forehead.

“I am flattered, but I know you’re just teasing me.”

“Ha, you know me so well.”

“I’m not gonna fall on the same hole, Lee.”

“You won’t. You’re too smart to repeat the torture on the loop.”

“It wasn’t a torture, Jinki. I love you as much as you do. Or maybe just slightly more.”

“Not a chance. I love you more.”

“Stop it or I will kiss you.”

“I dare you.”

“I told you I’m not gonna fall on the same hole.”

“Smart, very smart,” Jinki opened his eyes only to find Jonghyun sticking his tongue out, “Okay, so at first, I don’t like the idea already. You know I hate any type of match making method. Even the online one. But being there, I realized that my current focus doesn’t involved other party besides me, my business, and—“

“And your grandfather?”

Jinki looks annoyed, “Remind me to add ‘always-cutting-people-sentence’ on the list of reasons why I broke up with you when I’m writing my journal tonight.”

“It’s true. I think he was also the cock blocker during our relationship back then.”

“Dude, we’re talking about my gramps. And to put him on the same category with Minho is beyond weird.”

“We already broke up when Minho made his move, for Pete’s sake!”

“Okay, okay! No need to raise your voice, you’re so scary when you’re angry.”

“Then don’t make me! Now, now, can you please be a normal human being so we can talk like adults for once?”

Jinki pulled himself from the couch to the pantry, snatching a pack of cigarette on the tea table before slipped one on the corner of his mouth.

“Can you not smoking inside?”

He snorted and padded to the direction of his balcony. It’s in the middle of winter but he doesn’t care a bit to the wind ready to slaughter his bones. If tomorrow the cold prevented him to leave the bed, then let it be. For once, he just wants to free his mind from the business.

“You need to remember that I can only treat patient on certain age,” Jonghyun followed few minutes after with a blanket he spread as wide as possible to cover both of them without feeling suffocated for standing too close.

“The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends people be under pediatric care up to the age of 21, though.”

“Did you just quote Wikipedia? And we’re not in fucking States! Above and beyond, shame on your wrinkles!”

“Rude.”

“You’re the rude one to your lungs!”

“Then tell me how to ease my mind without nicotine! Tell me how to forget all those troubled night and just sleep! Do you think it’s easy taking care of worrisome business and messy family without distraction?! Stop talking non sense if you do know how to save my days!”

Any word seems taboo once Jinki exploded. Both man just staring into the dark evening below Jinki’s unit. People paraded as quickly as possible on the street to fight the harsh weather. It’s not that late, but only few cars passed by. The dim light of the street lamp’s soothing the tense atmosphere in a way.

Jonghyun leaned closer to Jinki’s arm and rested his head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with that.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“You know that you can always talk to me right?”

“I’m tired bothering you. You already have a lot in your hands.”

“Besides my patients and Roo, there’s nothing really confiscated my time.”

Having someone like Jonghyun who would stand next to him, scold him then hug him right after, no matter how awful he behaved and treated the other man, Jinki every so often thinking what kind of good deeds he did in his previous life.

Jinki cocked his head, inhaling the trace of scent of Jonghyun’s favorite shampoo. Initially, he was about to kiss the top of his head, like he used to do when the other man leaned on him for whatever reason it was. He remember, though, the earlier period after their broke up – after settling their feelings for few months of course – the shorter man told him not to do that anymore because it was the doctor’s Achilles heel. So instead, he rubs his cheek over the thick hair, silently telling Jonghyun he’s sorry.

Some nights – especially right after that dinner date – he had thought, maybe one of the reason he reprimands Minho’s idea is just because he still has tiny hope that Jonghyun and him might had another chance in the future.

“From time to time, I was thinking that the more day passed, we’re closer to the image of friends with benefit.”

“Friends with benefit? Tsk,” Jonghyun slapped his forearm, “The only benefit I got from you is you’re the only perfect nanny for Roo when I’m away.”

“Those cups of coffee every single time you stopped by my shop?”

“Pfft. How stingy. I’m leaving.”

“Heartless.”

Jonghyun didn’t say anything more and returned inside to gather his things and called Roo. He desperately needs some hot shower. Somewhere inside him, he was expecting Jinki offering him to stay the night knowing how caring the man and the fact Jinki knows he bolted to the other’s apartment right away after landed.

When Jinki handed him the leash, that hope vanished in second.

“What if later I really considered this person? Or any other person collided with me on the future?”

Jonghyun smiled, he looks tired, but very sincere, “Then good.”

“Because I’m not gonna bother you anymore?”

“No. Because you’ll have someone to share the happiness with.”

***

cross-posted in my AFF

#shinee fiction #shinee scenario #LWFAWWE

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erikismybitch · 7 years ago

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This is for the “Ruining Each others life” prompt.

I cant find the original post .

@killmoncoochie @killmongersaidheyauntie

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“You know I don’t be out here like this”

You didn’t want to be there, back in your old neighborhood. Surrounding yourself with the bad shit and habits you chose to forget. Desi, your good friend sat in the drivers seat of the car. The two of you were posted outside of Lincoln's. A shit-hole club, filled with hoodrats and trouble.

“Well, we here now, so you gotta’ come with me” Desi told you, with so much attitude. You had been complaining the entire car ride, and she was over it. The only reason you agreed to go was for Desi’s brother, it was his birthday. But as soon as you pulled up, you felt that nervous tug in your gut. It was telling you to go back home.

“This is not like one of those dumb hood movies. You know the one where the person leaves the hood and comes back to get caught up. Its just us, girl” Desi laughed at you, you never used to be like this.

“I know its y’all, but I have a work presentation in the morning. Its at nine” You wined, trying to force some type of sympathy from Desi.

“Its not even midnight yet, we don’t even have to stay long”

The two of you sat in silence, Desi pulled down her car mirror and checked her make-up. You on the other hand, observed your surroundings.

Niggas everywhere.

You could hear the loud trap music from outside, you could smell the potency of the weed too. A group of girls walked by, they were being viciously cat called by all the men. You smiled because you used to be just like them. Dressed to kill, ass hanging out with a head full of bundles. Fortunately, you were no longer that girl, after college you ran away from this place. You never looked back.

“I heard Erik got out, he gon’ be here too”

Erik. That name gave you a brittle feeling. Erik was the main bad habit that you had to break. If trouble was a place, Erik would be the king. You once felt like Erik ruined your life, but truth be told, he never forced you to do anything.

He didn’t force you to fight other women

He didn’t force you to steal for him

He didn’t force you to get drunk and high

He didn’t force you to love him the way you did.

And you loved him hard.

“He- he’s going to be there?” You stuttered

“Yeah, thats what my brother told me, said he been out. Aint shit changed and he back doing the same shit” Desi replied. She applied more of the pink lipstick that you felt was three shades too light for her. But in true hoodrat fashion, nothing was too much for her.

He still robbing the rich and selling to the richer. You thought to yourself. You knew what he was doing because you used to do it with him. “He used to drive me crazy” You mumbled as you reflected on what you once had with him.

“Drove you crazy? I hated being around y’all. It was like Bobby and Whitney” Desi joked.

“Bobby and Whitney though, don’t be dramatic”

You two finally got out of the car, with Desi leading as you walked in. You were greeted with some familiar faces and some new. They were wondering why a girl like you was in a place like this. You were dressed down. High waisted blue jeans, a cropped sweatshirt and trainers.

“Why she dressed like that, she aint finna’ pull no niggas” You heard a girl say. It took a lot for you to ignore her comment. If this had been the Y/N from two years ago, you would have dragged her across the dirty floor.

After what seemed like eternity, the two of you found Desi’s brother. He was surrounded by people in Lincoln’s low budget V.I.P section. You gave him a hug, all while your eyes searched for any trace of Erik. It was unexplainable, you didn’t want to see him but at the same time you did.

Time went on, and your hope started to fade. You had just let Desi know that you were ready to go.

Something happened.

It was like a magnetic force, it caused you to look over your left shoulder for no reason. Erik was right there next to you. You didn’t say anything to him, but the light in your eyes said it all.

“Aye?” His eyes squinted in confusion, he didn’t expect to see you here at all.

“Hi” you said bashfully, letting out a long breath of satisfaction.

Fuck, I almost forgot how fine he was. You said to yourself. He was still the definition of handsome. Built, brown skinned, dimples and perfect teeth. He had a smile that drove you crazy. He opened his arms to let you know he wanted a hug, you embraced him. Your head found that familiar place on his chest. You took in his smell, he smelled like Tide. Your eyes closed as you rested there for a moment. Erik was in no rush to let you go either.

“I still check up on you sometimes through Desi, I heard you doing good” He said, still holding you.

I’m gonna kill Desi.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay” You said.

“Aye yo, E!” Somebody called out to him, he pulled away from you and walked away. He went over to some guy, they slapped five and proceeded to talk about something. You didn’t like the guy. You wanted to punch him, he had taken Erik away from you and that was reason enough. You timed the conversation, they talked around six minutes before Erik found his way back. He let everybody know he was leaving. He didn’t single you out, like you felt he should have. No goodbye hug, no “can I call you later and catch up”.

Fuck that, I’m me.

He started to leave the club. You lost control of your pride and weakness took over your feet. And, before you know it, those feet were walking through the club and out on to the street . You looked around frantically. You didn’t see Erik, but he spotted you .

“You looking for me?” He called out. His gold bottoms beaming at you . You didn’t speak, you were stuck . You couldn’t believe that you had actually ran after him. This was not how you imagined your night would go.

“You better go back in there with Desi and them” he warned.

“They good “ You assured him that this is where you’d rather be .

“Come on then” he walked off and like a puppy dog, you followed suit. He led you to his car, a BMW. Not bad for a man that just got out of jail.

“Can I drive it, like old times?” You asked shyly. Erik hated driving when you guys were together, he made you drive everywhere.

“This ain’t old times though”

Ouch

“Well, if you’re gonna be that way, I can go back inside “ you told him.

“I never asked you to leave”

Your were taken back at his comment, feeling defeated you turned away and began walking back to Lincoln’s. You hadn’t even made it two steps before he reacted .

“Bring yo’ ass back here and get in the car!” He yelled forcefully, even the bystanders looked at him. You smiled coyly .

Bobby and fucking Whitney .

Satisfied ,you took the drivers seat and pulled off . Erik let you know that you were going to his house. He rested his seat back for comfort and pulled a bag of weed out of his pocket. He pulled out a backwood and started to break the weed down on his pant leg. He looked over at you. “You missed me?”

“Yes” you told him without hesitation “I didn’t even know I missed you until I seen you tonight”

He rolled up, then lit the blunt with his lighter. He took a hit and inhaled. He took another, then handed the blunt to you. You took it and did the same.

“Not gon’ lie, I missed you too” he said.

You turned the volume knob up on the stereo. Futures “56 Nights” was played from the bluetooth of Erik’s phone. Hood niggas love future .

His left hand started to creep up your thigh, he gave it a squeeze . You almost crashed the fucking car. Thank god you were almost there.

You pulled into his apartment complex. He got out first and waited for you to pass by. Just so he could wrap his arms around you from behind. You walked together, he hovered over you and kissed your temple.

You know you’re going to let him fuck tonight, right. You told yourself as you guys approached his door. You still had his keys, he told you which one to use and you unlocked it. His apartment didn’t look the same. It lacked that womanly touch it once had when you spent time there. “Go to the room, I’m about to get a bottle” He told you as he walked towards the kitchen.

“It better not be no damn Hennessy” You warned. Hood niggas love Hennessy.

“Oh, I forgot you think you classy, what do you want, wine?” He joked.

“I would love a nice glass of wine” You said, trying to speak extra proper, just to toy with him.

“Henny it is”

He grabbed the sixteen ounce bottle from the freezer and joined you in his bedroom. “You do the honors” He handed you the bottle to open. You took a quick swig, it was strong. Your eyes squinted as you felt the heat travel down your throat. Erik eyed you closely, smiling at your reaction. “Get some more” He egged on.

You turned to him, bug eyed. “I drank at Lincoln’s, I cant be hungover. I have to be at work at nine” you wined.

“Fuck all that, just take one more sip” Erik held the bottle up to your lips, He knew you were a light weight .“Im just tryna’ get you loose” That hand found your thigh again. So, you took one last taste. This time, It didn’t burn as bad.

It was his turn now, he took a huge gulp. It didn’t bother him at all. Erik wasn’t new to this. You weren’t either, so it bothered him that you didn’t want to drink.

That hand that was on your thigh, soon found the neckline of your sweatshirt. Aggressively, he pulled you closer to him. His lips found yours and you didn’t hold back. the two of your tongues danced, his hands toyed with the brim of your jeans. You moved his hand and played coy, that didn’t sit too well with him.

“Get naked, lay down on your stomach like you used to” He commanded. You sat there stunned for a second. “You heard me right” his voice was louder, more demanding this time.

You did exactly what he told you to do .You laid there, completely bare. Erik observed how your curly kinks fell down your curved back but stopped right at the bubble of your ass. He ran his hands down your spine, his touch made your pussy throb. He wanted to do something for old times, something you loved. He opened his drawer and fetched a small package of cocaine . He brushed your hair over you shoulder to make space. He trailed a perfect line of coke along your spine.

“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you“ He hissed, you bit your lip in anticipation. In one quick motion, he inhaled the line through his nose.

He slapped your ass hard. Really hard. He could see his handprint welting on your ass cheek.

“Fuck!” you screamed, trying to wiggle away from him.

“You know you love that shit!” He slapped it again harder, pulling your legs back towards him. He let his weight fall on top of you. You huffed loudly, trying to regain a little composure. His head rested on your shoulder blade, You could feel his hard dick poking you in your back.

He took the rest of the coke and placed it on his finger, then he brought it up to your nose . You told yourself you would never go down this path again, not with him , not with anybody. But Erik was so enticing and you knew how good the sex felt when you both were high. “Come on babe” He almost sounded sincere, like he was begging.

You leaned down and sniffed. Its just a little bit.

“Take another shot too, don’t act like that” That sincere voice wasn’t there anymore, the demanding Erik was back now. He reached over to the floor and grabbed the Hennessy. He handed you the bottle . You quickly took a swig . Slowly his tongue traced down the middle of your back. He kissed it, right when he reached the top of your ass. He clawed and spread your cheeks apart. Erik attacked your ass hole with his tongue . Hungrily he ate you like it was the sweetest thing on earth .

“Fuck! Erik I fucking hate you!” You screamed, throwing your head back in ecstasy. The way he was licking and slurping made you clench your teeth, you didn’t want to let out that scream he was working for. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, yet.

“You love me” he boasted. He bit her your ass cheek and raised himself up “Get on your knees, arch that fucking back”

You slapped your hand on the mattress, partly pissed that you allowed him to take you here. He didn’t force you though, so you did what you were told. You spread your legs a bit, to give him a back view of your aching pussy. He placed the head of his dick right along your anticipating lips . “Put it in” You demanded. You were feeling the effects of the coke and alcohol, you wanted nothing more but to get fucked.

and boy, could Erik fuck.

“You know I like it when you beg for it “ he teased .You ignored him and tried to inch your way back on to him. He gave your ass another hard slap in warning , you let out a scream “Bitch, I told you to beg” he growled.

“Come on baby” Your hand beat impatiently on the bed, as if you were tapping out already. Without warning, he pushed himself inside of you. None of that slow shit, his blood had been pumping ever since he saw you at Lincoln’s. He had been dying to be inside you again, ever since you left him. All those lonely nights he spent without you, all those other women he’d been with that couldn’t compare to you, he wanted to make you pay. His hands carved in to your hips and forced your body to meet his brutal strokes. “Oh god, Erik.... Fuck!”

The bed squeaked to the rhythm of his pounding, his walls were thin, the neighbors could hear you both for sure. “Take that shit!” He brought his hand down and rested it at the small of your back. Slowly he crept his thumb to your ass hole, entering it slowly. It surprised you, it made you more excited. More wet.

“You like that shit huh, you like when I play with that ass” he said proudly.

“Yes baby!” You yelled, in a pitch so high that he could barely understand you. He slowed his pace, enjoying the euphoric sound of his dick going in and out of your creamy folds. His free hand trailed up to your hair and pushed it all to one side.

“Let me see that pretty face” Erik said lowly, his voice was so deep and raspy. You bit your lip at the sound of it. He let out a moan when you turned around. Your eyes connected with his. Still stroking you slowly. You started to come back down, and you thought about the consequences. You weren't on birth control, but as you stared at his handsome face, a baby didn’t seem that bad.

“Turn over” Erik whispered. You laid on your back. His strong hands ran up your legs and gripped your ankles. Slowly he spread them into a split. “Look at it” He said. You looked down. He quickly pushed himself inside of you and then pulled out. “You see how wet my dick is?” He asked, you hissed in response. He did it again. “You gon be back over here to see me again” He pinned your legs back and gave you hard steady strokes.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck , baby!” You could hardly breathe, he was showing you no mercy as he tried to pound a hole into the bed.

He watched you , eyes glossy unable to catch your breath. He knew you were on the verge of cuming. He looked away because your face alone was reason enough for him to bust. He shut his eyes, clinching his jaw as his nails pierced into your thighs . “Let that shit out Y/N!”

You were trying to hold on, but you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m about to c- ohhhh, I’m about to cum!” your hands carved into his broad back as you released a gut wrenching orgasm.

He was still fucking you, trying to milk himself. You pushed back. “I’m not on the pill, you gotta pull out” you panicked frantically.

“Hell naw”

Fuck it.

His face dropped down to your neck, you could feel his warmth releasing inside of you. He bit on to your neck and stayed there. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his forehead. The two of you laid in silence, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the ticking of his wall clock. You glanced at .It was nearing 3am. You knew if you left now, you could still give a decent presentation in the morning. But even if you could, now that you’re with Erik, you didn’t even try.

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aacomicscorner · 6 years ago

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Clark Kent and Ben Grimm as the Jumping off Point of their Respective Universes

So I’ve been thinking a lot about where the morality of Superhero comics have gone in the past 80 years since Action Comics 1, and I think something that’s very interesting about that is how you can see both the DC and Marvel universes having a similar progression, with Marvel simply going through the early stages much faster, and DC somewhat following behind somewhat dragging its feet, somewhat jumping in out of nowhere. But both of them start off with a similar concept: A guy who will always do the right thing.

Now ultimately, Clark Kent didn’t really start out perfect, I know that. But the interpretation of him that we all know now is the version of Superman that does things the right way every time. He doesn’t like that he can’t punch Lex Luthor out, but that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. (You can’t ignore that part of his image comes from being made more like Captain Marvel to compete with him, especially since he was eventually written by Otto Binder.) He’s one of the few Heroes who survived the Comics Code, and those were actually some of the stories where the Big Blue Boyscout is more of a dick. However, for a very long time, the most popular hero in the world is a guy who likes helping people with a smile on his face, and while he has complicated feelings about his place in the world and what his powers mean from a surprisingly early point, there is no truly Morally gray or Black action that defines our boy when he’s in character.

I feel like before I get into the Ben Grimm introduction there are a few things I should say for clarity. 1. I was named after Ben Grimm, so I have a lot of affection for him and that’ll color this little essay more than I want it to I’m sure. 2. Some people might feel that Captain America is a good fit for this idea, but I disagree. Captain America was created by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby for Timely Comics, and he didn’t save his company or change the way that comics were being written in the way the Fantastic Four did. 3. Marvel Comics was different from DC from the moment the Fantastic Four were first published, and that starts off the development I’m getting at.

The Fantastic Four are at their core an ensemble. They are three interesting, dynamic characters and Johnny Storm, who are a family before they’re a team. The Justice League had worked together for years, but they were still a bunch of Golden Age or Silver Age dudes (and one gal at any given time, maybe two here or there) who all acted like slightly different versions of either Superman or Batman. The Fantastic Four start off with four characters very distinct from each other, and one of them distinct from the rest of comics.

While Sue Storm became a great character, unfortunately she got the poor treatment most women got in early comics as a woman who’s trait that made her most different was that she was simply not a man. That changes, and not long after she’s introduced there are some small moments where she feels like her own character, but its not for a long time that a writer makes her someone other than a mother figure or Reed’s girlfriend/wife. Reed is interesting early on, and he develops much quicker, but at the start he reads somewhat like the other genius superheros available at DC.

Ben Grimm was something completely new. For the first time outside of a horror story, a superpower was a curse. The nicest guy in the entire world, the guy who would do the right thing and always help the people he cares about, gets turned into an ugly rock monster. What’s more, in comics to that point the thing (no pun intended) that didn’t look human, was super strong, and spoke like a bad mobster impression? Always the bad guy. Ben Grimm “Talks like dis,” but is a sweetheart who wants people to be safe. How unfair is it that a selfish kid like Johnny gets to have a power that lets him protect himself, shoot fire balls, and fly in a way similar to his company’s grandpa’s company early star? That’s the point.

Superman can do anything, and he chooses to do the right thing. The world has cursed the Thing, people are afraid of him, and he chooses to do the right thing. Both stories and both characters have a lot of nuance added on by writers joining the narrative over the years but are ultimately that simple. When Superman has the chance to kill Darkseid? He won’t. When Ben has to choose between being human again or helping save the day? That handsome Yancy street mug will have to wait. And just like Superman before him, everyone loves Ben Grimm.

Ben is a favorite of readers and writers at Marvel for years. He’s similar to Superman in the end result sure, but while Clark is your friendly smiling guy, Ben Grimm’s grumbling all the way. Yeah, he’ll save the world, but then something gets worse. What a revoltin’ development. Its new, its something that hadn’t been seen and people could relate to the guy who it felt like never got a break. So from there, the Fantastic Four are THE BOOK before another one comes along. When Thor, Hulk, Iron Man, or the Avengers as a whole show up? Sorry kids, the Fantastic Four you aint. They’ll handle Galactus, you can handle Count Nefaria. What drops the FF and Ben with readers, is a character pretty similar to him in concept but boldly original in the same way as Ben was when he showed up. Spider-Man.

Ben Grimm is my second favorite Superhero, Spidey’s my first. This isn’t the place to get into it, but just like Ben he has every bad thing that can happen to him happen, and after letting a crook run past him in his origin story, he tries to do what’s right no matter how hard it makes his life from that point on. What sets us on our path with him is when Gwen Stacey dies. Comics can be serious now, superhero comics can be emotional. Most importantly, comics can get dark.

Gwen Stacy died in 1973 and it sparked a lot of darker storylines in comics trying to follow the leader in some cases, and in others stories that were now free from scrutiny. It’s no real coincidence that Wolverine debuted in 1974. He joined the X-Men in 1975, and hated authority, loved drinking and smoking, and was a violent animal compared to Marvel’s tame roster. I love Wolverine, in fact as a disclaimer, I love every character mentioned so far in this essay. What Wolverine did however, I don’t love so much.

The careful planning and work that went into Wolverine did not go into the characters that tried to ape his style. Chris Claremont and John Bryne, and later Frank Miller all handled him with care. Your Punishers and your Ghost Riders and your Deadpools don’t have that when they’re introduced. (Punisher was introduced before Wolvie but only as a Spider-Man villain.) There’s suddenly way more guns in comics, or rather way more guns being used by “good guys”. The Anti-Hero is the new Hero. Things get so bad across the X-Men and really almost everywhere else that characters like Lobo pop up, or you have Gail Simone reinventing Deadpool so that someone can make fun of theses characters. Lobo is a parody of the badass tough guy vigilante so over the top it stops being a parody than becomes one again. Deadpool’s a character reinvented to make fun of himself.

However, all this aside, the other big shift is the graphic novel. Graphic novels were taken as a great opportunity for comics to be taken seriously by the people writing them. Most of the ones in the eighties are like that, very serious, very dark, and luckily very good. Watchmen is spectacular, The Dark Knight Returns is a very good Batman story despite being a bad Superman story, and God Loves Man Kills is a half optimistic half heart breaking story for the X-Men. Readers and critics agree dark is good for comics.

The Superman of the 40s doesn’t look normal standing next to Azreal or Jason Todd as Red Hood. Ben Grimm seems like an oddity next to Cable and Shatterstar. The good guys are seen as boring by a lot of people, and while we’re lucky that Superman hasn’t fallen to the side, it seemed like Ben Grimm was in danger of just that until a few months ago. Luckily, a lot of newer characters like Moon Girl and Ms Marvel are much brighter, and the DC Rebirth reboot has given us a lot more smiles on the page for Supes, Wonder Woman, Batman, and pretty much every hero really. The right thing might be the right story people want to read again, and that means that for comics’ big two, their moral centers might just get the credit they deserve again. And that’s a hell of a thing.

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uniqueanjol · 6 years ago

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Signs of Wolves: The Invite

Perspective- Scott

The 18th of October, the day of miracles. I heard word in the street that on this day people get a message then go missing a few days later. I never knew what the hype was about, something about some random ass man, inviting me to his house and going off grid doesn’t sound like something I personally, would I want to be a part of. To each their own I guess. See, on this day I was just minding my own business, doing me the way I always do. I was in my main spot the coochi-coola, down towns local strip bar.

It had just hit about 8 at night and that’s my typical down time. I Threw on my leather jacket and met the goons at the spot. We walk past the bouncer and made our way to our booth. We sit in the back, V.I.P, reclusive. Including myself there was about eight of us, of the main crew, two clients, our watchman and my main girl Alexis. Things were going well, we passed around a couple blunts and discussed business. When business was done I did my signature and got the table a bottle of patron. Normal, things were NORMAL. Then it happened. I went to do a Victorian titty bump off Alexis, but then the bouncer peeked his head threw the curtain. Personally I was mad because he knows we do our business. But, he gestured toward Alexis telling her to come through the curtains. I didn’t like the vibes I was getting off of this situation. About, five minutes go by and I decide to unlock my nine just in case something was wrong.

Threw the red velvet curtain I can see a figure, Alexis? I think to myself. Then a hand slipped threw the slit in the drape and slid them open. A female with long red hair appeared and smiled at me. Her fake lashes made her bright green eyes pop. She was dressed in a gold chained bikini and white fur coat. She stepped forward, “you’re not my girl… you mind telling me what happened to her?” I say just stern enough to intimidate. She just laughed then got up real close and kissed my cheek, I could feel the fur brush against my skin. She then swung one leg over my lap and straddled me. After that she pulled herself in real close, I stayed still. She then took both hands on each side of my head and grabbed my hair, putting her face kissing distance from mine; again I stayed still. “Where’s Alexis” I say one more time. Her devilish smile turned into a pouting face, then she reached her hand into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a gold envelop that read chosen. “Chosen! What the hell is this?” she smiles and hopes off my lap and proceeds to walk away.

I realize everyone in the booth is staring at me. “The fuck you want?” I snap. I open the envelope and letter popped out. I Read to myself.

This is an initiation the annual party hosted by Mr. B. This is a once in a life time opportunity and all who have received this invitation where chosen for a reason. This, is a special year. You cannot reject this invitation and will be given a specific set of instruction and rules. Anyone who rejects, or choses to disobey rules will be executed.

-Do not tell

-No electronics

- All social media must be deactivated the 23rd at 12am. No explanation posts.

On the 24th at 1:30pm a black car will pull into your driveway. You are to already be outside. You will pack for approximately three days be sure to bring casual and formal clothing. For the first night dress your best. You are not to call out to work, they are already aware of your absence. Do not call to double check. You will not tell friends or family of your absence. Silence is the key. Also your name is irrelevant here, take that however you wish.

p.s. It’s a party, so have fun.

I stand out my seat, “nah, this can’t be happening!” I yell arguably to no one. The crew stands up and asks what it is. I shake my head over and over then their hands start to reach for the letter. “Oh Hell nah, this is life or death man you ain’t touching this.” I yell. I can tell my boys are getting mad but at this point I don’t really care I just need some air. But when I go to leave the client stand up to me. Now, I’m a big dude people don’t mess with me for a reason. Try if they will, they aint gunna win. “You really trying to square up?” I look down at his scrawny ass. He squints and replies, “were doing work together, shouldn’t I know if your hiding something?” I shrug my shoulders, “have it your way” and just like that a single punch laid him out. I turn to the rest of the room, ‘anyone else?” The room stayed silent and I walk out the room. I looked around the club until I saw Alexis at the bar and knew she was alright then left. I walk down the street and think. I never wanted to be a part of this shit, this is my life and its fine the way it is. At the same time, I want to live and no one’s going to stop me from doing that, so if o have to play apart in a stupid game, I will.

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chahchani · 7 years ago

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WannaOne When You Tell Them They Weren’t Your First Love.

Minhyun: Mannn he would give you a sweet look and just laugh about it, chuckling as he ruffle your hair softly. “I don’t mind babygirl, as long as I’m your lover now, I’m satisfied.

But Deep down inside yo boy’s really gonna take it to heart about how you used to fancy Guanlin back in the day and you still might like him again later. Ends up looking depressed for days in his mind thinking “What if she likes him again. That kid is way younger than me and he’s got lots of potential plus he’s youthful and I’m old and aging..”

Jisung: Oh? You used to Like Jinyoung??? Hahahahah of course you did baby, it’s totally fine sweet cheeks, my sugar bun now loves mes and that’s all that matters, I’m totally cool with it, that kid is like my little brother!

But the petty ajjuma would eye Jinyoung for about a week, wondering to himself ‘since when did she start having a taste for younger kids’.Jinyoung knowing all of this would just smirk back, having the time of his life knowing he can tease Jisung about it. Most likely tell him to stay away from his girl but Jinyoung probably won’t take it seriously

Daniel: Alittle stunned and shooked. “I mean...cool.” Would laugh softly and shrug afterwards, looking seemingly cool about it but his expression wouldn’t be that great. In his mind he be like Holdup..did she just say she used to like Jisung..whaaat

Would carry on as if nothing has ever happened, messing around with Jisung like usually and being cute, doing things like punching him softly and Jisung would just play along thinking it’s cute but actually Daniels really like “How could she-and how dare you attract her-this cant be happening. Out of all people she like grandpa jisung im not her first bias oh my go-

Guanlin: “what...you used to like Jihoon? But that’s my ultimate shipping from the fans...”

Yanno this boy ain’t gonna sleep correctly after today, worrying one day you might like Jihoon again. He was always a Jihoon fanboy so he knows exactly all the good points Jihoon has and how he is very charming and can get any girl he want, so the kid’s basically counting down days to when you’ll leave him even though everyone is telling him he’s just being paranoid including Jihoon himself.

“She said I’m the only man she sees in this world. What is the truth.”

Jinyoung: This boy cannot believe it but damn right you know he’s gonna fake it till he makes it. “HAHA YOU LIKE DAEHWI? IM FINE BABE, IM GUCCI, ITS ALL GOOD, WHAT A JOKE THAT U USED TO LIKE HIM HAHA

But would sit down eventually with Daehwi and have a deep conversation on how he feels about you liking him and if Daehwi knew. “Did you have any idea she liked you back then?” “Yes I knew..” “It’s all in the past now but there are no feelings towards each otherstill right, at least not coming from you?” “Nope not at all....can I go now?” “Promise to never like her again?” “Yo chill Jinyoung, I never did... “..............” “I promise.”

Seongwoo: Inside he be like this:

Outside he would just make a joke about it and tease the shit out of you. “HEY EVERYONE DID YOU KNOW MY BABY USED TO HAVE AN ITTY BITTY WITTLE CRUSH ON JIHOON HOW ADORABLE BUT THEN U DECIDED U WANTED A MANLY MAN NOW RIGHT? TOO BAD IM EVEN MORE IMMATURE THAN MY AGE~(self diss because he’s that petty? idk..)

Jihoon: Would be a little taken aback but would just laugh it off to himself. “HA, you used to like Woojin..I see..Isee.” In his mind, not really processing what the heck you just told him until it hits him and the only thing he can do it laugh about it, telling you he doesn’t care that much

But One thing Woojin says ever Jihoon will be like -

Would probably never confront Woojin about it but anytime he gets a chance to play fight, yanno the boy’s inner thoughts would be like “Hmph How are you seduce my lady I oughta slap you forreal.”

Daehwi: Aint having yo shit “So you’re telling me you used to really like Jinyoung, but now you like me even though most girls would kill to be with him? Interesting.”

Would end up resenting the hell out of his best friend, but not saying word about it because he still wants to stay friends with him. Would often zone out looking at Jinyoung, thinking about how he is ever gonna 1 up this guy almost forgetting that he’s the man you love and that the past doesn’t matter. *thinks* fuck, Jinyoungs totally hotter than me.

Sungwoon: You what now? You used to like Daniel? Ahhhhhh Wouldn’t know how to react because he knows thats just someone you used to like and would try to just laugh about it

But would bully the hell out of Daniel for a month straight till he gets over it.

“Daniel would you mind sitting up straight, noones likes slouchers, oh also fix your collar its a bit crooked noone likes a crooked collar and would you mind breathing the other way, your breathing too much into my private space.”

Woojin: “OH my god, you used to have a thing for Jaehwan? I can’t believe it” He says with not much emotion, obviously being sarcastic where you can easily detect that he doesn’t really mind nor care.

But will never look at him the same.

“Woojin lets pla- “F out my way boi”

Jaehwan: Babe, it’s even an honor for me to have someone like you fall in love with me, it’s totally cool and I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you I am the best for you.

And yup. Hes totally cool about it LOL.

#wannone #wannaone reaction #wannaone reactions #wannaone react #wannaone reacts #wannaone scenarios #wannaone scenario #jisung #woojin #minhyun #guanlin #daehwi #jinyoung #jihoon #daniel #seongwoo #sungwoon

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imagine-some-fluffy-asks · 7 years ago

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Anon

Yes you may, hope you enjoy the matches!  Your matches are… Keiji Akaashi and Hikaru Hitachiin!

Authors notes: 🏐 = Keiji, 🌹 = Hikaru

🌹He loves them curves alright. Like, since he is a very touchy person, his hands kind of just gravitate towards your hips cause like… you’re so soft and he is thinking to himself like, oh my gosh what a soft cute lady I love her. Expect kisses to be placed where your hips are at cause thats his favorite place to kiss you on your body, he just loves the soft touch to his lips and he can not get enough of that.

🏐He is very impressed how you are the class monitor. But, he doesn’t get how you tend to be so lazy but yet still get perfect scores on test. Like… you are the strangest class monitor he has ever met. Don’t think of it as a bad thing or anything! Its strange cause like… he so much wishes he can be like that. Like he can skip practice for like a day or two and be totally ok. But no, if he skips a day, he would actually feel guilty about it, so he never skips practice (unless he has a very bad fever or an injury). In the meanwhile, he will scold you for not at least looking over the material for the next days test. You tell him not to worry about it cause you know you will be fine. But now he is just thinking to himself that, he doesn’t think a class monitor should act like this. But, who is he to judge? So, he mostly just leaves you alone and lets you do whatever you want, but he low-key cares a lot and just wants to help.

🌹He is actually very interested in the mystical and paranormal stuff (but he low-key likes it, cause he is afraid if he tells anyone about it they will deem him weird, so only you and his brother know about his fascination with the abnormal). So when you two found out you both like the mystical and abnormal phenomenas, many of your dates mostly consist of (well if its raining or snowing) cuddling each other under blankets, surrounded by various snacks, and watching videos about angels/devils and “the paranormal caught on camera” videos. But when you look up to see him, he is so mesmerized by the video. His eyes are practically glued to the screen, his mouth is open a little bit, plus he is drooling a bit. You giggle at him and wipe some of the drool off the corner of his mouth. He actually gets spooked and playfully punches your arm. He then wraps his arms around your shoulders and makes a pouty face, saying don’t scare him like that when he is watching something like that!!

🏐He can be kind of cold and harsh towards his teammates sometimes if they make him irritated and frustrated, its a natural human thing to do. And honestly, if you act cold towards him, he honestly wouldn’t mind. Cause he figures that you are going through a rough day and will not say anything to make it worse for you. Instead, he keeps his distance but will come to you if you need anything. But besides that, he loves how reliable you are, which means he can always count on you if he ever needs help with anything. And even if he doesn’t get some of your sense of humor or the jokes you make, he honestly just loves seeing you smile and close your eyes while you laugh at your own jokes you made, cause that makes his heart flutter a lot, and he can’t help but chuckle too.

🏐He absolutely admires your logic when it comes to respecting people, cause he is the exact same way. He likes that you are always calm and always have reasons as to why you are arguing with that person. To him you are honestly a blessing, cause some of his teammates would start arguing for no reason and he would get ticked off. But when he sees you arguing with a person and hears you calmly explain to them your reasons he can’t help but blush a little bit.

🌹He would never really thought you could be timid. You seem so confident and bright, he never would have thought about you being timid! But to be truthfully honest, he finds your timid side pretty cute, and will tease you about it by calling you out on it and giving you nicknames that is based around being timid and such. But what he didn’t expect that you would do anything to get revenge for your friends and family. Like, whoah that is super duper cool of you, he also dubs you as a badass because of that. And, because of his childish possession part of him, he will also do anything to take revenge for you, whether it be because someone told you something mean or even a family member scolded you, he will do anything to protect you and make sure that you are feeling happy.

🌹Oh man does this boy love hearing rants too. He especially loves hearing rants that are about gossip, cause he wants in on that. So if he is having a break in-between his host work, he will go into the empty room with you next to the host room, share an earbud with you, turn on youtube, and watch those rant vlogs from his phone. The host club could hear you guys laughing hysterically or raging with anger and they honestly find it pretty hilarious how you two can get so worked up over someone else’s problems.

🏐He actually low-key really likes them mystery/horror genre. Like, he thinks those two genres really fit well together and honestly appreciates the writing in those kinds of movies. So, when Halloween comes around, you two on that day would jus cuddle each other up and binge watch a whole bunch of mystery/horror movies. Even though he doesn’t get scared easily, but when you do get scared, he will hold you tight and pet your hair as telling you that its alright.

🏐He loves the winter (and not just because his birthday is in the winter)! He loves the cooler weather and thinks everything is so much prettier when snow is gently descending from the sky. Plus, since you love wearing big sized clothing, he offers up his clothes so you can wear them. And when you are walking around his home, in his white t-shirt and black shorts, he has to take a minute to look away to regain his composure cause he is blushing up a storm on his cheeks. But, when outside, you look so adorable in them oversized coats that fall to your knees and scarves that basically cover all of your face. Before going out into the snowy weather, he always adjusts your coat and scarf and hat to make sure they one, the coat doest drag behind you and you trip on it and two, so the hat doest cover your eyes and you loose your sight for a second or so.

🌹This kids playlists… its all over the darn place. Like, you would question to yourself how in the world did he find this kind of music? But then again you say you have horrible taste in music so its ok. So as pranks, you two would blast horrible music from playlists you two created together when the host club is in session and some certain hosts would get extremely pissed and chase you two down. But, if you two are just chilling, you guys would play the music in the background and try to dance to it together, with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck, swinging each other from one place to another to the rhythm of the beat. Even if it may be hard to dance to the music since its, well, horrible, its ok, cause you two are having fun, and thats all that matters.

🌹He loves how you smell of milk and strawberries. He wants to know your secret why you smell so sweet and lovely. Is it the shampoo you using? Thats probably it. So then he steals it. Like literally, one day he would be at your house chilling with you, and he had to use the bathroom before he left. So after using the bathroom he put the shampoo underneath his shirt and walked out with it. The next day you noticed all the girls petting and smelling his hair, how it smelled like milk and strawberries. So he was the culprit all along. Oh jeez, he could have just asked you to borrow it instead of stealing it.

🏐He likes how you do not always follow the latest trends. Cause sometimes, the latest trends can look pretty foolish and stupid to him, and he is very glad that you do not easily get into them quickly. Cause some certain teammates would talk about these new trends and he would think to himself on how weird and foolish they are. He is so glad that you are not like that.

🌹He honestly loves your style?? Like, he loves the balance between masculinity and femininity when it comes to clothes, and you fit right into that. He likes how you would wear a basic t-shirt, pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers. Like, thats it. No makeup, no jewelry, nothing extra. Just, simple. He honestly wishes he can dress up like that to go to school instead of wearing his uniform all the time. But, when you two go out, you two don’t dress extravagantly or anything, just simple t-shirts and jeans or sweatpants and converse or vans.

🏐He also loves to read when he isn’t practicing or doing schoolwork. And while reading, he would occasionally doodle whatever he is reading and draw it to life on paper. You find this very cute, so as dates, you two as a activity would: one would read, and the other would draw the scenes out. Then after reading a couple chapters you two would color the drawings one of you made and hang them on the wall to see your guys hard work. A simple and fun activity you two enjoy immensely.

🌹You like rings and wristbands? Good, cause thats what he is gonna buy you pretty much everyday. Well, for wristbands, if he’s one that reminds you of him, he will immediately buy it with no hesitation. As for rings, he only buys you one ring. And what is this one ring? Well, its a promise ring. So on this ring, it is gold, with tiny little orange and blue crystals dotting all over the ring. And on the top is a little chocolate-diamond. In the inside of the ring it is laser-written which says “to my beloved rose, I shall love you to the moon and back forever ~Hikaru Hitachiin”

🏐He claims he aint a nerd, but, he actually is. He a mystery/horror nerd ok he geeks out over detective novels and can’t wait to see the next psychological horror movie so he a nerd even though he denies it. As for anxiety, he doesn’t really get it much often, but when he notices you going through anxiety, he knows that it sometimes it helps people to trace over objects. So he would stick his hand out to you with his other hand on your back bringing you closer. You would then trace his palm while he traced circles on your back to help calm you down.

#haikyuu!!#ouran high school host club #akaashi keiji #hikaru hitachiin #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu matchup #ouran imagines #anonymous

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hellish-summoner · 6 years ago

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She Who is Bound to Silence

Heca isn’t too sure about how to feel about this Corrin she summoned.

On one hand, she looks like Crescent, the Corrin she had already befriended, just with a different outfit fit for a songstress.

On the other hand, she hasn’t heard a single word from the dragon, and she has such a sad look in her eyes.

Instead of trying to dig for information, Heca decides to give the golden dragon some space, makes sure she has a comfortable room to retreat to. Even then, no one can get the Corrin to say a word, and when they get her to write instead, she writes few words, sticking to basic things, like asking for tactics or for directions to places.

After a couple of weeks of this, Heca finds a lone mask sitting outside in the gardens many heroes relax in, close to a pond, likely accidentally forgotten earlier in the day when she called all of her heroes for a meeting to discuss how to defeat the King of Muspell. The Manakete looked over the mask, noting that it was of a fox, and was painted a deep blue with gold and white details.

“This.....is likely missed; but whose mask is this? No one here wears a fox mask...” Heca mumbled, gently putting the mask into one of her cloak pockets before continuing on with what she was actually doing; someone would come looking for it eventually and likely ask her about it, right...?

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The Golden Dragon had gone to the meeting and then left to go back to her own room without noticing, but very quickly afterwards, she realized that she was missing a special mask she normally kept in her room. She mentally scolded herself for even taking it out, now that she lost it; even though she took it out with her to the gardens simply because she wanted to take a walk down memory lane....

She made an annoyed sound once she actually checked the garden, not finding any sign of the missing mask, and just heading back to her room. She promised Akagi that if she gave her that mask, that she wouldn’t lose it.... Well, at least the kitsune can’t find out while the dragon is still here.

Speaking of Akagi....The dragon quickly made sure her door was locked before digging in her drawers for a unfamiliar device to all but her and the summoner; a phone. She could generally get lucky enough to be able to send a couple of messages to her world. She needed to.

She was a commander after all.

She sat down on her bed and began to check to see what messages those under her gave her during the day. They all knew she left a couple of people in charge, but she was still messaged plenty during the day. She smiled at the messages though, despite the fact it meant she had to think over this sort of thing without physically seeing it; partly she liked being relied on. Partly she liked the fact she got a lot of them to call her something over than ‘Commander’.

‘Vallite, we are running low on skill books; should we order more?’ A yes for sure; with a side note to make sure they also make sure the equipment and food stocks are at good levels.

‘Should we scout out multiple areas?’ Of course; she makes a note for them to check where they recovered Akagi at least once in case anything new can be recovered.

‘Should we continue with the retrofits for Laffey and Ayanami?’ Oh, she must ask how long until those are complete; those two are some of the best ships she has recovered, so she does want to make sure she can help them become strong.

‘Vallite’, as her allies and friends back home called her, just continued to smile at all the messages; besides the questions given, the chat server they used to communicate also had a channel just to post supportive messages for each other; a fair number were encouragement for Vallite since she was stuck in an unfamiliar place, but a lot were also for the different groups, or ‘fleets’, going out.

She would of stopped from reading to continue her search for that missing mask if she didn’t notice she had a direct message from what was basically her current flagship, Amagi. So instead, she decided to see what she wanted first before leaving her phone alone again.

‘Crescent, are you alright? The others told me that you haven’t been talking much.’ Ah, she was just making sure the dragon was alright; it made Vallite happy to know someone wanted to make sure she was alright.

‘I’m fine, Amagi. I’m getting more quiet as I feel like you guys are settling into a routine while I’m still gone. And I have been busy. But I’ll be fine. Feel free to message me if you want, my dear friend.’

She waited for the kitsune to respond for a moment, before setting her phone aside to continue her search, missing the message that was in reply to her.

‘Do make sure to rest, Crescent; don’t want to end up dying before you can see my sister again. And don’t worry, we have gotten a good routine set up for until your return. Hopefully you don’t end up making anyone wait for you, given that you have us check for where Kaga might be recovered sometimes.’

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Heca had retired to her room, writing down some possible new spells onto pieces of paper for later testing, with the lost fox mask sitting on her desk alongside all her papers The Hellish Summoner’s focus only broke when she heard a knock on her door, followed by silence for a few moments, and then another knock.

“The door’s unlocked! Come in!”

The summoner didn’t even look up for her papers as she heard her door open and close, nor as she heard footsteps. Only when she saw a gloved hand reach out and take the mask she had sitting on her desk did she turn to look at the Hero who entered. The Corrin herself was looking over the mask, before looking....relieved.

“Is that yours?”

The Corrin nodded, turning to leave now that she found what she was looking for, before feeling the Summoner grab her arm.

“Hey, stay for a bit; I’m curious about you. And don’t worry; I got paper.”

The dragon stood there for a moment, before nodding and taking a seat on Heca’s bed, accepting the paper and pen the Summoner handed her.

“Now.....What’s your name?”

‘Crescent Shimizu. But many call me Vallite, which I would prefer.’

“Alright.....Nice to finally know a name for you, Vallite. Now....Why are you so quiet?”

‘I can’t speak without hurting my throat. It’s always been like that; I envy Lady Crescent and her ability to speak, but I’m used to finding other ways to get my point across.’

“Oh.....That explains a lot. Hopefully your fellow Heroes don’t mind it much; you might get along with a friend of mine, he likes being quiet, so maybe you can find a way to do a silent conversation with him. Now....What’s with the mask?” Heca gestured to the fox mask Vallite had in her lap. “I have never seen you wear anything like that.”

The dragon stared at the paper for a while before starting to write finally. ‘It’s a memento of someone I loved. I never got a chance to tell her such while I still could, but one of her sisters told me to never lose this mask so I always have a way to remember her. Her sister said that she thinks she loved me back, but I sadly could never ask the woman herself.’

“Oh, a lost love......I hope you find her again; maybe I’ll summon her, and then you can give her a big ol’ smooch.”

‘No?? Kaga would likely punch me if I just suddenly kissed her! Though, giving her a kiss isn’t bad sounding...’

“I was kidding, don’t worry, but you really should consider admitting your feelings if you see her again.”

‘Not sure on that; Kaga was always wanting to be strong, and felt that if you wanted something, you better make sure you are strong enough to earn it. Not sure how strong she would see someone who can’t speak at all.’

“....Girl. You are as physically strong as Crescent. And seem to be a full dragon; I think you are plenty strong enough to sweep that woman you love off her feet. And you can turn into a dragon; if your human form ain’t strong enough to impress, turn into a dragon and show off your power.”

Vallite let out a weak laugh before writing her response. ‘I don’t think that is how kitsunes court each other, but ok then.’

“Oh hell yeah, that is how you impress a beast; you show that you are strong, that you would be a good mate and would make good offspring. Appeal to her primal side as well as her gentler side.”

‘Yeah, I think I will stick to my own way, but thank you, Heca.’

“Oh, calling me just Heca?”

‘I hate being called ‘Commander’ back where I’m from, I assumed you hated being called Summoner. Please, do not think I’m disrespecting you.’

Heca just gets a big grin on her face and laughs. “Oh, I love it! A mutual respect between leaders! Wait, if you are a commander......Say, can you provide me any tips?”

‘I don’t want to keep you distracted for long; or use up too much of your paper or ink.’

“It’s fine! Besides, I can keep them as notes after.”

‘If you say so. Well....My first tip is to make sure you get to know all who are under you at least a bit, and make sure they know that you are there as both a commander and friend; at least, that’s how I handle my fleets. My allies might be seen as weapons by some, but first and foremost, before they are my allies in battle, they are people just like myself.’

“Oh, making sure you know how your allies are as people!”

The two spend a good part of the night talking about how to lead effectively....

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A few days later....

Heca was making a quick summon just at random, wanting to see if she got lucky. “Ok, how about......this one; hopefully I get one of those beasts finally.....”

The Summoner loaded the orb into the summongun, before firing towards the stone altar to start the ritual, noticing the stone pulse before glowing. “That’s a good sign that I might of-”

The Summoner was quickly knocked over by someone just punching her at full force, before looking at the summoned Hero.

She noticed the more modern outfit, and the glare the woman bore, likely out of aggression. This might be rough......

But also she noticed.....Two white fox ears......nine white fox tails behind the woman.

A fox mask; different from the one Vallite had, but still a fox mask.

This was a kitsune, or specifically a Nine-Tails. Maybe also the one Vallite loved.

............But first, Heca would have to get this fox to obey long enough to listen to an explanation.

The fact the kitsune punched her again at full force when she tried to approach told the Summoner that this would be a long process.

#summoner Heca #Vallite #those are the only characters that interact in this that are confirmed #but the third one isn't hard to figure out #also rip Heca's pride; it was lost to a punch happy kitsune #I should make a writing tag.....

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gjgriff736 · 7 years ago

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In the season premiere of Game of Thrones, Arya Stark became the MVP of Westeros, Lyanna Mormont put the men in their place and Dany came home.

Okay, I’ve had time to watch GOT a second time and my goodness!! So much has happened and it’s only the first episode! Let’s get to it, people.

HBO has really upped the “Previously On” portion of the show. Normally, we get a hodgepodge of what happened the previous season. No, not this time. Instead, it was a strategically placed mini movie of what transpired last season and it was still just as shocking. But it also reminded is that this season and the next (and sadly, the last) are all important in this great game of thrones. House Lannister is fighting for its very existence, House Stark is slowly coming together and House Targaryen is coming to take everything from everyone.

At the start of the show, we are at the Twins, where a very much alive Walder Frey is having a feast for all the men of his house. At first, I thought this was some kind of flashback. But damn was I so wrong. It was none other than Our Rebel Arya Stark, using the skills she learned as No One. She poisoned every male member of House Frey, killing them all and ending that house for good, possibly. Once it was done, she turned to one of the girls and said, “Tell them Winter came for House Frey.” A girl’s list has become one name shorter.

In the North, Meera and Bran arrived at The Wall. While waiting for the gate to open, Bran sees the Night King and the rest of the White Walkers (including the giant Wun Wun) are on the move in one of his visions. They bring the storm that will envelope all of Westeros with them. When the gate opens, a relieved Meera introduces them to the Night’s Watch, including the new Lord Commander. He’s skeptical at first, but when Bran mentions Hardhome, Ed’s face says it all. He commands his brothers to take Meera and Bran in before closing the gates against what’s to come.

At Winterfell, the King in the North Jon Snow is having a strategy meeting. He wants dragon glass to be mined and forged into weapons against the White Walkers and he wants everyone ready to fight, including the girls. Of course, Lord Glover has a problem with that. But Lady Lyanna Mormont (the amazing Bella Ramsey) steps up and lets Glover know a few things. “I don’t plan on knitting by the fire while men fight for me. I might be small, Lord Glover, and I might be a girl. But I am every bit as much a Northerner as you.” Glover tried to cow to her but she interrupted him and said, “And I don’t need your permission to defend the North.” That’s right you don’t!!! She shut that fool down! Lady Lyanna needs to be in every episode until the end of the series.

Now if only Lyanna could talk some sense into Jon. The newly-crowned King is already being a butthead. He decided to punish the houses that did not stand with House Stark against the Boltons by . . . giving them back their houses. WHAAAATTT?? WTF, Jon? The Umbers and Karstarks left you high and dry and now you want to say, “hey it’s alright that you betrayed my house and sided with a maniac. It’s all good.” COME ON!! Sansa, who knows more about dealing with traitors and usurpers than Jon, tried to talk some sense into her brother, but to no avail. He shut her down, which you know is going to be a problem later on down the line. Afterwards, Jon and Sansa argue, with Jon basically telling his sister to stop giving him useful and smart information in front of other people. “Joffrey never let anyone question him, do you think he was a good king?” Like I said, Sansa knows what she’s talking about. But will Jon listen?

Back at King’s Landing, the new Queen is contemplating her next move. Jaime is a little spooked at what his sister/lover has accomplished while he was away. She’s killed all of her enemies, blown the Sept of Baelor to the heavens and crowned herself Queen. But she hasn’t talked about King Tommen’s death. In case you’ve forgotten, Tommen jumped out of a window when he realized his mother killed his wife. Cersei underestimated her son’s love for his wife and now feels betrayed by him. With her actions being more and more brutal, it’s only logical that Jaime wonder if he’ll be next on his sister’s hit list. But she has other plans.

Euron Greyjoy came to King’s Landing to offer his ships and his “two good hands” to Cersei. With Jaime standing right next to her. But Cersei isn’t convinced. “You killed your own brother.” “You should try it. Feels wonderful.” Okay, that was funny. But Jaime didn’t think so. Luckily, Cersei turned down Euron’s proposal but he doesn’t give up so easily. He promised to bring her what she wants and lay it at her feet. What could it be?

At the Citadel, Samwell is settling in nicely. And by nicely, I mean he’s cleaning shit, serving food that looks like shit and doing basic library duties. He looks miserable. But he deals with it, because Sam wants something. He wants to get into the forbidden section of the library. But how to do it? Well, he talks up one of the maesters to see if he can gain access. Sam tells Archmaester Ebrose about the White Walkers. In his roundabout way, the Archmaester tells Sam that he believes him, but doesn’t give him access to the forbidden section. So, Sam takes things into his own hands and steals the keys from the maester who does have access. Back in his quarters, he reads through the materials with Gilly and Little Sam beside him. Gilly has learned to read and begins reading “Legends of the Long Night.” Sam comes across a map of Dragonstone showing a mountain of dragon glass under the structure. He begins composing a letter to Jon about this new revelation. Will this lead to a Jon/Dany meet and greet?

Back at Winterfell, Brienne is teaching Pod to help him with his sword skills. She gets the best of him each time, but then here comes Tormund with his sly smile and that red hair. He distracts Brienne for a moment, giving Pod a chance to best her. She punches him in the gut for his trouble, with Tormund telling him, “You’re a lucky man.” He smiles at Brienne, leaving her a little flustered (or pissed off, it’s hard to tell). Sansa is watching the exchange when Littlefinger walks up behind her, whispering things. If anything happens between Sansa and Jon, it won’t be Littlefinger who causes it. He thinks he has sway over Sansa, and if we judge her by her past, he would be right. But she’s been through hell and back and is with her family again. Lord Baelish is in for a surprise if he thinks she’s the same girl she once was.

In the Riverlands, Arya comes across some Lannister soldiers, young boys all of them. One just happened to be singer Ed Sheeran, which honestly felt a bit weird. His part was small (thank God), but his presence felt fake, like he just didn’t belong. Maybe it’s because no major players outside of the ones that have been with the show from the beginning have ever appeared. Hopefully, he’ll be the last. Anywho, the soldiers invite Arya to some of their rabbit, leaving her conflicted. Normally, she would have slaughtered them all. But they all just want to go home and be with their families. They’re just like her. They have no idea how lucky they are.

The Hound and the Brotherhood are on the move, as well. Only, the snow and cold have made an appearance. They look for shelter and come across a home that is all too familiar to Clegane. It’s the same home where he Arya sought shelter before Clegane left the farmer and his young daughter to die. He’s spooked at being there and is cranky the entire time. Once inside, he sees the bodies of the two who died, unbeknownst to Beric Dondarrion and Thoros. While Thoros builds a fire, Clegane asks Beric why the Lord of Light keeps bringing him back. Beric has no idea, leaving The Hound with more questions than answers. Thoros calls Clegane over to the fire and asks him what he sees. At first, he sees nothing but “burning logs,” but when he looks again, he sees The Wall, East Watch by the Sea and the White Walkers marching. Rattled by what he’s seen, Clegane buries the two bodies in the middle of the night. He handles their bones gently and puts them each in the ground. Thoros helps and is surprised after their done when Clegane says a prayer.

Back at the Citadel, Sam is collecting the empty bowls from the infirm when an arm covered in grey scale shoots out of one of the slots. The arm belongs to none other than Jorah Mormont, and my friends, he ain’t lookin’ so good. The grey scale has traveled over his entire arm but we don’t know if that is all. Jorah’s face is in shadow so we don’t know the extent of the damage. But he doesn’t care about that. Jorah wants to know if Dany has come to Westeros. Sam tells him that he hasn’t heard anything, shutting the slot on Jorah and his disease.

Well, to answer his question, yes, Dany has arrived in Westeros. She is in a small rowboat with Tyrion, Missandei, Grey Worm and Varys. As they come up to her family home, the dragons fly ahead, circling the castle, which sits high up on a hill. Dany walks on Targaryen land, then kneels to touch the ground. Two of her Unsullied open the front gates, and she sees her home for the first time. The group walk up the path to the castle. When they walk in, the first thing Dany sees is a Lannister banner. She pulls it down to the floor, looking at it with disgust. She walks over to the throne, which looks way more badass than the Iron Throne, to be honest. Grey Worm tries to follow her, but Missandei pulls him back. Dany must do this alone. She looks at the throne, but walks by it. The time is not right for her to sit upon the throne. So, she walks into the war room where Stannis once stood, plotting his way to the Iron Throne and ultimately, his death. Dany runs her hands along the carved table while Tyrion admires the stone dragons on the walls. They both glance at each other before Dany finally utters the words we’ve all been waiting for: “Shall we begin?” Yes!

How will this great war begin? Who will make the first move? And will any of them be strong enough to fight the Night King?

Stay tuned.

Game of Thrones airs Sundays at 9pm on HBO. Photos courtesy of HBO.

Game of Thrones – Season 7 Premiere-“Dragonstone” In the season premiere of Game of Thrones, Arya Stark became the MVP of Westeros, Lyanna Mormont put the men in their place and Dany came home.

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captain039 · 6 years ago

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The girl with the bow

Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: The journey through the season with reader insert

Warnings: Gore, some swearing mentions of deaths , slightly racist ima change his words because I feel very uncomfortable. spoilers if you haven’t seen it

Notes: Daryl needs more fanfics XD and ima provide and if no one doesn’t like it the can kiss my ass XP. Copying the episodes sort of changing a few things though

It all happened so fast the sirens then the news emergency broadcast, you rushed out with your little brother going for your phone to call your parents.

“MUM?” You called into the phone grabbing things.

“Y/n honey are you ok we’ll meet you as soon as possible at the centre ok?” She said scared but trying to sound calm.

“Yeah ok” You breathed out.

“I love you” You heard them both say.

“I love you too” You hung up going down into the garage grabbing your compound bow and other weapons from the safe. Your dad was always preparing for things honestly you thought he was delusional turns out he wasn’t so crazy. You drove with your brother to the high way only to be stuck in traffic no one was moving.

“Lorri?” You questioned seeing your old school friend.

“Y/n?” She said a smile on her face.

“What the hell huh” You said chuckling she nodded when planes flew over, bomb planes. You stared in horror as the bombed the city your parents were there. You held your brother close feeling him shake slightly.

“Oh god” Lorri muttered as you spotted someone walking over.

“We gotta go now” He said.

“What?” She asked confused where?

“Shane calm down please what is happening?” She asked as you watched the flames.

“I don’t know but something aint right” You wanted to smack him already what a dumbass. You went back to the car quietly back tracking when you saw a person coming to your car something wasn’t right though. You froze as it tried to bite someone making them scream in pain. That set a panic as you pushed your brother into the car turning back speeding back home. You told him to call your mum and dad but there was no luck. You smacked the wheel driving into the garage you locked every door and window.

“Y/n?” Your brother made you freeze as you nodded you had to be strong for him.

“Its ok come here” You sat on the couch with him ignoring the screams as you covered his ears.

“We’ll be ok” You whispered.

It wasn’t ok though the world went to hell these things walking around groaning and moaning like those in the movies Zombies, but it was impossible right? You tuned into the radio over and over only hearing the same broadcast. You stocked up rationing your food like your grandpa taught you. He didn’t teach you much only how to ration honestly. You paced around the house praying your parents were ok even though you saw the horrible truth. You frowned hearing a voice outside.

“HELLO?” You frowned moving a curtain seeing a man in a hospital gown holding his side. You grabbed your bow walking outside.

“Oi” You said as he turned to you, you instantly drew on him as he put his hands up.

“Rick?” You questioned.

“Y/n thank god” He said as you with drew rushing him inside.

“What’s happening?” He asked as you frowned.

“What happened to you first?” You asked.

“I was shot I don’t know I woke up in the hospital where’s my wife? Carl?” You slowed him down sitting him down grabbing him a drink.

“I saw Lorri heading to the refugee centre, but I don’t know, the world Rick it’s gone these Roamers own it now were just trying to survive” You said.

“Roamers?” He questioned you nodded opening the window a bit showing him the small group.

“What are they?” He asked.

“People well use to be now their flesh eaters” You said a shiver running down your spine. He ran his hands down his face he had no idea.

“Here ill get you some clothes just relax ok” You said he nodded as you fetched him some clothes. He stayed with you a week before he headed to the station grabbing guns and what not he was heading to the city.

“Come with me” He said in a hushed tone you looked over to your brother.

“Rick, I want to but Jacob” You said pointing to him.

“He’ll be fine please ill be safer with you and you’ll be safer with me” He said you sighed nodding slowly you didn’t have much chance here. You packed everything into your Black 4x4 jeep before heading off. You followed Rick until you made it to the city. You stopped a few miles out walking the rest of the way, you covered his back having your bow drawn it was always apart of you, from your grandpa also. There were to many they came from every corner before you had to jump in a tank. Rick shot his gun as you yelled covering your ears in pain. You huffed as Rick sighed.

“Well so much for surviving” You muttered he scoffed.

“Hey comphy in there” You froze hearing a voice over the radio.

“Hello?” Rick called.

“Got yourselves in a mess ive got a plan run to the right and straight theres an alley way a few meters down ill meet you there now go” The mysterious voice you nodded at him as he huffed opening the hatch you pushed your brother out letting him run first following behind him. You met the mysterious man Korean? You think oh well you followed him up the ladder as they all huddled around your feet.

“I’m Glenn” He said.

“Rick, Y/n and Jacob” Rick said.

“Iven got a group come on this way” You followed the mysterious man leading you to a group of four.

“What the hell?” The blonde asked pointing a gun a Rick as you drew your bow.

“Wouldn’t do that” You said.

“Hey guys calm down we got bigger problems” Glenn said pointing to the shop doors the herd ganging up the glass slowly breaking.

“TO the roof come on” Rick called as everyone rushed to the roof as the glass broke. You panted slightly making sure your brother was ok.

“Hey, come on now man” A man said to another man on the roof shooting them.

“Piss off blacky” You froze glaring at the obvious red neck.

“Come on now none of that” Rick said.

“Who’s this?” He asked.

“Rick this is Merle” Glenn said sighing.

“Rick aye and who’s this little ray of sunshine” He said walking over to you, but you drew on him too as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Feisty I like it” He winked making you scoff.

“How do we get out of here?” Andrea asked.

“Make a run for it” You muttered.

“Are you insane?” She bitched.

“Apparently” You rolled your eyes walking over to the edge there were roamers everywhere.

“There’s trucks that use to be used for moving furniture anyway they always have the keys in them we get one we get out” You nodded at T-dogs plan. It was settled but the sewer was blocked so was the alley. You frowned thinking of something disgusting.

“What if we covered ourselves in guts and blood they wouldn’t be able to smell us” You piped up as everyone stared at you.

“That might work” Rick said. Killing the walkers out back you quickly dragged them in everyone looking horrified as Rick began chopping. Him and Glenn walked out and you couldn’t believe your eyes it was working that is until the rain. They had to run.

You watched scared when the disappeared you huffed.

“Stay here” You said to your brother running off.

“HEY” You ignored the group running outside you spotted your car you grabbing your knife running out as you finally made it in one piece. You Sped back along with Rick nodding at him as you honked at the Roamers with Glenn while everyone escaped. Glenn was smiling like an idiot as he whooped making you laugh following him. Finally, out of the city Glenn lead you to more of the group. Rick was frozen seeing his little boy and wife you smiled at the reunion. The man Shane had a grim look making you frown at him. You hugged your brother his face filled with worry.

“I’m ok champ” You said as he nodded. You wondered how these people made it honestly but then again you weren’t in place to judge. You made yourselves comfortable setting up camp. You smiled at the people this was a good group, but you soon learnt the truth Ed you would punch his face in if you could, beating that poor woman Carol. Merle had a brother Daryl a quiet man well sort of he used a crossbow making you smile to yourself liking him already. The group was good by the quarry a source of water and food for all. You kept to yourself helping around with cleaning and other things. Rick, Glenn, Daryl and Merle were heading out on a run he dropped the damn bag of guns. They weren’t back though by night as you got worried as did Lorri the camp got overrun you shot every ugly basterd you saw trying to protect the people. Rick and the others finally came back killing them off as a few people went down then Amy. You watched in horror at everyone crying killing the last one blood covering your clothes and face. Andrea didn’t move for the night you were worried sick about her.

Shane and Rick argued two alpha men trying to lead the group wasn’t working out so well. Everyone had to leave returning to the highway trying to fix the RV. Another horde came through sending everyone down under the cars as you breathed heavily not spotting your brother. You began to panic as the horde finally passed you looked around when Sofia ran into the woods Rick ran straight after her you saw your brother safe as you hugged him tightly looking out for Rick.

Sofia was gone missing sending her mother into a panic you calmed the woman as best as you could you had to find her.

“I have to find her you stay here with Dale ok ill be back by dark” You told your brother he hugged you tightly.

“Ill be fine ok” You whispered he nodded as you grabbed your bow heading out.

“Where ya going?” You turned to Daryl.

“I’m going to find that girl gonna stop me go to hell” You said he huffed.

“I’m going with you” you were shocked by his choice and nodded as you both headed out. Nothing no Sofia only one walker cutting it open was a joy, but you had to be certain. Daryl whistled to you pointing to the two figures only walkers you both shot one. Heading back, you shook your head in disappointment she cried walking away making you feel horrible. You watched your brother while he slept in the jeep you wouldn’t sleep not while she was out there. She was alive you had to believe it.

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