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teklarn · 4 years ago

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓹𝓽. 2)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

a/n: ok so i just started writing on tumblr and honestly in my opinion for my first time posting smth on this the first part did really well thank u for all the likes :) (told from second pov; e.g you, your) reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: a lil bit angsty

warnings: cursing, jealousy, mutual pining, slow burn romance, aged-up to third year, love triangle (square?), physical injuries, kirishima gets a little toxic, also shirtless bakugou (awooga), a crap ton of time skips bc i can’t write action scenes for shit, bakugou is a flirt (lowkey but yeah), mentions of blood

word count: 2112

pt 1 , pt 3

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kirishima had broken the skin on his lower lip with how hard he was biting it. he stood in the bathroom, rinsing his mouth, ignoring the slight sting the water brought.

y/n was currently being blasted by bakugou, and they were fighting back.

jealousy panged in his chest.

bakugou had never let him know about how he felt about you, however kirishima was sure he felt something for them. you and bakugou were both a jumble of prideful and longing stares towards each other from across every room. the tension was thick enough to slice through. and while kirishima would never make a move in fear of ruining the friendship between him and bakugou, as well as him and y/n, gosh it didn’t stop him from wanting to.

he’d stood on the side, cheering you on to no end. the sports festival last year, the year before that, training exercises, he was always there. kirishima was always there.

whenever you needed him, whenever you wanted his company. so what did bakugou have over him? sure, the blond was strong and had bigger goals than kirishima, but why should that matter?

what did bakugou have? why would you want him more when he was never near you? never made an effort to see you to be there when you asked for help.

it was popular belief that bakugou was a noisy idiot, but he was actually quite a quiet boy. he didn’t bother to raise his hand in class, however he always knew the answer. he spoke rarely and only made conversation with those he was close with if they were the ones to make the effort to converse with him first.

jealousy, jealousy, jealousy. kirishima despised it.

whenever did he begin wanting to beat bakugou at something?

the cloud of guilt welling up in his chest was going to become unbearable, and soon everything he ever wanted to say was going to come up like word vomit at the worst possible time.

you swiped at your cheek, brushing off the crumbling dirt. your timing had been off, and their flip backwards had landed you in an awkward position. a vulnerable one.

honestly, though, it wasn’t like it really mattered. bakugou was a bit transparent himself. he wore a smug look like a golden medal, and held back his power just enough to keep you on your feet.

his cocky attitude was irritating and it drew you in like a moth drawn to a lamp.

sweat was beading down your temple. the day was exceptionally hot, the sun beaming down on your back like a proud child.

you and bakugou had been at it for a while. with anyone else, you would have quit by now. it’s not that you gave up easily. no, not ever. but fights could get boring, especially if you were just smashing away at them with your quirk and they were acting like they could take it.

perhaps you were being cocky.

this fight, though. this was interesting. not only because it was bakugou; also because you knew so little about him.

it was likely he never shared anything important to anyone. he was quite introverted.

it was interesting for another reason.

it was hot, bakugou sweats a lot. gosh, he looked delicious without a shirt on. he had a built figure accompanied by strong arms and a broad chest.

he’d filled out quite nicely the past few years. you hadn’t noticed until now how much he’d grown.

“don’t get distracted.”

your eyes snapped up from his chest to his eyes. bakugou became a blur, shooting himself off the ground and flipping once in the air before propelling himself back down.

before you could do anything, bakugou had you pinned, one leg pinning yours, both his hands wrapped around your wrists. he’d ditched his gauntlets, leaving the metal assistants in the sweltering heat, claiming he wanted to give you an equal fight.

he panted atop you, hands tightening.

tokage didn’t bother to leave her dorm today, thank goodness. it had just been the three of you. you, bakugou, and kirishima.

the red head had suspiciously vanished halfway through the fight, though.

bakugou’s crimson eyes bored into yours. neither of you blinked for a moment. perhaps just a small eternity each of you silently reveled in.

his erratic breaths slowed, and so did yours, although you stayed the same. unmoving, faces neutral but eyes giving away long-held secrets.

your ears flushed, and butterflies came rising up uncontrollably. you should have pushed him off. instead you gave him a wicked grin, which earned a look from him and you couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed.

“your big ass forehead is blocking the bright-as-hell sun. stay like this,” you mocked, wrenching your wrists from his grasp and snaking your arms around his neck.

his cheeks burned red. “w-what?”

“you heard me.”

he scoffed, tugging you off his neck and standing. “shut up, shitface. we aren’t even done yet.” he readied himself in a fighting stance once more.

“i thought you said you wanted to stop when you won?” you brushed yourself off as you stood.

“i know what i said. you probably weren’t even giving it your all.”

“’course i was.” you cocked your head. “why wouldn’t i?”

“you’re strong, damn idiot.”

you feigned surprise, pressed a hand to your fluttering chest. “the bakugou, dynamight himself, complimenting a humble soul like me? oh, i really must be good, then.”

“not as good as me.” his face dropped from a smile. bakugou never got enough training no matter how early or late he stayed up, or how many hours on the weekends were spent kicking a bag or sparring with friends. hard workers did all of the work there was a still wondered if they were doing enough. the number one spot wasn’t empty, but it was still reserved for dynamight.

y/n had collapsed on their bed. kirishima was itching to tell them how he felt, however he was stuck at the doorway.

they weren’t even dressed for bed, nor were they showered.

he settled with leaving his friend alone, and shut the door softly to find bakugou standing right behind him.

kirishima jumped back, closing his eyes in relief. “bakugou. what the heck man?”

“you’re creepy as shit.”

“i- what? you were the one staring at me while i-”

“while you peeped in on y/n?”

“i wasn’t peeping. i walked them back after the fight and they just collapsed. you were off doing something else and you worked them too hard.”

it wasn’t a shock that bakugou was still riled up from the duel. this boy had the energy of a mad man.

when bakugou didn’t say anything, kirishima said once again, “you overworked them.”

bakugou swat away the comment. “only because they’re not working hard enough.”

kirishima raised an eyebrow. “they work hard. they’re perfectly fine.”

“fine?”

“they’re amazing.”

“i know that, shitty hair. you think i’m blind?”

“everyone can make improvements at their own pace.” kirishima’s voice dropped.

“you train with me.”

“it’s an hour before curfew.”

bakugou jut a thumb in the direction of the door. “so? maybe you need some more practice, too,” he joked.

“you’re an ass, bakugou,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle.

the two wandered off to one of the training grounds. it was open, a wide court where they’d both kicked someone else’s ass.

the sun was just setting, a new cool breeze coming to fill the spot of the violent sun rays.

it was routine to fight each other out of nowhere. kirishima was usually quite playful, spewing jokes once in a while and taunting his friend.

this fight was different. his face was stone-cold. kirishima often took the defensive role, as his quirk didn’t allow him to project any direct attacks to bakugou.

it wasn’t like kirishima was angry at bakugou, but as soon as they started charging towards one another, he couldn’t hold back. his chest tightened, arms hardening and joints becoming strong and stiff.

with one clean sweep of his arm, bakugou was backing away from kirishima, propelling himself to the edge of the arena with a small blast. he’d always been up for a challenge. kirishima was willing to give him one.

his sudden competitive demeanor seemed to be egging on bakugou’s. the blond tongued the inside of his cheek, grunting as he shot forth, hair flying wildly.

swiftly, kirishima dodged, just barely missing a blast. his torso wasn’t hardened, so if he’d dodged any later, his stomach would have been scorched.

bakugou always took their fights seriously. he knew better than to underestimate the boy who had put together his very own rescue mission.

kirishima’s opponent stumbled from the momentum. he took his chance and brought a hardened elbow down on bakugou’s back, hearing a satisfying crack.

bakugou was crushed to the ground with the hit. his face smashed into the sandy ground. he coughed, turning over and spitting dirt to the side.

it took a moment for him to register what he did, but kirishima was at bakugou’s side within seconds. the sun was nearly gone, a pale blue sky flickering with the first sights of stars.

it was hard to make it out at first, but not impossible. kirishima saw the blood dripping and smeared just above bakugou’s lip. he groaned, cupping his face in both hands as he sat upright.

“argh” bakugou gasped. “shit, kirishima. what the hell?”

“i...i’m sorry dude, i didn’t mean to.” i wanted to, but i didn’t mean to.

bakugou raised an eyebrow and let a smile seep through his pain. “you’re improving, though.”

“are you alright?” kirishima traced the small cut on his lip from earlier with the tip of his tongue.

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” bakugou swatted his hand away. he struggled to get up, refusing kirishima’s help.

“we should head back before this gets any worse.”

bakugou kept his large hands hovering under his chin to catch the dripping and occasional chunks of blood.

although he wanted the duel to continue (it was finally interesting) bakugou wasn’t stubborn enough to keep going. so he nodded, once again denying kirishima’s efforts to help him out.

you were in the common area, fiddling with a rubik’s cube. it was just you, as everyone else was spending the night among each other. ashido had invited you to her dorm a while ago, but you’d denied, wanting to spend a few more giddy moments to yourself.

the door rattled, and in came your two friends, one with furrowed brows and the other with blood drenching the front of his shirt.

bakugou’s head was tilted up in an attempt to stop the blood from flowing down. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the blood trailing down the back of his throat.

“oh my gosh,” you gasped out, racing to the bathroom. you came back with sanitary wipes in one hand and tissue in the other. “what happened?”

“we were training,” kirishima started, taking a few tissues from the box and handing them to his friend, “and i accidentally hit him too hard.”

“you didn’t hit me that hard. you barely did any damage!” bakugou objected. you approached him, and through his fingers, bakugou peered down at you.

you asked him with your eyes, and he gave you silent permission to pry his arms away from his face. “are you okay?”

“i’m just dandy,” he scoffed.

“dude, i’m really sorry—”

“shut the hell up kirishima. i don’t want your pity. i swear this is the only time i’ll surrender to you, you asswipe.”

you didn’t laugh, not even a chuckle. “bakugou, you need to see recovery girl.”

“what the hell? no way. all she’s gonna do is give me one of those shitty slobbery kisses and scold me for being careless.”

“your nose is broken,” you said gently.

“so? can’t you fix it?”

you raised a questioning brow. “you want me to help you?”

“can you or can you not?”

“i can try to set it but you’re better off going to recovery girl instead of settling with―”

“all i need is possible. i don’t want to deal with that old lady’s shit right now.” using the tissues kirishima had stuffed into his hand, he caught the remaining blood dripping down his nose. “let’s go.”

you were more than unsure. he would end up with a crooked nose if you made any small mistake, but he didn’t think twice as he grabbed your shoulder and led you in the direction of your dorm.

kirishima wished he hadn’t broken bakugou’s nose. not because he felt bad, though.

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sunareii · 5 years ago

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suna grits his teeth, the light's too strong for him to see. he close his eyes shut, having no intentions to torture his eyes at the glow infront of him that is brighter as his mothers cellphone brightness. a deafening sound screeches at his ears like metal scratching another metal, oh how annoying that sound is.

he squints his eyes slightly as if his default eyes wasn't squinted enough. he could see a person, a female he assumes by their figure alone whose back faced towards him but the luminescence made his sight blur, he couldn't identify who it is

voice echoed insignificantly, he doesn't know whose is it nor where it's coming from except the voice started to scratch him in the head displeasingly

rintarou! rintarou! rintarou!

sunas eyes blinks open once to be greeted by his mother scowling after he has bestir himself from a horrible dream. he could hear a small voice saying 'oh no' inside his head as it's definetely not the first time he woke up to an angry face

"do you have any idea what time it is?" his mother barked, her face continues to grimace at her son. suna sits up groggily and reached for his phone beside him

12:47 pm

"how many times to i have to tell you to not stay up late!" she berates before pulling his cushion up, causing him to fall a bit from his stance and gets hit with it

"ow─! you just hit me with a pillow!" suna winces, strands of his dark hair are all over the place

"better than a slipper or your face would look even worse than just messy hair" the mother threatens before leaving the territtory so casually like she had not scolded anything at his sons ears. senzo could only choke a laugh at the freaky scene that occured upon his room, he had identified his apathetic relative as a fellow who would only shrug their shoulders when being rebuked or insulted. suna is infact a 'take no shit' kind of man, he's just wholesomely a bit playful with his mother.

suna goes down the stairs slothfully as his body might not be running his blood yet and he took a bit too long to go to the dining room where his food rests on the table cold as a corpse

"if you have woken up ealier it would have been warmer" his mothers interrupts from the living room. suna rolls his eyes then sneers at his mother from the room

'i wasn't even complaining but i am now' he thought as he opens the large plate that covers his meal, his boiled eggs as soggy as ever

he sits down at the at the table then started contemplating about his recent dream, was it even a dream? though it seems a bit vague but vivid when he was still in a slumber. suna reckons it was just another weird hallucination. he has quite plenty of those so this one is no special, except that this peculiar reverie didnt have any sort of plot unlike the time he dreamt about the miyas and some random player from karasuno that he'd only seen once have a bachelors party at a couple he had seen in a movie before while also drinking blue liquid which now is extremely questionable but that was just an example of the long list

suna hears a soft thump going down the stairs, he glance to see his cousin all dressed up for the day

"hey sen, are you going somewhere?"

"uh.. yeah, why?"

"can i go with you?"

"sure..."

senzo probably didn't sound sure himself, well that's because he isn't used to people wanting to join him to go outside or anything at all and he was receiving a small friendly treatment from a cousin he didn't knew existed and vice versa.

the two went out briefly after suna changing into some proper clothing for the day, the walk is quiet like the usual though they do give some comments here and ther. the sun sweltered upon them while two or three clouds wafts against each other.

"im going this way, is there a place you wanted to go?" senzo asks after an abrupt stop

suna truthfully didn't have a particular destination, he went with him 'cause he felt like it. they went far for him to just go back, he thought for a long minute before a specific location passes in his head.

"yes, actually

"i'll see ya later then" senzo says before walking away

suna felt awkward since his destination is far from where they had gone to

he doesn't know why he's making his way there, for fresh air? for the scenery? for someone?

suna halts as he sees a narrow space in the side of the hill, he figured it's also a path way up to the old patio he visited. he begins walking upwards and repents at his decision mid-way. the path is rocky and hard to stay still on because of the numerous inconsistent rock shapes. it doesn't help that there's a hot atmosphere around him as he continues to go up carefully.

sweat drips down his forehead, his tiny strands of bangs sticking along on it. the heat annoyed him as he reaches the top of the mountain hill, the sun beams directly at the crest where he now stands but once he finished catching his breath the brightest star seems to appear infront of him.

somehow the fieriness of this evening─the reason he's such a sweaty mess─suna doesn't seem to mind it anymore as he watches the the girl he had came across twice stand infront of him. she was there, like she had always been, tossing a ball over her head for who knows how long.

'wait, she does volleyball?'

i mean, he could see it but at the same time not so much?

though you were tad bit taller for an average height of a female and you don't look like you hold any outstanding physical attributes either but he can't really underestimate you that quickly can he?

sunas being remained unnoticed due to her keeping her concentration firmly. she tosses the ball up into the air, patently going to do a jump serve. from her evident zealousness you would be tricked that she'll actually spike or even jump with experience. she was slow and her legs looked stiff when she leaped, hell, she didn't even swing her arms in time, she barely even touched the ball.

'uhh.. that was an awkward serve' her attempt to serve was futile and funny even, suna can't help but to chortle instead of detaining it, his attempt to be discreet wasn't great either. she let's out a light gasp as soon as she heard him cackling from the side, she already was embarrassed at her shot but now that the same cute boy she saved from the market is a witness at her own frustration made her embarrassment go off the line than where it should be

"that was an impressive serve you just did" suna starts sarcastically whilst disturbingly taking little steps towards her. she could only scream her embarrassment deep on her palm, peeking her eyes through one of the gaps to see him, picking up the ball from the ground.

"how long have you been here?"

"long enough to see eveything"

"pleas erase it from your memory" she says blatantly as she finally regains her composure, suna shrugs at her as he hands the ball back to her, she unhesitatingly grabbing it back only for him to extend his arm up. the ball being too high for her too reach since the boy teasing her is intimidatingly tall.

"it's not that easy" suna replies as he looks down at the figure shorter than him giving him an irratating frown, "what do you know about volleyball?" she mumbles, her eyes looking elsewhere.

"alot of things" he remarks with a heavy stare. the girl infront of him seems surprised and asked "do you play?" which he answers with a curt nod. the silence after that is conscious and creates a long stare-down between the two, in addition to that is the beating heat of the sun baking them from below like they weren't perspiring enough from the exercise they had done in such a time.

"i'll just take this back then" she says as her feet tip-toes close to his level, the tip of her fingers hardly brushing off the ball. suna just stands there leisurely as he watches the girl he doesn't even know struggle into obtaining her property back.

suna gazes down at her meek nature, her cheeks faintly glows a pretty shade of pink, her hair cascading down her neck every now and then, the sun rays paints her skin too perfectly

suna smiles slightly as he pokes a little fun with her and having fun himself except to the part where he begins to feel her chest nudging his whenever she jumps and immidietly gave her her ball back smoothly. "here" he says before walking away from his agitation

she cocks an eyebrow at him when she turns around to face his retreating figure, his phone buzzed at his pocket, opening it to get a message from his mom and the second years groupchat, well maybe third years for noow on. yet suna couldn't be bothered to open either of them seeing as his mom just texted him some chores whilst the groupchat is just filled with the twins nonsense.

"could you play with me for a little while?" she asks reluctantly, dugging her nails on the air-filled ball

suna is bewildered at the instantaneous request but he figured it's better to take up on her behest than do his mothers errands anyway

turning his heel back, he meets her big eyes with his flat slanted ones and his actions seems to answer her offer

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"what made you think playing straight under the sun was a great idea?" suna complains, panting heavily as the sun eventually plummets down. they stayed up on top for hours and instead of actually playing suna ended up teaching her the basics of volleyball for goodness sake she was an extremely slow learner.

"what do you mean? i like it up here" her tone filled with confusion as she questions him

"the sun literally fried us"

"you don't look that good to me"

"huh?" suna's brain is now all muddled by her statement causing him to give a repulsive look, she didn't seem too bothered by how she voiced her proclamation and only started walking down the stairs, suna following behind.

"you must be thirsty, i'll buy us some drinks, my treat" she announces as she holds out her baby blue colored wallet, turning left as they reached down the stairs, the vending machine is conveniently there aswell. "any preference?" she inquires only for suna to shook his head

"water is enough" he answers shortly

their drinks clank down at the bottom of the machinary and some gulping could be heard subseuquently. suna exhales lowly after drinking some refreshment. the wind passes and gives a cold whisk ontop of their skin, the sky is painted deep orange along with pale red. they soon walk in silence with the cold bottles, hers being a can of juice in their hands.

"can we play again?" she unexpectedly mutters shyly

suna glances at her, the tip of her ears turning incredibly red. "don't you have your own friends?" he mentions as he takes another sip. "i know quite a few people but only one or two are actually my friends and neither of them plays volleyball" she explains with her eyes shut

"if you're that wishful to learn the sport why not join your school volleyball club?"

she groans "i can't, my father doesn't let me join any after school activities"

"why?" sounding invasive only crossed his mind once she gave him an answer

"my dad is very strict, i need to be home before five he says" she mocks her father at the end of her sentence in a playful intention

"you're already pass your curfew, you child"

"you look the same age as me though"

"oh really?" they banter and it felt like they have known each other by a relatively long time. he enjoys her company it's fairly not too solemn and to him it feels nice to have a friendly jest with someone who won't intend to cause any issues unlike some two other people..

the usual tranquil in every interaction seem to be becoming consistent and recurring, they soon throw their bottles away in the trash bin sitting down the street like any other decent person

"so can we play again?" she asks the second time with a little more anticipation

suna didn't answer and only looks at her emotionlessly. does he really want to? she was nice but she's rather tenacious, there was a moment where he wanted to leave during the whole session. it seems the longer he stayed quiet, the more she became impatient

"come on! the guys who plays at the public court always looks intimadating"

"and i'm not?" he snickers while his eyebrow rose

"well, i didn't have the ideal impression of you at first though but now you seem like a cool guy" she explains giving him a small thumbs up

"do you mean when you rescued me in the market?"

"no, earlier than that" suna thinks for a moment to the point of looking up on the dark sky before the memory finally getting into his head

"oh, you mean the birdnest hair? yeah i remember now" he teases with a little smile

"it's not like you looked any better with your own hair at the time"

"so─!" she starts a little louder than her monotonious voice before smiling at him keenly exactly how she eyed him the last time they met "how about it city boy!"

suna sighs and scrunched his nose at the nickname, he presumes because of his unfamiliar dialect "you're that persistent, and why city boy?"

"i never got your name after all this time, you know" nor did he ever got her name

suna looks down for a moment, he couldn't fathom what is wrong with him just telling her his name, it's not like he won't get hers when he answers.

"suna rintarou" he replies blankly

"suna rintarou?" she says questioningly, he nods his head

"suna rintarou... suna rintarou" she repeats in a breathy whisper as if engraving his name in her mind

"l/n y/n" she introduces herself back, "nice to meet you, suna" suna didn't reply much and only says "likewise" back and continuous the conversation where they have left just before the introduction.

suna rests his hand in his pocket, "you seem too willing to hang out with someone you only met thrice"

"i like you anyway so it's fine!" she beams a little too bluntly and it didn't help how she closed the proximity between them, literally doesn't intend to let him go off the question.

"sure" he mouthed rather than openly saying it

"what?"

"i said i'll think about it" he claims as he turns his back to her to turn on the side of the sidewalks, "see you! you should know by now where to find me if you ever want to see me" she emphasized, waving her hands at him which suna imitated briefly before disappearing to her sight completely.

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"curse you gate!"

the door slides open revealing her father staring at her expectantly waiting for her with his arms crossed just rught after she got inside the platform

"what's your excuse this time?" he awaits, his finger tapping his forearm

y/n stops her foot on the soft muck as she faces her humble abode. she struggles to open the gate as quietly as possibly but the damned steel gate really wanted her caught, huh?

"i.. was playing volleyball.." she says with all honesty as she step infront of the doorstep

"alone again?" his father assumes, he doesn't understand why she keeps sneaking out outside just to be doing things all by herself

"nope, with a newly found friend this time" y/n murmurs as she takes off her shoes before entering her home nonchalantly. she wouldn't mind getting in trouble for the day and her father takes note of her uplifted mood quizzically

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waitingtobeimpressed · 5 years ago

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The Duchess (1/?)

A/N- howdy friends, I actually wrote this like a year ago but I was never really happy with it, but anyways here it is.

**Not my gif**

Warnings: a severe attitude problem?

Captain Celeste Guthrie was finding it incredibly hard to keep control of her facial expressions. At this current moment in time she was hyper aware that if she let her guard down for even a second her sour mood would become evident on her face. It would be unprofessional of her to get up and leave and childish of her to just simply state just how ‘fucking

boring’ this was. Celeste could have been doing any number of things instead of being sat in a brittle wooden chair with all these old men all gaping at her breasts. It was exhausting to pretend like she gave a crap about all of this political bullshit, but if she didn’t even try to act like she cared as much as the rest of them she would be ridiculed for it, so instead she politely smiled and nodded her head along with the other men’s words. The six other Captains sat around Eleanor’s office table were all men and they all highly doubted the oldest Guthrie sisters’ capabilities to lead any ship let alone a pirate ship.

“Miss Guthrie?” an annoyed voice pulled her from her thoughts and seemingly grounded her at an instant, her deep blue eyes flicked over the source of the sound to see a short, round burly man with a long greying beard and mustache. He was shaking his head with a wicked smile etched onto his lips. He looked like he wanted to rip the much younger woman into several pieces for even acting like she belonged there.

“Actually, I prefer Captain, if you wouldn’t mind” Celeste could feel her sisters disapproving glare from next to her. Which only incited her bad mood further. Normally, Eleanor herself would have put the old man in his place for even daring to talk to her sister like this, however, she was trying to convince him to lower his prices for her so Celeste’s feelings would just have to be put on hold.

“Just as I thought” he continued to blabber on, he truly believed that he had her figured out, that he had all women figured out, because a woman couldn’t lead, a woman couldn’t even tie her shoelaces without help from a man. All men were the same, or at least all the men in Nassau were the same. All arrogant assholes.

“Why are we even entertaining this child!” he spat with more venom that was needed to get his point across while slamming his hand upon the table like it was a gavel. Celeste raised an annoyed eyebrow in his direction before turning to look at her sister who simply mouthed the word ‘no’. Celeste just thought that he was incredibly lucky that he was sat on the other side of the room to her otherwise she would have shown him just how much of child she could be.

Celeste stood, pushing her dress down to press out the wrinkles before placing both of her hands upon the table, leaning the rest of her body weight in the direction of her certain accuser. A forced laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, her blonde ringlets bouncing as she did so. “I feel so incredibly sorry for you Captain Pike” a confused look flashed over his features before an angry one took its place. “ it must be truly terrible to always have the smallest brain in the room, and with all of these big, offensive ideas brewing up there I’m personally surprised that you are not constantly plagued with a searing headache” Celeste smiled, she simply couldn’t help herself. Now this was a meeting that was worth going to.

“Now, I don’t want to come across as hostile because I know that you men are extremely sensitive when it comes to the size of your… Ships,” Celeste paused to locate her choice words carefully, Captain Pike looked like her wanted to throttle her, like many of the other Captains, on the other hand Captain Flint looked highly amused.

“however, The Duchess has once again brought in the most imports, most of which are ready for market” Celeste sat, slumping slightly in her chair to indicate to the others just how unjust these accusations were. “Once again, my ship and my crew have made the most money, which is probably why I’m being ‘entertained’ at this meeting,”. She shot a pointed look towards Pike who looked like he needed to take a breath to ‘calm his nerves’. ”so the real question is why are you being entertained?”

“It’s truly great that your humble about your success” Flint chuckled with a wide smile as he kicked up his feet onto the table. Celeste mocked his actions as she crossed her arms over her chest. “but the lady does have a point, Pike,” he said as he stretched his arms to rest above his head. “so shut your damn mouth”

“Now that’s no way to speak to one of our most respected colleagues” an instantly recognizable deep voice echoed throughout the room and the wind knocked out from Celeste’s chest, her arms instantly became slack.

Celeste snapped her head in her younger sisters’ direction who looked incredibly guilty. That little witch. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Eleanor promised that she wouldn’t have to see him during these meetings.

“Ah Vane, nice of you to finally join us” Eleanor piped up for the first time this meeting, Celeste’s burning glare making the younger girl a little nervous, “However you are almost an hour and a half late.” Vane closed the door behind himself and lazily dropped himself into the seat directly opposite from Celeste who was currently finding her shoes incredibly interesting. Vane however couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her body. He pulled a cigar from his pocket and used one of the shorter pillar candles that were placed upon the table to light it, blowing out smoke as he did so.

Celeste wanted nothing more than for this meeting to be over so she retreat back to the safety of her ship. She hadn’t laid eyes on the man in nearly 6 years and she certainly didn’t want to start up again now. She hoped that she could just go unnoticed for the rest of this meeting like she had done for the first hour. That wish was, however, unlikely.

“Im here now, aren’t I?” Vane wanted a rise out of the young woman, she knew this, and she would rather die than give it to him. “ and if you had mentioned that your lovely sister were here Elenor, I would have quickened my pace.” He said very amused with himself while balancing the cigar between his lips. Celeste rolled her eyes, huffing to herself back into the corner of the room. She caught a glimpse of the traveling people outside on the street below and she envied all of them. They didn’t have to be in this sweltering box of a room with possibly the people she hated the most on the planet’s, “What were you fine gentleman, oh and I mustn’t forget, ladies, discussing?”.

One of the other captains stood, Captain Kane who was a ugly stick of a man, pointed at Celeste accusingly, which caused her to tear her eyes up towards him, scowling at him. “Captain Guthrie was just informing us that her and her crew, which might I had is almost entirely made up of women, have managed to make the most coin this past month. Which I highly doubt to be the case” He spat as he downed the rest of the ale that was left in bottle. Celeste scoffed loudly which didn’t by any means go unnoticed by the rest of the men. Suddenly felt a sharp elbow press into her side. To her side she could see her younger sister glaring, totally unamused.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for I’m not the one being a bigot” Celeste snarled at her younger sibling who was cautiously eyeing the other people in the room who were all now bickering amongst themselves. All except Flint and Vane. Flint was looking down towards his hands, looking at a small folded parchment paper in between his calloused fingertips. His tired face looked bored much like Celeste’s. Which is probably why they got along so well.

Vane, however looked entirely all too pleased with himself, like he had everyone where he wanted them. Celeste snapped her vision and locked eyes with the man, instantly regretting the choice when he smirked at her, to be perfectly honest she knew she would eventually run into her childhood friend again one day, it was just a matter of time. And unfortunately, her luck had run out. It would’ve been perfectly fine with her to never see the person who had ruined her life ever again. Vane, being as stubborn as he was believed that he had given the older Guthrie girl enough time to ‘get over it’ and now she was just being bitter.

“Would you at least try and act civil” Eleanor whispered as she leaned into Celeste’s side. Celeste ripped her gaze away from Vane and back to the window.

“Me being ‘Civil’ does not mean bowing down to every man in sight because it suits your needs.”

“This is exactly why father left me to run this business, you can’t see past your pride and into the future!”

“ No, father left you the business because you are his little pet. And might I had that you were also the only one here. I believe in creating my own worth not riding on daddy’s wealth and pretending that its my own.” Celeste angrily whispered back.

An evil grin formed on Vanes face, he could quite clearly see the rift between the two sisters and wondered how much more strain their relationship could handle before it cracked completely, “Convenient , because if that was true then that would mean that Captain Guthrie here probably had the help from her little sister, you know giving her the best tips for the most valuable ships, the biggest plunders. And that really wouldn’t be fair at all. Would it?” He stated matter of factly, tilting his head to see if his efforts had managed to anger Celeste. Which they definitely had.

“How fucking dare you!” Celeste sat bold upright in her chair, purposely turning her attention to Vane, “Since when was my crew and my ship being brought under investigation, maybe if you weren’t all drunks, or out whoring all the live long day, or you actually knew how to captain a goddamned ship, you would be spending your coin rather than watching me roll around in mine.” Celeste forcefully pushed the chair from underneath herself, not bothering to correct her dress this time. “now if you’ll excuse me, I have far better things to do with my time, like watching paint dry.” she hatefully spat before walking the short distance to the door and ultimately deciding that slamming it was her best course of action.

Pike laughed so weakly that it could have been mistaken for nasty chest infection, “see?” he pointed to the still rattling door, “this is why women can’t be in charge of anything, they are far too emotional” he said stroking the gruff on his chin.

Vane took everyone by surprise when he also abruptly stood, stubbing the end of his cigar out directly onto the table, avoiding the ash tray, “I suggest you shut the fuck up” his low gruff voice bellowed out before he too made his way to the door, leaving everyone else with a look of confusion on their faces. Eleanor knew that the two had a history, but she assumed that they would either pretend it never happened or Celeste would be the bigger person and not let his often-relentless teasing get the better of her, looks like she was wrong.

Celeste practically ran down the steps of the tavern wanting nothing more then to seek the safety of her nice cool cabin on her ship, surrounded by people who she can somewhat tolerate. At least her cabin had a bolt on the door, as Celeste marched through the maze of people and reached the street, she felt eyes boring into her. She had a pretty good idea of who it was which was why she was gradually picking up her pace. Celeste couldn’t deal this this right now, or ever to be perfectly honest, so she kept her pace until the beach came into sight. The heat at this point was almost unbearable and the layered long black dress was not helping the situation. She gathered the ends of her dress, exposing her bare legs, before jumping down off of the dock and onto the white hot sand.

Or the beach is where you can really see the split of people in Nassau as only Pirates dared show their faces down there, which made Celeste, who was a woman, a bit of a rarity. The only thing she hated more that Charles Vane was this beach, with all of its vagrants and criminals, however it was the only way back to her ship, so it was a necessary evil. Weaving in and out of the makeshift tents she eventually broke their density and to made it out to hear the gentle lapping of the sea against the sand.

Celeste could feel a mass amount of eyes piercing her figure as she shielded her own with her hand from the blazing sun. she ignored them like she always did and tried to locate her second in command Rosabelle who should have been waiting with their rowboat along with two of her most trusted men, Felix and Jack. No luck however, and she soon realized that they was barely anyone this far down the beach, not a single person was rowing out to the larger ships in port.

What the fuck is going on?

Slowly, Celeste turned her body to look to the left of her to inspect the rest of the beach, but she really wished she hadn’t. Stood there was Vane, both of his hands perched upon his hips has he squinted his ice blue eyes towards her, a smirk pressed against his lips. “Hello, Love. Its been a while.” His gruff voice spoke as he took a view steps closer, Celeste did not move, not under any circumstances. She was not going to be bullied by him a she certainly wasn’t going to give in to him. She would rather die.

She glared at him, “Not nearly long enough” she spat as she pushed past his broad shoulder as bolted past him. He wasn’t about to let her leave him standing on this beach, again, so he sharply turned and grasped onto her wrist. She jumped out of instinct and mentally scolded herself for doing so. She tried ripping her arm from her grasp but when she kept failing she began to walk again and to her surprise he didn’t try to stop her, instead he followed her like a child until they were back at the top of the beach.

“What the fuck do you want Vane, let me fucking go” Celeste shouted as she spun around to face him. Pushing him against a wall on one of the unsuspecting houses that lined the beach. Celeste had pushed him with just enough force for him to to let go of her wrist. A smile broke through on to his face, not a smirk but a genuine smile. This caused Celeste to immediately let go of his chest and retreat back a few steps before walking away again.

“You really must let your petty anger go love, its not attractive” vane said, hot on Celestes heals as she darted in and out of the various merchants. Celeste was not really sure what he was planning to gain from making her angry and though she hated to admit it was almost working.

“Its not attractive?, oh heaven forbid, will the gods ever forgive me?” she seethed as she quickened her pace anxious to escape Vane. This is why she didn’t want to see him again, he was being insufferable and didn’t show any signs of letting up soon.

Vane chuckled as he darted in front of her,quite effectively stopping her in the middle of the street., “neither is sarcasm” Celeste was finding it very difficult to not punch the man straight in the face, but she knew that would do little to nothing to change if persistency.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think of me Vane” Finally and totally stopping to move around him because it was basically pointless. Obviously her old find had something on his mind and he wasn’t about to let Celeste skip out of town until she had heard it.

Vane clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly,“I highly doubt that” he said.

Unbeknownst to the squabbling pair below, Jack Rackam and Anne Bonny we’re watching in amusement from the balcony of an ale house directly opposite from them.

Jack let out a laugh as he leaned on the weathered wood of the railing as he cradled a half filled bottle in his hand. “ Oh Christ, is that Celeste Guthrie with Captain?” He questioned as he lightly lurched forward to get a better look. “ She does not look happy to say the least.”

“ She never looks happy, part of her’ charm” Anne said as she settled next to him, staring at the pair who had finally stopped.

Jack turned to Anne with a look of realisation on his drunken face. “ That’s right, you were a member of her crew a few years back if I’m not mistaken”, Anne rolled her eyes. “ How was that experience my love? Is it true that their are only down on their luck women to man the ship?” He stopped for a second before turning to gage his partners current mood before deeming that it was safe enough to carry on. “That hardly seems practical.”

“Hey Captain, ive been looking everywhere for you” Celeste whipped her head to see the extremely concerned look on Rosabelles pale face.

“oh thank god, Rosabelle, what is it?”

“you should probably just come and see this”

Various things were running through Celestes mind as she and her second in command lead her through the bustling streets of Nassau. However she was just happy to be rid of Vane. To be perfectly honest she hadn’t expected him to hound her like he had done.

Rosabelle led Celeste right back to the tavern, much to her dismay. Celeste could her sister pacing anxiously.

“What do you want now?” Celeste called out but was instantly taken aback when see saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

Elenor was wringing her hand in front of her “ it’s Aurora, she’s missing Celeste”

#charles vane x oc #celeste guthrie #captain vane #charles vane smut #charles vane x reader #blacksails #elenor guthrie

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seongpinkhwa · 6 years ago

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ik that you’ve all probably seen the posts about the fires down here in australia, but just in case, i’m gonna rant bc this is something that is really pissing me off. scott morrison (our prime minister) can go choke on his money for all i care. about A QUATER of our fucking population is under catastrophic fire danger right now. currently, in one of our states called new south wales, there are over 70 fires raging. and 43 are out of control. oh and here’s an important tidbit of information: its spring. springtime. springtime is NOTHING compared to the sweltering, dry summers approaching that are perfect recipes for a literal disaster. and here’s when i get angry and start ranting. OUR GOVERNMENT, OUR COMPLETELY USELESS GOVERNMENT, HAS ENFORCED A WHOLE FUCKING BUNCH OF BUDGET CUTS ON OUR FIRE DEPARTMENTS. IN THE MIDST OF AN OUTBREAK OF FIRES. im so so so sick of these people acting like they know what theyre talking about. they dish out promises like nobody's business, they assure us that they will do their best when theyre elected, and all of us believe them because we need somewhere to put our faith in. they tell us, "elect us and we'll help you" and now that we've upheld our end of the deal, they're giving up on theirs. when. will. they. learn. that. action. needs. to. take. place. our country is going up in ashes and now its OUR responsibility, the mediocre second class-men, to spread awareness and search for a solution for this instead of the people who have the power. the people whose words go out to millions, the people whose decisions influence the entire country. these are the people with the billions of dollars and the ability to get results and yet they sit back and tweet. you idiots. you fucking morons. WE tweet because we're not capable of doing anything else. WE make blogs and post, WE send links to our followers to inform them because that is all we can do. we dont have billions of dollars to help out or a party that is in government rn. our WONDERFUL fucking prime minister, with all his cash and power, is apparently only capable of writing up a short tweet sending his “thoughts and prayers” to victims. hey dickhead, guess what, THAT DOESNT HELP. YOUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS DONT GIVE PEOPLE’S FAMILIES BACK, OR THEIR HOMES BACK, OR THEIR VALUABLES BACK. THESE PEOPLE HAVE GONE THROUGH TRAGEDIES, THEY HAVE LOST ALMOST EVERYTHING, AND ALL THAT YOU, OUR PRIME MINISTER, THE MAN RESPONSIBLE FOR OUR WELLBEING, CAN DO IS TWEET. OUR EAST COAST IS TURNING INTO A JONAS BROTHERS SONG AND ALL YOU ARE DOING IS SITTING BACK AND HIDING BEHIND YOUR MONEY.

to be perfectly honest, i have no idea what to do. this is the only thing i can do, showing people how fucked up this situation is. and it shouldn’t be my responsibility yet here i am, along with so many other people online, trying desperately to raise awareness for the ridiculous conditions of one of the most developed countries in the world. scott morrison has had his chance. now we need someone actually willing to help out.

if you can, please help our fire departments out because god knows we need it.

https://www.rfs.nsw.gov.au/volunteer/support-your-local-brigade

go to this link and donate, or if you can’t, spread the awareness. thank you.

#scomo #auspol

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thewritingstar · 5 years ago

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Brickercup: End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.

First time writing for them lol. But why are they the xmas ship? Green and red? haha. Just some family fluff and some butchubbles too because i can.

Hope you enjoy!!

Tag list: @shellielyzabeth @over-under-through1 (if you wanna be added to the list just go to my tag list post :) )

Rated: T

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She always thought her death would be a remarkable one. It would be seen on tvs across the world as she took her last breath defending the city she loved. They would build statues in her honor and have awards in her name. It would be bloody, cruel and down right horrific. But it would be in the name sake of her duty.

She could see it now. The swell of the beast, too powerful even for her. Its fist would come crashing down and as she flew to blow it to shreds with her sisters by her side, it would fall and die with a creaky scream as her body floated to the pavement and she smiled knowing she saved the world one last time.

A worthy death for one of the greatest heroes in the world.

Instead she was trapped in a deflating bounce house that had too much money on the security deposit to damage it.

The plastic shrunk slowly. An annoying sound buzzing from it as the walls collapsed fast. You would think that two powerful beings could manage to get out of it, but at last, they were ambushed.

The stickiness made her uncomfortable as it caved around her body and of course it didn’t help that her husband's leg was thrown over her stomach.

“Could you move your leg before I blast it to pieces?” She shouted over the sound of high pitched deflating.

She could hear him grumble. “If I could I would woman!”

This was all his fault. If he learned how to say no to his darling little five year old, they wouldn't be trapped in the sweltering heat trying to free themselves from this hell hole prison. But no. Little Blair had to get her way.

“Momma please! Please can I have a pretty pony bouncy castle!” She was floating and batting her eyelashes but Buttercup knew better.

It was going to be way too hot for an outside birthday but after she flew straight to daddys office and smiled, she was being carried in the arms of her husband and he had already rented the finest bouncy castle around. Not even Princess’s son would have it.

Plus they had a pool so they could just toss the kids who complained about the heat into it.

“Learn how to say no Jojo.” She said to him as she twisted her arm to lift up the plastic off her face. The giant eye of a blue pony stared at her through the netting making her shiver.

His face was flush to the ground by now and he pushed himself up, accidentally kicking his wife's shin in the process. “You could have said something! Fuck! Wake her up from her nap and get her ass out here to plug it in.”

“Oh yeah, why don’t you just sonic scream at her and make her cry?” They knew better than to wake up a sleeping Blair. Oh no the temper of a red and green mixed together was more than anyone could handle.

Buttercup was thankful in this moment that they only had one kid. That’s all they needed right now.

Brick fell silent at this. “Great now we are stuck.” he mumbled as all the air went out.

“End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.” She said as she slapped his ass.

“Hey paws off the merchandise.”

“You weren’t saying that a second ago.” She said smugly.

He turned his head to glare at her. “That was before this dumb thing decided to eat us alive.” He frowned. “Ruined the fucking mood.” He mumbled the last part.

“Quit being a baby and crawl Brick. I think I’m gonna pass out and you’re closer to the door.” She tried to fan herself. This is the karma she got for making out with her husband in this thing. To be fair, she was making sure it blew up properly and he tackled her, don’t get it twisted.

“We have powers and yet I am being humiliated by some god damn toy!” She could see the red spark igniting in from his fist.

Buttercup moved again, arm scraping across the bright pink flooring. “You’re the one who got this and unless you wanna tell our daughter why her pony castle is blasted to shreds, you are going to get us out of here or so help me.”

He mumbled something she couldn't make out and finally his leg was off of her. Thank goodness. He managed to crawl towards the door using one of his arms to hold up the plastic and the other to guide him to freedom. She followed after him making sure he didn’t stop and accidentally slam his ass into her face.

He reached the door first, eye widening as he stared at the entrance to this horror show.

“Uh babe?”

“What?” She still needed to finish cutting the fruit and getting the tables set up.

“Did you lock us in here?”

She finally managed to crawl to the door next to him. “Why the fuck would I-.” Her eyes narrowing on the door. “Brick?”

“Yeah.” He raised his brows.

“The zipper.”

“I know.”

“It’s on the outside.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why would you ask if I zipped it?” Her voice was full of confusion.

They looked at each other then back to the door. “If you didn’t zip it.”

“And you didn’t either.” Buttercup’s eyes widened.

“Then who?” Their voices were in unison.

Then they heard it. That sweet innocent giggle. All of a sudden the face of their five year old birthday girl was pressed against the door. Her smile was blinding and those dazzling red eyes sparkled with mischief.

“We got you mamma and daddy.” She smiled proudly.

“Blair, honey. Did you unplug the blow up?” Buttercup asked sweetly and she nodded her head, whipping her black hair that was pulling into ponytails.

“We thought you were napping.” Brick said. His face became scrunched with confusion. “Wait what do you mean we?”

In a flash their daughter was picked up by a pair of arms as she sprouted another laugh.

“She means me duh.” The voice came and Buttercup tilted her head up to see a wicked grin and a pair of deep emerald eyes. The same devious smirk was plastered on his face.

Buttercup gritted her teeth. “Butch you have five seconds to let us out or I swear-”

“Ohh I’m so scared. Look Ruby, mom's mad.” He snickered to the little girl who was trying to hide her own laugh.

“Shes mad at you Uncle Butch, this was your idea.” Blair giggled.

“Hey don’t rat me out. Tell them it was the wind.”

Brick glared at him. “Don’t teach my kid how to lie.”

“You’re right bro, she’ll learn it from the king himself.” He winked.

Buttercup matched her husband's expression. “Blair, be a good girl and let us out or no cake.”

Those bright red eyes held fear as the threat of no cake came. She grabbed her uncle’s face, tears brimming her water line. “No cake!” She gasped and flew out of Butch’s arms to the door, pulling desperately on the zipper. “I want my cake!” Blair practically growled and soon her parents were free.

Buttercup scooped up her little girl and brought her towards the house, meanwhile Brick was just fuming at his younger brother.

“What the hell man?”

“That's what you deserve for being nasty.” Butch glared at Brick.

Brick rolled his eyes and pushed past him to plug it back in. The huge ponies came to life as they began to fill with air.

“Oh please like you wouldn’t do that same thing.”

Butch fake scoffed. “I wouldn’t. My wife would be nake-”

“SHUT UP!”

“I’m sorry momma.” Blair smiled softly. “But Uncle Butch made me.” She defended.

Buttercup only laughed and kissed her head. “I know sweetheart. Now your dad is gonna set your castle up and i'm going to finish up in the kitchen.”

“What should I do?” Blair asked.

Buttercup looked over at Brick and Butch before grinning.

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“I can’t believe you were stuck.” Bubbles laughed as she placed the last of the snacks on the table.

Buttercup only rolled her eyes before popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Well it’s all your husband’s fault.”

Another giggle came from the blonde. “Oh I'm sure you’ll find a way to get him back.” She waved her hand before handing a berry to her one year old, Beck.

“Oh I did.” Buttercup laughed and Bubbles shrugged.

“HEY RUBY PUT ME DOWN!” A shout came from outside and the girls looked to see Butch being held up by his niece.

She gave a laugh before throwing him down into the pool. A giant splash coming from the water as she turned and skipped towards her dad acting like she had done nothing.

“See, got him back.” Bubbles said as she watched her husband claw his way out of the pool with a scowl.

“Serves him right, I almost died.”

Bubbles picked up her baby carrying him over to the window to see Butch chasing Blair and Brick on the ground laughing. “Well Butch caught you two so he probably wanted to mess with you.”

“It’s not like we were doing anything! Besides, you two would do way worse, you nasties.” Buttercup made a fake throwing up sound as she watched Blair throw Butch back into the pool. “I should have her throw you in too.”

Bubbles slapped her arm playfully. “You wouldn’t have your daughter throw a pregnant woman.” She gestured to her baby bump.

“Like I said, nasty. Butch couldn’t wait five minutes before knocking you up again, geez.”

Bubbles smirked and opened up the sliding glass door. “Blair darling come through your mother in the pool she’s being mean.”

“Throw your dad in.” Buttercup yelled as she brought out the cake. “Im busy.”

They heard another yell and another splash. “And there goes Brick.” Bubbles laughed.

“That's my girl.”

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hope you liked it

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leechanluvbot · 6 years ago

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Make A Splash! | Boo Seungkwan

Maybe nearly drowning in the wave pool at Typhoon Lagoon wasn’t the highlight of your day, but finally talking to the cute lifeguard on duty sure was.

Part 1/13 of the Disney w/ SVT series! | masterlist here

Genre: fluff, mini bit of angst, non idol!SVT, Seungkwan x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drowning and mini panic attack

Recommended song: Candle Light - NCT Dream

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Summer in Florida was especially hot this year

You and your friends were dying for a day off of this sweltering temperature

So your close friend, Jennie, came up with a plan to beat this heat for one day at your house

“I’m so boredddd” Jiyho groaned, throwing her phone somewhere behind her

Your barely glanced up from your book that you were reading

“Go eat a popsicle or something then” you mumbled

“Boooo I don’t like your tone,” Jiyho yelled back

“I wanna do something fun for once! Like there gotta be something we can do”

“Idea!” Jennie said sitting up quickly from your bed she was sitting on

“Lets go to the waterpark!”

“Oh my gOD I haven’t been in years, y/n can we go??”

You looked between the two rowdy girls, contemplating this idea

I mean, what was there to loose? You loved the water and going to a waterpark genuinely sounded fun

Except for the fact you were not a strong swimmer

You figured you would still go to swim, but nothing too crazy

You threw your book down and stood up

“Fuck it, lets go”

An hour later, you and ur girlies drove over to the closest waterpark

Typhoon Lagoon

“I haven’t been in years!” Jiyho said as you passed through the gates

“I wonder whats changed.”

Leaning back in the front seat, you also wondered the same thing

After spending a shit ton of money JUST TO GET IN i’m big mad about the one day pass like tf

Y’all found seats near the water to sunbathe 🤩🤩

Laying out your stuff, you just happened to look up for a second

And thought you had had developed sun stroke and went to heaven

Cause w h o was that fine ass angel in the lifeguard tower??

And apparently you said this out loud cause your friends immediately whipped their heads to check him out

“He is cute” Jiyho whispered “Do you think he’s available?”she questioned, to which Jennie smacked her

“Eyy y/n called dibs relaxed” Jennie grumbled

But you weren’t listening

You were too focused on staring burning holes into that beautiful boy’s back

y/n stop being whipped challenge: failed

You immediately made a pact with your friends to try and get this cute boy’s attention at all cost today

When he wasn’t busy that is!!! please don’t try to distract a working lifeguard

Standing up straighter and smiling while sending little glances up at the chair, mission get y/n their man was a go 🤪👊🏼

Meanwhile, Seungkwan was bored™️

There was little to do at Disney, since everything was pretty much baby-proofed

expect for the wave pool, where he was currently stationed

The amount of dumb tourists that were knocked down by waves and then proceeded to come to him to complain when it is literally called a wave pool was frustrating to say the least

Like he’s supposed to be on duty, what is he supposed to do, fight the pool? headass 🗿

So whlle he was grilling away in the heat, he decided to people watch

his personal talent

And his eyes landed on you and your rowdy friends

Mentally groaning to himself, he sat up straighter to make sure to keep extra watch on your group

It was always the rowdy groups that caused the most trouble

Trying to not make it so obivous he was babysitting your group from far away, he only took sparring glances at your and your friends

Meaning he missed the signals you sent to him to,,, “flirt” if you can even call it that

Which was frustrating,, to say the least

So with you growing more and more unconfident in making Kwannie turn, your friends immediately knew what they had to do when they got to the deeper part o the wave pool

Which was faking you drowning

Sounds kinda desperate but how else were you gonna get his attention?? he’s a working man

Jennie cleared her throat after sending Jiyho a look

“Hey y/n, lets go in deeper!”

You immediately got nervous with that

“I don’t know guys,,, its already pretty strong over here, and its barely up to our thighs,,,”

Jiyho just waved it off “You’ll be fine, you have us to hold you up<” Jiyho started

“And if anything goes wrong, mr cute over there can hold you up ;)))”

“Y’all better not be planning my funeral” you warned wearly as they dragged you deeper into the water

Jennie + Jiyho: “Don’t worry!! You’ll live”

Watching you being dragged over to the deep end of the pool, Seungkwan started to really focus on you guys

Only to be blocked by Chan who stood in front of him

“Hyung, you can take break now, I got it” the younger boy stated

“Give me a couple more minutes” he muttered, eyes never leaving you and your friends

Chan followed his gaze over to the pool, where you were currently being dragged into shoulder height

“Ah! do you like one of them or something?” Chan said loudly

Seungkwan opened his mouth to say something when he heard a loud shout from the pool

Just as he thought, it was you that went under the waves

He cursed to himself, shoving Chan out of the way

“Move fathead, I got this” he grunted before sprinting over to the scene

Chan, ten seconds later: “fATHEAD?? BITCH-”

Meanwhile during that short talk, you were trying to break free from your friends

“Guy I really don’t feel comfortable anymore, we’re almost over our heads!” you called, but they weren’t listening anymore

Struggling to break free, you coincidentally didn’t see the rather large wave coming towards you and your friends

“Here we go!” Jennie shouted gleefully, as the wave crashed into the three of you

Not expecting it, you took in a large gasp of pool water while under there, and were failing after Jennie and Jiyho let go of you

Panicking as if you forgot how to swim, your body completely went into fight or flight mode and you started to flail

This in turn, made things worse

Just as your boy was about to completely knock out from sheer terror, a strong grip grabbed your arm and yanked you up

Sputtering and thinking it was Jennie you turned to give her a piece of your mind

Instead you found yourself being dragged to the land with a concerned Jennie and a near tears Jiyho behind you, the two apologizing profusely

Putting two and two together you slowly turned to see none other that the cute lifeguard from before,,, shit 🗿

Finally hitting ground where you could stand you gently pried your arm out of his grip

“I-I can stand from here,, but t-thank you for all your help,,,” you said awkwardly

He turned and gave you a hard look

Expecting him to yell a you, you prepared for the worst

But wasn’t expecting his reaction “It’s my job” Seungkwan said with a laugh, “Are you in need of any other assistance now that you have my attention?”

This was the opportunity you friends had been waiting on

“Actually yes!!” Jiyho started, briskly walking over to you two

“She’s still a little weak on her feet, could you maybe help her??”

And guess what

THE BITCH SHOVED YOU

SHOVED YOUR WHOLE BODY ON SEUNGKWAN HJDKDF

BRUH IF IT WANS’T BAD ENOUGH-- THE GIRL DON’T QUIT 🗿

Seungkwan, as if he was expecting it, caught your flying body before you knocked the two of you over

“Careful now, you did nearly swallow the whole pool” he joked

“Watch it” you said gently hitting his arm

As unprofessional as it was, Seungkwan couldn’t help but admit that you were really pretty,,,

He couldn’t really tell from afar and underwater, but damn

Boy was: whipped

SO he was gonna try and milk any time he could have with you

“Maybe we should have you checked out, just to make sure” he said

“YES! She would love that!” Jihyo blurted, making you turn pink

Smooth Jiyho. 10/10

“O-oh? Your face is turning red,” Seungkwan said, feigning ignorance. “ I think we should at least give you sunscreen or a some water.”

So with that said, he took you over to one of the huts selling drinks and bought you one

“Wait-” you started but he raised a hand.

“No need,” he said with a smile. “After all, it’s my job.”

“At least let me pay you back somehow,,” You said ”I feel bad that you saved me and bought me water.”

“Just your name with be enough” smooth, Kwan

“It’s y/n” you said, sticking your hand out. “And you? What’s yours? Or should I keep calling you the cute lifeguard that saved my life?”

Now its Seungkwan’s turned to be flustered uwu

“I’m Seungkwan. But cute lifeguard works too,,,”

After returning to our friends with your water and a comfortable silence between you and Seungkwan, you turned to him

“When’s your next break? Maybe,,, if you want company,, I can chill with you while they go swim?” you questioned bashfully

“I would love that”

During his short yet sweet break, you guys got to know each other better

Seungkwan tried to finesse the system and tried to make Chan take his second shift

“Im helping the poor soul who nearly drowned! D R OW N E D, Chan. I’m in a therapy session right now shut up”

Chan, not having it: Shut up bitch- IF YOU THINK FOR A SECOND YOU’RE GETTING OFF FOR CALLING ME FATHEAD 😤

RIP Seungkwan

Later, as you were finally leaving the pool, Seungkwan jogged up to you stopped you yet again

“Wait!” He said, nearly out of great from running from his shift

“I know it’s a little early but, can I get your number?”

*Cue internal screeching*

“S-sure!” And with that the two of you shot each other a quick text so the other would have the number saved

As you sat in the car talking to the two troublemakers up front, your phone dinged once more

Cute lifeguard 😊💞: hey, when can I see you again?

You nearly made Jennie crash the car after the scream you let out LMAOO

And once you told the girls, they screamed too DBDJDB

Texting back quickly you responded with:

You: I’m free Friday night, if you wanted to catch the Disney fireworks?

Cute lifeguard 😊💞: works for me! See you then! 😆

BRO WHO LET BOO SEUNGKWAN BE THIS CUTE

me that’s who 🤪

Putting the phone down and grinning, you couldn’t help but be excited for whatever was next to come with you and Seungkwan

Who knows, maybe this summer will be a memorable one with a boyfriend?? Only time would tell ;))

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harrieatthemet · 7 years ago

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hi im soo in love w ur writing its an obsession 🖤 do u think u could do a thing where harry and y/n broke up a few years ago but they see each other again and they miss what they had and want to get back together?

hope you LOVE IT because I DO!

The heat is swallowing him whole. The collar on his dress shirt is starting to stick to the back of his neck, as it begins to feel more and more like it’s suffocating him. He’s wondering if anyone else is as bothered by the sweltering heat, if there’s anyone else sitting in the crowd splayed out in front of him as hair sticking to the front of their forehead, if they feel like they’re sitting in a literal bowl of soup.

He’s almost tempted to ask the man in front of him, the one tucked beneath a suit jacket identical to his. He wants to know if that coat feels a tad bit heavier than it did earlier on today, if it’s just him or if the rest of the groomsmen felt the same way. It’s probably visible how uncomfortable he looks, as he tugs at the sleeves of his jacket every now and again, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, all while trying to discreetly dab away the little beads of sweat assembling at his hairline.

It’s an all in effort when he tries to focus on something else, to keep from over obsessing about the heat, to avoid wondering if his hair ha completely matted itself to his forehead yet. His eyes do a quick one over of all the guests in attendance, smiling at the faces he recognizes. It’s a quaint event, very intimate, as there isn’t too many people there. It’s a small crowd, mostly family with a few close friends of the bride and groom sprinkled in. So he’s not sure how he missed you the first time.

It’s not until what he believes to be the fourth glaze over the formally dressed audience, that he sees you. Tucked away in the back, sat beside a friend of yours he had deemed as familiar. At first he’s convinced he’s seeing things, that the heat has finally done away with him and that he was so utterly dehydrated that he’s having hallucinations. But it’s clear that it’s real, you’re real, as you sit sweetly with your legs crossed. He likes that color on you, always has, a mute yellow shade that seems to flatter you quite well.

Surely you know he’s here. Of course you know he’s here, why wouldn’t he be? It’s his friend that’s getting married, after all. But he remembers that your a friend of the couple as well, which is how the two of you managed to end up in the same place after a little over 5 years. It’s not that he had forgotten about how pleasing it was to look at you, maybe in this case, stare. More often than not you tended to cross his mind, regardless of how hard he tried to avoid the idea of you altogether. It’d just been a while since he had the privilege of getting to gawk, in person, instead of staring at a photo through a cracked iPhone screen.

“S’that Harry?” Your friend is doing her best at a hushed whisper, though she shoots an apologetic smile when the man in front of her turns to give her a glare.

“Oh,” you sigh, “yeah, guess it is.”

She sarcastically rolls her eyes, mimicking you beneath her breath as she goes to trail her eyes back on the bride. Your bleakness is nothing more than just a decoy, because the very moment you’d caught sight of him up there, tie sloppily done because he has always just been so awful with those, the internal screaming concurring within you was enough to send your head spinning. But you were keen on not letting yourself stare, as you’d be sure to steady your eyes and keep your focus maintained any direction opposite of Harry’s. And, you thought to yourself, you were seated in one of the furthest rows back, so it was slim to none that he’d spotted you so hurriedly.

But how foolish of you to be so quick to assume. Of course he’d spot you so soon, so easily. It didn’t matter how much time would ever pass without the two of you crossing paths, spotting you amongst a crowd was such a simple task for him, it was almost second nature. He knew you were keeping yourself from meeting his gaze, because during the vows he’d peek over at you, doing his best to remain subtle, just to steal another quick peek. And he was almost sure that you’d felt him glancing over every couple minutes, positive that by now, you were well aware of his eyes boring into you. And you were, though you continued to look straight on, smiling softly as you watched the couple exchange rings. Though you broke away, only for a moment, when you were under the impression that he had pulled his gaze back to where it should have been focused in the first place. But you were wrong, and your stare had finally met his. To which, he smiled, discreetly, though it was genuine, even a little excited. It was like he had been waiting for most of the ceremony for you to finally just fucking look at hi. And once you did, you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach, the one you had gone without for a while. You’re quick to return the favor, smiling shyly before awkwardly waving a hand. And your eyebrows furrow right after, as you try to figure out why the fuck the wave was necessary. But he only chuckles, lowly and quietly, biting back on his lip before his stare wanders off again.

He doesn’t head over to the reception with much else on his mind, aside from trying to locate you in the hustle and bustle of moving people. It’s hard to hear over the live band, drown out the noise of obnoxious laughter and loud banter. He’s left with his eyes, and they’re feverishly coursing throughout the outdoor reception tent as he tries to knit pick the frenzy of people for a particular familiar face.

And his determination is put off when a drink is slipped into his hand, a friendly pat on the back abruptly given to him as he’s greeted by a pal of his. In which, he feels obligated to stay and chat here now, about nothing really in particular. A lot of it is just chit chat, some about his career, some about other things he can’t quite commit his attention to. But it drags on, somehow, regardless of here meekness and his short, one-worded answers. He’s doing his best to be polite, he is, but he’s got other things he’d rather be doing than talking about the European leg of his tour.

It’s not until an hour later that’s he free of small talk hell, releasing an exasperated breath before slinking off to grab a well deserved drink. His empty cup is sat between his index and ring finger, as he traipses over to where the bar’s set up whilst humming along to whatever tune the band is playing. And he’s about halfway up there when he gets a glimpse of a familiar dress, a yellow one in specific.

“Thought yeh did th’dip on me.” His voice is silvery, tone lighthearted, and you don’t even need to see him to know he’s got a smirk on his face.

He feels his chest go tight and his throat get dry when he watches you twirl to face him. Everything is exactly how he left it, how he so vividly remembered, and it’s making him feel so at ease and so comforted to know that you hadn’t gone and changed on him. The smile on your face is sweet, it’s warm, so infectious that now he’s smiling like a dork because he just can’t help it.

“Took you long enough t’find me.” You tease, sighing sweetly when he goes to invite you for a hug.

And he smells exactly the same. A familiar trace of cologne comes floating in through your nostrils, and you try to be low key and when you take a deep inhale to savor the familiar smell. The hint of mint gum follows not long after, and it nearly makes you wanna stay in this hug forever. But you don’t know that he feels the same way, an overwhelming sense of homeliness coursing throughout him as he inhales your vanilla scented body spray, trying to refrain from nestling his head into the crook of your neck, like he used to.

“See you still can’t properly do a tie.” You giggle, and he glances down at the poorly done up bow tie on his collar.

“‘Nd I see yeh still don’t like wearing heels.” And now you’re looking down at your open toed sandals, smirking before you nudge his shoulder.

It’s weird how you still have this affect on him, how he can stand here in a room filled with plenty of other people, yet he can’t seem to realize that. Feels like it’s just you and him, not that he minds. Talking with you is a like a sigh of relief, because he’s wanted to for a while now, since he had last seen you, he just never knew how to go about actually doing it. You still laugh at all his jokes, even if it is out of pity, and again, he doesn’t mind. His face can’t ever get sore, no matter how hard he’s smiling, when he hears that laugh of yours. He let’s you go on about your job, what you’ve been up to. And he’s completely zeroed in on the conversation, careful to not miss a word.

“Y’gonna step on my toes? Like y’always did?” He grimaces at the roll of your eyes, resisting the urge to place a kiss to your forehead.

He’s, honestly, surprised you’d agreed to dance with him. And he didn’t care that, upon your request, it was only for one song. He didn’t care to be the only groomsmen that sat this one out, didn’t wanna be the one sitting at the table with a glass of wine while the rest of the wedding party had a dance. He’s just happy to have you a little close to him, hands on his shoulder, as he’s snickering at the joke you made about how the bride’s brother was already a little too drunk. It feels like you’d never left, like he hadn’t just gone and did the past 5 years without you. It feels normal.

“Looks like y’got a little better,” he cajoles, “m’toes aren’t throbbing in pain yet.”

“Well it’s been a couple years,” you laugh, “had some time to work on my craft.”

And though he smiles, laughs lightly along with you, he doesn’t need to be painfully reminded of the time apart. In fact, it triggers him to start wondering why there was even time apart to begin with. He’s a little stubborn, no doubt about it, and right now he’s kicking himself for being that way. Why he wouldn’t have just swallowed his pride and picked up the phone earlier, he’ll never know. Everything feels a little easier with you, calmer and just simplicity soothing. He’s always known that, he’s just merely being reminded of that right now, as you inch your body a little closer to his.

There’s a very obvious, and prominent, frown etching itself onto his face when the band winds down. Your hands slink off of his shoulders, and you’re stepping back a little, wishing he’d coaxed you into agreeing to two songs instead of only one. Because one just didn’t feel like enough.

“Where y’off to now?” He’s watching you fidget with the top of your dress, knees nearly giving in on him when you peer up to smile at him.

“M’leaving,” you shrug, “have t’fly some where for work tomorrow.”

“Oh.” The word comes off in an apologetic tone, as he lets out a sigh.

“But before I’m off,” you murmur, hands maneuvering their way back to his chest, “can’t leave you looking like this, with a messy bow tie.”

It’s a very small gesture, your nimble fingers fumbling with the material of his tie to try and get it the right way. He knows it’s not a big deal, knows that you’re just polite, always have been. But it feels like more than a gesture. And he’s thinking that maybe you’re just looking for a reason to linger around in his presence a moment longer, angling for an excuse to be able to touch him. Which, you are.

“M’I not gonna see yeh for another five years?” He asks, your hand patting the tie before you go to look up at him again.

“You still have my phone number, don’t you?”

“Do you still have mine?”

He probably shouldn’t have asked, because if you said no, he thought he’d might throw up. You’re not sure what angle he’s working, and you too are hoping he hasn’t gone and erased your phone number out of spite.

“Of course.” You giggle, and he can finally breath right again.

“I don’t think I can go another five years not seeing yeh.” He confesses, and the conversation has rerouted to a more serious tone.

“Couldn’t even do four?” You’re teasing is a mechanism to lighten the context, but it doesn’t work well.

“Couldn’t even do a week.” You’re going to slide your hand from the collar of his shirt, to retreat it back to his side, but he catches it with his own to keep it there.

He’s sick of hinting on by now, and you’re through playing oblivious. His hand is resting atop yours, his thumb stroking the side of yours, as he waits for you to just fucking say something. You’re a little caught off guars, only a little, but you’re not gonna object either. Because even a week feels like a lifetime, the longer you think about it.

“Then don’t.”

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mtngirlforever · 7 years ago

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My Little Man ch. 3

I hope you are enjoying and will leave me your thoughts. Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from my tag list. Please leave me your thoughts; my muse thrives on feedback.

Tagging: @jodiereedus22 @cole-winchester @hyphymanatee @blogsporadicartist @infinitewcr @daddys-little-princess67 @irreplaceable-spacexual @risingphoenix761 @momc95 *these will be two separate scenes showing Emma and Daryl after their chance meeting, but they will have happened simultaneously leading up to the ending event*

Ryker wasn’t a bad baby. He fussed some when he was hungry and needed a diaper change. He slept for almost three hours at a time, and you found adjusting to little sleep to not be as hard as you thought. He hated the car seat, but thankfully you didn’t have to use it much. Ryker thankfully still didn’t look anything like his dad, and you found you loved your little boy more than you’d ever imagined. He completed you in ways you didn’t even know was possible.

You had found out real quick with an E.R. visit that Ry was allergic to soy, and you had to be careful what you ate. You were breastfeeding because you were really short on money and could barely afford diapers. You desperately needed to go back to work, but you didn’t have anyone to keep Ryker, and you couldn’t afford any daycares around. So when your boss called six weeks later in the middle of September and asked when you were returning, you couldn’t tell him. Which led to him telling you he wasn’t able to hold your position any longer, and he was going to hire someone.

Your landlord was on your ass the next week because you were now currently two months behind on rent. You tried begging him to give you a few more weeks to figure something out with Ryker and work, and he’d eventually relented. You had another month to come up with rent or you were going to be out on the street. You felt so defeated you weren’t sure what to do. Over the next week you tried to figure out how to make it all work, but you were drawing a blank.

It was on your return trip a few days later from getting a small pack of diapers that one of your neighbors stopped you. “You’re Emma right?” the older lady asked.

You nodded and readjusted Ryker in your arms.

“Some sheriff was ‘round here earlier asking questions ‘bout you. I didn’ tell ‘im anythin’ jus’ though’ you shoul’ know.”

You just nodded again feeling your body reacting in fear. “Thanks. For… not saying anything,” you said having gone completely pale.

“You a’right there girly?”

“Yea… Yes.. Yes I’m ok. Just...Just need to get this little one home,” you said with a grimace and a nod. The older lady just nodded, and you raced upstairs to your apartment. You locked the door and collapsed against it breathing heavy. Shane had found you and was looking around for you. You couldn’t let him find you or find out about Ryker.

You laid Ryker down as you tried to control your breathing. You couldn’t afford a panic attack at the moment. You knew the landlord was on the verge of kicking you out; you were now three months behind on rent with no money in sight. You’d spent what little bit of cash you’d saved on diapers recently, so you decided it might just be best to leave before Shane found you. You quickly threw all of your clothes and Ryker’s into duffle bags. Next you packed up diapers, wipes and other baby supplies. You had no idea where you were going to go, but you knew you couldn’t stay around here.

Over the next couple of days you gathered some food supplies, a tent, sleeping bags, blankets and pillows from your apartment. You packed your run down car and headed out of the city with no plan in mind but escaping.

Daryl had returned to normal life after his little encounter with the brown haired beauty with the baby. He thought of her occasionally, but for the most part, he was just surviving. He worked at a mechanic shop in town, and when he wasn’t at work, he was working on stuff around his house, his truck or his bike. His house wasn’t much; two beds and two baths on the outskirts of town with a couple of acres of land in the woods. He’d saved up to get it and he was happy with it. It was at least better than the shack he’d grown up in. Merle had stuck around for a week after Emma left, eating all of his food and draining his alcohol supply.

Word around town was that Merle was laying low because his clients were arrested not too long ago and he wasn’t sure if they’d flip on him or not. Daryl wouldn’t be surprised if that was the truth, but it still grated on him some that Merle was just once again using him. He found he liked himself better when his brother wasn’t around, but he had a hard time turning his back on him. Merle had done that to him countless times and he hated that feeling, so even though his brother more than deserved it, Daryl just couldn’t do it. By the end of the week, they’d had one of their explosive fights and Merle had taken off after leaving Daryl with a black eye and split lip.

Daryl wasn’t sure why he still put up with his brother’s shit other than the fact it was the only blood he had left. His ma had died when he was young leaving him with his bastard of a father and brother. Merle had tried to take most of the beatings when Daryl was younger, but once Daryl was in middle school, Merle joined up and left Daryl with the old man. Then Merle was arrested for punching out his superior and started his stints in jail. When he wasn’t in jail, he was so high he was useless to Daryl. The scars on his back still reminded him of what a bastard he’d grown up with and he tried to hide them as much as possible.

Daryl wasn’t worried about when Merle would show back up because he always did. It was just a matter of being prepared when he did. People around town talked about his black eye and split lip for the first few days like they always did, but eventually they went back to other people’s gossip. No one understood why Daryl still put with him. When Merle wasn’t around Daryl was mostly pleasant and would willingly help someone out, especially when it came to mechanical things. He was still gruff and people found it hard to be sociable with him, but at least he was helpful. Merle brought out a different side of him, and most people were glad to see Merle leave town again.

It was now the beginning of October and he’d not heard from Emma or his brother and he was strangely ok with it. He wasn’t sure what it was about Emma that she kept floating through his thoughts, but he was intrigued with her and her story; which was rare. Daryl didn’t do feelings or relationships so he wasn’t sure what was going on with his brain, but he couldn't help but find himself wondering how she and her little boy were doing. He also kinda wanted to know her story. Why was she so afraid and why was she in long sleeves in the middle of the sweltering summer heat and how’d she end up with a baby on her own? He knew if she was anything like him, it’d be a long, long time, on the verge of never before she’d ever answer his questions explaining her story.

The first Saturday in October he was off work and decided to go hunting. He’d been picking up as many shifts as possible knowing before long he’d hear from his brother and he needed to have extra money just in case. He was also finding himself thinking more and more about if Emma was safe, and he was needing to clear her from his mind. He hadn’t seen her in almost three months and he was really frustrated with himself that he kept thinking about her. He figured hunting would be his best bet. He grabbed his bow and headed out early. It was around noon when he saw the little tent near the creek as he was hunting. He felt the anger building in him as he thought about how someone would just invade his property like that. He stomped towards the tent with his crossbow raised and ready. “Come out!” he growled when he was standing in front of it.

You heard the gruff voice and tried to stop the fear from coursing through your body. You flashed back to the first time you’d heard it, and knew it was likely to be a repat. You strapped Ryker to you in a carrier and slowly unzipped the tent. You carefully tumbled out with your hands up and eyes wide not sure what he would be thinking.

“Emma?” he asked lowering the crossbow. It’d been near three months since he’d seen you and the baby. You knew you looked different than the last time you’d seen him, and Ryker was now bigger so you weren’t surprised by his confusion. You were just afraid enough that you couldn’t find your voice. You gave a nod wrapping your arms around the carrier. You knew you were taking a chance of running into him when you picked this place to set up your tent, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted to see him again. Something about him made you curious and feel safe even though you were very much on guard.

“Wha’re ya doin’ out her’ Emma?” he asked confusion written all over his face as he watched you.

“I uhh…. I uh… just wanted to be close to the creek for freshwater ya know? I didn’t… I didn’t mean to be on your property again,” you stumbled out as you rubbed your hands up and down the carrier to have something to do with your hands to keep them from shaking.

“I ain’ worried ‘bout tha’,” he grunted as a breeze rustled the leaves around them. “Why ya in tha’ tent to begin with?

“Oh,” you mumbled looking anywhere but at him. Daryl kept quiet waiting you out. “I uh… well…. I… I didn’t have anyone to keep Ry so I uh…. I couldn’t go back to work…. So… I… well… I lost my shitty apartment… and… and I had to get out of the city. I didn’t… I didn’t know where to go so I…. I got a tent and came here. It’s quiet and peaceful and no one… no one can find me,” you finished.

Daryl kicked some leaves towards you to get you to look at him. “Ya can’t stay out her’ Emma.” He saw your crestfallen face before he finished. “I’s gonna be too cold for you and a baby. You need shelter.”

“I… I don’t have anywhere,” you said quietly tears forming in your eyes against your will. Shane had seriously ruined your life, and now because of it you were being a terrible mother not protecting or providing properly for your baby.

“Start packin’. I’ll be back in thirty,” he said. You looked at him confused with your big tearfilled eyes and he just nodded. “Be packed,” he said before heading back into the woods. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking moving you and a baby into his house; he didn’t know you or your story, but he just knew he couldn’t leave y’all out there with winter coming.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd #twd fanfiction #au no zombies #my little man

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spotlightsaga · 8 years ago

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Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Drag Race (S09E07) 9021-HO Airdate: May 5, 2017 Ratings: 0.694 Million :: 0.3 18-49 Demo Share Score: 9/10 **********SPOILERS BELOW********** Ever had a really terrible day where your whole world is ripped apart? That was my day yesterday... And even though I've already watched '9021H0' & 'Ru Paul's Roast' (and purposefully have avoided writing reviews), I thought it was Friday... Or was wishing it was... As was like Please, GOD, get me home so I can watch these Drag Race bitches so they can lift me up, because lorrrrrd... I'm falling apart. I'm a struggling writer with two degrees taking whatever work I can get freelance writing, working at well known South Florida Bar on the weekends (and that job along with the 5 hour total commute a day through the dredges of Miami is killing me)... But Spotlight Saga is my baby, every dollar I make in everything goes to making this existential media online mag dream come true, and it is not cheap. I hate to turn this all about, 'ME ME ME ME MEEEEE' as Valentina would croon, but I gotta have my Alexis Michelle moments too and I really need my place where I can just let everything out and connect with you all... Avid fans of the show, readers of everything Spotlight Saga, and all the people at 'World of Wonder' and the contestants of the show that will see what I will say next. For almost two weeks, I have everyone in Miami saying, 'I'M ON SPEED TOO!', 96% have no idea what they're referencing but lawd, Trinity girl... And really all the contestants who made this episode such a success really have gotten me through a tough time through dealing with 3 deaths in the past week... And a sudden realization that my fight for Nina's treatment on the show was a reflection was something I was feeling at work and in life. I identify with you, Nina, because just like you, I'm talented, deal with with depression, and am a little bit crazy, girl. All your struggles that we see stripped down to the bone, especially on WOW's 'Untucked' don't go unnoticed. And I'm always here with open arms if you need me. You are beautiful, you are talented, and are going to get you some acting classes! Again, Drag Race & Untucked is my last living connection to the 'Gay World', and even though some of you shits send me death threats after I critique this show, it really is one of the only positive experiences in Gay Culture I have left. I love that we start out '9021HO' with the girls going back to the workroom, Alexis finally celebrating a well deserved win, Nina admitting her issues with getting in the way of her success, Shea Couleé delivering the 'I'ma lift you up in church and put you on the cross and crucify your ass if you don't do you and stop this mental block you throw up that keeps you from succeeding (Not only does Nina need to hear that, so do I - You are a perfection Shea), and Trinity 'The Tuck' Taylor giving us that true Floridian 'Another one down, now the real bitch can prove it's her town' Florida 'Suit of Armor' bit. Start your engine, mother fuckers... Ru enters the workroom and announces that Jenny Garth & Tori Spelling will be the guest judges for the upcoming challenge... And that the contestants will be transporting back to 1993 putting on their version of '9021HO'... Notable, because Farrah Moan announces that was the year he was born... Alex's face is priceless, 'You were born in 93?' That was my reaction to finding out that the barback at my weekend job telling me he was born in 2000! Do you know the debauchery I was knee deep 'In the yeaaaaaar 2000000000!' Ru takes Alex's reaction up an even larger notch (cuz shhh, Ru is much older - not that Ru ages) 'Im gonna fucking fuck you up!' Peppermint won the lip sync, I'm sorry... BURNED THAT LIP SYNC DOWN TO THE MOTHER FUCKING GROUND, so Ru gives her the honor of leading the group an assigning the roles... An honor that's both a curse and a blessing. Peppermint takes the high ground and asks the contestants what roles they feel the most right for, and really tries to give everyone the role they not only want, but feel the comfortable in. Cant please everybody, especially when there's pressure to perform at your highest ability, Aja has a meltdown from hell after being cast as Grandrea... But Peppermint isn't having it. Bitch we love you, but if you don't know want the role and are going to bring that kind of attitude to the production, Shea will gladly take the role she doesn't really want and make it one of the best in the show... That's kind of what she does. And I know that Aja was regretting this one later. Those cameras are on you almost 24/7, so if you have a meltdown like that, not only are they going to feature it prominently on the show, they are going to throw it up in your face when it comes time to face the music. I have it paused on Aja's 'reaction face'... Baby, if we are to be wed, this isn't the face you should ever make again. Alex is quick to click, 'You're going to have to grow up and accept the challenge.' Queens, going forward, if Shea gladly accepts the role you don't want, worry, she will take it, make it, and easy fucking bake it... And you don't want that coming up on the runway. Garth & Spelling introduce themselves and get to work... Its a bit like Snatch Games some contestants are automatically killing it (Trinity Taylor, Valentina, Shea Coulee), some need a bit of direction but are able to take it like pros and turn it in to magic (Alexis Michelle takes notes and follows the lead of Garth & Spelling, and for the most part Farrah - she just takes a bit longer than others, but hey, that's part of her charm, and Sasha Velour who didn't do bad, but didn't do great either), and then there are the those that bombed (Aja, Nina, Peppermint).... And there's nothing worse than watching these Queens on Drag Race bomb. Despite the criticisms I get for reviewing this portion of the show (God, get me to Untucked), I grow attached to all these contestants and want everyone to succeed, sometimes despite themselves. We all get in our way sometimes, and rather than seeing everyone bomb I want to Ru Paul to be put in a position where she doesn't know who to put in the top, the bottom, or even make safe... I want to everyone to shine. Everything is taped, the editing begins, and the queens prepare for a sick runway... You know what that means... Your VH1 mandated Drag Race workroom therapy sessions (I'm sure WOW is like, can we just do things our way, PLEASE... Are the ratings really that much different from Logo's, especially on a Friday Night.) The Queens talk prom, Alex has a pic of he and his date at prom in full drag... Alexis Michelle haters, can you please give this bitch some credit... That's an act of a true pioneer, that takes balls, and if you don't have balls, it takes gumption. Valentine was prom king... Perfection isn't surprising with this one. Now I am already a huge Trinity Taylor fan, this is a Florida bitch... Its hot down here and we have to put up with craziest people in the world, and if they're not born here they migrate from literally all over the world to bring their crazy to one huge hodgepodge of sweltering, alligator 'rasslin, porta-potty lighting on fire and tippin' insanity. It takes a special kind of crazy to survive the Everglades, bitch. Hearing Trinity's story about quitting the last two years of high school to take care of his grandmother touched me, especially since my partner of 11+ years had to do the same after his mother died at age 7 and his 5 sisters abandoned him to live with and take care of his father who turned into a scared and lonely, verbally and emotionally abusive man who eventually was taken by cancer in his final hours as my partner was robbed of his high school experience. If there was one thing I could change in this world, it isn't to take that experience that ultimately made him stronger in life and one of the most loyal and amazing men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing... Not to mention a loving, dedicated caretaker and lover who sticks by me through all my bullshit, self-destructive behavior, depression, and dependence issues over the years... But to go back and just sit next to him while he has to endure it, just so that someone else was there. Trinity, the next time you are in Miami, we would like to offer you the full Prom experience. I'm not sure Ginger Cubs are your thing, but my partner is certainly not that... So you get the best of both worlds, and my offer is real. I live on Collins in Miami Beach so 'The Prom' experience is something we can definitely give you in full, the 305 'White Boys in a Cuban World' version anyway... Followed by a senior trip and the whole nine. And I totally agree with Alex, I also truly believe those we've lost are there, watching, carrying us, picking us up when we need to get the fuck up off the floor... Even if we can't see them, 'cause god knows we can feel them. Runway Time!!! Ru is ready with 90's pastel, looking mighty, like a Queen who owned the 90s... Oh she was? And the 80s? And the 00's and the 10's too... Oh, that's right! This outfit reminded me of that, silly me! The makeup is a bit, uhm, off... But we're going to act like the makeup and the wig are flawless... oh we're not? Ok. Category is... Big Hair, Everywhere! Valentina... What were you guys expecting? Anything less than perfection? Diana Ross was her inspiration and it reads, but I wanted some early, EARLY 90's touch to this runway, and this is reading 70's. Farrah Moan, Crushed it. When Farrah doesn't stand out in challenges, she's there on the runway making grown men weep. Trinity Taylor, I love her everything, she can do no wrong, and if there is wrong, I'm sure it was someone else. This look is sick, and Trinity's voiceovers just make every step on the runway that much more entertaining. Top 3 at the end or bust. Sasha Velour... Big hair is inspiring a life of 70's/80's looks and yes 'Sid ate Nancy' is perfect. Fuck it, this look is sick, no complaints and anyway punk is forever Brooklyn. Peppermint... Again with the 70's, but hey... No one said '90's twist' so I guess I should stfu. Peppermint looks ready for Studio 54, and she's jumping the line, baby. Nina... YASSSSSSS, see this is what I'm talking about. Even if Nina bombed the challenge look at this early 90's Club Kid inspired runway with a Banana Fana Fo'Fina twist, that paint, RAWR. Shea Couleé... OK. Did someone say milkshake earlier? This is one of my favorite looks. Alexis Michelle... Big Hair, Floating in the water... Oh my! Not only does Alexis give us Disney Villain realness, she also ties it in to the mirror character she played. This is a winning look. Period. Aja... I like it... This is one of her better looks and there is definitely a progression throughout the show in terms of growth in the runway. It's just hard to follow Alexis Michelle... But it's hard to deny that Aja didn't do exactly what the judges asked of her here and more. 9021-HO... Living for this intro. Nina & Peppermint open, neither one dazzle, but this is not Nina's challenge. They immediately introduce them to Shea's 'Grandrea' and it's lights out. The divide is widening, and I'm not talking about Michelle Visage 🙃. Valentina & Farrah rock, the edits are surprisingly strong for Farrah, but Valentina could outshine the sun. Sasha Velour looks like Alaska Thunderfuck & Sharon Needles had a baby and left it home by itself. If Sasha had turned the volume up, she could've been in the top, what stopped her from taking this to the next level?! Trinity, my God, this performance has gotten me through the roughest two weeks in my life as of late... And if you pause the show at any point in the prom, there is not a frame that doesn't include Trinity Taylor that won't have you on your knees, laughing until you cry. The lip sync... A classic. Let's be honest, CeCe Peniston's 'Finally' had a much larger reach than the gay community... It was an electronic music classic, it was gay club classic, and even remixed to perfection for rave and club scenes throughout the 90's and early 00's. YES, Aja has made incredible strides and growth throughout the season, but Nina took that lip sync down to the river. It is what it is. Cheers to one of the best episodes of Drag Race to originally air on VH1. Now, excuse me while I catch the fuck up!

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