Work is kicking my butt this week so just a quick painting for today. Tried to see what I could do with only one large brush… I know, I know, another b/w, but I do have some bright colors coming your way for next week, I promise!
Hope you’re all having a wonderful summer so far! We’re a week closer to September!
Imagine being mute and Daryl saving you from Shane's advances
WARNING : MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE
(Wooo Daryl :3 and shame on you Shane -_- lol sorry I made Shane an ass but that’s the request XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
From the start of the outbreak, you found yourself being part of a group that had bonded over while stuck in the traffic.
Despite having difficulty communicating with them, as you were born mute, they had welcomed you and had found different ways to talk to you.
Over the time, you had grown close to Daryl, as he would often offer you help with whatever it is that you needed and just felt like he oddly got along with you a lot.
When he first met you, he was clueless about you being mute and simply thought you were quiet and someone who liked to keep to yourself.
He didn’t want to bother you with what might be some rude questions, so he just kept it to himself until one night by the campfire, he finally figured it out.
He notice how he had made you laugh but as no sound would come out, he forgot himself and asked you honestly, only to get an answer from the others around.
Since, he felt even more attached to you and would do all sorts of thing to keep you safe. He had even taken the habit of learning sign language from you just to be able to understand you even more.
Although, he would be confused and just straight up be clumsy, it all made you smile to see his efforts and just as him you felt like you wanted to be closer to him.
You had even taught him something you had never had the habit to do for anyone else but your older brother, the sign you had both made up for “I trust you”.
You put your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and with your finger simply crossed an x on him and tapped three times for each of the words.
After explaining to him in your way how special it was, he caught onto it’s meaning and teared up with a big smile.
“You’re silly…Trusting me? You really feel that way?”
You let out a smile and nodded at him. Putting your hand to his, you did it one more time, making him grab your wrist to truly understand the meaning.
He pulled your hand away and reached over to do the same.
It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable whatsoever and neither did it him as to you both, it was the meaning behind the gesture that mattered.
“And I trust you as well…Y/N…”
He looked into your eyes after it and suddenly realized how he had been holding your other hand and got embarrassed about it.
You noticed how he changed and simply shook your head at him. It made him ruffle your hair jokingly and say, “Don’t shake your head at me…You get embarrassed too sometimes…I see you…”
As your smile came back, he laughed along with you and you both stayed by the fire for a little while before heading to your tents.
As you sat there, smiling, someone else has had his eyes on you for a while. From his tent, Shane had witness everything and seemed to be particularly interested into seeing you being so casual about a man putting his hand to your chest.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t sexual, he only saw it as an opportunity that he himself could have.
After Rick has introduced himself to all of you, Lori had dumped and pushed him away from her life and it just devastated him. He needed someone for a while and seeing you so comfortable around a man, gave him ideas.
With what had happened at the CDC and to most of your cars, you all traveled along the road to find a better place to keep you safe for the moment.
The weather was hot and the sun was starting to set, making Daryl move out to go get something to eat.
He quietly parted away from all of you and although you would want to follow him, he signaled you that he’d be back soon enough.
You nodded and with that, you were left with the others to help set up the camp. Suddenly, you felt Lori tapping your shoulder and as you turned to her, she kindly signaled you to help find some mushroom for the late dinner.
She explained herself that she had to stay by Carl’s side for the while as he had gotten sick. You nodded, understanding her reason and took the bucket she handed.
You walked further away from the camp and carefully searched for whatever was edible, really.
You touched the ground to feel whatever you could in the grass and eventually got on your hands and knees to pick up the goods you found.
Without noticing, you strayed further from the camp, wanting to completely fill up your bucket. You heard some rusting and crackling of leaves here and there but simply didn’t put too much thought into it.
At some point, the noise grew closer and made you turn your head to check around. Nothing. You kept searching for a moment and heard it all again. You felt like leaving but as you turned around, Shane appeared in front of you.
It made you jumped but only served to make him chuckle. Taking a few deep breaths, you managed to “ask” him, as to what he is doing here.
He simply shrugged and titled his head to the side as it still made him laugh to see you. You were wearing shorts, your shirt inside your flannel was tight enough to give him an idea of your body and the fact that you were mute, made it perfect for what he had thought of doing to you.
Far away, from any prying eye, he knew he could finally make you his and probably even hurt Lori while at it.
With you signalling him your question, he decided to not understand anymore and just hinted at you as to what will come to you.
“I’m sorry, Y/N…I don’t get what you mean…”
He got closer as he said those words and made you back away from him. You knew something was off and strange about him and couldn’t let yourself down.
You responded in a more aggressive way and completely forgot about the bucket, as you let it drop to the ground, in order to use both your hands.
He kept walking towards you and claiming that he really didn’t understand your meaning. You shook your head at him and kept trying to push him away with your “words”, only to suddenly feel yourself being grabbed by the arms.
He hold you closely to him and you knew of his intentions. You panicked and tried to fight him off but it came to no use as he pinned you down to the ground.
He gripped your wrists to have more control over you and with a cocky smile, he said “Don’t fight it…I saw you with Daryl the other night…You like being touched by men, don’t you…”
He proceeded to slide his hand down your chest and instantly you tried to get him away from you.
You moved your arms as much as you could but nothing would seem to make him stop. Quite the opposite, he took it as a sign of to start kissing your neck thinking that it’ll calm you down.
You hated each instant of it and tried to butt your head against his but swiftly he’d move to the other side of your neck. His grip on you tighten when you would try to kick him off and and his lips would only suck on you harder.
You wanted to scream out but nothing but your faint strangled groan would come out. You heard him chuckle and he just had to taunt you.
“Poor you, Y/N…No one can hear you here…You’re stuck here with me…And after this…you’ll just want to be mine…”
He kept at it and you slowly felt yourself growing tired from the fight you put out and your grunts only made you breathless.
You felt his finger slide to your pants and into your panties, you were losing hope and thought of how much of a mistake you made, going so far off the tracks.
You thought as to what the others might say and think and knew he had you in the palm of his hand. With Rick being his friend and how close the others were, you didn’t think anyone would believe your side of the story and that made you tear up.
You thought it over and over and tried to forget as to what was happening. Closing your eyes, you denied it until suddenly you heard some leaves rustling again and a familiar and angry voice behind Shane.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
In that instant, you felt Shane being lifted up and saw him being pushed to the ground.
It was Daryl and you couldn’t be any happier to see him. Daryl had straddled Shane and with no hesitation he started to punch him.
He didn’t had to witness all of it to know in his heart you wouldn’t have ever agreed to this. It angered him to see you being taken advantage that way and he couldn’t believe it would’ve been someone in the group.
He started to yell at him in anger and didn’t even wait for any explanation to keep going. Blood spewed out onto him but it didn’t matter to him.
He wanted to protect you and make sure that this kind of behavior never ever happens again.
“You think you can just take advantage of her like that? What the fuck is wrong with you!Don’t! You! Ever! Fucking! Touch! Her! Again! You fucking piece of shit! Do you understand!”
He yelled and kept striking him, making sure his message was understood. He didn’t feel his cuts stinging him so much he cared more to make you feel safe.
You closed your flannel to cover yourself and backed away from him. You didn’t want to stop him at all and just let Daryl take care of it.
Relief, was the only thing you felt to see him and couldn’t had hope for better.
Finally, after Shane had passed out from all of the pain, Daryl stopped. He took some deep breaths and tried to wipe the blood away from his face, only to actually smear it all over with his hand.
He looked for you with his eyes and just felt the need to go comfort you in that moment. He knew what it felt to be that scared, to think that you’re alone in the world and no one could hear you.
He got up and opened his arms as he slowly made his way to you.
“Y/N…you’re alright? Are you okay?”
You could hear and see the concern he had for you and it just made you weak. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t alright and just shook your head.
He finally got close enough to pull you in a tight embrace and you held onto his neck and shoulders.
You felt him stroke your hair and he reassured you that it’ll be okay.
Do I want you to stay? Of course I do. Because being around you makes me happy in an entirely new and special way. But I have no claim on you. And I’ve traveled halfway around the sun without you before and I know I’ll be just fine. These next six months are going to be monumental for me-and I feel like for you too. This time as I watched you walk away, I had a smile on my face. I’m excited to see how much brighter our two stars are the next time we collide. Maybe we’ll be bright enough to spark something. Or maybe I will have learned how to be bright enough to light up my own journey.
I found some good ventitaled earpiece a while ago. The quality of the previous earphones was pretty bad since my ears got hot and itchy, but with these I don’t get the feeling of heat in my ears. I like them. I’m satisfied with these for now, so I’m not going to change them for the time being.
What kind of fashion are you into lately?
I don’t have any interest in fashion. I just wear the clothes that happen to be in my closet. Ahh, but I don’t like clothes that are too tight.
What habits do you have that you’ll do without realizing?
Sometimes I pull out my earphones and play with them without even realizing it…Oh…I didn’t notice that until you asked me. Now I know why my earphones break so quickly.
How do you spend your days-off?
Usually I just sleep. But, those annoying brothers wake me up sometimes since they’re so noisy. When they do that, I just ignore them, if they want to do something, then they should just do it outside. I just want to rest in a place where it’s peaceful/quiet for once. …Because sleeping is special to me.
What do you wear to sleep?
Anything really. Putting on pajamas is too troublesome…Sometimes I’ll wear them if I’m in a good mood, but it feels slippery when they’re touching my skin, and I don’t like that. Besides, undressing myself is too annoying.
What do you definitely do before sleeping?
I’m already asleep before I know it. There’s nothing to do before sleeping… …No, sometimes I listen to music so I can relax. I don’t listen to Vivaldi much. I try to avoid any fast or intense songs.
What part of your body you like the best?
…My legs…You’ll probably become persistent if I don’t answer this question. I can get away from my annoying brothers by using them, so they’re very convenient. Also, I can use them to go to places where I want to sleep, even if there are any obstacles along the way.
What do you like the most of your room?
My bed. I can sleep on it whenever I want to, plus it’s quite large. There’s space for two, so there’s no problem if the bed is a mess sorry, I didn’t understand D:
Tell us one memorable impression that you have of yours brothers.
When we were young,
I didn’t pay attention to whatever Laito was doing so I ignored him. Some time later, Reiji yelled at me and said that I had secretly eaten all the sweets that were in the refrigerator or something like that. Laito had actually hid the sweets’ wrappers in my pants’ pocket. … …Just remembering that makes me feel angry.
What you think of KarlHeinz?
Nothing special. I have many memories where he’s involved me in things because I’m the eldest son in the family. To tell you the truth, I don’t care about him. I’m not interested in him at all.
Where would you go on a date?
I would go to an orchestra or see a concert. I don’t like simple ones but other than that, nothing really interests me, so you can do whatever you want.
What does a girl do to make your heart skip a beat?
I like it when she heavily pants on me while I’m sucking her blood? I didn’t understand on hot days. Oh, it’s happened so many times, it’s quite funny.
Also, I like it when I look at “some parts” of her body and she doesn’t even notice. She really is an idiotic woman.
How does her blood taste?
It’s delicious, hot and thick.
From which body part do you like to suck her blood?
From her chest. That way, my fangs are able to feel the sounds her heart makes…it’s rather satisfying. I can hear her heartbeat and her voice as well. The place where she can feel it the most is the best.
What does her existence mean to you?
She’s very valuable prey.
Whether she is or isn’t with me doesn’t matter, but I would prefer if she just stayed with me. That delicious blood…you can’t find it anywhere that easily, right?
Warning – This turned into a book. I will put the bulk
under a cut.
Well, what a weekend that was. I see many people have shared
their experiences & I wasn’t going to cause I didn’t want to be repetitive
(plus I hate writing), but what the hell – here we go.
It all started on Thursday night when my husband & I
checked in at the Sheraton & then headed over to The Whisky Bar to meet up
w/ about 25 other fans for whisky tasting & general mayhem. It was such a
blast to meet other fans in the flesh & everyone was so lovely.
Friday was very long & tiring, but also quite exhilarating.
It started with waiting 3 ½ hours in line for the panel in VERY tight &
warm conditions, but a good number of people had to wait in the cold rain, so I
won’t complain. We ended up in the 8th row on the center aisle. We
had a perfect view of the stage, but a bit far for any great pics from my
camera phone, but I’ll share a couple here anyway.
Since everyone saw the panel already, I won’t get into that
except to say it was absolutely marvelous. Sam & Cait were glorious live
& the energy in the room was palpable. Everything they said is pretty much
a blur & I still need to rewatch it to make it all real.
We went straight to the autographs after the panel, but they
were already capped off, so we hung out for a bit & then headed to our dual
photo-op w/ Sam & Cait. The organization was a complete shit-show and they
had no idea what they were doing. We were moved all over the place & then
smooshed all together against the wall to wait again while they figure it out.
After about an hour, they got it together & we were on our way to stand in
a bet?” Jungkook proposed. “If you lose it, you’ll do my homework for one week”
Ah, these guys… You were a really
close friend of Jungkook and Jimin, and they were always making stupid bets. You didn’t care about it anymore. You
usually spend time together and that afternoon they were in your place, just
You’re so creative, Kookie” you said. They were sat on the carpet, playing
videogames and you were sat on the couch behind them, watching. Jungkook turned
around to look at you.
“Do you have any better idea, idiot?” he asked
“and stop fucking calling me Kookie”.
He hated when you called him because despite
the fact you were the same age, you always saw him as a kid, and he didn’t like
“Ok. But what if you lose?” Jimin asked. Jungkook stopped for a sec, wondering what
he could do. You had to admit you had a crush on him, and the face he was
doing, so soft…Ok stop it, Y/N.
Jimin looked at you in time to see your
stare at Jungkook.
“Y/N is kinda pretty, doesn’t she?” Jimin
pointed. Jimin what are you doing?
Jungkook didn’t, but Jimin knew about
your crushing. He chuckled at you and you gave him a warning look.
“What?” Jungkook asked, confused about his
“She is pretty, don’t you think?” Jimin
asked, raising his eyebrows at the younger boy.
“Jimin, what are you doing” You asked, knowing what he was doing.
didn’t say anything, just looked at Jimin, waiting for him to say something.
“I have an idea” Jimin said, “If you lose,
you and Y/N have to fuck”.
Your world stopped. Jimin was crazy? Why was he doing that to you? You were
still a virgin and he knew that! Oh my god what would Jungkook think about that?
“Not a problem”, Jungkook said, pulling you
from your thoughts as your cheeks got pink, “If she wants…”
wants to? The two boys stared at
you, expecting your answer. You looked down in embarrassment. Oh God, what a
situation. But you trusted him, damn it. Even though you had a crush on him, he
was still one of your best friends. He would never hurt you.
“So?” Jimin asked. Fuck it.
that is ok”, you said shyly. Oh my god,
oh my fucking god.
“Great” Jungkook said and stood up, smiling
hell no” Jungkook yelled as Jimin throw the game control away and started
jumping and scream in happiness.
“Suck it! I told you I was a best player than
you, Kookie. Deal with that” Jimin
fuck up. You were just lucky” Jungkook groaned. He didn’t like to lose. Jimin
teased Jungkook, in normal conditions you’d have thought it was funny, but…
God, Jungkook lost. It means…
“So…Y/N” Jimin said, you looked up at the two
boys who were now standing in front of you. You avoided Jungkook’s face.
“He has to pay his bet” Jimin whispered. You
started feeling nervous. What if he does not liked your body?
“Y/N, you do not have to do that if you don’t
want” Jungkook said, noticing your reaction.
“I’m fine… I just…” you said but cut yourself
as your realized what you were about to say. Ok you could not say you were
virgin. He would make fun of you for sure. “Just take me to the bedroom” you
“She’s amused” He played and you rolled your
eyes, but couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks.
“Well, I’m gonna…do something. I don’t wanna
hear you fucking” Jimin said, grabbing his jacket and leaving the house
quickly. You were now alone with Jungkook, who was staring at you with lustful
“So…don’t you wanna do it on the couch? I’ve
never fucked on a couch” he said as he got closer to you. I haven’t either. No way. You didn’t want your first time to be on
a couch. No. You knew you weren’t his first but he was yours so, it had to be
“I’m not getting fucked on a couch. Take me
to my bedroom” you said. He just smiled and took your hand, pulling you
upstairs. The sec you got into the room, he closed the door and pushed you
against it, attacking your lips.
That was your first kiss with him, and it was
already so rough. For sure he thought you weren’t virgin anymore. You kissed
him back, your hands pulling him closer by his neck as his made their way to
your waist. He pressed his body against yours and you gasped.
“You know” he said between kissed, “I kind of
was wishing I lost the bet. I always wanted to know how it would be to fuck
you”. Oh god. Was he serious? Those words got your knees weak. You closed your
eyes as he licked your earlobe, then your jaw and reached your neck. He sucked
at your skin, one of his hands finding your ass. He squeezed there harshly, it
felt so good. But you couldn’t focus on that. You had to tell him…
“Jungkook, wait” you said. He stopped and
looked at you, confused. Ok, here ya go.
“I-I’m virgin, so…” your voice was almost a
whisper. His eyes widened, obviously surprised.
“What? Are you serious?” He asked, “Oh…well…That’s
not a problem. Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m gonna take care of you”.
He started placing warm kisses on
your neck, licking every exposed skin. His grip on your ass were now
less rough, massaging it as his other hand went under your shirt to grab our
clothed boobs. You moaned slightly, earning a chuckle from him.
“Let’s take this off” he said,
taking off your shirt slowly, letting his fingertips brush against your skin
teasingly. Ah, his touch felt so good. He took it off, he stared at your semi clothed
boobs and you covered yourself. He stopped you.
“Fuck, your boobs are gorgeous”
“Y-your turn” you said shyly. He
smiled at you and took off his own shirt. You had seen him shirtless a lot of
times but that was different. You stared
at his gorgeous abs, feeling the necessity to touch it, and before you could
even think about it your hands did it.
“Like what you see?” he said
cocky. Ah, this boy.
He kissed you again, grabbing your legs and lifting you up, you wrapped
your legs around his hips. He carried you to the bed, letting you fall onto the
fluffy mattress. He was still on his feet, and started unzipping his pants. He
let it fall, wearing now just his underwear. Ah, God… He crawled over you,
placing him between your legs. He kissed you, his lips moving softly against
yours. His hands trailed down to your waist, his fingers playing with
the waistband of your shorts. He started unzipping it, slowly, as his tongue
massaged yours. You started scratching his back, lost in the sensation. He
pulled away from you to take off your shorts completely, and you closed your
eyes. You were so nervous. He probably noticed that, because he leaned in and
placed a peck on your kiss.
“Relax, Y/N” he whispered. He
placed wet kisses along your jawline, taking off your bra and then sucking your
“This feels so good” you said. Did I just say that? He licked your
nipples as his other hand played with the other one. He traveled down your stomach,
till his head was finally between your legs. He took off your underwear and kissed
your inner thigh, avoiding the place you wanted to feel him the most.
“You’re already wet” his warm
breath hit your pussy before he licked it. Fuck.
He gave you a long, deep lick at first, and then started sucking your clit. You
couldn’t help but moan, feeling his smirk against his skin.
“Relax” he repeated and you felt his fingers teasing your entrance. Ok, here we go. He pushed one finger in,
and you groaned in pain. He let his finger still.
“You ok?” he said and you just
groaned. He started pumping it in and out slowly, his tongue working at your
clit. You arched your back, pleasure hitting you so hard.
“Jungkook…I need more” you
whimpered, because it was true. You wanted to actually feel him already. He
stood up, only to take off his underwear, revealing his hardened dick. Fuck…. You licked your lips.
He smirked and crawled back over
you, placing his tip in your entrance.
“Ready?” he asked. You nodded
and closed your eyes as he pushed into you. He started moving slowly, letting
you adjust. His pace was so slow you were becoming impatient.
“Faster, please” you whimpered.
He started to increase his pace, pounding into you faster. Oh my God that was
so fucking good.
You were a moaning mess, not even caring about your shyness anymore. You
dug your fingers on his back as he started to kiss you while thrusting, your
walls tightening around his dick.
“Jungkook, I think I’m close”
you moaned. He started rubbing your clit, adding pleasure and you couldn’t control
yourself anymore. You came hard, he followed you. He leaned his face against
the gap between your neck and shoulder, panting.
He pulled out of you, laying
beside you. You had never felt so much pleasure before. He was amazing. Shit.
“Are you Ok?” he asked.
“Yes. Not bad, Kookie” you said, teasing him as he pulled
you against him.
“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”
Great. Now you were the one who was being kidnapped and Miller wasn’t going to come and save you. You tried to stay calm, but that wasn’t easy considering that your life was on the line. However, what scared you the most was that you couldn’t see the Mafia guy… He might be standing right behind you with a knife and you wouldn’t even notice. Just the thought of that gave you chills. You slowly walked deeper into the dark, hoping not to run into something. You had to get away from him. If you couldn’t see anything, he probably couldn’t either. You took one step… A second one… You couldn’t hear him. Was he even still here? Where the hell was he and how could he be that quiet? The only thing you heard was your own, hectic breath.
“Oh well, I didn’t expect you to throw yourself at me.”
You jumped and breathed in sharply. His voice… It was directly in front of you. You could even feel his breath on your face now. Just how did he get there? You could have sworn he was standing behind you in the beginning! You quickly took a step back. Your heart was hammering against your chest.
“What do you want from me? Get away.”, you said, keeping your voice as stable as possible. He laughed. Suddenly, you could hear his loud steps. You raised you arms over your head to protect yourself, but…
He wasn’t walking towards you. What was he doing? Before you could think about it any longer, suddenly bright light was dazzling you. You squinted you eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness. Why’d he turn on the lights now? What would you see? You slowly tried to open your eyes, not just out of fear but also curiousity. You looked around, immediatly searching for the guy. The room you were in wasn’t as big as you’d thought. And not as… scary. One could even say it was… cozy? You were standing in front of a dark red sofa, just like the one in the bar. The walls were painted in a calming beige. Next to you you noticed a big desk with a wooden chair, but there wasn’t anything laying on it. Besides than that, the left part of the room was empty. You noticed someone moving from the corner of your eye and you quickly turned around. The brown haired guy was standing about 10 metres away from you, leaning against the wall- and he had this wicked smile on his lips, again. He always seemed like he was plotting something, even if he smiled. You couldn’t stop youself from noticing how hot he looked. At least he wasn’t right in front of you this time.
“To answer your question- I just tried to have some fun, but your reaction wasn’t as hilarious as I hoped. Not as funny as everyone before you. Anyways, we’ve got something to talk about. Sit down.”
You just silently watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to. If he was planning on killing you, why didn’t he just do it? If this was a kidnapping, why would he want to talk to you?
“About what do you want to talk? How I prefer to die? ”, you asked sceptically. Now that you could see where he was, some of the fear from earlier had disappeared. You felt exhausted and confused. What was the point of panicking when you couldn’t change a thing about all this? You didn’t want to sit down and calmly talk about everything. However, suddenly his smile disappeared and he started coming your way. And- again- you couldn’t help it, you were scared.
“Either you sit down yourself or I’ll help you with it. It’s your choice.”, he said. You could tell he wasn’t messing around by the treathening look in his eyes. And you didn’t want to make everything worse, so you quickly sat down on the sofa before he had made his way over to you. You were to tense to notice how comfortable it was. He took the chair and pulled it in front of the sofa, so that he could face you while sitting down. You tried to breath slowly to calm yourself down. Maybe there was a way to get out of here, you shouldn’t lose your hope that early. The guy was now sitting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with a measuring look. It made you feel umcomfortable- not like you’d felt comfortable in the first place.
“So, what do you want to talk about?”, you asked, trying to hide your impatience and confusion.
“Don’t you wonder why I kidnapped you? I don’t just abduct someone because I’m bored. That’s not worth the effort.”
You scoffed internally. Oh, you didn’t wonder at all, wasn’t kidnapping a normal thing to do? Of course you wondered, what was he thinking…? However, you decided against being sarcastic, for you own good.
“I do.”, you said shortly. You were curious, but you hoped he would tell you without you asking him. You wanted to avoid saying something that would make him angry.
“Listen. You might have already noticed that this was a trap. I expected you to come and get your dumb little friend. It’s a shame I had to let him go, he was quite talkative… under special circumstances. However, back to why your here. You’ve been observed for quite some time now. The lady selling street food. The old man living next to you. Even the post man I believe. It’s funny what people do for money.”
Your eyes widened in shock. That couldn’t be true…He must be joking! Why would the Mafia observe you? You were just a common police officer! You recalled all the times you’d got yourself dinner at the street food stall. The lady there had always been a little bit talkative, but Mafia…? And how often you’d done the laundry for the grandpa living next door! You had basically told him everything about your private life… You couldn’t… you didn’t want to believe that, they weren’t part of the Mafia.
“Y-your lying… Why would the Mafia take interest in me? I’m just an average person, I haven’t… I mean… Why?”, you asked him confused. All this didn’t make sense.. right? The Mafia guy just looked at you emotionless.
“I don’t now either, I’m not the head of the Mafia. I’m a sniper, you know. I was confused to when they told me to kidnap you and inform you about… Your new life. And why would I lie to you?”
By now you were completely done. A sniper. Ok. Not like you cared at this point. But what did he mean by ‘new life’?
“My new life? Are you completely… What do you mean by that? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can tell when I need a new life, and I’m quite happy with my old one!” You didn’t even try to hide you anger, but the man in front of you didn’t seem to care.
“The Mafia isn’t. Guess who’s more powerful. But let’s start from the beginning, let me explain everything. These days, there are lots of riots between the different Mafia clans. Which means people are dying… And new people need to be educated. However, right now the kids who are already born into the Mafia are still to young and we need good snipers. We can’t set their life on the line. Your known for you shooting skills and your said to be one of the best police officers. Not like you'be proven that today. But see, (Y/N), you know where this is going.”
You flinched when he said your name. Of course he knew it. You’d told your neighbour. But still, you were in a loss of words. As a police officer you hadn’t been working on cases involving the mafia yet, so you hadn’t noticed any riots between the Mafia gangs. But they must’ve been really bad if the Mafia was already trying to recrute their worst enemies… The Police. Maybe the Police wasn’t their worst enemy anymore.
However, you didn’t need to think twice about that. You weren’t, not under any circumstances, going to work for the Mafia. You’d rather die than kill innocent people. And you knew that’s exacty what you were going to do…
“No way. I’m not going to work for the mafia. Kill me if you want, but I refuse.”,you said, making your words sound harsh. You knew you could never forgive yourself if you’d give in.
The Mafia guy was raising one eyebrow, than he smiled at you. He probably expected this answer, even though he didn’t seem to undertstand it. It did confuse you, but you were curious about his answer.
“Are you sure? You could save peoples lifes. Childrens lifes. I would be the one teaching you, so you don’t need to worry about your skills. If I was you, I’d consider it as long as I’ve got the chance.” He looked you right in the eye and you could tell he was trying to be convincing. It actually seemed like he cared about you. But you weren’t dumb, he was only trying to get his job done. Of course you didn’t want to die, but if saving peoples lifes meant taking others… No, you didn’t have a choice.
“Forget it. I’m not going to work for the Mafia.”
“Is that your last word, (Y/N)?”, he asked sighing.
You just nodded. So that was it. You never expected your life to end like this… All you ever wanted was to help people, to make them happy and feel save. And here you were now. You didn’t even want to think about your parents… You didn’t want to cry infront of this guy. You just wished you’d seen them one last time to tell them how much you loved them. At least you’d saved Officer Millers life.
The brown haired guy stood up and slowly walked to the door. You shuddered, finally noticing how cold it actually was. You tried not to think of anything. You tried not to think about how your life as a sniper would be. Suddenly, you saw that the Mafia guy had turned around and was looking at you with a strange expression. Now you where the one raising one eyebrow.
“Ah, and (Y/N)… I’m not supposed to tell you, but… As soon as I leave this room and tell my boss about your decision, the bomb in your parents house will be activated.”
You felt your heart drop as your eyes grew wide in shock. He walked on, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door…
“Wait. WAIT!!!”, you screamed in panic.
The guy turned around, smiling in triumph.
“Welcome to the Mafia, (Y/N). I’m Jungkook and I’ll be your teacher for the next months.”
You know what that calls for? Headcanons ofcourse!
At first no one in the class knew when Midoriya’s birthday was and he was perfectly fine with that. He didn’t want anyone making a big fuss about it.
So there he is, coming down to the dorms common room. He greets everyone like normal.
But when he was about to say good morning to a somewhat irritated Bakugo;
“Good Morning Ka-ch-” “LISTEN UP DEKU!!JUST BECAUSE ITS YOUR STUPID BIRTHDAY DONT EXPECT ME TO ACT ALL NICE NICE!! GOT IT YOU STUPID NERD!?!”
Everyone snaps their head towards them.
“"It’s your birthday Midoriya?” “Ah, yeah. But it’s no big deal, really. I mean it’s just a day, no-nothing special.”
But it is a big deal. A very big deal.
Everyone wishes him and he’s smiling and embarrassed like crazy.
Everyone also apologized since they didn’t have anything to give him.
But unknown to innocent Midoriya, an organization had formed the moment his birthday was announced.“"The planning of Deku’s super special surprise party organization.” Formed by Uraraka and Tenya. And they were steadily gaining members at an alarming rate.
They were careful not to attract any attention from their target, and Izuku didn’t think anything was suspicious at all.
The first time he thought everyone was weird was during lunch.
All of his classmates apparently had something else they needed to do. “Hey Uraraka, Ida, where are you going? Our tables over there.” “Sorry Deku, I actually…. have to go see Hatsume! Yeah, you see I want her to do something….with my….suit! I think something’s wrong!” “"The same is for me! I believe there’s a crack! In my….. helmet.. very serious.”
All the excuses were the same, some (Kaminari, Kirishima, Mineta and Ashido)had to see a teacher for extra lessons, some (Tsuyu, Momo, and Mr Sparkly (sorry I can’t remember his name) were feeling sick and had to go see recovery girl and someone (*cough* Todoroki the worst liar in existence *cough*) even said that they lost something and had to go back to the classroom.
Even stranger was when he went to see All Might, after he knocked and entered he saw all Might standing in front of his cupboard with an almost panicked expression on his face.
“Mirdoria my boy! What are you doing here?” “"Oh, well I wanted to get your opinion on this new move I was thinking for my shoot style.”
All might made it a point to answer in a hurry and to keep him away from the cupboard.
Midoriya thought he heard the cupboard sneeze but all might insisted that he wasn’t imagining it.
“"All Might, did the cupboard just sneeze?” “What? No, ofcourse not! Cupboards can’t sneeze, I think all this talking about complicated maneuvers is making you imagine things my boy!Maybe we should discuss it some other time.”
After all the classes were over Aizawa asked Midoriya to stay behind and take some worksheets to the teachers lounge.
He was about to head back when he almost slammed into Ida who asked him to get a part of his costume from the support workshop. Before Midoriya could say anything else Ida sprinted back to the dorms
For some reason no one was in there and Midoriya spent an hour looking for everything before he eventually gave up.
When he finally came back to the dorms it was pitch black
Suddenly the lights go on and everyone was there.
Class 1-A, all might, Mr Aizawa, Mommy Midoriya, Gran Torino, Hatsume, even Recovery girl.
Midoriya was smiling and blushing and couldn’t even get a word out.
“Come on Deku! Blow the candle and make a wish!”
Apparently everyone had gone out during lunch to buy presents (with permission from their softy of a homeroom teacher)
The sneeze he had heard from All Mights cupboard was actually Kaminari whose nose got tickled from Uraraka hair when they had went to tell All Might about their plans of the party and had to hide when they heard Deku at the door.
Gran Torino insisted that the reason he came was because he was promised with as many deserts as he wanted.
Mommy Midoriya was smiling and crying for five minutes and couldn’t stop hugging her son.
Aizawa insisted that the only reason he was there was because he didn’t want the class going overboard and how he couldn’t trust All Might to handle it himself.
Thought that’s a lie, if ever there was one.
Todoroki gave Deku a scarf since he over heard Deku saying he needed to buy a new one.
Uraraka got him a new pair of his favorite sneakers (a limited edition All Might themed Sneakers of only 100 ever made, Deku couldn’t stop thanking her and said it was really amazing)
Dekus inner voice, “Oh my god, I actually got a present from a girl!”
Ida gave him a book on famous hero’s who specialized in close combat attacks.
Kaminari got him a a pair of rolled skates.
Kirishima gave him a new video game that he and Deku had been talking about.
Tokoyami actually got him a sword because he remembered how Deku thought it was super cool when they were showing each other there rooms on the first day.
Hatsume gave him one of her newest ‘babies’
Jirou gave him a new pair of headphones.
All Might gave him a New Jersey (Deku was completely ecstatic that he got a gift from his idol).
Recovery Girl gave him a first aid kit (”If you’re going to hurt yourself so much, you should Atleast be able to help yourself!”)
Aizawa gave him a sleeping bag like his own. And so on
Bakugo didn’t even wrap his present and just threw it at him.
It was a paper weight.
Izuku insists that it was the best birthday he ever had.
Our cover page is the Tenrou Island arc and it’s just kinda meh. It’s following the standard group shot theme of the other memory chapters but there’s nothing all that interesting or dynamic about this. But onto the chapter proper
We open with the letters of END returning to their book. Okay I understand what Lucy’s doing about writing down the experiences of Natsu so that he will stay Natsu but why? Okay well the obvious idea is that this will prevent the END personality from taking over but aside from the first time we saw the semi END form there really was not indication of his personality changing. In fact, this seems like it’s confused about what it wants to be, is it saving Natsu’s life? Is it keeping Natsu from transforming? It’s playing fast and loose, which really is jarring.
Gray she’s Lucy struggle and starts destroying the “demon” in her arm. SO wait that’s an actual demon not organic link? Also If it’s spreading through and becoming part of Lucy how can you completely destroy with no adverse effect to her? But what does that matter another character is safe from consequence.
The Book of END fades due to Zeref’s death and Natsu returns alive. Okay again we get into my problem with this re writing in the book, how does it stop Natsu from dying with Zeref. He’s still a demon from the book of Zeref. I guess it might be that Lucy still has the organic link in her and the book is no longer needed for Zeref’s bond but rather he has a bond with Lucy.
Yeah It was over in a complete and total disappointment of a climax but I wouldn’t expect anything else from Natsu.
Natsu delivers the news that the first is gone. Oh no so sad.
Oh never mind grieving over.
We cut to a random island, where the Blue pegasus group is recovering.
You have a responsibility? Please check my 536 review on why that responsibility is total bull crap, but now add on it’s for Anna and Ichiya as well. Given the ending of this chapter that sentiment has become really damn hollow. Also we gave shit to Gray gfor iced shell and how it feels like character regression, now we have Jellal with actual character regression, wonder if he’ll get some shit. Also seems Wendy has fixed up his ribs.
Cut back to Team Natsu where everything is winding down and they talk about the things they have to do. Gray stating he has to apologize to Juvia, which I don’t understand given the fact that this flash back seems to be implying he should apologize for beating her but if you were trying to stay true to the whole “I’ll give you answer” thing then shouldn’t those flashbacks be of him using iced shell.
Lucy points out she has to find Aquarius’s key, which I like and Happy seems to imply that there’s something special he and Natsu want to do after the war (even though only thing Natsu said was he had a bucket list and not something ‘special’”
And Natsu is gone.
Yeah he’s sooooooo gone. Totally. I’m sure this’ll last half a chapter.
Last page shows how Natsu is kinda being a dick but at the same time Wendy notices cracks in the sky.
Post chapter follow up: This was a blah chapter. There is very little substance to it and a lot of things that happen are kinda vague. I will say it’s good to have a breather chapter but nothing is really progressed for the characters other than restating what they want to do after the war.
On the positive side, it is nice to see team Natsu back together and them interact, and it’s also nice to be reminded that there are still goals after this ordeal is over. Also positive, the possible return of Acnologia.
On the negative side, the worst problem with this chapter on it’s own is pacing. Things are happening way too fast fr a breather chapter, jumping around and delivering news about Mavis all feel resolved really fast. Another problem with the chapter is the Jellal scene, while I was for Jellal dying because it would have him come full circle this actually is presenting him to be regressing which honestly something that shouldn’t happen to a character who’s already got a lot of rushed character development.
This all put together there’s just nothing to chapter, it all honestly felt like padding. It’s not bad pre say but it’s not exactly good.
Hello internet! First thing first, thank you so much for all the sweet things you said about part II of Bucky’s story [ if you haven’t read it, here’s part 1 and part 2 ] Sooo, while waiting for ispiration for the third part, here’s a little one shot I want to share with you. Enjoy! :) xx
CHRIS EVANS X READER
Summary: you love early mornings with Chris and this is why.
Warnings: okay, none, this is just adorkable fluff
Mornings with Chris were the best thing to exist, especially at the start of his acting hiatus. The feeling of freedom and calm, no rush to do anything, we had time to do every little thing we missed whilst being apart. Mornings were my favourite, no special reason, although there were some perks about it: it was the start of the day, the excitement of doing something new, waking up in his arms and living a normal life with a normal domestic routine for once, no jet-lag or hotel nights, just home. He was my home.
This morning I woke up in a tangle of limbs and sheets, just wearing one of his t-shirts and underwear while Chris was shirtless as always. He was sleeping on his side, facing away from the window and the few rays of sunshine peeking from it. I scooted near him quietly, trying not to wake him in the process, and rested my chin on his bare shoulder, drinking in his amusing appearance and letting my fingers lightly trace circles up and down his arm. He smiled, meaning that he was now fully awake, therefore I moved my arm to surround his torso and pressed my front against his back while bending slightly to whisper in his ear “good morning,love ”.
Chris smiled again, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach, even after four years, the connection never changed. I then pushed him softly on his back by his shoulders and straddled him, before laying on him, my arms on either side of his head and hands buried in his messy hair. “Good morning to you, too” he chuckled, letting his hands wander up and down my sides, before settling on my back with a steady hold. I kissed him, slow, meaningful, my fingers stroking the hair at the back of his neck while I tasted his cherry lips. He hummed in the kiss and I pulled away, smirking when he pouted “I want more of that” “You will get it, love, don’t worry” my laugh made him smile and he reached for my lips to connect them with his again in another long kiss. Oh, how much I loved him. I think I felt so incredibly in love with Chris that sometimes, it ached, and I didn’t know the reason. I just knew that when I stayed with him, I felt at home. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, he was my best friend and my soulmate, I couldn’t even wait to spend the rest of my life with him, no one and nothing else could compare. Although, knowing that he felt just the same, warmed my heart in a way impossible to explain.
“Wanna hop in the tub for a long, lavender scented, hot bath?” he asked after we parted and stared into each others eyes for a while, whilst my hand stroked his cheek, him relaxing into my touch. I nodded excitingly, grinning and giving him a peck on the lips before jumping off of him and going to prepare the bathtub. What I didn’t know was that he was lovingly looking at me, staring at my frame moving in the other room as he watched, laying on his elbow, with a smile plastered on his face. Chris observed me while I did my chores and then proceeded to brush my hair and teeth, following my usual routine. When the water was warm enough, I took all my clothes off and as he looked at my naked frame, hopping in the tub, he felt his heart skip a beat. He felt so lucky and honoured knowing I was only his, but he still needed a while to let me understand that. When he got up, looking in the mirror, he tried to adjust his hair, failing miserably. I was already in the tub when he came up at the bathroom door, leaning on the door frame and looking at me as if I was an angel on earth. I had put my hair in a messy bun, trying not to get them wet with the bathtub’s water, but some strands of hair had fallen on my face, which I repeatedly moved behind my ear. I was surrounded by bubbles, but for him, I looked perfect. “Care to join, Mister Evans?” I asked, blushing a little when he chuckled, shaking his head.
Chris then proceeded to take off his only piece of clothing and enter in the tub behind me, almost letting the water get out. I then leaned on him, positioning my head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of warmth around me, his strong arms holding me tightly. Chris sighed contently, taking one of my hands in his, looking at them intertwined out of the water. “You know, I had an amazing plan for us today: a walk in the park, a picnic..” he kissed my neck once “but these moments, God, I would give my life for them.” I smiled and closed my eyes when I felt his lips return in their previous position, peppering kisses all over my skin. I turned my face enough to press my head gently against his, kissing his jaw. “I’m so in love with you, it hurts” he mumbled and I chuckled, tightening my grip on him as if my life depended on it. “I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, but yet I know that tomorrow I will”
Eight years ago I began to draw seriously. I have always loved drawing, but now I wanted to get better. It was around this time I entered my first fandom- Sonic the Hedgehog. And like many others, I tried to draw my own oc. To be honest, she was a trainwreck. I had no idea what I was doing, and Krystal the Arctic Fox was the outlet for that cluelessness. The art was bad, even compared to other beginners. The design was odd and so was her story. But she always held art special place in my heart as the first character I made.
Now I am glad I never stopped trying. While other kids saw something bad, I saw an opportunity. I kept on drawing, and learning. As I spread my artistic wings and got more practice, I slowly began to improve. Even when my artistic exploits took me far away from the Sonic fandom, I always remembered where I began. And now, after coming back to my roots as one might say, I am glad this fandom is where I got my start. Now I am in no way a famous or overly outstanding artist, but I still credit this fandom with much of my development.
When I uncovered my old picture and design of Krystal a few days ago, I decided to remake her in honor of that begining. She is completely unrecognizable compared to her old self. A new name, design… everything. But I could not have been happier with how she turned out.
So, fellow artists, never give up. Keep on practicing- what a difference it can make! And artistrtistslways remember where you got your start; it can have a much bigger impact on your artistic career than you might think.
Special Snowflake has been a long time coming for me. I started my life of activism in high school, and when Trump was elected I knew I had to do more than post to Facebook. I wanted to create a community of people who would take part in small but impactful campaigns, and I wanted to donate to every and any cause. But I didn’t have any money to do so. Realizing if I offered something, I could make the money to donate, I set to work designing basic t-shirts with phrases like, “When #BlackLivesMatter Glass Ceilings Shatter,” and “#NODAPL”. My thinking is that people want to wear their solidarity on their sleeves, and people want to donate–but it’s human nature to want to get something back for that. 37.5% of the profits will be donated to either Black Lives Matter, Planned Parenthood, or the Dakota Access Pipeline protesters. As a new organization, Special Snowflake will be sending proof of donation to customers who request it, and making it public on Tumblr.
I will be honest: I did not have to put any money into the t-shirt shop. I do not care if I never sell a t-shirt. What I want to do is create a community. When the Injustice Boycott sought to raise the age a minor could be tried as an adult from 16 to 18, a mass-tweeting campaign helped make that a reality. That is a great example of something that takes about thirty seconds to do, but has a huge impact. I want to build a coalition across America of people who will be willing to look out for these little actions, like calling CEOs invested in the pipeline. If we can get people across the country doing these little actions, soon our congressmembers won’t be able to deny our voice. So please, check out the t-shirts at specialsnowflake.threadless.com. Or, skip right to the blog at specialsnowflakestorm.tumblr.com and get involved in small campaigns! They come from people like Shaun King, leader of the Injustice Boycott, or leaders in the Lakota fighting the Dakota Access Pipeline, etc, and are part of larger initiatives. These campaigns are making a huge impact, and by following my tumblr, you can be a huge part of it.
Chocolate– with whipped cream frosting and bananas because thats Katsuki’s favorite. It was hard work and it looked a bit sloppy, but it was edible. And surely, despite the look, it tasted great! (Izuku would know. He sampled the batter and cream before it was all put together)
It was a miracle he even had time to /make/ the darn thing, with Katsuki constantly trying to stay beside him all day. Izuku admitted he felt bad for finding excuses to sneak away or leave his boyfriend alone all morning and afternoon long… but it would be worth it. Izuku was lucky he got Eijirou to occupy Katsuki until everything was in place.
He set the cake on the table, before he set out the gift he had gotten the other as well. He felt nerves taking over, as he stared at the wrapped gift. Would the gift he chose be too sappy? Would Katsuki even like something like that? Maybe he should have chosen something else.
He muttered about his thoughts, as he pinched his lower lip in between his pointer finger and thumb. But his unsure thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard the sound of keys at the front door. Lifting his head quickly, he felt butterflies take over his stomach. He could hear Katsuki’s voice – muffled, but still clear enough. He must have been saying goodbye to Eijirou.
Thank God Izuku had finished his surprise. He hoped it was good enough. Maybe he should rush to hide it all and pretend he didnt make anything at all– Jeez, he hated when his nervousness got the best of him.
“Deku? ” Katsuki called out as he entered in the house, then. Izuku heared him toss his keys and light jacket aside, before he started coming closer.
“I-in here Kacchan!” Izuku replied and turned toward the entry way of the kitchen. He swallowed hard, and waited patiently until he saw his boyfriend’s face coming in.
“What the fuck have you been doin all day, you didnt answer any texts from me.” He watched the curly haired male and tilted his head slightly. There was an irritated tone to his voice.
“Sorry Kacchan but..Th..this– I’ve been working on this!” Izuku said quickly, before stepping himself out of the way of the table. “Um..H..Happy Birthday..”
Katsuki’s eyes widened then, upon seeing the surprise laid out on the table. He didn’t say much, but he went closer to observe it better. The cake was his favorite–and it was lopsided. But it was decorated nicely and the gift was wrapped endearingly, too. Too much tape, but it was cute. And it was touching. The ash blonde lifted his crimson eyes from the small display and looked at Izuku.
“You were doin /this/ for me??”
“Yes.” Izuku nodded. “I..I know it isn’t perfect. But I wanted to do something special.. thats why I had Eijirou keep you busy all day- and I know you wanted to spend time with me on your birthday, but I wanted to surprise you and make it a good evening together- and also I’m not sure if you’ll like the gift but I–”
“Deku.” Katsuki cut off Izuku’s rambling before he reached out and embraced him in his arms. “Thanks. I’m shitty with words…but Im happy. I was pretty pissed you kept fucking avoiding me” he smirked a bit. “But I guess it was worth it, huh?”
Izuku felt his cheeks start to burn up shyly and be couldn’t help but smile. It was relieving to hear Katsuki liked it.
“So,for my gift, besides the nice one sittin right there..”
“Huh?” Izuku looked up to see Katsuki better. “What..?”
“Are you gonna let me lick and eat this cake off your body? ” he grinned, though Izuku couldn’t tell if it was being serious or not.
“K-Kacchan!?” He didn’t have time to say much else, as Katsuki’s lips crashed into his own. It was a firm, yet tender kiss.
Once their lips parted way Katsuki snickered.
“So. Are we gonna lay you across this table and spread the cake all over?”
“Kacchan!” The blush only spread further.
“I think I kinda fuckin deserve it!”
Izuku knitted his eyebrows before be squirmed out of Katsuki’s hold. The latter pursed his lips, slightly disappointed.
“A..after this you can.. do whatever you want okay? B-but first open this first gift.” He picked up the wrapped present off the table and timidly held it toward Katsuki.
He reached out and took hold of it.
“I’m holdin you to your words.” He smirked before he started to tear the paper away. It was difficult, thanks to the generous amount of tape– but eventually it was opened and it was…a photo album of them two. Pictures of all their dates and just everyday things, as well as small notes and love letters to go along with each page.
Katsuki slowly flipped through the pages at Izuku eagerly waited a reaction.
“..um.. do you like it..?” He finally had to ask because Katsuki staying quiet only concerned him more.
“Deku.” Katsuki paused, then closed the book. He placed it down on the table and wrapped the other in a tight hug again. This time Katsuki turned his head and peppered kisses onto Izuku’s ear. “I’m so fucking lucky I have you.. I love you. Thank you. ”
That was all the confirmation Izuku needed and he set his arms around Katsuki then. “I love you too, Kacchan. Im happy you like it… Happy Birthday.”
Happy Valentine’s Day @sailorkillian!!! I’m your somewhat absent CS Secret Valentine! When you told me about your favorite CS moments I picked up that you are a big fan of the fluffy ones so here is a little Valentine’s proposal fic that doesn’t take place on Valentine’s Day and isn’t really a proposal .. read on to find out what that means!
Emma turned the key in
the ignition and the yellow bug’s engine went silent. Killian’s eyes were closed as his head rested back on the seat. It had been another long adventure..
“So, I guess we can cross Narnia off the lists of realms to
visit for our next vacation, huh?”
“Next vacation?” Killian replied, not opening his eyes. “We’d
have to have one first, love.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed.
Killian finally opened his eyes and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a
gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Shall we go inside and try to get some rest
before your son decides to explore another wardrobe?”
please,” Emma said. After slamming her door shut she looked back at Killian over the roof of the
car. “And I saw Leroy walking out of Granny’s so we should probably double
check the locks on the front door.”
barricade the windows.”
can’t tell if you’re joking about that,” Emma laughed as she fell into step
with him. He slipped an arm around her waist and they slowly walked up the
stairs to their front door.
everyone out for a few days of solitude with you is no joking matter,” he said,
turning her in his arms and pulling her into a kiss.
they pulled apart Emma’s eyes stayed closed as the smile spread across her
face. “We made it home.”
love.” He kissed her forehead and put the key into the lock.
turned the key and pushed open their front door. Emma took a step inside and heard
a crunch beneath her feet as though she had stepped onto fallen leaves.
Request: HI! Can I request a Christmas one with the dialouge number 2, and 26, with 18 and 19 for scenarios???? X’D WITH CHRIS/ GEORGE WASHINGTON PLEASE??? ILY
2: “Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?”
26: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA ISNT REAL???”
18: Getting stuck under the mistletoe
19: Christmas w/ Kids
A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I had a really fun time writing it. Thanks again for requesting! But I’m sorry guys that I haven’t been posting often lately. My immune system has like completely shut down, so I keep getting really sick. Sorry about that, but on a happier note…WE ARE 10 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! We’re really excited about this and want to do something special for it. I don’t know if anybody actually reads these notes, but please let us know if you’d like us to do an open ask time or really any kind of fun lil celebration thing with you guys. If we don’t hear anything then we’re probably not going to do it, but thank you lovelies! Hope your day is amazing and remember that holiday requests are open! I love ya’ll!
“Do you think they’ll like me?” You asked, nervously fidgeting your hands as you sat in your car on George’s driveway.
“Trust me, my kids will love you. They love anything that will listen to their crazy rants and stories.” George smiled reassuringly as he took your keys out of the ignition. “Come on, they can’t wait to meet you.”
You watched as George got out of the car and walked towards the porch of his house. You had been dating George for a while now and the holidays had finally rolled around. He had been begging for you to meet his many adopted children that he loved with all his heart. There wasn’t anything you had against meeting them, you were just deathly scared that they wouldn’t like you.
Unfortunately, when all the kids refused presents from Santa unless they could meet you, George put his foot down and set a date for you to come over. That date just so happened to be, Christmas Eve and Christmas day. That’s right, you could possibly be ruining one of their Christmas memories by just being there. This was a nightmare come to life.
“(Y/N)! Come on, I promise it won’t be that bad!” George called, beckoning you towards the door.
With one last deep calming breath, you marched over to him, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
“Okay, let’s do this.” You said, determined to make the best out of the situation.
George looked at you and smiled, taking your hand in his and squeezing it tightly. George took a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob. Little did you know that he was just as nervous as you were. He was completely panicked at the thought of the kids being too rambunctious for you to handle.
“Boys!” George called in the house as he opened the door.
There were a series of yells heard scattered across the house. This was followed by pounding footsteps coming from all directions. You squeezed George’s hand a little tighter as you saw them all run into the room one by one.
“Boys, this is (Y/N) (L/N). They’re the person you were so interested in meeting.” George smirked as the boys blushed at his words.
“We weren’t that interested!” One protested, his dark hair pulled in a tight ponytail.
“Mhm, sure…Anyways (Y/N), these are my boys.” He took his time introducing each of them and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to remember all their names.
“It’s nice to meet you boys.” You smiled, all of them wearing shit eating grins.
“HAVE YOU HAD SEX WITH OUR DAD????” Alex screeched, running at you with excitement.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS???” John yelled, latching his arms around your waist.
“ARE YOU GOING TO MARRY OUR DAD???” Hercules’s voice boomed through the house loudly, especially for such a small boy.
“WILL YOU STAY FOREVER???” Laf jumped onto your back, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“OUR DAD KNOWS SANTA! DO YOU KNOW HIM TOO???” Thomas asked, his eyes flickering between you and George.
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE GETTING FOR CHRISTMAS???” Aaron jumped over the other boys, hoping to gain your attention.
“I hope we don’t scare you away.” James said in between coughs, taking your hand that wasn’t holding George’s into his.
“BOYS!” George yelled, the boys stopped their flood of questions to look at him. “Enough with the ridiculous questions.” George sighed, thinking his kids had already scared you away.
“I don’t know if I can answer all those at once.” You giggled, looking at the rowdy boys around you. “Let me think…Yes we have and no I don’t have any kids. About the marriage thing, he’d have to ask first. I would stay forever if I could, Laf. Santa and I are freaking homies! I don’t know what you’re getting for Christmas, and no James, I don’t think you can scare me away.” They took in your answers, before they all took a deep breath to ask more questions.
“No more questions! You’ll have plenty of time to do that later! For now, let’s go make some dinner.” George said, ushering the boys towards the kitchen.
Without a word, they all began working in unison. You laughed, watching them take orders from George and and carrying them out with such precision. They were chopping vegetable and fruits, some were stirring pots or putting things in the oven. They were like little soldiers.
“What would you like me to do, General Washington?” You asked with a mock salute.
“No guest of mine is helping in the kitchen. Go sit down at the table, dinner will be done in a moment.” George pushed you towards the table that John and Alex were supposed to be setting.
“So, how old are you two?” You asked, taking a seat at the dining table.
“I’m eight and John is ten.” Alex said, folding the last of the napkins
“Are you all pretty close to your dad?” You asked, watching as their faces lit up at the mention of George.
“We spend a lot of time with our dad. He’s the one that got us all out of foster care and orphanages, we owe a lot to him.” John smiled at the memory.
“Did you hang them all up?” Thomas asked, walking into the room.
“Yeah we did.” Alex said, the three boys sharing a mischievous grin.
“What did you three do?” You raised an eyebrow at the suspicious boys.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Thomas smirked, taking a seat next to you at the table. “I believe you will greatly appreciate it.”
Soon enough, everyone was seated around the table eating an amazing Christmas Eve dinner George and the boys had made. The boys watched and listened to you carefully the whole night. George had never brought someone home before, so there had to be something special about you.
“I think I’m going to catch Santa tonight.” Alex boasted, shoveling mountains of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
“I doubt you can catch Santa.” Aaron rolled his eyes.
“Oh yeah, why not?” Alex glared at him, holding his fork a bit tighter
“Because Santa’s not real, you idiot.” Aaron said smugly, half of the kids at the table looked up in shock.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA ISN’T REAL???” James screamed, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
“Oh no…” You hear Hercules mutter, turning to glare at Aaron.
“James, uh…you see Santa…” George attempted, only to have more of the kids at the table begin to cry.
“Of course Santa is real!” You interject, signaling to George that you could handle this. “Santa works really hard to visit you kids each year. He’s probably getting his sleigh ready right now! But sometimes, to prove that a child’s faith in him can stay true, he tells other children to spread the word that he’s not real. All those who still have faith in him will never leave the nice list. Whenever someone tells you he’s not real, they’re actually testing you.”
“Really?” Thomas asked, his eyes puffy from crying.
“Trust me, Santa’s as real as you and me.” George said, smiling at how quickly you had turned the situation around. “Boys, go change into your PJs. (Y/N) and I will clean up the table and then we can watch some Christmas movie with you before bedtime.”
The boys looked at each other with smirks. They walked up the stairs and began laughing and giggling when they thought they were out of earshot.
“They’re up to something…” You trailed off, standing up to grab the dishes.
“They’re always up to something.” George chuckled, leading you back into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
After washing the dishes in comfortable silence, the two of you entered the living room to be met with a surprise. Every inch of the ceiling was covered in mistletoe. George looked around the room in shock while you tried to stifle your laugh.
“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” George yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
“Keeps? Like this has happened multiple times?” You giggled at George’s pained expression.
“The boys kept trying to hang it everywhere before you came over.” George blushed.
“That’s cute, but I don’t know how to tell you this…” You trailed off, looking at the staircase behind George that was currently occupied by his kids.
“They’re too much for you aren’t they? I promise they’re not that bad, they were just really excited to meet you. Please, just hear me out on this.” George began to rant, the only thing that stopped it was your hand over his mouth.
“First off, I love the boys and their craziness. Secondly, I was going to tell you that we can’t break a Christmas tradition, it’ll bring us years of bad luck.” You smirked, pulling George close to you as the boys gasped in anticipation.
“Hm, well I don’t want to be a Scrooge.” George smiled, pulling you in for a light kiss.
The kiss was short and sweet, but then again there were all his kids behind you. As you pulled away, you could hear the excited cheers and almost whispers from the boys. George rolled his eyes, turning to watch them all run back up the stairs.
“I’m glad you like them. I’ve really wanted to combine the most important people in my life for a while.” George smiled, pulling you close to his side.
“I’m glad you forced me into this. I think this may be my best Christmas yet.” You put your head on his shoulder.
“Well, if you’d like, maybe this could be the first of many Christmases like this.” George suggested, his voice slightly nervous and strained.
“That’s an offer I’ll have to take.” You giggled, watching the boys peek around the corner to look at the two of you. “Besides, I don’t think I’d want to spend another holiday without you and your boys.”
It was not the first time he has acted like an asshole for absolutely no reason at all. He used to do that all the time, but most of the times all I did was to ignore it and continue doing my thing. Ever since the band has taken off and started to get pretty significant places in the music industry his Attitude has been slowly changing and going in steps, first his assistants, then most of his managers, going all the way up to some of his family members and in the last two weeks, me.
Of course, I blame his fame, the stress and pressure of social media combined it made his entire personality changed drastically, or how other people would consider the right name for it, the fame got to his head, and it was starting to bother me, not in a soft or good way.
It was completely true that at this point it was starting to turn completely annoying but today was going to be what hopefully would be what fixed his mind and he would be the same Ashton he used to be. His birthday was finally here, and I knew he has been waiting for it for quite a while. 23 years seemed like a lifetime, and he had many good years to go. Everything was already planned out, I’ve been doing it for the past weeks and everything will be just perfect.
The alarm started ringing at 9 o'clock like every morning, and Ashton was annoyed by it the moment he heard it. Not opening his eyes but trying to reach for it with his hand, while I moved on the bed and reached it myself, turning it down and moving a bit closer to him. Giving him a hug.
“Do you really had to turn that thing on today?” He groans, pressing his eyes together even more. “For god’s sake, I’m very hungover (Y/n)”
I frown and ignore his annoyance, cuddling closing to him and hopefully making him feel a little better.
“I’m sorry” I pout and kiss his cheek “it’s your birthday!” I cheer in a soft voice “Happy birthday love”
He turns around and smiles a little, leaning up and pecking my lips “thanks, baby” he says leaning back on the bed “I’m old”
“Yeah, you need to stop growing” I joke “you’re closer and closer to your 30’s everytime” I say “stop it”
he chuckles “i wish i could” he says, rubbing his face with his hand “Okay i’m up now”
“Good” i smile to him and sit on the bed “How do you feel?”
“Old and hungover” he jokes he blindly looks for my hand under the sheets and takes it, so i pull him over a little so he could take a seat beside me “Hey, where’s my birthday kiss?”
i smile and lean a little bit pressing our lips together and giving him a nice morning kiss “Happy birthday” i mumble “I love you”
“Thanks babe, i love you too” he says “You look happy” he comments with a smile
“i am happy” i say with a proud smile “My baby is turning 23, I’m really happy”
he leans over pressing our lips together. “and i like that you are happy” he mumbles.
“It’s gonna be a fun day, i promise” i state. it was definitely going to be an interesting day.
It took me a while to figure it out to find the right outfit for today, also it took me a little bit to figure myself out, i was very very excited with all the surprises i had for him today, i couldn’t wait to see his face when he knew.
I had the entire day already planned for us, he is been working non-stop lately and barely had time for anything during the day, that’s why i decided to take him out to his favorite restaurant and buy him a nice meal to then take him to a really beautiful park i found not long ago and then at night, i had a big and awesome surprise party planned for him, it took some time but everything is going to be perfect and i will make sure nothing goes wrong.
I fix my dress before checking myself in the mirror one last time, i head out of the bedroom and walk downstairs. i hear him on the phone laughing and throwing out a repetitive conversation that he had already had various times today but still he was happy to do it.
“Thanks man! thank you very much” he smiles and turns to look at me, giving me a smile “When is it? oh…” he says, i see him extend his arm, silently telling me to come by his side and i do.
he slides his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, making me sit on his lap while he continued his phone call.
“Where?” he asks “oh great” he says after the other person on the phone gives a couple of words “I’ll be here then… oh well, it’s not a problem at all, see you later then” he says
He hangs the call, i look at him with a curious smile and kiss him cheek “What’s up?”
he shakes his head and smiles at me “Nothing much” he smiles “You look beautiful”
i smile “Thanks” i say “Who was it on the phone?” i ask curiously leading hand to his curl and caressing them
“oh it was Jeff, remember him? the one who does comedy stuff…” he says
i nod and smile “of course”
“Well” he starts “he and his girlfriend just told me that they are going to this really awesome festival and they told me I could come along, the guys are coming too! it’s great!”
i gasp and smile, i have never been to a festival, i heard it is really fun “Wow! that’s so cool at what time are we going?” i ask happily
“um, well, It’s kind of me going because…There’s just one ticket”
“Are you serious?” I say on a very quiet and surprised one “Are you fucking serious?” I ask again with a hint of anger in my voice.
“What?” he says like it was nothing “I’m going out with my friends on my birthday, what’s the matter?”
I can not believe him “You are going out with your friends to a festival when i was planning on taking you somewhere really nice” i repeat the situation to myself “you know? i don’t mind the fact you are doing that, but i do mind that you aren’t even going to try to take me with you”
“Ugh (Y/n), don’t be dramatic” he rolls his eyes at me. “it’s not my fault”
“I am not being dramatic! i am just saying, you’re totally excluding me and i am your girlfriend” i fight, now being totally angry “that totally shows how much you want me there for you” i say sarcastically.
“It’s not my fault! i wasn’t the one planning this shit, don’t blame me” he yells and turns around getting up from the couch and moving me aside “you are not the only one who is not going, Mitchy isn’t going either”
“Well, Mitchy has a ton of other things to do lately, it’s obvious he is not going!” i say still not believing any of this “i bet even your freaking ex-girlfriend is going” i groan
“yeah, So what?” he says annoyed
“She’s a bitch!” i yell, it was obvious “She made out with literally 5 guys on the same night! and 2 of them being our friends”
“it’s her business” he says rolling his eyes
“i know, but i don’t want her being all over you” i roll my eyes.
“What does that has to do with anything?” he says being very annoyed at me. “Look if you are really going to act like a brat because there is only one ticket for a festival and i am the one being invited, please at least do it behind my fucking back because i really don’t wanna hear it” he spats at me
my mouth widens and barely any words come out of my mouth. “Excuse me?” i say being very offended “I am not acting like a brat, Ashton, please understand, i don’t care you are going out with your friends! but i had something special planned for you and you are ditching me right now and you don’t even care, I really wanted to spend the day with you”
he rolls his eyes “You know? you don’t have to be around me all the damn time” he says, his words hit me like knives “i have a life and friends, i don’t need a clingy girlfriend”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have one then” i fight being too mad to even think about anything.
“Fine” he says shrugging and walking over to the front door, picking up his jacket and belongings on the way.
“Fine” i repeat.
“Fine!” he yells getting out of the house, the door blasting behind him.
Oh shit, was this a breakup? Are we over? What is this?
i am so screwed. i am very screwed.
“Are you sure about this?” i hear Luke’s voice over the phone, the music blasting behind him but sounding muffled by some kind of barrier. “He sounded pretty serious of you guys being over or something, he’s mad”
i sigh. i have been crying like an idiot the entire day because of the events, but it wasn’t time to back up. “I am sure” i speak softly holding my phone close to my ear “Yeah sure we said some things but I’ve been planning this party for weeks and i mean… it’s his birthday” i say shyly
“I don’t know…” he says doubting a little.
“Please Luke” i whine already starting to be desperate “Just convince everyone to come to The Nice guy and call me 5 minutes before you get here, piece of cake”
he chuckles “He is very mad at you, you know?”
i sigh. i didn’t want to remember any of these, it was hard already the fact that i was single but the fact that i still loved him and i was hurt, it’s still his birthday i still want to do something nice to him. “I know” i mumble trying to evict any tears to come out. "I still want him to have a nice birthday though after I got on his nerves, I just… want him to have a little fun tonight"
I swear I could almost hear him thinking from here and all I wanted is to give him a big hug after his words “We’ll be out of in 30” he says “I will call you when we are two block away from the place”
“Oh my god” I breath “thanks, thank you Luke” I say letting out a laugh of joy “thank you, thank you”
“No problem” he says kindly “see you there then” and hangs up the call
No words can explain how happy i was when he finally accepted. At the same time I was a bit scared, even though today’s fight between Ashton and I wasn’t our biggest fight, I ended up bad for us, he claimed to be ‘fine’ with our break up which now makes me wonder If he really meant it or not. I really hope not, it would be so heartbreaking to end things with him, he’s been by my side for a while now.
i walk out of the bathroom and look around trying to find Mitchy somewhere, i dont take long to find him, he was right in the same spot where i told him to wait for me.
“Hey” i say smiling and touching his shoulder.
“Hi, how did it go?” he asks
“it was good, they are coming in about 30 minutes” i say smiling.
he nods “Great, are you nervous?” he asks me curiously
“Very” I say biting on my lip as a nervous habit “What if we are actually not together anymore?” I say being really nervous
He shakes his head “After all of these years? Cmon (Y/n) I don’t think he’s gonna end things with you over a stupid fight” he assures being really confident "now cmon, cheer up a little, don’t think too much, have a drink and relax”
I sigh and nod “thanks Mitch, I really needed a bit of support”
He smiles at me “no problem, that’s what friends are for” he says leaning a bit, kissing my cheek softly and walking back “I’ll get you a drink”
i thank him as he walks away from me. i was truly nervous for this, that fear of actually being single and losing the one i love was killing me inside, but it hurt me more and more everytime i think about it, by this time he could be cheating on me with some chick on that festival not even remembering that i exist, or he could be getting completely drunk and trying to convince one of his friends to let him stay at one of their places to not see me anymore. i really am hoping i am wrong and it is just me over thinking every single thing.
the minutes seem like hours and by the time the 30 minutes have passed i was already done with 3 of my drinks, being a bit tipsy by now. I didn’t want to speak to anyone on the party i was too nervous thinking on what to say when he gets here.
my phone vibrates on my little purse and i instantly pick it up.
“Talk to me” i say on a weird desperate voice.
“We are two blocks away” Luke voice says “Ash is on the other car so he has no idea”
i nod and mumble “Okay” hanging the call-up. running through the crowd making a weird motion with my hand trying to get the DJ’s attention, he already knew what to do.
the guy behind the panel stops the music when he sees and understands what i am trying to say “Alright everyone, the Birthday guy is almost here, turn off the lights and quiet down, this is a surprise party”
I manage to get on the front of the crowd while everyone gathered at the front door waiting for the guys to come from that door. at this moment I was very anxious and my hands were sweating like crazy, also the alcohol in my body was starting to make an effect on me I was hoping it didn’t made me say stupid things later. Before I could even notice, the lights were turned down and the room was completely silent waiting for the birthday boy.
I see people walking to the entrance and crossing the door. I see Luke’s face and then Ashton’s, he looks chill, the moment he crosses the door the lights are turned on and confetti falls off the ceiling while everyone yelled. “SURPRISE!”
His face was blank and at first he seemed confused by all of these people staring at him. He smiles and laughs seeing all of those familiar faces of his friends.
“Oh my god” he says, some of his friends walk up to him and give him hugs “thank you guys, who did all of this? Wow”
Mitch goes and gives him a hug. “All thanks to your girlfriend buddy”
“You did all of this?” He says being very surprised. His mouth being wide open.
I shyly smile looking down “I did” i shrug “it was a real trouble to manage getting the place, food, and everything but I did it!”
I say being excited on my last phrase “surprise” I add and smile to him.
His look soften and he walks up to me, not touching me but holding a straight look at me while I desperately waited for his next words. “You didn’t have to” he said looking around and then looking back at me, he seems to be unsure on if he should take my hands or not but he does anyways. Holding them tightly between his. “I feel really bad- you didn’t have to”
“I-It’s okay I don’t-” I stutter.
“No, (Y/n), Listen” he interrupts me “I feel bad, back at home I acted like a douche and you still managed to do all of this for my birthday-”
“I wanted you to have a birthday party” I say shyly
“I am so sorry” he says in sincere words “What we said bad there, I really don’t want us to break up and I am so sorry I excluded you” he explains “I feel
Awful and I really want to make it up to you, okay?”
I smile a little, those words were music to my ears “thank you” I say smiling and hug him. For the first time in the entire day being able to hold him this close to me “I am sorry too”
“No, love, you don’t have to be sorry” he mumbles kissing my forehead “I am sorry it won’t happen again”
He holds me in his arm and he stay silent for a couple of minutes enjoying each other’s company, no one came over to interrupt us and that was just perfect. After this awful day of overthinking and worrying, he was finally here and we were fine, just fine.
“I really don’t deserve you” he mumbles close to my ear.
I put my hand on his chest and move him back a little. “What?” I say not understanding.
“I don’t deserve you” he repeats “you do all these nice things to me, and I treat you like… like I did before. I really don’t deserve you, you’re too good for me”
I shrug and shake my head “Ashton no..”
“It’s true” he says
“Maybe a little but listen, I love you, okay?, you work a lot and you stress, I know you might have changed because of that, but you are the same Ashton and I love you” I say to him taking his head in my hands and placing a kiss on his lips “I love you”
He smiles a little and kiss me back, I could almost feel how our relationship was getting better and better. That’s all I needed.
“How do you do it?” He ask when we finally separate from the kiss
“Do what?” I ask chuckling a bit.
“Just…Deal with my shit, how do you do that?” He asks shaking his head acting like he could not believe me.
“Ash” I say taking his face in my hands “You are the best human being I have ever meet and I don’t care how many times we fight, I still love you so much” I say speaking very clearly