but yeah don't worry to the rest of you following me still

anonymous asked:

Dude can you do a continuation of the sparrow thing where hanzo gets nicknames at overwatch and his reaction to it

Heck yeah I can, and I’m gonna make it McHanzo-flavored to boot


Hanzo follows Genji to Overwatch after a couple of months, after the knowledge that he lives has eaten too far into him to ignore. Genji is wary, as he should be, but nonetheless incredibly pleased that Hanzo has joined him.

The first time Genji calls him Brother, for the first time in ten years, Hanzo excuses himself after and has a panic attack in his room.

People in Overwatch are … friendly. More or less.

They all start with that distrust of him, that is true, and he doesn’t blame them one bit. He is surprised they allowed him to join them at all, and probably would have thrown them off the high Gibraltar cliffs if Genji hadn’t vouched for him.

Genji has other names, now; everyone refers to him with fondness. Lena calls him Luv, which Hanzo learns is a general term of endearment for her. Lucio and Hana call him Ninja, which strikes Hanzo as a little too literal. 

Most of them call him either Hanzo or Shimada-san, depending on how aware they are of Japanese honorifics. He expects epithets more like Murderer or Traitor. It would be no less than he deserves.

The only one who doesn’t shy away is the cowboy, who doesn’t call him much of anything outside of partner, the same way anyone else would say friend.

“I do not think they want me here,” Hanzo admits to Genji one evening. Because why would they?

“They do,” Genji assures him. “You are a valuable asset. And they like you, when you’re being pleasant. Do not worry, brother.”

Hanzo manages not to have a panic attack this time, but it’s a near thing.

When the nicknames do start, Hanzo is startled, almost afraid. 

Lucio’s nickname for him is Legolas, a reference that Hanzo doesn’t understand but is assured is appropriate–and once Reinhardt hears it, he is nothing less than ecstatic and also starts saying it. Lena’s is still Luv, like it is for most people, or sometimes Broody if she’s teasing. Hana just call him an old man, which he accepts in good humor because he probably does seem old, compared to her. It is better than what she could be calling him. 

McCree eventually calls him Archer, but Hanzo thinks he would not mind him just calling him by name just to hear it in McCree’s rich, drawling voice.

One of the things McCree calls everyone else is an odd one: Darlin’. It’s the kind of thing one would expect to hear only between significant others, but McCree just shrugs and says, “I dunno, I don’t really notice when I say it. I just say it to people I like sometimes.”

Hanzo monitors its usage. McCree mostly calls the women darling, moreso when he’s trying to be sweet (or get something) and with the people he’s known the longest. Once, he even says it to Genji.

Hanzo realizes he has never heard it aimed his way. When the realization hits, his stomach twists and churns with cold, vicious jealousy. For a brief second, he hates that once again, his own brother is being shown the kind of affection he never is.

Horror and shame dawn on him immediately after, and he can’t bear to look Genji in the eye for the rest of the night.

McCree kisses him one night, after a mission that was just this side of too close for comfort. Hanzo accepts it, kisses back, takes what he can before McCree realizes his mistake.

But McCree never shows a hint of regret, and Hanzo doesn’t have the courage to end it before he ruins it. 

After that night, McCree’s names for him take a turn: now it’s darling and sweetheart and, on one or two occasions, gorgeous. Hanzo sometimes forgets that these terms are aimed at him, sometimes that they’re aimed only at him.

They’re not really nicknames, Hanzo realizes after a little while. They’re pet names. Affection. Perhaps, he thinks wildly, maybe even love.

Hanzo can’t remember if he’s ever called anyone, aside from his family, anything but their name. But he tries it one night, takes McCree’s word and turns it back to him, the word darling feeling unfamiliar and childish as he murmurs it against the warm skin of McCree’s neck. 

McCree says nothing, but he grins a bashful sort of smile, and Hanzo resolves to make that the only thing he ever calls him again.


Requested: can you do one where shawn has a mental breakdown and you have to calm him down

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

Your name: submit What is this?


“Y/n,” You hear Andrew’s voice shouting from the front of the bus. You don’t know why he’s yelling, but he sounds frantic.

You tell your sister, “I have to go. I’ll call you back later.” And you hang up the phone before even giving her a chance to say goodbye as you slide out of your bunk. You’re currently on tour with Shawn because he had asked you to come along, but you miss your family just like he misses his when he’s gone. Whenever Shawn’s busy working, you often take that time to call or FaceTime your family or friends back home. Shawn is currently doing his meet and greet, so you had decided to stay on the bus to talk to your sister over the phone.

As soon as your toes touch the ground, Andrew appears at the end of the hall. “Y/n, there you are!” He practically screams, which slightly startles you because you’re not very far from him, so you don’t really understand why he’s shouting so loudly. “Come with me,” He says, turning around and practically running out of the bus. You’re confused, but decide to not ask any questions as you rush after him.

“Shawn’s freaking out. I think everything’s just been too much lately.” Andrew tells you, while practically jogging into the venue.

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jadethunderhoof  asked:

Yo this isn't angst but... 2D getting jealous because is flirting with other people despite 2D and the reader not dating? Like 2D getting jealous and being like "why don't you flirt with me" yet he's never said anything to let the reader know that 2D likes them.

A/N: *grace jones voice* thAT;S WHAT I WANTT

Jealous!2D/Reader (Oneshot)

Word count: 2,360

The gust of air condition is by no means unpleasant but it takes you by surprise as you step past the automatic doors at the roller rink, the loud bass over the speakers sending vibrations throughout your chest. Noodle walks ahead of the group, almost running towards the skate counters, leaving the rest of her band mates and you behind. You pull your hands out of your jacket pocket, and look around as you follow her, everyone dressed up in 70′s fashion as it was the theme of tonight. 

You hear a muffled voice to your left and turn your head, “Huh?”

“It’s crowded,” 2D repeats himself over the music, walking up a bit so he’s closer to you.

“Yeah,” you say looking around, “It’s pretty dark in here so you don’t have to really worry about being recognized,” you say turning to the others. 

The four of you meet up with Noodle at the counter as she eagerly taps her nails against the counter, “Skates are half off because it’s Tuesday,” she explains before her skates are handed to her. She takes them quickly before shouting, “Meet you guys in the rink,” and runs off.

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Sleepless Nights, touken headcanon/mini-fic

Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.

I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)

i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂  shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨



“Y-Yes?” he stammers.

“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”

He’s shaking.

“Oh, w-well…”

“Do you?”

He swallows.

“I-I mean, if you ever feel col—“

Touka sighs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight then.”

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multiotp  asked:

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANY MORE!" "I DON'T RECOGNIZE MY SELF!" That's in all caps because I see it as screamed. Can you do that for boyf friends sorry I'm so awkward and used to being able to hide behind anonymous but I've fallen in love with your writing lately. Only if you want to you don't have too

I FINALLY DID IT AH! So sorry it took me so long, I could go on about exams and all that shit but I’m sensing you will hopefully get the picture.
Regardless, thank you for the prompt/request!


It was a Saturday night and the boys were spending their time wisely - playing video games in Michael’s basement. They weren’t sure how long they had been in there but neither bothered to care.

Finally, after hours of waiting, Jeremy was released from hospital. After the eventful school day on Friday Michael had offered that Jeremy stay at his house that night to catch a break, and Jeremy whole
-heartedly agreed. As soon as they arrived home, Jeremy collapsed onto Michael’s bed and fell asleep, exhausted from all the questions he had received that day. Michael soon followed suit and before they knew it the two woke up at 3am on a Saturday morning.

Now, with nothing else to do, the boys were still playing video games. Eventually, the inevitable red with white text ‘GAME OVER’ flashed onto the screen, ending the particular match.

“Awe come on!” Michael complained, setting down the controller and flopping onto the beanbag behind him. Jeremy sat adjacent, frowning at the TV. “I thought we were finally gonna beat that one!”

“Y-Yeah…” Jeremy replied, still staring at the TV. After a few seconds passed, Michael sighed, hoisted himself upright and went to eject the disk from the console.

“Woah Michael, we were playing-”

“Not anymore,” he announced, returning the disk to its place on the shelf. “I wanna play something I know we can win.”

Before Jeremy could question him, Michael pushed an unknown disk into the slot and bounced back into his beanbag just in time to see the words ‘Apocalypse of the Damned’ appear on screen.

“Oh…” Said Jeremy in response.

“Come on dude,” Michael cheered, grabbing his controller off the floor and hitting play. “This one is no match for us.”


An hour later and Michael was seriously starting to worry about Jeremy. Not only had they not gotten past their usual warmup match but had been stuck in the same God damn area for 60 whole minutes. And Micheal knew something was up when Jeremy didn’t respond to his usual code words for 'Zombie, right behind you’ or 'Use the axe not the riffle for this one’ - the list went on. Eventually, he jammed down on the pause button and turned to face his best friend.

“Ok, what happened?” He demanded, snatching the controller from Jeremy’s hands.

“W-what?” Jeremy stuttered in response, completely oblivious to his best friend’s reasons for questioning.

“Something’s up, I can tell. You’re usually great at this game bro! Even better than me. But something’s off tonight.” Micheal shuffled closer and rest his head in his palms. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Jeremy shifted awkwardly on the beanbag, trying not to meet Michael’s gaze.

“I..I-it’s nothing really I just-”

“It’s the Squip isn’t it,” Michael said, instantly recognising the type of hesitation he was being given. For the past few hours Michael had tried to ask Jeremy about the Squip but all that he received was the same 'it was nothing’ stammer each time.

Jeremy looked up, something shifting in his demeanour.

“I don’t want to play this anymore.” He stated, slowly and every words feeling like a drop of venom.

“W-what?” Michael said in response.

Jeremy locked eyes with Michael and arched his back so that he was sitting upright. He spoke even clearer.

“I don’t want to play this anymore”

“Yo Jeremy, dude, calm down.” Michael started, reaching out to his best friend. But Jeremy flinched backwards, slapping Michael’s fingers away.

“D-don’t touch me tall ass!” He cried, falling off of the beanbag and into the floor. Instantly he recognised the words that he had spoken, covering his mouth with his spare hand. But Michael had already heard them.

“W…what did you just call me?” He stammered, slowly rising from the beanbag. Jeremy climbed off of the floor to meet him, stuttering an attempted apology.

“I didn’t mean- that’s not what I - fuck - Michael I, that- that wasn’t-”

“T-Tall ass?!” Michael cried, stepping away from Jeremy. “What the hell dude?”

“No Michael I-”

“What happened to you?” He questioned, louder this time. “What has he done to you Jer? Was it worth it? Making you popular but turning you into… this?”

“I don’t-”

“Dude I don’t know who you are anymore-”

“I DON’T EVEN RECOGNISE MYSELF!” Came Jeremy’s answer. Michael flinched at the sudden increase in volume, eyes flying up to meet his best friend’s. Jeremy’s bright blue eyes soon began to fill with tears as he slumped against the wall.

“He’s gone Michael… but he won’t go away…” he muttered, head flying into to his hair. “Everything I do, I can still hear that voice in the back of my mind telling me what I’m doing wrong, mirroring his exact words. And I do it! I listen to it, because that’s what I’ve been programmed to do.”


“And you know what the worst part is Michael? That voice isn’t even real! It’s inside my head, because it’s my voice. It’s me telling all those things. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT MICHAEL! I-”

Jeremy was interrupted by the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around his waist and pulling his close into Michael’s chest. The boy hung on tightly, head hidden in the crook of Jeremy’s tear-stricken neck. Soon, his hands lowered from his hair to return the hug and the two slowly slid against the wall onto the floor.

No words were spoken between the two, just the action of each other being there was enough. The soft hum of the console filled the basement, the smell of candy and Mountain Dew carried through the air.

Eventually, Michael spoke, breaking the silence.

“I don’t care what he told you Jeremy, but you will always be my player two and nothing will change that ok? We’ll fight this, and we’ll come through stronger.” He tightened the hug between them. “I’ll always be here for you Jer.”

The tall boy smiled, returning the pressure of the embrace. He couldn’t help the shift in his smile as he spoke:

“That’s what friends are for yeah?”

Michael’s expression wavered as he responded.

“Yeah… best friends.”

Opposites. (Daryl Dixon)

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

After being grazed by Andrea’s bad shot, Daryl was fixed up and sent into his tent to rest. When everyone had gone to finish their chores, and after I finished mine, I brought Daryl a plate of dinner. He was lying with his back to the tent entrance, his back exposed and I could see the tattoo on his skin. When he heard the fly unzip he glanced over his shoulder, aiming his crossbow at me and I motioned to the plate, putting a hand up in surrender.

“Easy now. I wasn’t the one who shot you.” Daryl put down his weapon and glanced at the plate. “Does it still hurt?” I asked as I placed his food down and sat next to him.

“Nah,” he murmured. His body shifted so he was facing me now and sitting up. “Andrea’s a real bad shot, huh?”

I couldn’t suppress the smile forming on my face. “She’ll get better with practice. You’d just better be thankful it wasn’t anyone else taking that shot.”

“Ain’t nothing worth living for anymore.” Daryl muttered as he reached for his plate. My chest stung a little at his words. “How is she?”

“Still shaken up. Who wouldn’t be after almost taking you out? What were you doing out there anyway?” I asked curiously, watching him eat with satisfaction considering I rarely saw him eat anymore ever since Sophia went missing.

Daryl chewed slowly, shrugging nonchalantly. “Got lost.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“A skilled tracker like yourself?” I teased.

This time he rolled his eyes while he cleaned his plate and after he set it back down his eyes met mine. He was smirking slightly and I raised an eyebrow questioningly. “When you thought I got shot, were you worried?”

My cheeks warmed up slightly and I pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Um,” I picked up his plate and stood up, messing with my t-shirt nervously. “Do you want anything else?”

“An answer.” Daryl persisted.

“Of course I was worried. I thought you had died. You’re a valuable member of this group. Daryl.” I said, not completely bluffing. Daryl scoffed and shook his head.

“You know that ain’t the type of answer I want.”

“Get some rest, Daryl. Let me, or anyone else, know if you need anything.” I added quickly. Daryl smirked again and nodded before I headed out. My face still felt hot as I was washing off his plate in the sink inside the Greene’s kitchen.

Daryl and I didn’t exactly get along at the beginning of everything. He was impulsive and angry while I thought things through and kept a cool head. We were polar opposites and we butted heads a lot. Lately, the banter between us had somehow become more playful, flirty even, and it concerned me. It’s not that I didn’t think Daryl wasn’t attractive, I was just scared of how things would end or what would happen to the group if we were to get involved and then break up. Now more than ever our group needed stability. I couldn’t imagine getting caught up in a relationship only for one of us to die tomorrow.

I won’t deny it hurt me a little when Daryl said there wasn’t anything worth living for anymore. I had hoped he would try to live for me, I know I would for him. What was I saying? God, the guy gets shot and all these hidden feelings decide to rise up inside me like some schoolgirl crush.

Daryl continued to seek me out after our conversation. He’d ask me to go on runs with him or join him on a search for Sophia. We talked a lot, mainly about our pasts, or at least mine. It was something normal to talk about now a days. What had been and what we had been.

“A teacher?” Daryl questioned, studying the ground. “With little kids?”

I smiled. “Yes, Daryl, with children. Eight year olds, more specifically.”

“Did you always want to be a teacher?” he asked.

“Yeah, it felt like the only thing I was good at, and I liked it.” Daryl nodded and I could tell he was thinking of more questions to ask, so I stopped him. “What about you? You haven’t told me much about your life. I know about Merle. What about Daryl?”

Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t much to know. I was just some redneck. Still am.”

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t also have a life. Like the rest of us. What did you do before this?” Daryl stayed quiet, so I pressed on. “Did you have a girlfriend?” Daryl scoffed and looked at me incredulously over his shoulder. “What? I had a boyfriend. He was a bartender.”

“What was he like?” Daryl asked. I rolled my eyes deciding he wasn’t going to answer any personal questions. No matter how hard I tried.

“Quiet. He was kind, smart, he liked little kids but he kept that hidden with the rest of his soft side. He was tall and tough, but he was gentle and he had a lot of love to give out. I felt safe with him.” I thought more about my boyfriend and felt my heart ache with longing. I missed him. Daryl gave me a sympathetic look and I shrugged. “He died heroically. Like I always thought he would. He was protecting Jacqui and I, actually.”

“I’m sorry.” Daryl said after a moment.

“You remind me of him sometimes. You’re both reserved, but you care. Even if you don’t let on as much as others.” Daryl and I stared at each other and then he smiled.

“I don’t mind being like him. He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Yeah?” I grinned.

“Yeah,” Daryl smirked a little before continuing on the track he had found. “We got the same taste in women.” My cheeks burned brightly and I smiled to myself as I followed after him. Moments like these with Daryl were more than enough until we were ready for something more serious. Something greater than ourselves.

Requested: Daryl and Reader are opposites and have a love-hate relationship in which they dislike each other at the beginning of the outbreak but soon become closer after he is thought to be shot by Andrea. Man, this was a throwback. I miss the old seasons when all my babies were alive and well. Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! xx

zodiac horror story (part 2)
  • ig // sassasstrology
  • the signs are camping out in the woods. they're at a cliché, dark, scary old forest where the murderer always comes and kills people. let's see what will happen..
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  • part 1: http://littlekingv.tumblr.com/post/158545307359/zodiac-horror-story-part-1
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  • aries - male
  • taurus - male
  • gemini - female
  • cancer - male
  • leo - female
  • virgo - female
  • libra - female
  • scorpio - male
  • sagittarius - male
  • capricorn - female
  • aquarius - male
  • pisces - female
  • (that's ^ not really important, but if you want to know the genders of the signs i came up with, there they are.)
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  • - previously on ''zodiac horror story''
  • ''virgo: this forest is scary as shit.
  • aquarius: your face is scary as shit.''
  • pisces: *screams*
  • cancer: PISCEEESSESEESS.''
  • - this time on ''zodiac horror story''
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  • the signs are all traumatized by what just happened. did pisces die? is she still alive? who knows. the signs are sitting in taurus' tent, waiting for the perfect moment to come out.
  • taurus: well, aries, because i wanted to have a tent all for myself because i don't want to sleep with any of you in one tent. and it was really small and cute, i just had to buy it. couldn't resist.
  • cancer: then why are we in this tent and not in yours, aries? you have the biggest tent out of all of us.
  • aries: the tent is only meant for sagittarius and me.
  • scorpio: then don't fucking complain about being in the smallest tent. you are the one who doesn't want to share your big ass tent, so it's your fault that we are here, in this tent.
  • virgo: y'all know that we could easily move to my tent? my tent is the second biggest.
  • leo: what if the killer is outside?
  • aquarius: who the fuck said that there was a killer?
  • capricorn: she could've easily fell.
  • gemini: true, but can you also explain how she's gone all of the sudden and why she screamed so loudly?
  • aquarius: aliens.
  • sagittarius: guys, don't worry. she'll probably be back soon. gemini left too and here she is.
  • gemini: hehe.
  • libra: is pisces gone?
  • scorpio: *hits libra with a flashlight*
  • capricorn: so.. are we going to move from tent or what?
  • aquarius: i just want to sleep, man.
  • taurus: saaMEEEE.
  • cancer: should we just go outside and check if anything's outside?
  • virgo: yes.
  • leo: who's going first?
  • sagittarius: i will go first, i don't care 'bout shit.
  • sagittarius slowly peeks his head out. he crawls out of the tent.
  • sagittarius: no one's here! you all can come out!
  • everyone crawls out of the tent.
  • aquarius: hmm.. what time is it?
  • cancer: *grabs phone out of pocket* ehh.. 3:34 AM.
  • aquarius: OH MY GOD I WANT TO SLEEP.
  • scorpio: well, we aren't going to sleep until we find pisces. let's split up.
  • aries: what?! are you out of your fucking mind?!
  • virgo: why can't we just stick together..?
  • scorpio: if we split up, we have the chance to find pisces faster.
  • gemini: not if she's dead lol.
  • scorpio: she's not. she can't be.
  • capricorn: she can..
  • cancer: WE DON'T CARE. we're going to find her, whether she's alive or not. we can't just leave a friend behind.
  • sagittarius: well, she basically left us behind.
  • aquarius: can i just stay here and sleep?
  • taurus: yeah, can i stay here too?
  • scorpio: no.
  • cancer: wait, what if taurus and aquarius stay here and watch our stuff, and we are going to find pisces.
  • capricorn: good idea.
  • leo: can we just go already?
  • virgo: i ain't leaving if we are all going to split up. i don't want to go alone.
  • cancer: we ain't going alone. we're going in groups. you and capricorn will go that way, leo and libra that way, sagittarius and gemini that way and scorpio, aries and i will go that way.
  • virgo: ugh, fine.
  • cancer: great, let's go.
  • scorpio: and be careful y'all.
  • libra: yay, adventure!
  • all the groups are out in the woods, looking for pisces, not knowing where they are, or where to go. let's see how capricorn and virgo are doing out in the woods.
  • virgo: it's sooooo cold.
  • capricorn: i know.
  • virgo: why does this happen to us?! why, oh, why?!!!!!?!?!
  • capricorn: calm down! we're just going to walk around, head back and then we're just going to say that we didn't find pisces. end.
  • virgo: what!? i don't want to lie!
  • capricorn: well, too bad! pisces probably just left us because we didn't listen to her.
  • virgo: she wouldn't! she would've told me.
  • capricorn: maybe not.
  • virgo: she's my best friend. why wouldn't she?
  • capricorn: soo.. you're her best friend, still you don't want find her. okay.
  • virgo: what? who said that?
  • capricorn: you did. all you were worrying about is splitting up.
  • virgo: that's just because i'm afraid to go alone in the woods, okay?!
  • capricorn: you didn't even say anything when she went missing or when she screamed or when there was a blood trail on the ground.
  • virgo: i-i.. i don't know.
  • capricorn: of course you don't.
  • capricorn starts walking while virgo stands still, not knowing what to do or say.
  • capricorn: hurry the fuck up.
  • virgo: *sigh*
  • let's see how taurus and aquarius are doing.
  • taurus: i wish i had some pizza right now.
  • aquarius: oh my lord. why did you say that?!
  • aquarius: I'M HUNGRY NOW, THANKS.
  • taurus: i have chips in my bag if you want.
  • aquarius: yes please.
  • taurus walks over to his tent and grabs a bag of chips out of his bag.
  • taurus: *sing hallelujah*
  • aquarius: *sings with taurus*
  • taurus: do you want a drink?
  • aquarius: yes.
  • taurus: coke?
  • aquarius: yes!
  • taurus walks over to his tent again.
  • taurus: aqua, do you know where my mini-fridge thingy is?
  • aquarius: uhh.. no?
  • taurus: uughhhhh. someone probably stole it.
  • aquarius walks over to taurus to help him find it.
  • aquarius: uhhh.. maybe behind your tent?
  • they go behind the tent and they see a light in the distance.
  • taurus: hey, do you see that light too?
  • aquarius: yeah..
  • taurus: should we go to it?
  • aquarius: uhh.. i don't know man..
  • taurus: i'm going.
  • aquarius: w-what?!
  • taurus walks towards the light.
  • aquarius: fucking hell.
  • aquarius follows taurus.
  • taurus: heeyy, it's my mini-fridge and a flashlight!
  • taurus picks up the fridge and flashlight.
  • aquarius: phew.
  • aquarius walks back to the camp.
  • aquarius: *looks behind him* taur-taurus? what are you doing? why are you standing there? come on!
  • taurus falls on the ground with 4 knives in his back and one knife in the back of his head. he's.... dead.
  • aquarius: *screams*
  • scorpio: aquarius?
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  • rest in peace taurus.. you will be missed..
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  • stay tuned for part 3, and thanks for reading!
I don't love you anymore...


Anonymous asked -Hi! i was wondering if i could request a Jungkook scenario where he breaks up with you because he likes some other girl, but ends up regretting it. When he goes back the the reader to get them back she has already moved on with someone new. (Like Yugyeom or something like that) Thank you!! -

“Y/N we need to talk” “uh yeah sure, just hold on one second” “no we need to talk now” jungkook said with a serious voice “you knew something has been up all week so you gave him your full attention now. “is…everything o-” “we need to break up” jungkook said suddenly. All you could mutter was a simple “what” you felt your heart shatter into a thousand pieces when you heard those words come out of Jungkooks mouth “I’m breaking up with you Y/N” you can feel the tears build up in your eyes with every word he says “w-why now” “I’m in love with somebody else” he said loudly he didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly but the words just spilled out that way and there was no way to take them back now “I’m in love with somebody else Y/N, I’m sorry that it has to end like this. I just don’t have feelings for you anymore. You could feel your heart breaking but pounding at the same time, eyes filled with tears. You didn’t want him to see you so hurt. “leave” you said softly not being able to get over the painful bump in your throat. “Y/N” he says as he steps towards you. “leave!” you screamed at him, this time not being able to hold the tears you screamed with all you could. Jungkook walked out of door quietly, he knew he had broken you.

Once you heard the door close behind him you fell to the floor a part of you wanted nothing to do with him anymore the love you once had was now fueled with hatred ‘how could he do this to me’ ‘he said he loved me’ ‘how long was he seeing another girl’ ‘why’ all these ran through your head. But also, a part of you wanted him to come running back through the door, run up to you and say, “it was all a prank” you wanted him to come hug you and comfort you after this ‘prank’ telling you that he loved you that he only had eyes for you. But he didn’t he walked through that door and didn’t come back. He left you there crying on the floor. In your head, you went through the two years you had spent happily with jungkook, going through the first time you met to your first kiss, your first I love you’s. when he introduced you to his members, every happy memory you had with jungkook was now erased and replaced with sorrow.

You spent the rest of the day (and the rest of the week) crying your eyes out. You could barely breathe sometimes you cried so hard you wanted to scream out you wanted to scream at him but you wanted to scream at yourself even more for letting yourself get so hurt. You stayed like that for a week before you friend Y/F/N got worried, she came to your apartment to see you as a mess, dried tears on your face, your hair a mess you haven’t showered you haven’t even left your bed. She pulled you out of your hole, cleaned you up, and promised you a fun time out “you’ll forget all about that jerk, I promise you” were her exact words. She took you out and you had to admit you were actually having a pretty good time, you were laughing and that smile everybody loved was back once again.

Y/F/N took you to a café first to get you caffeinated and awake for the day. You talked for a while. You talked about everything the break up, what you’ve been doing all week (crying your eyes out in bed and eventually crying yourself to sleep is what it mostly consisted of) you admitted to Y/F/N that you thought he was the one. Those two years were the happiest years of your life. You had told him so many things that you haven’t even told your best friend which she eventually scolded you for not telling her. After talking with Y/F/N for quite a while. Y/F/N dragged you to the mall. You went shopping, laughed at the silliest clothes you could find at forever 21, trying them on and laughing so hard with Y/F/N you were having the best time in a while.

You were walking around the mall finding your next destination when you saw him. You saw jungkook, he wasn’t alone either… he was with a girl. He looked like he was having fun, that he had forgotten all about you, all about the two years he had spent with you. You froze. Not moving even though people were shoving you out of the way in the busy mall. When your friend looked at you, your eyes were swelling with tears again. Y/F/N pushed you into the nearest store, asking numerous times if you were okay, if you wanted to leave but you didn’t hear her your eyes were glued on jungkook. The girl jungkook was with suddenly reached up and kissed him softly. 

You broke your gaze, now just looking around the room trying to get the tears to not fall down your face in front of everybody. “I want to go home” you said quietly to your friend. “no, I’m sorry Y/N but I promised you a good time, that I would cheer you up and I’m still going to try Y/N” she pulled your arm and you just followed behind her. Walking straight passed jungkook. He turned when he saw you face and whispered a gentle “Y/N?” he looked back to his now girlfriend hoping to erase the imagine your pained face out of his brain. You and Y/F/N walked around for a bit before she had the idea of taking you to the bar, you weren’t really excited to go but you saw the determination your friend had to get you to your bubbly cheerful self again so you agreed only to make her happy.

when you reached the bar, your friend ordered both of you drinks. You were planning on having only one or two drinks, call a cab, go home and forget the all too familiar face of your ex. But the drinks kept coming and you kept drinking every one of them, you couldn’t help yourself you were too depressed to care you were going to have a major hangover in the morning and kept drinking whatever came in your direction. Now your only plan was to drink your sorrows away. the rest of the night was a bit of a blur but you remembered the numerous drinks you had received and the one drink that the guy next to you had ordered for you that you kindly took. You walked up to him to thank him before you pulled you gently towards the dance floor. You danced the rest of the night with mysterious man who bought you a drink.

When you woke up the next morning you were in your own bed. Your head was pounding and you groaned the second you winced from the pain. When you finally dragged yourself out of bed you found a note on your table ‘hey Y/N it’s me the guy from last night, I brought you back home after we danced for so long haha anyways my name is yugyeom here is my number 123-456-7890 call me I had fun last night! :)’ you smiled. You had fun last night you met a great guy who yes you did meet at a bar but he wasn’t like the normal guys at the bar who it on girls and try to get in your pants he was genuinely sweet caring and a great dancer you thought.

You called Y/F/N to tell her even though the first thing she did when she answered the phone was groan at you. You had forgotten all about jungkook and the pain and you were happy again. You called yugyeom at night with the advice from your friend even if you brushed off her advice in the past. You called him you thanked him for last night and told him you had fun he admitted that he was having a rough week and that you made him smile for the first time in that week. You talked the rest of the night. Just about anything and everything you talked about you, you talked about him, you talked about your favorite animals. Just everything and you never got bored once you finally fell asleep at 4 am after he had told you to get some sleep. You made a date with him to meet him at the café down the street from where he lived.

That date was the first of many dates and you had finally made it official. He had told you he was in a group called got7 and you were okay with it as it was nothing new you had experienced the same thing with jungkook. He knew about jungkook and you but it was all the past and he was well over forgotten. you were happy again. You had found someone who loved you again and you were happy. Dare I say even happier then you were with jungkook. You connected more with yugyeom and the rest of got7 were one of your best friends now. You were happy and content you two have even talked about marriage and kids in the future you were in the right place with yugyeom. You forgot all about your heart break. You still kept in contact with the rest of bts as they were still your friends but other than that dare I say you even forgot jungkook existed in your world. One day you were waiting for yugyeom outside of a pizza shop when you had seen Jungkook.

You didn’t give him that much attention but you saw that he was walking towards you and looking straight at you so you gave him a smile and a friendly wave to stay away from anything awkward even if the whole situation was awkward itself “hi Y/N” he said as he stood right in front of you “hey jungkook” you said with a smile. You looked down and back up at you. “everything ok” this was all too familiar now and you were getting uncomfortable. He looked up at you with a sad smile “Y/N I’m so sorry about what I did to you, the truth is I still love you I want you back. Please give me a second chance please” he said he sounded as if he was almost going to cry so you knew this was sincere. He took you hand in his before you quickly pulled away “I’m sorry jungkook you know I’ll always love you but I’m with Yugyeom now I’m happy with him so happy jungkook. You broke my heart when I saw you with that girl. I can’t go back to you jungkook not now and I don’t think I’ll ever I’m sorry” you said with a frown you didn’t know what to do should you get Yugyeom.

Should you hug him you had no idea. “please Y/N I was so stupid I didn’t love that girl I don’t know what I was thinking I was so happy with you Y/N” he said now literally on the verge of tears “I’m sorry jungkook but I don’t love you like that anymore you have to understand. I hope for the best for you and say hi to the rest of bangtan for me ok?” you said that with a hopeful smile before yugyeom walked out, greeted jungkook, and you walked off with yugyeom “bye jungkook” you said before leaving. You were happy with yugyeom yes you loved jungkook but not in that way anymore. You could never go back to him. He broke your heart once you don’t need it shattered once more. You and yugyeom held a very happy life together after that. so many happy memories and way more to come.

A/N: heyyy guys!!! sorry the end is a bit trash but I tried lol, it is currently 2 am and I’m tired af. Sorry it was posted late. Please feel free to send any asks or messages to me I love talking to everyone! Yugyeoms number Is fake as you can all tell lol. To the anon who requested I hope you like it!! Also to everyone else I hope you like it! Goodbye for now~ 

(oh and i wanna start a text series soon please tell me what you think and ifs you have any ideas)


This is my first imagine ever so I’m sorry i know it’s rubbish.


Being best friends with Christina definitely had it’s perks. You got to travel around the country with her, go to many different YouTube events and meet a lot of new people. The biggest perk of them all though was meeting the Why Don’t We boys.

When you were first introduced to them you were nervous as hell, you were scared that they wouldn’t like you and that you would say all the wrong things. When Christina first brought up the idea of meeting them you tried to come up with any excuse to get out of it.


“I can’t I have lots of homework to do”.
“I can’t, my family want me to go out to stay with them for a few days”
“I don’t fell too well”

After many excuses Christina finally snapped. “Why don’t you want to meet them? I want my best friend and my boyfriend to meet, why is that so hard?” She exclaimed after you tried to come up with yet another excuse.

“I do want to meet them, I’m just too busy” you quietly replied.

“Bullshit Y/N! I know you have nothing planned this weekend. I just want the two most important people in my life to meet, please I’m begging you”

“I’m scared” you muttered, hoping that she hadn’t heard you. Unfortunately she had.

“Scared about what? Tell me and help me understand”

“What if they don’t like me? What if they hate me? I don’t want them to not like me because that puts you in an awkward situation… What if I say something wrong…” you continued to rant when Christina cut you off.

“Y/N they will love you just as much as I love you, I promise you. I talk about you all the time to Corbyn and the boys and they always say how much they want to meet you.” You contemplated what she said and when you looked up to kindly decline you could see the hopeful look on her face and you just couldn’t say no to her.

“Ugh, fine but you owe me” you says whilst being tackled into a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” Christina repeated into your hair.

“Yeah yeah, you’re just lucky that I love you” you reply, rolling your eyes at how excited she was.

So now here you were standing outside of the boys’ house, absolutely bricking it to go in.

“You ready?” Christina asked whilst walking towards the door.

“No, can I just go home? Thanks” you say while trying to walk the other way.

“Oh no you don’t” she says while grabbing a hold of your hand and dragging you through the door.

As soon as you enter the house you could hear laughing coming from the kitchen. Christina immediately walks towards the kitchen and as soon as she sees Corbyn she runs and jumps onto him. You couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised expression on his face.

“It’s nice to see you too” he says while laughing and putting her down. The man that he was talking to quickly exits the kitchen after saying bye.

“Y/N come on, he’s not going to bite you” Christina laughs when she see you standing at the door unsure of what to do with yourself.

“Ah so you’re the famous Y/N that Christina never shuts up about, it’s nice to finally meet you” Corbyn says while you make your way towards them both, as soon as you reach them Corbyn pulls you into a hug.

“That’s me, well unless Christina has another friend called Y/N that I don’t know about” You laugh, feeling less nervous then before. Corbyn laughs as you all sit down around the kitchen island and talk.

While laughing at some story that Corbyn had told about tour you hear several voices come from behind you.

“Hey Corbyn we’re all gonna hear out the back and skateboard, are you com…” a voice says behind me when he suddenly cuts himself off.


“JACK” Christina screams whilst running to hug him. At this point your heart feels as if it’s going to beat out of your chest at how fast it’s going. You still have your back towards the door but from what you can hear she’s hugging the rest of the boys but you physically can’t bring yourself to turn around to see.

“Guys this is my friend Y/N” Taking this as your queue to turn around and greet them all, You take a huge breath and look up at Corbyn who gives you a big smile and a quick thumbs up. Here goes nothing. You turn around to face 3 boys all standing in front of you.

“Hi, I’m Jonah it’s nice to meet you” A tall brunette says whilst going in to give me a hug. You know a bit about the boys from what Christina has told you but you wouldn’t know who was who expect from Corbyn obviously.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too” You say, returning the hug. After he walks away to go talk to Corbyn you’re soon greeted by someone else.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Zach it’s nice to finally meet you” Zach says while giving you a quick hug before going to join Corbyn and Jonah. They all start whispering to each other and you can’t help but think that they’re talking about you.

Turning around with a frown on your face trying to work out if you had already said something wrong, your immediately brought into a hug by someone.

“Don’t look so worried, we’re not that bad you know” someone whispers in your ear. Pulling away you look up to see a curly haired boy with a worried expression on his face. You quickly smile up at him as if to tell him not to worry.

“I’m Jack, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name, Christina always talks about you” he smiles back to you.

“All bad I presume” you joke looking over at Christina who seems to be in a deep conversation with the last guy that you’re left to meet.

“Yeah, she’s always slagging you off and saying how much of a bitch you are” Jack laughs out while you let out a fake gasp, pretending to be offended. “I’m joking, I’m joking I promise” he says while smiling at you. After having a quick conversation he goes over to the fridge to get a drink and turns back around to give you a quick smile.

You turn to look at Christina to see that she’s still in a conversation with the last guy who you believe is called Daniel. You can’t really see his face as he has his back to you so you’re just guessing. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation you wait until they’re done talking. Corbyn clears his threat which grabs Christina’s attention and she points towards you while walking towards Corbyn.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were finished meeting everyo…” he says while turning around, he cuts himself off in the middle of his sentence and just stares at your face. Thinking that you have something on your face or that your make-up is smudged from hugging the rest of the guys you look down towards the floor to hide your face. He finally snaps out of his trance when Jack throws something at him.

“Sorry, just Christina mentioned that you were pretty but I didn’t think you’d be this pretty” he blurts out. Realising what he had said he quickly looks towards the floor with a blush spreading across his face.

A rush of confidence suddenly takes over you and you find yourself saying “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, I’m guessing your Daniel?”

“Yes, yes that’s me” Daniel says still staring into your eyes. Not being able to look away from his bright blue eyes, you both just stand there saying nothing when you hear Jack’s voice from behind you.

“So are we all going to go chill out in the back or just stand here like a bunch of idiots?” He questions while everyone laughs at him.

Turning to follow behind everyone to the back yard you feel someone nudge your elbow. You look up to see Corbyn and Christina looking at you with small smirks on their faces, shaking your head and smiling you sit down on a chair in between Jack and Daniel.

The rest of the night was filled with laughs and chatter. Whilst staring out into the sky you couldn’t help but think about how stupid you were for being so nervous and for not meeting them all earlier, although you would never admit that to Christina.

Before leaving at the end of the night you hug all of the guys again and tell them how much fun you’ve had with them all. When it came to hugging Daniel, you didn’t want to let him go and he seemed to not want to let you go either.

“I’m really glad you finally decided to meet us and I hope to see you soon” he whispers into your ear before letting go. You say bye once move before trailing behind Christina.

You walked out of the Why Don’t We house and couldn’t get the smile off of your face. You knew that you had just made an incredible group of friends and maybe even something more with a certain brown haired, blue eyed boy.

“I told you so, I bet you that went better than you had ever imagined” you turned around to face Christina to see that she had the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen on her face.

The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)

Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.

Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most. 

(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )

Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼

Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh


I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. 
So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. 
I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. 
Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.

“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.

“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.

“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.

I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.

“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.

“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.

I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.

“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.

She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.

“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”


“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.


The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.

“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.

“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.

“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.

“No sleep?” Glenn asks.

“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.

“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.

“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.

“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.

“Gun?” I request.

“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.

I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.

“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.

“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.

“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.

“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.

“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”

“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”

“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.

We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.

Make a move, damnit! Make a move!

“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.

I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.

“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.

“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.

What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.

“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.

Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.

“Hey Daryl?” I say.

“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.

“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.

“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.

“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.

Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”

“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.

“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.

Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.

Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.

“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.

Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.

“Turn around,” he instructs.

I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.

“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.

Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.

“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.

“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.

“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.

I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”

Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.

However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.

“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.

“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.

“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.

“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.

“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.

“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.

“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.

“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.

And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.

“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.

“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.

“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”

“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.

“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.

“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”

I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.

I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.

“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.

“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.

“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”

“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.

“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.

“You sure?” Rick asks.

“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.

“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.

The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.

“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.

“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.

“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”

“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.

“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”

“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.

When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.

“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.

“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.

“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.

The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.

“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.

“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.

“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.

“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.

“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”

“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.

“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.

“Who’s he with?”

“He went by himself.”

The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?

“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”

“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”

A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.

Tipsy | {Inuchiyo/MC}

(a few minutes prior aka part one)

It wasn’t that he forgot, precisely, how small she was. He was far too aware of her, far too conscious of each of movement, to forget. But it still struck him, when she cuddled against him, sleepy, tipsy murmur a soft whistle of sound and lacking coherent syllables, how absurd the strength differential was. Her fingers curled in the fabric across chest, nails dragging it scant breadths away from his skin, closer to the chin tucked against him, and it still made his feet nearly miss their next step. “Cut that out,” He said it even knowing she would ignore him. Sure enough, she shook her head, the brush of her hair as it shifted tickling his neck with the movement. He took a deep breath. Grumbled, “You never listen to me.” This bothered him, suddenly, and, tipsy himself, he insisted sternly, “You should listen to me.” She snorted, indelicately, and he scowled down at her closed eyes, “I’m older than you!”

“Uh-huh.” She conceded.

It didn’t feel like a win. His brow furrowed. “I am.”


“Are you listening to me?”


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anvil527up  asked:

Not sure if you want to go back there, but ForceSurprise with Ruins Researcher ObiWan hasn't had any love lately... Maybe with the declaration of war (flower bouquet from the Chancellor) Obi sets up Palps to expose him as the Sith? TAKE THAT FOR UNDERESTIMATING AN OMEGA YAH JERK!! Cause don't even TRY to threaten a Balanced Force user and his child <snarl> and no you can't have her Yoda, cause you a twit as well :p

“It was very foolish of you to take my babe from me.” Obi-Wan said calmly as he entered the office, staring at Palpatine. “I was actually becoming fond of you.”

Mas Amedda glanced between the omega and the beta before suddenly making himself scarce.

Tilting his head and setting his elbows on his desk and stapling his fingers together, Sheev raised a brow. “Me? I assu-”

“Please don’t demean us both by lying straight to my face.” Obi-Wan sighed and rolled his shoulders. “Where is she?”

The chancellor narrowed his eyes over the tips of his stapled fingers.

Then he shrugged and reached below the desk, picking up the infant who continued sweetly sleeping. He stood and moved around the desk, rocking the child carefully. “I do wish you hadn’t come here, I will have to deal with you now if I want to keep your child as an apprentice.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Obi-Wan gave a low hum “You intend to dispose of me… but you forget that I knew who you were, the Jedi now also know it now.” He shifted a bit to the side and let the team of Jedi into the room, smiling a bit when he saw Anakin’s narrowed, angry eyes.

Settling the child down on one of the plush chair, Palpatine growled quietly. “That is most unfortunate indeed… I didn’t think you’d actually inform them.”

“I am neither Sith nor Jedi.” Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders again. “I don’t belong to light or dark and neither can exist without the other. Jedi and Sith are just titles in my eyes and there can be no light or dark without each other.” He tilted his head with his eyes falling down to the chair and his expression hardened. “But you took something of mine and that is a transgression beyond the balance I uphold.”

Obi-Wan raised narrowed eyes at the Sith for a few seconds before dropping them again, the colors of the galaxy swirling through them.

Stepping aside again, Obi-Wan allowed the battle to engage while keeping an eye on his mewling and whimpering baby, only jerking a bit when Anakin got a saber buried in his guts and all the Jedi fell injured and even dead in some cases.

Weakened, pained, still so fresh from the birth of his daughter.

Anakin despaired because Sheev’s victory was almost assured and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Well, I may have to flee, but there are other chances for galactic power, especially with such an apprentice as your child will become.” The Sith sneered.

And then Obi-Wan spoke. “I am molting lava bursting from the crust of the earth.” He straightened, seemed suddenly taller and bigger. “I am lighting on a cloudless day.” His voice grew and Palpatine was hissing as Obi-Wan’s aura grew with power and colors, reaching out into every spot of the Senate. “I am the eye of the hurricane.” Wind seemed to fill the halls and Anakin felt like air was being pulled from his lungs. “I am balance.”

He moved with such speed that Anakin, nor any of the other Jedi could follow it.

He had expected violence.

Obi-Wan did nothing of the sort.

The world felt frozen as he rested two fingers against the Chancellor’s forehead. “And you Sheev Palpatine, Darth Sidious, Supreme Chancellor and Hydra’s head of the Confederate of Independent Systems, are not.”

Palpatine froze and then he collapsed to the floor as Obi-Wan turned and moved to the chair where Satine was still laying safely, smiling softly as he picked her up. “There you are, you’re going to drive me to all worries aren’t you?” He whispered before moving towards the still frozen Jedi, heading towards his potential mate.

Obi-Wan knelt by Anakin’s side, his eyes still shifting colors as he did. “I am water from the wellspring.” He whispered, voice so soft as he rested his hand on Anakin’s stomach first while holding Satine. “I am the blooming flower in the sunlight.” His hands glowed and the alpha could feel healing Force gently prod at his injuries before sealing and healing in an accelerated speed. “I am a breeze on summer days.” Obi-Wan seemed to grow smaller, pull back into himself. “I am balance.”

His eyes were still changing colors and he stroked Anakin’s cheek before he leaned in as his healing had finished what it could, putting his lips to the others ear. “The Jedi are not very accepting of the dark, they will want to confine me since they will consider me dark for this. I can’t allow that. When you all wake up again, I’ll be long gone but come find me. You’ll know where when I’m ready. Palpatine will no longer be a problem… after all, a Sith is only dangerous as long as he can use the Force, which Palpatine no longer can.” He pressed a soft kiss to his alpha’s cheek before getting up and moving out of the Chancellor’s office at a sedate pace, Satine’s soft mewling filling the air until the door shut behind him.

Anakin finally passed out.

My Equator (Patton’s Guide to Fatherhood #1)

Fandom: Thomas Sanders 

Pairings: Logan/Patton as a married couple, but this fic is family fluff so it’s not the focus :3

Summary: After getting their first son, Roman. Patton and Logan decide to adopt again. Virgil just wants to write poetry. Oh, and maybe have a family, that’d be nice. 

Read it on AO3

Everyone is tagged at the end! If you want me to tag you in future stuff, I’ll put a link to the post at the end! 

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anonymous asked:

H-hi! I had a request, and I really hope it is no trouble, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader insert, but instead it's one sided. The reader has Hanahaki Disease (fake). It's where someone has unreturned feelings, and flowers start to build up in their lungs and they start to cough them up, and if they don't go into surgery, they die from choking on flowers. Maybe the reader starts to act funny and the avengers find out one day when the reader has a coughing fit? T-thank you!

Pairing: Loki x Reader (one sided)
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst

A/N: of course it is no trouble, my love! I honestly hope I did this one justice. My heart broke a little, thinking about this entire situation, but yeah.. I hope it’s alright <33


Falling in love with someone who didn’t love you was a curse itself. It was usually accompanied by a lot of crying, doubting yourself, food and alcohol. That’s what every other person did. The normal thing.

But of course, that’s not what would happen to you.

No, you wouldn’t be that lucky. You had to get a freaking DISEASE from it.

Sure, coughing up flowers was better than coughing up blood, or at least that’s what one of your friends had once said, when you had talked about this sickness, way before you had it. 

At least it looked prettier.. In a.. sick way.

But you knew that, sooner or later, it would kill you.

The coughing fits were getting worse and more and more flowers were building up in your lungs.

But surgery was expensive and you didn’t have the money for it.

Sure, you were friends with all of the Avengers and one word would probably be enough for them to pull some strings, so you’d get the surgery for free, but you didn’t want them to know about any of it. Because if they knew, they’d ask who it is, that you fell in love with. Who didn’t love you back..

And you weren’t ready to tell them that this person was none other than Loki. 

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anonymous asked:

Fanfic request - some smutty nonsense with Alex wearing a strap on for the first time and surprising both her and Maggie with how much she gets into it (praise kink etc)


“Hey Al?” Maggie asked while she ran her fingers along Alex’s bare back. Alex was lying on her stomach, arms beneath her head. Maggie was lying next to her on her side, one arm propped up supporting her head. Her fingers danced along Alex’s back. She was eternally grateful that Alex wasn’t ticklish. It made moments like these much more enjoyable for the both of them. Moments like these after their fourth round of ‘we both have the day off so let’s stay naked and have sex all day’ sex.

“Yeah Maggie?” Alex responded, still in a post-orgasm haze.

“Would you be willing to try something? Like, a sex something?”

They had been dating for a couple months. A couple months filled with ‘let’s take it slow’ and when they finally did start having sex, it was pretty tame sex. Alex was new to all this, Maggie didn’t want to scare her off. So Maggie hadn’t asked for anything different, anything she thought Alex might say yes to only to please her, anything Alex might not want to do.

“Well that depends,” Alex smirked up at Maggie. “Are you gonna tell me what it is or are you gonna keep it a secret?”

Maggie was glad Alex was laughing and joking. It calmed her nerves knowing that Alex was happy and content.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna tell you,” Maggie laughed back. “I just want you to know you don’t have to, Alex. Just cause I want something doesn’t mean you have to do it. This is still all so new to you and-”

Alex leaned up on her elbows and put a finger to Maggie’s lips.

“Just tell me Maggie! You’re not gonna scare me away just cause you want something in bed. Our relationship has focused so much on me and my inexperience, so let me focus it on you!”

“Ok… so I have something I’d like to use…” Maggie rolled over and fished a shoebox out from underneath her bed. Alex followed her movements with her eyes, only getting slightly distracted by Maggie’s ass sticking out when she leaned over the bed.

Maggie set the box down and flipped open the cover. She pulled out a harness and a dildo.

Alex’s eyes went wide.

“Is that… a dick?” She asked.

“Well, yeah, technically, but it’s fake. It’s a dildo!” Maggie said excitedly.

“But… we’re lesbians. So isn’t the whole point that we don’t like dicks?” Alex asked confused.

“It’s not the same when it’s not attached to a man. Believe me. I mean, I haven’t actually had sex with one attached to a man… but-”

“I get it, Mags. But, I don't… get it… why would we…?”

“Well, not everyone likes it, and it’s completely ok if you don’t, but so far you’ve liked penetration, right? My fingers? My tongue?”

Alex blushed at the implication of Maggie’s words.

“Yeah, yeah I have. So you want to use this on me?”

“Not exactly… I mean, I will if you want me to! But I really want you to use it on me…”


“You don’t have to though!”

“No, I- I want to Mags. That actually sounds like something I really want to do…”

Maggie smile grew wide as she looked at Alex.


“Yeah, Mags. I wouldn’t say so if it wasn’t true. Give it here. Let me put it on!”

Maggie handed the harness and dildo over to Alex, who started working on figuring out the straps.

“It’s all clean,” Maggie said. “I always make sure it’s all good after a new partner,”

The mention of other partners made Alex’s gaze shoot up to Maggie.

“But it’s been, uh, it’s been awhile… since anyone’s used it…”

“But when we met, you were in a relationship. Did you not…?”

“I haven’t felt comfortable enough with anyone to ask for a long time…” Maggie looked away, waving her arms to dismiss what she said like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Oh.” Alex said, awed by Maggie’s honesty. “I’ve, uh, I’ve never done this before. Is it on right?”

Maggie moved over and helped Alex tighten the straps.

“Does that feel good?” Maggie checked.

“I think so?” Alex responded. “I don’t really know what it’s supposed to feel like though…”

“The base of the dildo should be resting on your clit, so you get some pleasure out of this too. If I push a little here, does that feel good?”

Maggie took the dildo in her hand and pushed gently towards Alex.

“Oh!” Alex gasped in surprise. “Yeah, yeah that feels good!”

“Good,” Maggie said. She reached back into the shoebox and pulled out a bottle of lube. She put a generous amount in her hand and ran it along the length of the dildo. “I’m plenty wet already, but it can’t hurt to add a little extra to make it slide in easy.”

Alex nodded in agreement, though was feeling a little overwhelmed and confused by the whole thing. Maggie laid down on her back and tugged on Alex’s wrist to pull her on top of her and into a kiss. Alex braced her arms on either side of Maggie and allowed herself to sit on Maggie’s waist. Their kisses were frantic and their hands wandered. Alex was eager to try the dildo hanging between her legs, but didn’t know where to start. Maggie picked up on her uncertainty and took the dildo in her hand.

She brought it to her entrance and pushed her hips up to meet Alex’s, taking in the length of the strap on.

Maggie gasped as her walls stretched to take in the dildo. It had been a long time since she had been fucked like this and it was a sensation she had missed.

It took Alex a few minutes to figure out how to keep a rhythm, but when she did, she really got into it, surprising both Maggie and herself. There was something about the control Alex had that she loved. Something about the way Maggie reacted with every thrust. Something about the way Maggie was screaming ‘yes’ and ‘just like that Alex’ and ‘that feels so good Alex’ was driving Alex to the edge faster than she expected.

With every word leaving Maggie’s mouth Alex got just a little closer. With every ‘good girl’ and ‘just like that’ and ‘you’re fucking perfect Danvers’ Alex’s thrusts became a little more uneven.

Maggie’s hands were on her back, in her hair, on her chest, in her hands. They were everywhere and nowhere all at once. Every inch of Alex’s skin felt like it burned when Maggie touched her, but she couldn’t get enough. Maggie’s hips rose to meet Alex’s with every thrust. Maggie hands were in hers, supporting her every movement. Maggie’s lips were on hers, kissing her fiercely, kissing her gently, kissing her, kissing her.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna come, Alex! I’m so close! I’m, ah-”

And then Maggie’s body tensed, and Maggie’s body shook, and Alex wasn’t far behind. Alex slowed her movements, working Maggie down from her high, and every thrust made her body twitch. Every thrust that pressed the dildo into her sensitive clit made her twitch, and moan, and hold onto Maggie just that much tighter.

When both of their movements finally came to a stop, Alex stayed on top of Maggie, the strap on still buried deep within her.

“Oh my god,” Maggie said breathlessly.

“Was that everything you dreamed it’d be?” Alex asked, still trying to catch her own breath.

“I could have never dreamed how good that would be. That was fucking amazing.”

“Or was it amazing fucking?” Alex asked with a laugh.

“Now is not the time for puns, Danvers.” Maggie said with a straight face and a raised eyebrow.

“It is always the time for puns, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alex responded, feigning offense.

“Nerd.” Maggie laughed and pulled Alex down to kiss her.

When they broke apart Alex asked, “so, wanna go again?”

“No.” Maggie replied with a smirk.

“Oh, uh-” Alex was speechless, and suddenly very aware of the dildo still attached to her and buried inside of Maggie.

“I want to come again.” Maggie said after enjoying a couple moments of Alex’s panicked face.

“Oh my god, Maggie,” Alex rolled her eyes, “you were right. This is so not the time for puns.”

anonymous asked:

Would there ever be the possibility of a trans character (and especially a pre-transition trans character) showing up on "The Bright Sessions"? There's a decided lack of trans characters (and especially pre-transition trans characters) in media as a whole and I would really, really love to see that happen, especially on a podcast that has been as diverse as "The Bright Sessions."

Short answer: yes.

(very) Long answer: yes, this is something that has actually been on my mind since the very beginning. As I think I’ve mentioned before, I have a whole list of atypical characters that I would love to bring onto the show. But when I first started coming up with the characters that would occupy the first season, there were a few things I had to keep in mind. 

Structure. I thought more than three patients would be overwhelming and unruly to manage with the therapy format. 

Actors. I was definitely going to be writing a character for myself (Sam) and for my best friend Anna (Chloe). This started out as a way to stay creative and write fun stuff for myself and my friends so that’s what I was considering. I knew I wanted Julia to play Dr. Bright pretty early on and Caleb was the second character I had ever thought of. The moment he was fully formed, Briggon seemed like the perfect fit. 

My ability to write it. Girl with anxiety? Easy. Angsty, sensitive teenage boy? Yeah, I can do that (thanks YA fiction/high school au fanfics). Flower child with a heart of gold who is also fiercely intelligent? You bet (Chloe was written with Anna in mind and there are many similarities between them). Intelligent female psychologist? Yes, my sister is one of those, she can help me. Plus each of these characters has a piece of me and my perspectives, so I felt qualified to tell their stories. 

The challenges/benefits a superpower would provide. This is a big one. I thought a lot about which power/character combos would be most interesting. Time travel/panic attacks, empathy/teenage hormones, mind reading/bleeding heart, etc. And I have dozens more of these in my list of atypicals. Which brings me to…

Shapeshifting/transgender. One of my first thoughts when planning out atypicals was, “wouldn’t it be cool if there was a trans character who was trying to gain control of their shapeshifting ability in order to change their physical body to what they felt on the inside”. 

For those of you following along at home, yes, you have already encountered this person: Patient #6-C-1, mentioned once in Episode 17A and then seen by Caleb and Adam on one of their stake-outs. Even though there is absolutely no indication of this canonically, in my head that person is trans (pre-transition).

So why haven’t we seen more of this character? Well, for all the reasons I just talked about. 

Structure. Damien is technically the only other patient we’ve added after the initial three. And he is a necessary foil/antagonist to the rest. All the other characters we’ve added have either been serving an antagonizing purpose or are characters that we’d alluded to in the first season (Adam, Mark, Frank, etc.). Because we only see two or three characters per episode, I’m constantly worried about overstuffing the cast.

Actors. As I said, this has been an exercise in casting my friends. We’ve never held a casting call (mostly because they are time consuming and cost money) and I would obviously want to cast a trans actor to play this role. And I know that if I put in the effort, I could find this person. But the whole production side of this podcast is way more thrown together than it may appear so this is entirely an organizational failure on my part. 

My ability to write it. This is the biggest obstacle in having this trans character in the podcast. I am not trans. While I’ve known plenty of trans people in my life in various stages of coming out and transitioning, I can never know what that process is like. Ever since imaging this character I’ve been thinking, “this seems like a cool idea to me, but would it actually be offensive to trans people?”. 

There are certain stretches I can make in my writing (for instance, I write male characters and characters with very different morals from my own) but with trans representation being so sparse, as you said, I didn’t feel I was the right voice to tell a trans story. So then it becomes about finding someone to consult with - either a trans writer or even the actor who ends up playing this character.  I know it’s not something I can do alone. Even in writing this answer, I worry that I will somehow misrepresent or offend those who are trans. Trying to tackle this subject in the podcast is something that very much intimidates me because I care so deeply about doing it right. 

And to go back to the more practical obstacles, we’re only adding two more voice actors this season and that will be it for the foreseeable future. The unfortunate reality is that I am but one person with a very busy life, for whom this podcast is still basically a really fun hobby (not in the sense that I do it in my spare time (because it is all my time), but in the sense that it does not pay my bills). There are a hundred ideas and stories I want to get to, and I simple do not have the time or brain capacity to do so all at once. 

So that is the very long-winded, somewhat spoiler-y reply to your thoughtful question. I debated about how much to give away in this answer but I figured full disclosure was best. I’m not trying to make excuses - I know that there are extremely talented trans artists out there that I should seek out. And hopefully, as the world of the podcast expands, I will be able to do so. 

I’m glad that you find The Bright Sessions to be a place of diversity and I am constantly striving to improve it on that front. I just want to make sure that I do it right. 

On Sleepless Roads (1/3)

This fic is a love letter to the characters of Emma Swan and Killian Jones. It is a fic that has been in the works for over nine months and I am so excited to share it with everyone. It started with filming spoilers of our favorite female protagonist being stabbed on a dark, foggy night in Storybrooke and it grew from there. Season 6 Canon divergence. 

(Tagging @acrobat-elle and @lovebecomeshim upon request.) 

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One night of peace is all they were granted before the next crisis began. One night to recover from the aftermath of darkness and secrets, hell and death, before Mr. Hyde made his presence in town known. But with Killian by her side, it didn’t seem to matter in the long run. The moment she saw him above the place his body had been laid to rest, a question in the call of her name, she decided to fight for her own happiness. Maybe the savior could have a happy ending as well. Maybe this was it.

That was what she had believed before she found herself here.

“Ah, the infamous Savior. Do you really think yourself a match for me?” She can’t see his face, the cloaked figure that’s far too reminiscent of past Dark Ones. With the edge of his blade threatening Henry’s throat, she draws her sword, sighing in relief when the action grants her son’s release. Killian grabs Henry the moment he’s near.  

Cold air bites at her skin, slips into the gap between her sweater and back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She tightens her grip on her father’s sword. “I think you’ll find yourself surprised.”

“Perhaps. But you can’t fight wounded.” She feels the ground give beneath her first - knees stinging with a thud as they hit concrete. There’s a thick sticky crimson covering her hands where she’s holding them at her side and oh god -

The dagger poking out of torn flesh burns - a hot searing pain that stifles her breathing. It hurts. It aches, throbbing with a sharp pain paralleled by nothing she has felt before. Her cry is a high pitched wince as her body curves into itself and dammit it hurts. She tries to focus on the roughness of the unpaved road at her knees, but she can feel the sensation fading, can feel herself fading with it. The moment she moves, a small shift as her legs give out, it comes back with a fury.

Muffled words grow louder as the world around her comes back into focus, Killian’s panicked voice the only thing she can hear.

“What’s wrong? Emma, Emma, love talk to me!”

Her eyes burn too, and she tries to blink against the dust clouding them, moaning in pain at the knife lodged into her side. “Killian,” she breathes, leaning into his chest as his arms wrap around her. Magic pulsates beneath her palms but does nothing to heal the wound or stop the bleeding. “Son of a bitch.” It’s gritted between closed teeth, and she tries again to no avail.

Killian’s hand is cold as it roams across her shoulders and down to her back, frantically searching for something he can’t seem to find. He repeats her name, a panicked fear she can feel rise in his chest with every inhale.

“I’m-” His hand finds hers with calloused fingers pressing further into the wound - adding kerosene to what might have been a dulling spark. She reels forward as the lights flicker on, an anguished cry at the contact. It seems to summon Henry, the absolute last person she wants to see her in this state. But before she can tell him to leave, he’s scavenging for keys as Killian lifts her into his arms. Her request would have fallen on deaf ears anyway.

“Come on, Swan. I’m getting you to a hospital.”

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A Glimpse of Heaven

pairing:  klance? lancexeveryone really
word count:  3641
genre:  fluffish stuff

summary:  They’re in the midst of an apocalypse where most would rather never have to wake up again than face day after day of grim hope and meager chances of survival. But Keith isn’t most people, and neither is Lance, thankfully, and like hell Keith is going to let his boyfriend(?)’s birthday go uncelebrated.

[ UM I DID A FIC TRADE WITH @gggenos​ FOR LANCE’S BIRTHDAY?? hers made me fucking cry real tears of joy >> click ]

“Lance’s birthday is when?”

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