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[lulla-bee]

let's pretend that this is the most violent they have ever become

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save ~ S E V E N

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Previous : S I X

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

A knock at the door brought the couple back to the present.  Alex smiled and went for the door. “Hey Nat.”  

“Hey Alex. Nice place.”  

“Not mine, at least not yet.  Come in.”  

Natasha Romanoff didn’t hesitate.  Confidence was something she called self preservation.  If they think you’re confident, they can’t take you for granted.  She walked into the living room, surveying the blonde that was seated with her nephew.  

“Auntie Nat!” Drew raced to the red head, jumping into her arms.  

“Hey AJ!” Nat held onto her nephew a little tighter. Fear coming through, holding the only other person she truly cared about.  She finally put him down to see the intimidating looking blonde in front of her.  Hi.  

“Hi.” His eyes never left hers, but she stuck up her chin.  

“You’re the former best friend.”  

“Former? Don’t think so sweetheart.”  

“Ok, best friends,” Alex said with emphasis. “Relax.  Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and this is James Barnes.”  She pulled James forward.  

James assessed the woman in front of him.  Thin, wild red hair, she had a sense of being uncomfortable in front of actual people but didn’t show it.  James or Bucky, which ever you prefer. He offered his hand.  When she took it, he held on.  “Thank you for looking after my girl and my son.  Really.”  

Nat smiled.  “You’re welcome.  I know you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but Ale has been family since MIT.”  

Steve was still wary of the woman who took his spot as Alex’s best friend.  “MIT, smart.”  

“Yeah,” she looked at Steve, “smart.  Unlike you Rogers.  Why would you go through a main door without looking first, when you don’t have a shield in front of you to protect you?”  

“You did what?” Alex exclaimed.  

Steve gaped at her as Bucky tried not to laugh. “How do you know about that?” 

“I did a little bit of investigating.” Nat shrugged.  I wanted to know about the man who loved Alex so much that he would piss off a known mob boss.  You just happen to be in there.”  

“Please don’t tell me how you did that,” James said.  Plausible deniability.  

“Got it.” Nat looked around.  “Nice place. Kinda plain.  Needs art or something.”  

“We just moved in.” Steve rubbed his neck, trying to get over his embarrassment. 

“Still.” Nat was having fun riling up Steve.  She knew what Steve meant to Alex and knew that he had a solid place in her heart.  

“Punk, think you would be up to watching Drew for us tonight?” James asked, trying to change the subject.  

“It’s been eight hours and you already want to drop your kid on me?” Steve mocked.  

“I just want to take Alex to dinner.  We have stuff to talk about and I won’t be able to do that in front of my son.”  

“I could watch him,” Nat offered. “You know Wans and I would love to.”  

“I know Nat.  But Steve needs to bond with Drew since…” she stopped since the idea of moving in with the guys had not been breached. 

“Since you’re moving in here?” Steve offered, raising an eyebrow.  Alex looked at him with a shocked face. “I kinda figured since I’ve known Bucky a lot longer and he wouldn’t want to be away from you.” He shrugged.  “It doesn’t bother me.  It’ll be like old times.”  

“Told ya,” James said.  

“Whatever,” Nat waved them off.  She got on the floor with Drew.  “Hey AJ? Did you want to stay here tonight with Steve or come home with me and Wans.  I know how you like your nuggets.” 

“I can learn,” Steve grumbled.  “If he’s going to be here, I have to know.”  

Drew looked between all the grownups.  “Mama, I don’t know.” He ran to her legs.  

Alex stroked his hair.  “Its ok baby.  Uncle Stevie just want to get to know you. You can show him all your toys and then when your daddy and I get back, daddy will read you a story ok?” 

“Okays.  Uncle Stevie do you have crayons?” 

“I have crayons at my house AJ,” Nat offered.  

“Natasha! Knock it off,” Alex scolded.   

“We can go get some, pal,” Steve offered.  “You can pick out whatever you like.”  

“Okays!” Drew went back to his drawing while Steve looked at Nat with a smug face.  

“That rivalry is not going away,” James whispered in Alex’s ear.  “But who is Wans?” 

“Wanda,” she whispered with a smile.  “Her fiancé.”  

“The teacher? Really? I did not see that coming.” James nuzzled his head into the crook of Alex’s neck.  “So, date.  Dinner?” He placed soft kisses.  “Maybe more.” 

“What do you take me for Inspector Barnes?  I don’t sleep with a man on the first date.” Alex smirked at him.  

“No, you don’t.  I remember.  But,” he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, “I think you could make an exception for me.”  

Alex wasn’t sure how she wasn’t on fire or in a puddle on the floor. She took a deep breath. “If you treat me well, Inspector.” She shook her head to clear it.  “Maybe we should have Steve come to my apartment to babysit. Since everything he would need would be there.  Plus, Nat and Wanda are right next door if he has questions.”  

“I’m sure that’s fine.  Tell you what.  Go home.  Don’t run away. Ouch,” as Alex smacked him. “Ok deserved that one.  Anyway, get ready, I’ll pick you up and drop off Steve.”  

“Sounds like a plan. Hey Uncle Stevie!”  Alex giggled saying it as Steve got up from the couch.  

“You summoned, your highness.”  

James rolled his eyes. “Really punk?” 

“What?  She’s going to tease like the queen you treat her like then its sass she gets back jerk.”  

“Ok children.  Steve, will you come babysit at my apartment?  It will make Drew feel better.”  

“Sure Alex, of course.  I’ll stay the night.  You guys can have this apartment if you want.” Steve smirked.  

“Not you too.” Alex groaned as James and Steve started to laugh.  She walked over to where Nat was.  “Think you could take us home.  Steve is coming to my place to babysit.”  

“Sure.  Ready to head out, little man.” Nat went to pick up Drew.  He moved away from her.  Drew? 

“No.  Want to stay with daddy and Uncle Stevie.”  He ran to James’s legs and hid behind them.  

“How is it I’ve been replaced?” Alex stood with her hands on her hips.  “Baby, daddy and Uncle Stevie are going to meet us later. C’mon.”  

“No!”  Drew started to cry.  James picked him up and held him close.  

“Doll, why don’t you go take some time and get dolled up.  I’m hang on to him and bring him when I pick you up?”  

“But you don’t have a car seat or his snacks or…” 

“Allie, I will walk over to the store and get what I need. Just text me what I need.  Give me your phone.”  

Alex handed over her phone and he put in the info. “James…” 

“Don’t worry about it, Alexandra.  He’s my son. I would never put him in danger.”  

“Ok. Fine. You’re right.  I’m sorry.”  She looked down.  

He lifted her head from her chin. “Hey, I get it.  It’s been you and him forever.  But it’s us now, ok?” He kissed her temple.  “Ok Chief. You hang out with me for a bit, ok?” 

“With Uncle Stevie?” 

“With Uncle Stevie,” he confirmed.  “C’mon punk, we got snacks and a car seat to buy.”  

A few hours later found James, Drew and Steve approaching an unfamiliar door. James bounced on his heels as he knocked.  

“Bucky? You ok?” 

“Just nervous.  Haven’t been on a date in three years.”  

“But its Alex.  Alex who doesn’t ever make anyone feel less than.  It’ll be fine.  Besides, I know you’ll be happier when you get to f-“ he stopped and looked at Drew. “When you get to fingerpaint,” he said slowly.  

“Nice save Uncle Steve.  Please watch your mouth around my kid.”  

“That was a statement I would have never thought I would hear from you,” Steve said with a laugh.  

“Shut up.”  James knocked.  The door opened revealing a goddess.  Her hair was down, makeup simple.  She was in a black mini dress and high heel boots. “Oh fuck,” he mumbles.  

“James Buchanan! Seriously? In front of our son?!” 

He looked back at Steve shaking with laughter as Drew played with Steve’s dog tags. “I’m sorry, doll.  I just…” 

Alex smiled. “Its ok. Nat swears more around him.  Really surprised that he hasn’t started.”  She finally took him in. Dark blue button down and black slacks.  He had his hair slicked back but kept the stubble.  Alex tried hard not to drool.  

“Mama!”  Drew’s little voice brought her back.  

“Hi baby.  Ok, c’mon in.”  She showed off her small apartment.  “Umm, Drew will get to sleep around 8, Steve.  I left some chicken nuggets on the counter to microwave.  No TV but he can color as much as he wants.”  

“Good.  Bought him a couple of coloring books and crayons.”  

“Perfect.  He gets milk with bed and a story. Nat and Wanda are just across the hall if you need them. Andrew, you better listen to Uncle Steve, ok?” 

“Okays. Hug?” 

She took her son and hugged him tight.  "I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast, ok?" 

“With daddy and Uncle Steve and Auntie Nat?” 

“We’ll see.  Can you give Daddy a hug?” 

James hugged him hard.  “You be good ok, Chief?” 

“Okays.”  He wiggled down and went to his play table.  

“Thanks punk.”  

“Have fun jerk.  Alex.”  

The ride to the restaurant was quiet.  James and Alex were so out of practice dating. James took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  “You’re quiet.”  

“I’m nervous.”  

“Me too.” 

“Why are you nervous?” 

“Because its been awhile.”   

“I know Jamie.” Alex cleared her throat. “You look handsome today.”  

And you look beautiful.  Just like how I remembered you.  

They got to the restaurant and had a little wait.  James guided Alex to the bar and took a seat.  “Still a gin martini?” She nodded and he ordered the martini and a whiskey neat for himself.  

“So,” as he sipped his whiskey, “did you see anyone while you were away?” He uncomfortable looked up and then away.  

“Seriously?” Alex glared at him 

“What? You said it yourself that you weren’t sure that you were coming back.”  

“Oh, and my vows were what just a joke? Thanks for the vote of confidence.”  

“Allie, that’s not what I meant.”  

“Then what did you mean Jamie? No, ok, no. Between, you know, not being a cheater and raising a baby I didn’t have time.”  She took a long sip of her martini.  “What about you?” 

“What about me?” 

“Did you cheat?” 

“Allie, I didn’t mean…” 

“No, I want answer.”  

“No Alexandra. I focused on work and trying to find you.  I’m sorry ok.  I just… it’s been three years ok?  Haven’t looked or touched another woman because you were it.  And unless I saw a body, it has always been you.” She looked away. “Doll, look at me.” She turned her head back.  “Its always been you.”  

The hostess decided that was the time to interrupt.  “Your table is ready sir.”  

“Thank you.”  James helped Alex up, and ran his finger over her engagement ring and wedding band. As he guided her to the table, he whispered, “you didn’t take them off.”  They were seated by the window.  

“Only when I was trying to escape.  Didn’t want anything flashy. And when I was pregnant because they got stuck.  But the minute I could, they were back on.”  

“I’m sorry Allie.  I am. I didn’t mean to imply that you would.” He moved his thumb over her knuckles.  

“I’m sorry too.  This shouldn’t be this awkward.” 

James looked at her and smiled.  “It’ll get better.  We’ll find us again.”  

As James reached for Alex’s hand, a man watched outside.  He reached for his phone. “Boss I think I found them.”  

Are you certain? 

“We followed Barnes and Rogers out of New York, and they have found a place in San Francisco.  But sir, I think we have something bigger.”  

What could be bigger than ending those two fuckers who were ruining my life? 

“I think we found her as well.”  

Alexandra?  

“Yeah, they have been seen with a woman who looks a lot like her.”  

I want confirmation in 24 hours Walker.  He hung up the phone.  His pet, his sweetness. He smiled cruelly. Two birds, one stone. 

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[miwtual]

hi bestie!! could i request an st4 bi steve gif header👀💗

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Digimon Adventures ~ J.P.N Version featuring Characters/Duo/Ship/O.T.P: KouTai / Taishiro[u] {Koushiro x Taichi}/{Taichi x Koushiro} ~ Important MOMENTS ~ Character DYNAMIC {+Consistency Across ALL canon} + {the rebooted series} + (Canonically) Supporting Each Other

“What happened today is only between US”---

“You looked everything up for us and informed us. And supported us. You really SAVED us ALL.”

“You’re seriously {AWESOME}/{AMAZING}, Koushiro.” - 2020!Taichi Yagami

“I’ve {ALWAYS} BELIEVED in Taichi-san before this, in any case.” - Original!Koushiro

My commentary:

2020!Koushiro and Original!Koushiro are more alike than you think.

BONUS:

(The scenes before “No need to WAIT anymore, Koushiro!”)

(Tentomon, encouragingly: “You should have more faith in US!”) {in response to Koushiro emphasizing ‘working together’ to Taichi}

{Tri} {middle/end of 3rd film; “Kokuhaku” [“Confession”]}

{Kizuna}; (Koushiro’s message reaching Taichi in time) [after likely knowing he was about to sacrifice his own LIFE for the sake of getting the info to Taichi]

{“Our [/Children]’s War Game”}:

(Immediately after that scene, Taichi apologized to Koushiro genuinely for their earlier scuffle about emails; Taichi {guilty-sounding}: “Sorry” Koushiro {immediately; affirmative despite not moving}: “...Its ok.”)

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🌻 another!

Lol hello my dear lovely anon. Thank you for the 🌻. I’m so happy you liked my first post.

*takes up microphone again* Lets talk about plagiarism in Fandom.

Again. Sorry if this offends anyone. But I feel like this needs to be discussed and talked about more than it has been.

So I would like to start this off by saying that I nearly added this in my last rant 🌻 post but I decided not too because I knew I would go on another huge rant about this topic alone and I wanted to make this a highlighted issue.  

JUST BECAUSE YOU DOWNLOAD, OR SAVE A PIECE OF FAN ART TO YOUR DEVICE DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO THEN TAKE THAT ART AND POST IT ANY WHERE YOU PLEASE, LET ALONE CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN. 

I will not lie to you I think we have all been guilty of this in the past. But it is time to stop. 

Fan artists work hours upon hours and days upon days to make beautiful works of art for us all to enjoy so please follow their guidelines that they make for their blog, channel, Twitter account, where ever and be respectful of that. 

Understand that posting fanart that you have saved on your device without properly citing the creator is stealing. You did not create that art and thus do not deserve the credit for that art. Please give the artists the credit they deserve. 

Not entirely sure how? Well your first step should always to check your sources. For instance: Lets say I find a beautiful piece of art here on Tumblr. Simply rebloging that art is not always the best option. Always go to the creator’s blog to get permission. Be completely sure that you are on the real creator’s blog by scrolling through some of their content, double checking with their username, and bio. A lot of times they will say “I am an artist that goes by @” in the bio if they want people to find them. If I’m ever unsure I click on the original post and then scroll through the blog looking for other art made in a similar style with the same water mark before double checking the @ mentioned before to see if they match. 

 You don’t always have to send them a message to ask if you can repost or reblog their art. (although sending them a little love note would absolutely make their days) Most artists will have in their bio whether or not it is ok to reblog and or ok to publish their art on other sites. Some will give strict orders not to. Some will give permissions to only reblog and not repost. Meanwhile some may ask that people ask permission if they wanted to post their art in other places. 

Lets say that I wanted to post their art on a separate platform. In that person’s Bio it says it is ok as long as I give them proper credit and that I give them a shout out which are both things I would be more than happy to do. The first thing you should do, is get the original post’s URL and copy it. Make your post and then add the link directly to their post. Second, get the link directly to their blog and add it underneath the first link as a means for anyone to find the original artist. Make sure both links work. And then add a shout out to the artist. Simply “Look at this art @ made isn’t it amazing please check them out at the links below!” Makes all the difference it truly does.

And I could get into the whole thing with Twitter and the hell it’s going through rn. But. This hellscape right here is my home so. I’m just going to focus on what I can here. Again I’m sorry if I offended anyone but it’s time to stop blatantly stealing these people’s art and it’s time to give them the credit they all deserve.

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Trainee Love

Jethro x Reader

Plot: You were Hoppo's daughter and also worked with the boys in blue on Bondi’s beaches. When Jethro joined the ranks, they were the new trainees for the season. While being ripped into everyone during the summer and trying to prove their spots, something else forms.  

(For those who might not know, Roots is a Canadian brand that sells sweaters, sweatpants, etc. with the word roots on it, but in Australia, Roots mean something else than just the tree system in the ground)

Miscellaneous Masterlist

Warning: mentions of abuse, lifeguards saving people, words meaning different things (like thongs are flip flops), sappy 

Word Count:2.6k

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Being the boss’s daughter was always hard, and for (Y/N)’s case, she had about 9 uncles watching her everywhere she goes on the beach. But this summer was going to be different. (Y/F/N) Hopkins was going to be a trainee lifeguard this season. For her it was exciting, but for Hoppo, he was nervous as he knows what the job entails. 

With that, it has all lead to this morning. (Y/N) was sleeping when she felt someone shaking her shoulder. She whines at someone waking her up so early before shaking them off.

“I am guessing that you want to miss your first day then?” her dad questions.

Her eyes shoot open and she quickly got up, causing her to fall out of bed. As she lets out a grown and stumbles to get up, Hoppo was quietly laughing at her antics. She looks over at him and glares at him, before getting up and stretching.

“Ok, I will let get ready and I will meet you in the kitchen,” he says before leaving her room.

She sighs before going over to the (one-piece/ two-piece) bathing suit before pulling on some gym shorts and the lifeguard blue top. She then grabbed a sweater to put on, as it is 5 am and it is still chilly out and made her way to the kitchen. As soon as she entered, her father handed her a breakfast sandwich. 

“Are you excited for today?” he questions while leaning against the island and taking a bite of the egg sandwich.

“Yeah, but not looking forward to them ripping into me cause I am the trainee,” she says. 

“Well, you won’t be the only one that they get to pick on this season. There will be a kid named Jethro joining us this season as well.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that there was going to be another trainee this season?” she questions him.

Hoppo chuckles at his daughters’ reaction before turning to her.

“Thought I would make it a surprise. Now, come on, we are going to be late opening the beach.”

(Y/N) finishes her breakfast before putting on her sweater. Hoppo turned to her and sees what sweater she had decided to grab.

“I hate that you got that sweater in a gift box from (Y/BF/N) when he/she went to Canada,” he complains.

She looks down to see she had pulled the salt n pepper-coloured sweater with almost velvet letters that spell out Roots and a small beaver on top. (Y/N) looks back up and just giggles while getting her thongs (FLIP FLOPS/SLIDES) on. 

When they arrived at the beach, there were already a few other lifeguards there. Some of them noticed that Hoppo wasn’t alone this morning and they knew who exactly it was.

“Good morning Hoppo and (Y/N)!” Harries yells from the tower, causing the ones who were close to the tower to look.

(Y/N) Looks out to see that Chappo, Beardy, Maxi, Matty Dee, and a new face. Harries brings her into a side hug while the others start to make their way up to the tower.

“Are you excited for your first day on the beach as a trainee?” he asks. She gives a small nod.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Awe if it isn’t (Y/N/N), now you get to run with the big boys this year,” Chappo teases. (Y/N) just rolls her eyes before lightly pushing Chappo.    

“Alright, you will have all day to push her around,” Beardy says with a small chuckle.

Before she could respond to his words, Harries jumps in quickly.

“Ok, before this can go on any further, how about we introduce our trainees for the season? (Y/N) Hopkins this is Jethro James, the fellow trainee this season,”

Her eyes fell upon a kid who looked to be 5’9 or 5’10, long blonde hair, with the same blue lifeguard shirt on.

“Hey, it is good to meet you,” she says with a smile while shaking his hand.

“It’s good to meet you too, these guys wouldn’t stop talking about you all set up,” Jethro confesses. She turns to the boys with a fack, over sweet looking smile.

“Awe guys, are you excited to work with me,” (Y/N) teases them.

“Of course we are, we get to be your babysitter, and get paid for it,” Chappo says, causing her to drop the smile and roll her eyes.

“Alright you bloke, let’s get our teams together before the film crew is on us, Hoppi and Chappo will be in the North end, Jethro and Maxi will be at the South end and Beardy, Matty Dee and myself will be in the tower and leaving Hoppo in the office,” Harries tells the group.

As they all agree with how the morning set up was, (Y/N) just looks at Harries with a disappointed look.

“What?” he questions.

“Hoppi?? Really?” (Y/N) questions.

“Yeah, your dad is Hoppo and you are Hoppi,” Harries says with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

The rest of the guys were stifling their laughs as she just glares at him. She grabbed her water bottle and started to spray him with it. This caused Harries and (Y/N) to run around the front of the tower and the rest of the group just laughing at their antics. Hoppo just shakes his head watching his daughter and his friends antics and thinking ‘It is to early for this.’ 

“Anthony Carroll you will regret that!” you scream, causing him to stop and laugh.

He turns and throws her over his shoulder and started to walk back towards the tower. As they were walking back, the sounds of the guy’s laughter relaxed (Y/N) just a little.

“All right you two, let’s get the buggy’s ready to go, so we can have a good first day for our trainees today,” Hoppo says. 

(Y/N) helped with putting boards on the buggies and making sure they all are stocked with first-aid. Chappo grabbed the keys and radios before he made his way to the blue rhino and met her down there. She puts her hair up and places her sunglasses on as the hot Australian sun starts to peek over the buildings looking over the beach.

“Are you ready?” Chappo questions while starting the buggy. (Y/N) smiles before answering.

“I was born ready.”

“That a girl,” he says before driving the buggy down to North Bondi.

After about 3 or 4 hours of watching the calm waters of North Bondi, Yatzey had shown up to take over. As they started to make their way back to the tower, her stomach growled. Chappo laughed at her but kept his eyes on where they were going.

“Lunchtime?” (Y/N) question.

Before he could respond, his stomach growled as well. Now they both laugh at their body noises.

“Definitely lunchtime.”

As they arrived back at the tower and walked up the stairs, Jethro and Maxi were back there.

“Hey guys, how was the south end?” Chappo questions.

“Had to make a few saves, told some people off when they wouldn’t listen, but nothing too serious,” Maxi answers.

“Well that’s good, I am going to go for my lunch now, does anyone want to come?” she asks.

Jethro looked like he was about to say something, but Chappo quickly jumped in.

“It’s all good (Y/N), we are going to eat in the tower,” Chappo replies.

“Alright, I will be right back,” she grabbed her things from the tower and walked to one of the restaurants on Campbell Parade.

Jethro POV

Once (Y/N) left, Chappo and Harries turned and gave me a look.

“What?” I question.

“You better be careful who you give googly eyes to, or you will have a whole fleet of lifeguards on you,” Harries explains.

“I know she is Hoppo’s daughter, but come on,” I defend myself.

“You are just lucky that you didn’t see what the last boyfriend did,” Maxi chimes in while looking out over the water.

I quickly shoot him a confused look. Now, this really caught my attention. “W-why what happened to the last one?”

The three didn’t say anything. I watched as they gave each other looks before one of them decided to speak.  

“She had introduced us to this kid named (Random boy name here) and he was nice, but had an off feeling about him. We tried to warn her about it, but she wouldn’t have any of it,” Chappo explains.

“One day she walked into the tower with bruises all over her body. Without even asking her what happened, we knew that he did this to her,” Maxi said.

“Luckily for us, she didn’t hide who did this to her, they had broken up the night before and he decided that he wanted to show his true colours,” Harries says, leaning on the rail.

“So, what happened to him?”

“That night, we decided to go to the Iceberg and have some drinks after our shift was done. Just to relax. When we saw (Random boy name here) walk in, we took this matter into our own hands,” Chappo says, making my eyes widen a bit. Before anyone could say another word, the door opened and (Y/N) walked back in.

Back to Normal POV

“I thought you were on lunch?” Harries question.

“Yeah, but I would be too lonely, so I grabbed a sandwich and came back,” she says while opening it.  

She then looks around to see the guys looking at her.   

“What?” she questions. They quickly averted their gaze away from her and back to the beach.

“Harries and Maxi, can you help me with some stuff that is in the storage area?” Chappo questions.

“Yeah, you two keep eyes on things, we will be right back,” Harries says, while Maxi and Chappo follow him out of the tower. This leaves the two trainees in the lifeguard tower. As (Y/N) ate her sandwich and watched the beachgoers have their fun. Jethro’s mind was racing.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Jethro’s voice breaks the silence in the tower.

“Yes, Jeff,” taking her eyes off of the water and turning to the blonde.

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after work tomorrow?” This question shocks her, but she smiles at him.

“ I would love to Jethro,” she replies. Jethro looked shocked at her answer.  His shocked expression quickly turned happy.

“We can get some food and hang out at Bronti,” Jethro suggests.  

That sounds perfect,” she says before they both turn back to watching the water.

~A couple of weeks later~

After (Y/N) and Jethro had spent their afternoon together, they were spending more time together, both during work and after work. The crew started to notice how often they were together and started to poke fun at them. This wasn’t new for trainees to be picked on and pranks being played on them, look back to Harrison counting people on the beach and getting sunburned, but they would do it to the two of them at the same time. But today seemed like a calm day from what they had been dealing with. 

As (Y/N) was returning to the tower, she saw a bunch of them and a member of the public looking out the back of the water. 

“What’s going on?” she questions. 

“They had sent your little boyfriend out to retrieve a big Texas dude,” Deno responds. This caused (Y/N) to pick up a pair of binoculars to look out and sees Jethro toe paddling him back to shore. She then joined in on the laughter that was forming in the tower. 

“I’ll go meet them at the shoreline,” she says quickly leaving the tower. When (Y/N) gets down there, the two were just getting out of the water and the camera crew was setting up a quick interview with the both of them. After that, Jethro was drying off. 

“That was quite the rescue,” she says, making him jump a little. 

“Awe thanks, that was the most intense rescue I have done all summer so far,”

“You were his hero,” He then starts to laugh before bringing her into his wet chest. 

“NO JEFF!! I DIDN’T WANT TO GET WET YET!” she yells, but he laughs more and just holds her tighter. 

“So I was thinking of having a little surfing competition between the two of us,” he says, still holding her. 

“Oh yeah, so you are prepared to have your ass kicked,” (Y/N) says with a shit-eating grin. He then releases her and puts back on his shirt. 

“If anything, I will beat you,” he corrects her, causing her to roll her eyes. 

“How about after work I can prove you wrong.” 

“Deal now let’s get back up to the tower before the others think we are doing something other than lifeguarding.”

When (Y/N) and Jethro’s shifts had ended, they quickly put on their wetsuits and grabbed a surfboard and headed out to the surf. As the waves started to roll, they would take turns riding the waves. When she would fall off of her board, Jethro would laugh at her, but she would do the same to him. 

When they came in from the surf, they sat on the sand and watched the sunset. (Y/N) leans against him and Jethro put his arm around her shoulder. She looks up at him, her feeling for the blonde had grown over the last couple of weeks. She feels her cheeks blush at her thoughts before leaning her head into his chest. He smiles and kisses the crown of her head. 

She looks back up at him, and he looks down at her. She then leans up and places her soft lips onto his. He was shocked at first, then he leaned into the kiss. Sparks were felt between both of them and it felt magical. Before it could get too heavy of a kiss, cheers and laughter were heard behind them. They released each other and saw the rest of the lifeguards were standing by the tower and buggies. 

“Well they seem happy,” Jethro comments, causing both the chuckle. She turns back to him with a smile. 

“So what does this make us?” she questions. He smiles before getting up and putting his hand out for her to get up. 

“I think this makes up for than friends. How about I make you my girlfriend?” he questions. This caused (Y/N) to smile before hugging him.

 “I like that… but…” 

“I won’t be like (Randon Boy's name). You will never have to worry about that again,” he says while looking deep into her (Y/E/C) eyes. She was shocked at his words. 

“How did you…”

“Thank Chappo, Maxi and Harries for being the protective people that they are,” he says with a small smile. (Y/N) looks back up to the tower before turning back to Jethro. She brings him into another kiss. Jethro smiles into the kiss and brings her into a heated kiss. 

“All right you two, come back to the tower,” Hoppo says through the megaphone. 

They break apart before looking back to the tower once again. (Y/N) could feel the nervousness coming from him. 

“It will be ok, my dad will be fine,” she says while starting to walk. 

“That’s not what I am worried about…” 

“So what are you are worried about?” 

“The team being the protective family that they are to you and Hoppo letting me go.” (Y/N) holds his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. 

“If they do anything, they will have to go through me first,” she says, causing both to laugh. 

“Oh my hero,” he says while smiling, now ready to face the protective squad of lifeguards.     

[thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness]

               『朧』Commemorative release event  【Toshiya】  2021.7.25

                                           Translation&Notes  Part-1

Notes before reading: This is 1st part of the translation/notes of the Toshiya solo online event for the release of “Oboro” streamed on 25th July.  This part is aprox the first 18-20 min of the 45 min total of the talk. 

Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistakes or any confusing parts. Links or credits to this post when the content is reposted or captured in other SNS is appreciated ------

Part 1 

Higuchi Yasuyuki : Hello everyone, this is Toshiya’s Oboro Release Commemorative Event….thank you for watching us….I’m Higuchi Yasuyuki *to Toshiya* Thank you for being here….

Toshiya: Thank you for having me….

H: How is it going?

Toshiya: It’s hot, isn’t it?

H: It is….for real….I want to drink a beer….

Toshiya: That’s right…something very cold and light,right?….

H. says that comments are already appearing on the screen so, they are going to proceed with the talk little by little (he means  people are already watching, as they are already commenting)

H: I met you last year in person because of an article for a magazine *Toshiya nods* We took several pictures and so…. T: Yes, it was for [PHY], right? *Toshiya’s interview featured in PHY【ファイ】VOL.14, you can read it here* H: Yes, that’s it.  After that, unexpectedly, Corona happened and I have interviewed you several times remotely. T: That’s right. H: Are you doing well? T: Yes, I’m doing well…. H: Did something change about your physical condition/health? T: My physical condition…. somehow…. I’d say I lost some weight…. H: Did you lose weight? How? T: I did nothing at all, it was naturally… H: Naturally? Losing weight naturally…. I’m jealous…. T: Well…. somehow…. due to the state of emergency declaration…. I couldn’t go to the gym…. I guess I lost some weight because of that…. H: Because you are losing muscle mass…. T: Maybe I lost some…. Like, somehow, I became a mere shadow of myself *laughs* H: You are burning out…but usually if you don't go to the gym, you will naturally gain weight, right? T: Well, somehow because of the muscle mass loss, I lost weight…. H: I’m jealous of your physical constitution… T: If I don’t go to the gym, I will lose weight…. H: I’m still jealous though…. that’s it….so, this event  will be like a talk event, just like the one we had more or less a year ago… T: Yes, at that place…. H: At Minatomirai…. T: In Yokohama…. H:  The five of you were men in black*…. *This might be a reference to “ Detective Conan“, a Japanese manga series, in which  the primary antagonists of the series is a crime syndicate called the Black Organization. T: It was like   it was the first time that the five of us were in a situation like that... talking on the spot face to face…..*smiles* H: *sighs* It was hell…. T: *laughs* Wasn’t it? H: You were really nervous…. T: Dir en grey can’t talk when the five of us get together….

H: Since when does it feel that way? T: I wonder since when…. I don’t know that… H: But it wasn’t like that from the beginning…. T: But I don’t feel we were that talkative either…. more like…. it’s moments of “who is going to talk first”, “no one is talking now” going on…. H: It’s like you are probing each other…. like” you, talk!”, the atmosphere/mood is amazing…. *laughs* T: *Laughs* It’s like that…. H: Like you don’t answer anything unless you are addressed by your name…. T: It’s like that, it’s like that…. it’s true…. H: I wonder if these five people have meetings in the same way…. T: When it comes to who is going to talk or not, I’m just like “no” …..I feel like relying on others for that…. H: But it’s a band that has been around for a long time, still you all are like “who is going to talk first”…. T: That’s true…it’s like, if someone wants to talk, I’m sure they are going to talk if  they want to….those who want to talk, will talk….

H: Is there any occasion with the members in which you have talked face to face for a long time?  More or less recent…. T: I have no memory of that….*laughs* Higuchi burst into laugh. T: I have no memory of that…. H: That’s amazing… T: That’s right…. it’s amazing…. H: It would be troublesome if suddenly, you are forcibly in such a situation…. T: It would be….it would be troublesome…like…that’s impossible…. H: Impossible *laughs* T: That’s right….I can’t see it happening… H: You can’t…..someday, I would like to do something like that…. T: No way… H: *Laughs* It’s been a year since that event, it’s been already a year but, what kind of things you have been doing?  Do you remember? What were you doing? T: Now I’m solely making songs…I did preproduction stuff….what else?....when there was a live….or more like, when a live was scheduled we did rehearsals….the lives couldn’t be held but we did rehearsals for them… H: Then, it’s like you were preparing yourself for those activities….. T: It was like “let’s put my efforts into something” all the time…. H: It doesn’t seem like it was hard for you to keep being motivated…. T: Until we did the recording of the Rock-May-Kan GIG, nothing changed in me. I was so surprised/shocked because of that…. H: At the time of the Rock-May-Kan GIG…. T: At that time, I feel for the first time a sense of crisis…. that if it keeps going like this, I will not be able to express the things I wanted to. H: It was like a growth/revelation…. T: That’s it…. H: You got a different perspective… T: That’s it…for me….of course I was playing a live….it’s like the mental image of working in bringing together all the feelings into that environment but…. then, among that,  as there are also parts in which I’m rather a person that expresses themselves than a bassist, in my mind, I’m holding an instrument called “bass”, it’s a bass but I have to play without being trapped by it….

H: You mean not being limited by it…. T: I’m very conscious of that…. that’s right….Both of my hands are blocked/occupied but there (at a live), a way of expression is created by myself. I wonder myself if it is this way. For example, people who attended lives told me they had their eyes drawn towards something. I wonder if it is really like that. Like, an atmosphere that it’s created when I’m playing bass. I wonder if they can perceive that because I can express those things…. That kind of power of expression. Even if I did it (at  Rock-May-Kan GIG) as nothing changed, I didn’t feel that….somehow, it’s natural that it feels this way, I thought at the moment “this is bad/problematic) H: However, it was good that you could do a live (with audience) after that…. T: Of course, of course…that’s right, but isn’t being able to do lives something common/natural? Shouldn’t it be the norm? H: Last year around this time, it was the event at Minatomirai, you looked happy with the idea of staying at home…. T: Even now I’m comfortable with that idea…. *they both laugh* I’m pleased with being at home… H: Are you basically mostly at home? Do you like that? T: No, that’s not the case. Somehow, I wonder if I prefer to be at home and have a fun private life….I wonder if I like being at home to have that fun private life…. H: I’m not sure of what the fans think about this but for me, among the five members, the person whose private life is the most mysterious is yours. Things like “in what position does he watch television?” …. T: *Laughs* I see… H: Or “What kind of clothes does he wear when he goes to sleep?”….I can imagine that about the other members but I don’t feel that your daily life is the one I can’t imagine the most.... T: Well, it’s a normal one, just that…..if you all are interested…. H: I’m interested! T: Things I did or say are quite uninteresting but there are many….that are easy to be used to make conversation…. H: I want to make conversation…. T: It’s ok, I’m grateful *laughs* H: Then it’s not like you don’t go out so much…. T: Of course, I have a very normal daily life…. H: Especially now because of Corona…. T: But I go often want to go out for a walk…. H: *surprised* Eh? for a walk? Do you go for a walk like this?*points at him* T: *drinks water* Mmm, well I go for a walk…. H: Don’t you stand out? T: No, not much.  Like no one speaks to me… H: Relatively, you don’t have the feeling of that (of standing out) …. T: *Laughs* There is no sign of that…. H: What are you saying? *laughs* … You don’t feel like that at all….you go on a normal walk… T: I do….

H: Do you have any specific timing in which you feel like walking? T: When it’s still cold in the morning…. recently in the evening… ---- H: I see…. It seems that you spent a lot of time working in a room but with that feeling, I think we should talk about the release we are commemorating today.  This song was one of the many you were doing at that time, right? For you, this song looked as it was going to be selected as a single for sure, you said it yourself… T: That’s right. It's a bit ballad-like and I thought that kind of song hasn’t been released as a single recently. In that sense, it felt really nice to listen and after all, we got asked by the company to make a song that was easy to listen to….it seemed like even if it didn’t become single, it would be a song that would be included in the album… H: You were thinking about this song as a part of the next album…. T: When we decided to make a single of this song….of course I thought there was no problem at all with it being a single but, still saving it for the album would had been a nice “hook” for the album…. H: Maybe the direction of the next album would still be more unclear if this song were kept for it? T: Still, I think it would be ok to just change if we needed to. Nowadays we still don’t know about the direction of the next album though.

[isabellitah]

Title : Our Wife

Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu

Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death

Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.

Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.

Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.

You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.

Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.

Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...

“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”

“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”

And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.

“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.

Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.

“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Dude what are you-”

“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”

“Wait what?”

“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”

With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”

Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.

Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.

Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”

Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.

The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-

He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.

Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.

“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”

“Not hard enough.”

“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”

The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”

“Aish of all the questions Rin-”

“B-baby...”

“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”

“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.

“Holy shi-”

“Y/N!”

The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”

“I knew that, shitface.”

“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”

“Who ya callin’ a pi-”

“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”

At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”

“Yeah, Omi-san?”

“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.

And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.

They may not show it but they were livid.

They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.

They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.

“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.

“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”

As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.

“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”

“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.

And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.

“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”

“No one messes with our wife.”

please reblog if you liked it hehe 🥺🥰

[backstagepaige]

Five More Minutes.

Synopsis: Y/n can’t come to terms with the fact she’s lost more than just her boyfriend.

Not my gif all credit to the owner!!

Warnings: !!!!!!!!!!AOT SEASON 4 SPOILERS!! PLEASE DNI IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED!!!!!!!! Guns and cursing too!

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Shifter!Reader; Platonic!Sasha x Shifter!Reader

Word count: 2,514

Author: @backstagepaige please do NOT repost my work anywhere without elicit permission from myself. This took me a bit to write and I’d appreciate it if credit was given where its due

Authors Note: So I’ve had this written since a few days after my potato girls death and I needed a way to cope with it - @sleepysnk was able to convince me to post it cause Sum is a beautiful soul and gave me all kinds of affirmations to hype me up so here you guys go! Go check out her work while you’re at it because it is so top tier, I promise you won’t be disappointed.

I panted as I leaned against the wall, we were all in the blimp. My mind was silent and the sounds of everyone talking were muffled as I kept my eyes closed trying to rid the images of all those innocent people dying- all of those Children. I gulped as I shook my head, the screams I heard ringing in my ears on a constant loop- had it stopped or were those screams on the ground I was hearing? Were they from all these years finally piling together instead of echoing in the back of my mind?

“Y/n? Did you hear that?" Sasha called and I let my eyes creak open and looked to the door not seeing anything as Jean began talking, I pushed myself up, making sure to pull my gun out just incase and walked to peak over the ledge when a Gabi rolled over and quickly cocked a gun - eye squinted as she looked down the barrel. I raised my gun at her just as she pulled the trigger, a swift sharp pain flashing through me as the gun fell from my hand. I choked and stubbled back a bit but kept my footing another blur of a figure rolled over the edge and tackled Gabi to the side, screams erupted around me as my comrades ran forward and quickly kicked and punched the kids. I let my gaze fall to my chest and watched the way blood poured out of the little flower of skin that was puffed open and blooming as if it were spring. Chocking back a laugh, I let my head fall back to look at the ceiling; If only it were that easy kiddo I thought thinking of every time I had been injured and how every time I healed. It was a blessing and a curse, being able to live on normally despite being lethally injured yet having no power to save the ones you care for that were falling around you. The thought reminded me of a conversation Eren and I had back all those years ago, the want- no- the need to save every one no matter the cost, that hadn’t aged well in retrospect.

“I-I’m okay, guys seriously. I’ll be ok-”My eyes widened as I turned around my hands beginning to shake at the sight of Sasha on the floor, eyes vacant as she looked off somewhere. When did that happen? I thought as I reached a hand to my back slowly I poked and prodded till I felt my finger pass through where my skin should have been on my back, the pain flickering like sparks lighting a fire but it was nothing compared to the burning in my eyes. “Sasha?" I whispered, ignoring the fatigue attacking my eyes as steam bellowed from my wounds. Connie and Jean were yelling something but it fell on deaf ears as I took hesitant steps towards her When had the screaming stopped? I looked down at her as Jean looked up at me waiting for me to say something, his mouth was opening and the vein on his neck looked like it was ready to burst; I was so close to him yet I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying- It was like he was miles away from me with a hand over his mouth as he shouted. I ignored the pang in my knees as I fell to the floor and gently grabbed Sasha’s cheeks to turn her head so she could look up at us. My knees were getting warmer by the second and I glanced down to see the pool of blood I was resting in - Is that mine? Or is it Sasha’s?   “Sasha this isn’t funny... Get up...Get up now!" I whispered not trusting my own voice to fall on her ears the same way Jean and Connie’s were falling on mine.

“You’re so...Damn loud...”She wheezed eyes still vacant as I quickly moved my hands to push against the hole in her chest, hating the way my fingers slicked with warm blood. “Meat...Is the food...Not here yet?” She asked and I growled angrily putting more pressure on her wound.

“You’re worried about the food? Jean, Connie! Get her up now, We gotta plug this up and stop the bleeding!” I screamed at them as tears flooded down their cheeks, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up!” I whirled on the kids being held by other cadets as they took her away. I shoved through and grabbed Gabi by her throat and lifted her, chokes sputtering as I clamped my hand tightly around her feeling the sick love of feeling each breath she took and each beat of her heart against my fingers.

“Lieutenant!” I heard vaguely from behind me but squeezed tighter, Gabi’s hands reaching up to scratch at my own and leaving little rivets that beaded with blood.

“If she dies, I swear I’ll enjoy every second of chewing on your bones!” I growled in her face watching as she noticed the scars on my cheeks and forehead and as if she finally put it together, her eyes widened and her thrashes seemed to become more violent as she tried to spit out a response.

“Sh-Shifter?” She gargled, blood pooling out of her mouth and mixing with Sasha’s. I pulled her forward and smashed her back, enjoying the soft crunch of her skull against the ship before throwing her to the floor and turning to everyone. “Bring the little bitch to lock up. Him too, He saved her.” I growled spinning on my heel and walking down the hall. They were all with Eren, They needed to know what happened. She couldn’t die on me, she wouldn’t do that to Connie, Jean and I. What a selfish thing to do, to leave us in such a way. I pushed the door open and growled at the sight of the long haired male seated and dressed as one of them, the man that had killed the love of my life, the man that had inadvertently killed my best friend. I noted the way Jean went rigid sand knew he had already told everyone, the way their faces had fallen and looked just as they had when any other one of our comrades had passed - but Sasha hadn’t passed and she wouldn’t. Rage boiled in my belly as Eren kept his eyes trained on the floor, I swiftly avoided Jean and dodged his arm as he reached for me knowing what was running through my mind because I’m sure it ran through his. I swung my fist loving the fiery pain that erupted across my hand as it made contact with Eren's face, his hair that had grown out so much in these years whipping around as he did nothing to defend himself.

“This is your fault! All of this is your fault!” I shouted again as I grabbed his head and slammed it against my knee, the feeling of him not fighting back infuriating me. I wanted him to react, I needed him to show me something! Happiness, Anger, Sadness, fucking anything! Yet there he sat, wiping his nose as a small trickle of blood slid down his smooth skin, pieces of his long hair clinging to the flow. “Fucking fight back!” I cried feeling the tears finally fall down my cheeks.

“Y/n! What is going on- Is that blood? Were you shot too?” I froze with my fist in the air as Hanji asked the question, my breath hitching in my throat. Blinking harshly, I stumbled back and shook my head looking back down to my chest. As if a bucket of iced water was dumped on my head, I quickly spun around and ran out of the room. I ignored the other scouts as I ran and rounded the corners, halls blurring.

~~~~~~~~~~

“What was that all about?” Hanji asked looking between everyone in the room, flashes of a hole in Y/n’s chest flickering in their minds and the way Jean opened his mouth to reply, “The bullet went through y/n and ended up in Sasha.” Eren ignored the way his face throbbed and kept his eyes on the floor, avoiding the looks of everyone in the room. Levi opened his mouth to reply when a piercing scream ripped through the soft hum of the ship's engines. Everyone quickly went on alert and readied their weapons as more screams filled the air, yet when Connie pushed the door open with tears streaming down his cheeks everyone froze.

“Sasha...Is dead.”

~~~~~~~~~

Mikasa and Armin were sobbing around me as I held Sasha close to me ignoring the way her blood bleed through the bandages and soaked my shirt, the hands wrapped around her tightly holding her head to me. My throat burned with screams and wails as tears finally rolled down my cheeks, I didn’t care how long I would be sitting here but I’d sit here as long as it took for her to wake up. She was going to wake up and I was going to give her all the meat she wanted no matter the cost.

“Y/n... It’s time.” Levi whispered as I held Sasha closer and shook my head, tears falling against her cheek, my grip was gonna leave bruises- she was gonna kill me when she woke up to that. Mikasa and Armin were no longer next to me, when had they left? Why would they leave when she was gonna wake up?

“I can’t, I don’t want her to be alone when she wakes up.” I choked, pushing her bangs behind her ear as I rocked her gently back and forth. A gasp escaped Levi and I kept my eyes on her face, I had shifted to her side to use my right arm to hold her back as my left hand was reached up to hold her cheek as I wiped my tears off and the blood spilling from her lips her face.

“She... She’s gone y/n, Her body is cold, she’s not in it anymore.” Levi said crouching down on the other side of me and I froze, No? Sasha was here, I was holding her. If she wasn’t here I couldn’t be holding her. I wasn’t going to listen to this when she was clearly okay, Sasha was okay.

“But... But If I keep holding her I can keep her warm?” My lip wobbled as I finally tore my eyes away from my best friend's face and looked up at Levi, his eyes bubbling with unshed tears something that I had not seen but a number of times. I licked the salt from my lips and looked back down at her, my chest felt like it was caving in with each word he spoke. 

Another voice pulled me from my stupor as I glanced up through blurred vision to see Hanji gripping the door frame tightly, “It’s okay y/n, It’s time to let her go.” I gasped at their words and shook my head fiercely baring my teeth as I squeezed my eyes shut in anger. How could they not see it? I could keep her warm and she would be okay? She would be okay. 

“Stop saying that! Sasha is perfectly fine! She’s gonna wake up! You’ll see! You’ll all see!” I screamed, squeezing her tighter to me and pushing my forehead against hers “She’s okay, She’ll be okay, She has to be... I can’t do this without her.” I whispered as more sobs wracked through my chest. She was gonna wake up and yell at me for letting a bullet go through me and into her and then I was going to give her any snacks she wanted and then we were going to laugh about this later down the road cracking jokes with Jena and Connie about how we ‘Dodged a bullet.’ I ignored Levi as he stood up and left with Hanji in tow muttering something about giving me space; now alone I started humming again and rocking her back and forth the same way I would when she started having nightmares after her first mission. “You gotta wake up for me okay? Me, Jean, and Connie need you- you know we need you so just wake up for us, alright?” I whispered, rocking her back and forth, my wound was healed but the toll it had taken on my body was enough to make me slump over and pass out at any second, I couldn’t let Sasha wake up to that and scare her.

“Stop it.” I froze at Jeans voice and glanced up to see him and Connie looking down at me, I gulped and shook my head glancing back down to her. “I said stop it.” Jean added a little more forcefully, walking to where I was and tried to pry my hands off of her. No no no if Jean and Connie believed it then it was true, they couldn’t believe that she was actually gone could they?

“I have to keep her warm Jean- Get off of me!” I screamed as he stomped to me and held my biceps tightly and shook me. “She’s gone! Sasha is gone!” I wiped my tears on my shoulder and jerked my shoulders free from his grasp trying my hardest not to jerk Sasha around too hard. 

“She isn’t! She’s right here, she's just sleeping!” I barked, baring my teeth at Jean who straightened up and shook his head, a tear slid down his cheek as he covered his mouth and looked at me with wide eyes. Connie stepped forward coming to crouch down next to me, I got ready to snap at him when he reached over and gently wiped the blood coming out of her mouth away. 

“Pea...Sasha would want you to rest, I’ll wake you up the moment she wakes up okay?” I looked at Connie and felt my eyelids droop at his words. He was right but I knew what he meant, I knew he was trying to ease me into the thought that Sasha wasn’t going to wake up. I sniffled, I had to let go. I had to let her go. 

“She’s not gonna wake up is she?” I whispered feeling a new fresh wave of tears stab at my eyes, I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as my lungs stuttered for air. Jean came up behind me and sat down encasing me between his thighs as I scooted back to rest against him- Sasha still held tightly in my grasp as I kept my forehead pressed against hers, his chest shaking with sobs as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his face against my back. Connie laid his head on my shoulder and the silence was enough of an answer. 

“Five more minutes? Please just five more minutes” I cried, pressing my cheek to Sasha's one last time as I heard Connie mutter a small ‘Five more minutes.’

[megumisbimbo]

- Six -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20 @tobi--o​ 

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

in repair - john mayer

find you - nick jonas

streets - doja cat

— in repair - john mayer —

It’s been three days since the news of Yuji’s death reached you. To be honest, you’ve been a mess. Megumi has been as helpful as possible, cooking for you, tending to whatever needs you had. You’re more than grateful, and he is more than willing to help.

“(y/n), are you hungry?” Megumi asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Mm a little bit.”

“I can make you something if you’d like, unless you’d rather order takeout.”

“I’m fine with whatever.” You say paying little attention to what he’s saying due to your inability to focus on anything. He notices your far away demeanor and settles on deciding for you.

“ok, then I’ll be back in a bit.”

“ok.”

Megumi’s eyes linger on your broken expression. He shared in your grief, and he understood that Yuji was very important to you and his death is affecting you intensely. He made his way to the school kitchen. A loud female voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Oi what are you doing?”

“Kugisaki. I’m making (y/n) something to eat.”

“What are you making?” She asks, walking over to the counter Megumi was standing behind.

“Itadori taught me how to make meatballs and I remember them mentioning that they like them so.”

“Need any help?” Nobara asks, tying her hair back away from her face, ready to help Megumi with his cooking endeavor.

“Sure, it’ll take less time then.”

Megumi and Nobara began working on the meatballs, carefully following the recipe that Yuji had taught.

You sat on your bed staring out the window, patiently waiting for the food Megumi would soon bring. However, your mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of Yuji flooded your mind.

Could you have stopped him from going?

No, he had to go. There’s nothing you could have done to stop him. He wanted to save everyone, even if it cost him his life and in the end, it did. The more you thought about him, the more your heart hurt. A knock at the door momentarily broke you from your grieving.

— find you - nick jonas —

“Come in.”

A tall figure walks into the room, a smile plastered across their face.

“Maki? do you need something?”

“Not really, just came to check on you. Megumi is currently slaving away in the kitchen making something for you and he said you were alone so I thought I’d keep you company.“ She responds, another smaller figure emerging from behind her.

“Salmon.”

“Oh, Inumaki you’re here too.”

“Tuna tuna.”

You giggle at his choice of words, still not used to the onigiri ingredients speech he tends to use.

“So do you have a curse?” She asks.

Do I have a curse.

Well if you count all the unfortunate events that seem to happen in your life, then yes, you had a curse. But you knew that’s not what she was talking about.

“No I don’t.” You respond.

“Well I don’t either, so we’re in the same boat.”

You give her a confused look.

“Wait, then how are you a sorcerer?”

“I use weapons imbued with cursed energy and my glasses help me see the curses I’m fighting. If I’m being honest (y/n), I came here to ask if you wanted to train with us, for the Kyoto exchange.”

Your confused expression turned into an absolutely bewildered one.

“No no I couldn’t, it’s only a month away, that’s not enough time for me to learn anything. Anyways I’m supposed to be keeping a low profile, I’m not supposed to be here. So there’s no way I could fight in a school wide event.”

“Well, we could train you in secret and then present you to Principal Yaga, he can give a placement test and if you pass you’ll be able to fight with us.”

“Salmon.”

You contemplate the suggestion carefully. Could you even become mediocre enough to fight alongside them? Well it’s worth a shot.

“I’ll do it.”

For Yuji.

“Alrighty then, we’ll get started tomorrow.” She says with an amused smirk.

“What starts tomorrow?” Megumi asks, walking into the room with two bowls and two sets of chopsticks. Nobara is trailing behind him carrying a large pot.

“I’m going to teach (y/n) how to use cursed tools so she can participate in the exchange.” Maki says.

“Is that enough time for them to learn? The Kyoto students are no joke.” Megumi responds.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Maki says winking at you. Inumaki exits with her leaving you three to eat your dinner.

Megumi directs Nobara over to the small table located in the center of the room. She places the pot on a small mat and opens it up. The familiar aroma fills your nose.

“Are those meatballs?!”

“Yeah come eat, Kugisaki made some ramen as well.”

“It’s my special ramen recipe, you’ll definitely like it (y/n)!”

You smile at the pair sitting before you. Oh how lucky you were to have such caring people in your life. They make this difficult time a little bit easier. You drop yourself onto the floor next to the table and Megumi hands you a pair of chopsticks. Kugisaki grabs one of the bowls and serves some of the ramen and places it in front of you.

“Ittadakimasu.” You say, more than ready to dig into the food your friends so carefully prepared for you.

“(y/n) try this.” Megumi says a meatball in between his chopsticks, which are sitting right in front of your face. You lean forward and bite into it, Megumi’s hand sitting underneath your chin in case you spill. Your eyes widen.

“This tastes just like Yuji’s!”

“I’m glad you think so, he taught me how to make them a little while ago and I remember you saying you liked them.”

Your expression softened as you stared deep into Megumi’s eyes. Both sets of eyes full of care towards the other, a small smile playing across each face.

“Bleh, save it for when you’re alone you two.” Nobara says, forcefully making her presence known.

You turn away from him, a light blush tinting your cheeks. The three of you sit and eat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Although, it did feel too quiet. You secretly hoped Yuji would burst through the door with a big smile and break the silence with a verbal sledgehammer. You missed his loud voice, his energy, his bravery, his hugs, his hands, his lips. You shake your head.

What were those thoughts about? Since when did you miss the way he felt?

You feel a hand land on yours jolting you slightly. You turn your head and see Megumi’s hand half clasped around yours, rubbing his thumb across your flesh.

“You’re crying (y/n), are you ok?”

Crying?

You touch your face and feel a dampness sitting on your cheek. When did you start crying?

Megumi lets go of your hand and wipes your cheek with the back of his. His hand lingers on your cheek and you lean into his warm touch.

I like the way his hands feel too, I wonder what his lips feel like...

“I’ll wash up the dishes” Nobara says, standing and collecting all the dirty bowls scattered across the table.

— streets - doja cat —

She exits the room, leaving you and Megumi alone. His hand finds his way back to yours, as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. You lean your head onto his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his. He turns and gives you a soft kiss on your temple. His lips felt soft and warm. You wanted to feel them again.

“We should sleep. It’s getting pretty late.” He says, his face mere inches away from yours.

“Will you..stay next to me...just until I fall asleep.” You hesitantly ask.

“Sure.” He responds with a sweet smile. He smiles more often now, but only when he’s with you. As if, he only wants you to see him smile. As if his smile belonged to you.

“You can take a shower first.” He says, as he reaches his hands out to you pulling you up from the ground and into his arms. You let go of him and make your way over to the closet. You grab some pajamas and your shower stuff and walk into the bathroom. You take a quick shower, desperate to sleep this awful day away. You walk out of the bathroom, a towel around your neck, protecting your clothes from the water that drips from your hair. Megumi walks behind you, taking the towel off of your shoulders. He drops it back on top of your head, and begins gently massaging your hair.

“You don’t have to Megumi, I could have done it myself.” You say, a soft blush painting your cheeks.

“It’s fine, I wanted to do it anyway.” He responds, His fingers expertly rubbing your damp hair. His gentle movements slowly put you to sleep, and you catch yourself leaning back onto his chest. He throws the towel into the laundry bin and picks you up bridal style carrying you to your bed. You’re too exhausted to try and stop him, so you allow yourself to melt into his hold. He places you on your bed and gets into it himself. He keeps himself above the covers, giving you space so you can feel his presence without feeling uncomfortable. You slowly drift off to sleep.

You wake up when you feel the bed move. Your eyes open slightly catching Megumi sitting on the edge of your bed, ready to go to his own. You reach over and lightly tug on the edge of his shirt, getting his attention.

“Where are you going?” You ask, your voice groggy and strained.

“Back to my bed, I thought you were asleep.” He responds, brushing his soft fingers across your cheek.

“...Stay.”

He looks at you with a faint shocked expression.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m only a few feet away you could-“

“Stay.” You say, cutting him off mid sentence. He gives in, and lays back down on the bed next to you.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

“No I’m ok.” He says.

You know he’s lying. He’s actively shaking next to you, and he thinks you won’t notice? Nice try Megumi.

“Get under the covers, you’re shaking.”

He gives you a questioning look, making sure you actually know what you’re saying.

“You sure?”

“Yes Megumi I’m sure.”

He sits up once again, pulling the blankets up and over himself. You slot yourself next to him, facing his back. You subconsciously wrap an arm around him, placing your chin comfortably on his shoulder. Your breath tickles his ear, causing him to smile ever so slightly. He intertwines your hands and enjoys the warmth radiating from your body.

He wakes up early the next morning, your legs tangled together and your lips dangerously close to his. He must have turned in his sleep. He sets his smooth hand on your still sleeping face, running his thumb across the apple of your cheek.

“Cute.”

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An Analysis in Threes

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MUSE: Captain Red Handed Jessica

Three Strengths:

     Her adaptability and resourcefulness.  Is she brave, yes.  Is she lucky, also yes.   But over all, she can roll with the cards she’s been dealt in a way that many would call inhumanly clever.  Her intelligence, her perception, and her charisma are all different ingredients of this indomitable characteristic of hers.  She can see the value in just about anything and anyone, can pick up on clues and tangents few others can follow, and can remember seemingly endless details, tho unfortunately not on command.  But even then, her patchy memory seems to contribute to this adaptability as well, as it usually allows for detachment.  If she can find resources everywhere, it means she can survive everywhere. There have been countless times where the wheel of fortune has suddenly turned on her and she’d lost near everything and her response was more or less Damn, ok I need food water and shelter lets go.  No food?  Grow food.  No water?  Ask someone if they have water.  No shelter?  Sleep outside.  No money?  Steal money.  Can’t hear anymore?  Cool I can use loud weapons.  Crashed on an island?  My island now.  Shot?  Free bullet.  She knows when to push, she knows when to quit, and sometimes she knows when to gamble based on her ability ( what a man can do and what he can’t do and all that ).  Strong she may be, she knows its foolish to rely on strength.  Survival of the fittest actually rarely means survival of the strongest. ( edit; this is the theme for the entirety of her character. I will say it 50,000 times. I am very sorry ).  And as a student of philosophy and biology, she understands that phrase better than most. Leading to our next point.

     Her understanding.  As I stated, her charisma is something unmatched, and is a key element in all three of her strengths.  This charisma might not exist as prominently were it not for her ability to understand.  She has limited ( I’ll get back to that ) but deep running empathy and while not terribly observant all the time, she is always perceptive.  Not only that, but she’s personally known abuse, hardship, and uncertainty, and understands that hate or anger can be rooted in similar pain.  She was schooled lightly in both Christian and Buddhist values before diving heavily into democratic philosophy, meaning she believes all being experience suffering and therefore kindness is a powerful sign of strength, but also that suffering while free and equal is better than comfort in oppression.  And between her sweet words and beautiful face, she can get most people to open up in ways they themselves my not have expected.  Being very good with people means she can learn from them, gain something from them, lead them, and/or use them.  But Jessica isn’t a manipulator in truth; her intentions are almost always kind or healthy ones.  She absolutely uses people from time to time but not EVER without them consenting to or being made aware of such because again, unlike a manipulative person, she understands that can ruin a relationship and therefore ruin a resource.  What it makes for is an excellent leader, a beloved captain, and a trusted ally at most and an excellent conversationalist at the least.      But her understanding isn’t just social, oh no.  It’s academic as well.  Armed only with his little library and the lessons of his own teachers, Jessica’s foster father tirelessly smithed her into a not just a girl who knew a lot of things, but a truly intelligent, thinking mind. He’d die before learning he’d succeeded tenfold.  Jessica isn’t one to just except things as they are, facts or otherwise.  She usually needs to prove it, experiment, see things from a new angle.  Debates with her are fun!  She has no issue admitting she’s wrong or confessing she’s never thought of it that way, and is actually wrong a lot of the time.  It doesn’t bruise her ego, it excites her.  It means there’s more to learn.  And her ability to constantly understand new concepts paired with her ability to overwhelmingly understand people combine to make for a very powerful core idea of hers:  We are fittest to survive because we all fit together.  Our humanity, our empathy, our community are our strengths because they keep us united, which keeps us the fittest.  No one is independent, no man is an island.  People are power. And thus her final strength is just that.

     Her power.  While she and I still firmly state that strength isn’t everything don’t be disillusioned; its very goddamn important.  And it’s something Jessica has plenty of.  She is durable and clever because of her rocky early childhood, she is quick and versatile from her youth in a pirate port, she is physically strong and mighty from her years training in martial arts, and she’s an absolute crackshot after years of diligent practice with her trusty pistols.  Her true strength may lie in her brains and in her allies yes, but even without them, Red Jessica is a powerhouse of a warrior.  She can end fights extremely quickly or run from them without a prayer of catching her ( no shame in the later, both skills keep you alive ).  And it may be in bad taste to say, but ever since loosing most of her hearing, Jess swears up and down it’s made her vision better, her reaction time faster, and her quick thinking even quicker.  Yes of course she’s slowed down with age, but a bullet shoots at the same speed no matter how old you are.  And you best hope she didn’t bring her firecrackers, because while sudden loud noises will absolutely temporarily discombobulate or debilitate an opponent with healthy hearing, it’ll hardly effect her at all and suddenly, you’re a sitting duck.  You see those thighs?  You see those calves?  She can crush PINEAPPLES with them!  People have seen her do it!  Do you know how many micro-fractures broke and rebuilt those hands?  Thousands!  She can crush a trachea like a fucking beer can!  She can kick you to death!  One ill placed curb stomp and you are DECEASED.  Sometimes she’ll just psyche you out because she KNOWS you know she can kill your stupid ass!       But while her strength, mental and physical, have always been there, her power is relatively new.  As stated before, people are power.  Not knowledge, not money, not strength.  People.  She’s a fearsome warrior but she’d be useless if outnumbered.  Shes a very successful pirate, but she’d never make it out of port without a crew on her ship.  She found a gorgeous island, but it’d still be wild without those who built it’s piers and buildings.  She manages orchards and tends to them and harvests them herself, but she would loose all of her crop without the helping hands of her employed farmers.  And like I mentioned, she deeply understands this.  Freedom is not independence or vice versa.  Did you make the clothes on your back or the fabric that made those clothes?  Did you write the books you read to make you smarter or teach you that skill?  Did you plant the seed years ago that grew that orange you’re eating?  No, of course not.  Jessica didn’t either.  Another human did.  We all need each other to fill the holes in our lives that we can’t fill ourselves.  Humans are puzzle pieces in that way, there is no bigger picture or prayer for survival on our own.  And because of this, we can do anything we as a community, as a SPECIES work together to achieve.  There is no knowledge if there’s no one to learn from, there is no money if a society don’t give it value, your money is worthless if those you’re paying decide to rise against you, your role as leader only exists at the consent of those you lead, and your strength won’t save you from a sinking ship.  People are, and always will be, power.       And as someone who is exceptionally strong and exceedingly smart, Jessica has slotted herself in the humanity puzzle thusly: The strong exist to protect the weak, the smart exist to educate, and the lucky exist so the unlucky may be given aid.  And it is with this fairness and compassion that she has won the trust of so many.  She has a great many friends and allies even outside of those in her crew or on her island.  And she can make many more with ease.  That kind of power is not a power to be trifled with, even if she can kick your ass six ways to Saturday without it. 

Three Weaknesses:

     She suffers ADHD.  Now before ANY OF Y’ALL SAY ANYTHING, I myself also suffer ADHD.  And yes I do say suffer because well that’s what it causes for Jessica and I, suffering.  Yes, it is ableist language to say ‘suffering from’ rather than ‘has’ or ‘is diagnosed with’ and yes it perpetuates a stigma against us but god DAMN IT in both Jessica’s case and mine, it make life much much harder than it needs to be.  At the end of the day, Red Jessica is a fantasy of mine; I pour myself into her whether I mean to or not.  She’s the adult I wish I was, the person I might be if I had no anxiety, or brainfog, or lived in a world were I didn’t need a credit score or a degree. And even then, I can’t say I know anyone else’s problems better than my own.  So if my character has problems, by sheer osmosis they are going to reflect some of mine.  Both of the characters I write have ADHD because I have ADHD and I couldn’t even begin to know how a non-ADHD mind works to write it properly.  And no, I’m not being dramatic when I say it causes me suffering.  I can’t drive, I can’t hold down a job, I nearly flunked out of school, I still cant read very fast or spell very well, I am constantly overwhelmed by mundane things, I’m a slow learner, I forget very important things or recent things, I forget about things that mean the world to me, I forget about people, I stumble through tasks, I procrastinate hobbies and basic hygiene, and everything I do takes all goddamn day and I can only really do one important thing at a time and in order of importance.  If I have a date at 4pm, I’m dressed and ready at 11am because I’ve gotta do the important thing first or else I will forget to do the important thing.  I started typing this at a little before 5pm.  It’s 7;30.  It’ll probably be 10 o’clock at night by the time I fucking finish ( edit: l m a o its 1am bitch you thought ).  I’m 26 and am just medicated enough to barely function.  So yeah.  Suffering is the word.       Though for Jessica, perhaps suffering is a tad strong of a word.  Her ADHD affects her ability to function in far less debilitating ways ( though whether that’s a result of a less severe diagnosis than me or the result of the society, situations, and responsibilities she functions in and around are far different from mine, who’s to say ).  For her, she has very consuming hyperfixations that can last anywhere between weeks to decades, a spotty memory that is detail and memento oriented,  she’s scatterbrained more often then not but can focus with amazing clarity on her interests or in high adrenaline situations, is is ABYSMALLY bad at math and EXCRUCIATINGLY bad with numbers ( as opposed to me, who is good at numbers but shit at spelling or reading ), she can forget anything no matter how important it is to her or to anyone, she’s bad with names and dates, is COMPLETELY time-blind, has trouble prioritizing, and of course, wile not actually that materialistic, she absolutely has the ol’ magpie instinct.       While her poor memory assists in her adaptability and ability to move on, it also means she forgets things she needed to remember, like when the last time she bathed was and who this person is and what happened between her and someone else or what conversation’s shes had.  Unfortunately this means she’s a very good friend and leader... while you’re around and interacting with her on at least a weekly basis.  It’s almost a lack of object permanence in both a social and very real sense.  If something is not right in front of her, odds are she’s not going to think about it.  And while its something she constantly kicks herself for and actively tries to be better about, it applies to people too.  Face to face is the best way to interact with her; she won’t think to write you and in her modern verse she won’t think to ever call and she’ll text you back in perhaps a few days.  She doesn’t value you any less, I promise.  She’s just either distracted or overwhelmed.  Also, for someone as understanding as her, she is surprisingly self-centered.  Not selfish, self-centered.  She’ll talk about herself more than she should, and will assume people understand that she’s doing so as a form of showing empathy rather than bragging when they may not know this at all.  Actually she accidentally assumes all the time.  It was far worse when her hearing was functional; she’d finish your sentence for you or guess what it was you were going to say ( again, not to talk over, you but to show she understands you and the conversation, tho it usually came of as annoying or patronizing ).  Sometimes she mistakenly assumes you believe or know the same things she does without even realizing it.  Maybe she perceives the right idea off of someone but isn’t observant enough to notice anything past that.  And while she is willing to change her mind about things, she might change her mind a tad too quickly.  She’s an over-sharer and is horrible at keeping any kind of secret.  Romantic relationships tend to fizzle out. Her impulse control is improving but has a VERY long way to go. She’s always chasing something new.       All and all, when you’re a pirate, a librarian, or even a captain, all of these things may be irritating and inconvenient, but are overall manageable in chunks.  ...But as a governor to her island, as a leader of an entire population... oof. In the position of leadership that she’s in, she can’t afford to make too many massive mistakes, and she knows this.  ‘There is no power quite like the power of being underestimated’ is a phase you’ll hear her say a lot but for her, there is a shift in connotation.  If people expect less and you do more that’s a great upper hand in any situation but for her, it was a safety net.  Having ADHD sometimes means going months or years being fine and then eventually you fuck up and everyone around you wonders how in the world you managed to do that.  She has only barely avoided disaster more times than she’d like to admit.  Even with the resourcefulness, the understanding, and the power she wields, she’s finally starting to realize that she’s bit off more than she might be able to chew, with the entire well-beings and livelihoods of others on the line.  And she fears that one day she’ll play her cards wrong and everything she’d built, everything she’s done, will all come crashing down in ruin.

     She is Hard of Hearing.  This one is literally as simple as it sounds: she has moderate and degenerative hearing loss and tinnitus after years of canons, explosions, gunshots, and a definitive, scale tipping attack in her early 30s.  Her ears just don’t work at all like they used to.  The whole world sounds like it would if everything was underwater: she can’t pin point the location of sounds, how far off or close sounds are, and barely registers changes in volume. And it only gets worse the older she gets; one day she won’t hear anything at all.  And while yes, again, it might be very harsh and ableist to say, the truth of the matter that being deaf a “ weakness ” more often than its a strength.       That said, it very well can be a strength.  I’ve already mentioned that trick with the firecrackers and let me tell you it is a DAMN EFFECTIVE TRICK.  Shes around explosions and canons and guns all the time and now she can focus while being around them five times better than she could in the past!  But unfortunately it also means she’s very easy to sneak up on, she sometimes isn’t aware of danger until it’s nearly too late,  no one can get her attention or warn her across any distance, it’s very easy to escape from her, and it’s easy for her to be just... left out of things.  She might hear you talking, but she has little to no idea what you’re saying without sign or lipreading.  Some people don’t have the patience or even just the courtesy to speak slower, or clearer, or repeat themselves a lot.  Though, those last too thinks aren’t weaknesses of hers so much as they are the weakness of others, but they still negatively affect her self esteem and her effectiveness as a leader.       All of this has taught her to pick her battles carefully, and plan around the elements of surprise and discombobulation.  And while communication was tricky at first, it only got easier, and now she can talk to you almost like anyone can, so long as she’s looking you in the face. 

     That damn bleeding heart.  We have established a number of things that should easily add up to an overly empathetic, trusting, fight-the-good-fight, martyr-some, idealistic pushover;  she believes humanity and kindness are strengths, she has taken on the role of leader and then a provider, she has known suffering and tasked herself with ending the suffering of others to the best of her ability,  she lacks the clarity of mind to assume people aren’t just as good or capable as her automatically, she can have poor impulse control at times,  she wants to have relationships, and ( while I never stated this outright yet it can be inferred  ), she believes that being able to see yourself in others is the foundation of humanity and ( as i did say outright ) humanity is what keeps us unified and unity is what makes us fit and strong.  Keeping up?  Good. Here’s the curve ball: How can she whole hardheartedly preach and believe all of this, to the point of it being the foundation of her character, WHILE BEING A VIOLENT THIEVING AND BLOODTHIRSTY PIRATE?!  HOW, MANGO? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!!  Ok, fine, sure, I will. I’m sure about one half of you are looking up from the screen and going “ Oh yeah, wow I totally forgot that bit. “ and the other half got about two and a half paragraphs in before squinting and silently calling bullshit. So let me explain.      In short, she’s a detached hypocrite and is well aware and unashamed of her hypocrisy while far less aware of her detachment. I’ll cover both:  Western culture as a whole seems to be under the impression that hypocrisy, despite context or importance, is automatically bad.  I don’t know where this comes from personally ( my bet is Christianity but I have exactly 0 evidence ) but its a very... flawed idea.  Take the freedom of speech vs racism problem; say you owned a bar where all could speak their mind freely over cold drinks.  Excellent concept without context, right?  Sure. ....Then a die hard racist covered in slurs and symbols walks in and orders- what are you going to do?  The correct answer is to throw him out instantly.  Not let him sit so long as he doesn’t cause trouble, not just ignore him and hope he doesn’t return, you throw him out.  Is it hypocritical?  Yep!  Sure is!  But it is also 100% necessary to protect your other patrons because if you don’t, the racist starts feeling safe and bringing his racist buddies, literally everyone else starts feeling unsafe and starts to hang out elsewhere, and two months later, ta da!  You now own a n*zi bar and there is literally nothing you can do about it. Jessica is in a somewhat similar situation.  You as a pretend bar owner need to make a decision as who to let into your bar and who to throw out for the good of all of your patrons.  Jessica too is faced daily with that decision.  If she want’s to help as many people as possible, the only realistic way she can do that are by protecting those under her leadership... only.  She is surrounded by hateful, angry, sneaky, traitorous, abusive, or otherwise evil people.  Piracy as a profession and poverty in general can do that to a person.  Of course there is a clear difference between those down on their luck and desperate, and the truly cruel and twisted, but unfortunately both types of people yield the same wrongdoings.  It’s absolutely her nature to extend a hand to anyone and everyone but.... she just can’t anymore.  Too many times has her trust been betrayed, too many times has she gotten in peoples business trying to be helpful, only for her to absolutely bite her in the ass.  Too many time the extended hand is bitten and once or twice, she’s actually made things worse.       Now, she will only help someone she loves, someone under her leadership, or someone who seeks her out.  That’s it.  And even then, sometime it manages to bite er in the ass.  But she had to set that hard limit for herself out of necessity, one she does her absolute best to adhere too and... these days she adheres a little too well. That leads us to our next point; what I was alluding to at the beginning of her Understanding essay when I said she has limited but deep running empathy.  That detachment again, courtesy of a very unattached mother and unchecked ADHD. ( It isn’t a strong enough characteristic to even rank as a strength or a weakness but damn if it isn’t an undercurrent to a lot of her motivations and experiences. ) Strangers are fair game that she tries to ignore, but if she even perceives you as a threat, you could be in danger. Like anyone used to violence or perhaps anyone trapped in an us verses them mindset, she can just... flat... turn her empathy off.  Not on command, she’s not a socio or psychopath persay.  But she has become totally numb to the horror of violence via her warrior upbringing that, in her mind, violence can actually be rather fun. Pair that with the fact that she purposely tailored herself to only be empathetic to her allies and boom.  You get a kindhearted killer.  Cops and soldiers in our world do it literally every day.  Actually anyone can do it really, even you if you tried. You don’t have to be evil or even angry to kill or steal or lie... you just have to believe you’re right.

Three Secrets:

     WHAT SECRETS?!  LMAO this bitch is the oversharing queen!! I’ve been typing and pondering her character for literal hours ( its currently 11:16, fuck you adderall ), and I still can not think of a single goddamn secret.  There is nothing about her that at least five random people don’t fucking know about!! The only secrets she has are secrets she knows about other people and even then she is!! literally the worst!! She spills her guts left and right and yet she wants to be a mysterious bitch SO BAD like BABE I love you, you’re precious, but you are a dumbass attention seeking validation chasing adhd CLOWN girl!! Stop telling random people about your hermaphroditism or your dairy allergy or your dead dad or that time you fell asleep in a barrel like that is literally your uber driver Jessica honey come ooooon. I’m skipping this section mom holy fuck.

Three Fears:

     What if she does wrong by everyone who trusts her?  As stated at the end of the ADHD essay, she’s terrified of failing those she leads.  Where it as simple as personal failure, she’d be fine.  Ever if her entire world came crashing down on top of her she’d either die or start back from square one.  Death is a fact of life and her adaptability means she can just dust herself off and move on, so neither her death nor her failures really scare her... But it isn’t just her life and happiness at stake, is it? Not anymore, right?  What started as a leader of a small gang of rebels became a full crew, then a crew became a slew of allies, then those allies built a town and now... now she’s the governor of the Crimson Isle and there are nearly twenty five HUNDRED lives at her mercy.   HER mercy.  One really, really bad mistake could ruin their livelihoods or spark disorder and disloyalty.  And if she died?  Would whoever it is that will take her place be as good to them as she is?  Is she good enough to begin with in the first place? Every day the paperwork gets a little bit thicker, every year there’s a new baby or two.  And the isle has fertile soil sure but will it last?  Are they prepared for a raid or a hurricane?  And if Jessica trusts the wrong people, where her people right to trust her?  ...can I protect them? Can I protect them?! CAN I PROTECT THEM?!

     Who am I if I’m not interesting?  This is, literally, an entirely subconscious fear.  She’s not at all aware it exists and therefor this entry is short. But between her short time with her very unimpressed mother, her own ADHD, she is constantly hungry for attention without even realizing it.  She must be interesting and intriguing and engaging, and I did mention she wants to also be mysterious.  She wants not so much your input or even your validation - but rather if shes not perceived then.... is she really there? Remember, she is unaware of any of this.  And fortunately she’d never been starved for attention to act out over it in the first place, even when her disinterested mother was alive. Look at her; she’s radiant, she’s beautiful, and she’s 6′4 / 195 cm shredded and covered in cool scars. Without even opening her mouth, without even her colorful clothes, she’s kind of automatically interesting.  So she’s never been so desperate for attention that she acts out because she’s never been without it for very long.  But it’s there. Hungry, aching, silent.  Those years after the M branding were horrible and she could never really explain why.  She still throws parties, organizes festivals, and talks to damn near anyone who will listen.  Look at my art!  Look at my library! Listen to how much I know! Let me tell you how lovely you are! Look at my scares! Look at my hair! Look at me haha, please, please look at me. 

     GHOSTS. NOPE. No. NO. Fuck ALL of that noise. Stay dead, go to hell, eat a dick.  Red Jessica is a scientist and superstitious atheist. As an academic and somewhat bi-cultural woman she simply thinks there are far too many religions with far too much history for any of them to be considered The One True Thing You Must Believe Or ElseTM and she tends to not truly believe anything until she finds some kind of proof.  Shes not afraid of the unknown, shes thrilled by it. She’s not afraid of death or the afterlife, that’s beyond her control. She’s only superstitious because she does believe in and value luck, and also its a bit of a cultural habit. BUT IF SOME SHIT STARTS MOVING ON ITS OWN OR IF SHE SEES SOME BULLSHIT IN THE CORNER OF HER EYE THEN SHE IS OUT OF THERE. OUTIE 5000. She has heard the tales of lost souls from purgatory or the eternally ravenous Pret or dangerous Phi Tai Hong or the tragic and startling Banshees or the creepy Santa Compana and she wouldn’t believe a word of it where it not for one thing.      SHE FUCKING SAW ONE. She’ll never forget it, it was the first and last time she EVER attempted to plunder a tomb all Skyrim style and at first she thought it was one of the crewmean being creepy as shit until she got a good look and he was SEE THROUGH AS SHIT AND SKINNY AS FCUK AND SHE GOT LITERALLY CHASED THE FUCK OUT OF THAT JOINT. She does not CARE that some ghosts are just apparitions she does not CARE that some are friendly and trying to warn her of something if you are MOVING and DEAD at the SAME time get FUCKED. If any of y’all cringe try-hards bring a Ouija board to the party you are getting SENT HOME and BLOCKED. NO CAP.

Three Goals:

   She really only has one left. Listen its... almost 1am and ive been typing since like 5pm i think i covered goals somewhere in here but ive gotta throw in the towel but even then I’m kinda being serious.  Her only remaining goal is to find a suitable heir of some kind.  She wants what she’s built to fall into worthey hands but she could never seem to find a good parter and even when she did she couldn’t sustain a pregnancy ( you’d think that would be a huge deal but it hardly mattered to her oddly ).  So at 50 the option of having kids is out but there’s still plenty of hope for either adoption or a protege.  But then again, she’s so busy these days that she hardly prioritizes it like she wants to.  

                                                                               holy shit i need some water...

[miwtual]

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