needed something for the road

We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.

I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

-Elizabeth Alexander
excerpt from “Praise Song for the Day”


Luck would have it that a very nicely formed super cell popped up out of nowhere right near my house. further luck would have it that it was almost magic hour as I began to chase it across the prairie, watching it suck up moisture and cycle from shape to shape protected from collapse by a good updraft. It started pulling the universe out of shape very briefly where every thing in the sky is drawn to it. 

The luck ran out though as it got broken off from its feeder clouds just as it was achieving mothership status. All magical with multiple layers and stretching time and space in the way only few storms can. I didn’t get into good position till she was already in the death throws but it still filled me up. still quenched that need to see something magnificent and awe inspiring. 

I’m going on a little overnight road trip today so I expect there will be a flurry of perfectly formed, wonderfully photogenic, non-harming tornados right by my house in my absence. 

Everyone’s got lovely stories about their first night at Starfleet Academy. One evening on the Enterprise, they all share.

Uhura found her room after getting slightly lost and met Gaila for the first time. Gaila greeted her with a smile, a hug, and a bottle of wine. They spent the evening setting up their beds and discussing cohabitation rules until they were tipsy, then they just chatted.

Chekov had been given a solitary room for his first year cos he was so much younger than anyone else in Starfleet that year. When he got in after his last orientation class he spent twenty minutes setting up a 3D skype call with his family, then spent three hours telling them everything that had happened.

At the end of Scotty’s first day he took all his books to a nearby pub to read through them. However, the pub turned into a karaoke bar at 8pm, so he didn’t get as much work as he wanted done, but he grooved hard.

Spock went straight to his room and checked for any correspondence from Vulcan. His mother had emailed insisting that he go for a walk down the main road and buy something he didn’t need instead of staying in his room doing homework. Spock found a lovely tea shop and purchased a cup that did nothing more than the cup he had brought with him, but he liked the design. His mother was overjoyed.

Sulu walked in the door of his apartment and was immediately hugged by Ben. Sulu told him that he’d had a good day, but he just wanted to hear Ben talk for a while. Ben discussed his day, then casually mentioned the cheesecake he’d bought to celebrate and further conversation was halted until they had cake.

Jim, however, still resents Bones for their first night together. Jim had been waiting excitedly for Bones to turn up, he’d spoken to reception and requested McCoy as his roommate because atleast this guy didn’t seem so starry eyed. He barely knew if he wanted to be in starfleet himself.
He had been sitting on his bed reading a physics book, looking up hopefully everytime there was a noise outside the door.
Finally, McCoy walked in. He looked at Jim, grunted a greeting, then dropped his gear on his bed.
“Why are you watching me?” Had been McCoy’s first words that evening.
“Don’t you remember me!?” Jim had faked being hurt, unable to believe the man didn’t recognise him.
“…should I?”
“You gave me whisky, told me you were divorced, then threw up on me this morning!”
McCoy studied him for a moment. “Oh, it’s you. I gotta go, I’ll see you later. Please wear pants.”
McCoy left. Jim aggressively didn’t wear pants.

Damn (Kwon Ji-Yong)

Originally posted by cheonjaes

milaalpa said:Hello.. Can I request a soul mate AU with ji yong bigbang please.. I never heard of this before, I mean the soul mate au.. And thank you 😊

Sorry for the wait. Hope you’ll like it!

G-Dragon (BigBang) x Reader

Genre: soulmate AU, fluff

Words: 550

Summary: It’s exhausting being a famous idol, but you get some benefits. Like meeting your soulmate in the most interesting way.

‘Your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your wrist.’

“Stop laughing!”

Jiyong yelled out in annoyance. They have been laughing at him the whole morning and it’s only 10 am.

“C’mon, Ji, how can’t you find it funny?”, Taeyang laughed, no matter how hard he tried not to.

The others laughed in agreement. Except for Jiyong.

You see, something out of the ordinary happened yesterday. Let’s see what.


While he was resting in his dorm, his wrist suddenly started to glow. Of course, Jiyong reacted calmly.

“WHAT IS THIS?!”, he screamed, oh so manly, and fell off the couch, oh so gracefully.

After a few more minutes of panicked screaming (and running around), Jiyong finally somewhat calmed down. He took a big breath, exhaled and looked at his wrist, finding something new.


‘That’s a stupid thing to ask.’

Written across his left wrist was neatly imprinted this one sentence. What it was, Jiyong didn’t know.

It wasn’t a tattoo because he would remember it. And also, it appeared few moments ago (duh).

“….Imma sleep this off.”


“So, what you’re telling me, I have a soulmate and these are their first words to me?”, Jiyong questioned, not really buying it.

“Have you never heard of soulmates?”, Seungri said, smiling cockily to Jiyong, “Although these kind of things are mostly written about in fanfiction, it happens here too. Where do you think they got the idea?”

Jiyong sighed: “Okay, let’s say I believe you. Why do I have it and you guys don’t?”

This is where Taeyang cut in again: “Because, we either already met them or we don’t really need them at the moment. Getting that ‘tattoo’ basically means you’ll meet your soulmate soon.”

Daesung pouted: “But I want to meet my soulmate. Why is the universe like that?”

“Yeah, I thought you have those wor–”

“Guys, stop it.”, Jiyong ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “I think I’m gonna take a walk.”

He stood up and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

Seungri laughed: “Okay. Just have your eyes open!”

Unlike the doors that Jiyong closed.

Why would my soulmate say that to me?!

How am I supposed to like, no, love them if they’re practically saying I’m stupid?

Those were the current thoughts going through his head. He was slowly walking down the street, wearing his mask and sunglasses, aiming for the ice-cream shop down the road. He really needed something sweet right now.

The sun was blazing, even though it was winter, and the people seemed as lively as ever. Kids were running around, couples were walking hand in hand and this sentimental scenery wasn’t helping his mood.

Entering the ice-cream shop, he quietly greeted the workers and went straight to the counter. In front of him was only a mother with her child and child was really hyperactive for ice-cream it seemed, while the mother tried to calm them down.

What if they don’t like me?

“NEXT!”, a rather annoyed girl yelled, standing in front of the ice-cream maker, shaking Jiyong out of his thoughts.

He moved forward, still in a daze, not even noticing the barista looking at him curiously.

Should I ask my soulmate when I meet them? Something like…

“Is it okay to love you?”

“That’s a stupid thing to ask.”

Jiyong froze, his mind turning blank. He slowly raised his head and saw the warmest eyes he ever saw, almost melting into a puddle right there and then.

They smiled, laughing softly, their eyes becoming crescents: “What flavour would you like, soulmate?”

G-Eazy Imagine Part Two

Originally posted by psyqodelic

Part One 

Synopsis: G makes assumptions that lead to problematic fights and you deciding if it’s all worth it

Warnings: Language

Your POV

I walked for about a mile until I got service again. I called an Uber for the hundreth time in the past couple of hours to my location and waited. I wiped away residue of streaked mascara as I had stopped crying half a mile ago. There was a part of me that wished he would just text me or call me, hell, even come after me but there was nothing. I suppose I told him to never come near me again. 

I wasn’t sure where to go from here. Do I catch a flight back to LA? Do I get a car? If I went back to G and I’s apartment there was still a chance, even if it was small, that he would show up. I needed some space, as much as I did want him to come after me I don’t think it’s for the best. I want and need time alone, did he trust me? I trusted him and he was the one on the road all the time with girls throwing themselves at him!

A car pulls up in front of me and I see the Uber sticker on it and get in. 

“Where to?” The guy asks and I hesitate for a moment. 

“Uh, can you take me to the nearest car rental place?” I ask and he nods and puts it into his phone and we were off. The drive back to LA really wasn’t that bad, it just sucked it was almost 1 am. We pull up to the only car rental place that was open and I go in quickly to the front desk trailing my suitcase behind me. 

“I’d like a rental car please.” I ask and the front lady glares at me and sighs. 

“Fill out this, I’ll need to see ID.” Her tone was anything but friendly but it wasn’t my biggest problem. I take the keys to a nice Subaru and get in, admiring the interior. I toss my suitcase into the trunk and plug my phone into the car so it would charge. I find the nearest store to use the restroom and get something to eat as well as drink. I needed the caffeine for the road ahead, I tried to not keep replaying the events from earlier. I grab a few snacks and coffee before getting back onto the road. 

I couldn’t help but feel the ache in my chest, how could he have said those things. Questioning my loyalty? I would never cheat on Gerald, had he cheated on me though? He said in such a manor that it was almost like he was confessing? Questions ran through my head for the duration of the drive but I tried quieting them with music. When I would get home, I would sleep and pack my things and go. I did have the week off which was nice but I did have to write a piece and send it in. I just knew that I had to get out of that apartment, I didn’t know if Gerald would come back or if he’d get one of the guys in LA to go in and see if I was there. 

Finally get to our- the apartment, I left my suitcase in the car as I didn’t have the energy to take it up or the reason to. I had more bags upstairs that I would fill later, all I had on my mind was to sleep and forget about what happened. I shut the front door locking it and throwing myself in the cold sheets. I hadn’t realized I was on his side until his cologne filled my nose. Tears slipped from my eyes at the thought of him not being here and not just because of tour. I took off my clothes and slipped on one of his t shirts. Laying back down it only took minutes until I was fast asleep. 

Gerald’s POV

“Fuucckk…” I groan trying to lift my head to move from the sun beaming in. I felt the bed shift and suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I looked over to see a girl in the bed next to me but she was dressed. Did I sleep with her? I lightly shove at her and she wakes up. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you crashed in here.” She laughed and got up.

“We didn’t sleep together did we?” I ask and she turns around to me. 

“No, you barely could walk. Don’t think you could perform even if you wanted too. You were a real dick last night though, I mean the bottle? Really?” She crosses her arms and confusion fills my mind. 

“What did I do now?” Where was Y/N? Oh no, is that what she meant? 

“Where’s my girl? Fuck, what did I do?” I run my hands over my face and she laughs. 

“You accused her of cheating, then practically threw a bottle at her head. I wouldn’t recommend the drug combination you did last night ever again.” My heart sinks and I look for my phone and feel it in my pocket. I take it out and quickly dial her phone number and the random girl leaves. 

“Shit, please. C’mon Y/N, answer.” I plead rubbing my aching head. 

“Hi you’ve reached Y/N, can’t get to the ph-” I hang up and call her again. I call for another 5 minutes but she doesn’t answer. She wasn’t even ignoring the calls, was she hurt? Did she fly home? I had no idea. It was about 12 pm and I quickly booked a flight back to LA. I grabbed the bag I had and shoved all of my clothes into it. 

“G-Eazy, my main man!” A guy laughs and tries to high five me but I shove past him. I put my sunglasses over my eyes and kept walking out until I got into the car quickly driving to the airport. How could I do that to her? I wasn’t even sure what I said but I fucked up and I could feel that deep down. I hurt her badly. 

Your POV

I woke up and saw it was nearly 2 pm, I rub my eyes as the events of last night flood my mind. 

“Fuck…” I groan and roll over. I needed to pack things, take a shower and go. I grabbed the huge duffle bag from the top shelf in our closet and started pulling things off of the hanger. Maybe I’d go stay with a friend? Go see my mom? I’d figure it out while in the car. I jumped into the shower and put on a pair of leggings, a t shit and a denim jacket as well as a pair of booties. I let my hair air dry as I put the last things I needed in my bag.

“What am I forgetting?” I look around and land on my bed side table. A picture of G and I from a couple of months ago sat there. Our happy faces looking at one another, I go towards the table and pick up the sunglasses in front of the picture and grab my bag. I get out into the living room when I see Gerald standing there. I couldn’t believe it, how had he come back so quickly? If I had just left a litle bit earlier…

“W-What are you doing here?” I ask confused and he quickly takes off his glasses and looks at my bag behind me. 

“I came here looking for you, I don’t remember what I did but I knew it wasn’t good. I hurt you, I know that. I can feel that.” Gerald holds onto his chest and he steps closer making myself shift. 

“I don’t know who you were last night, you weren’t Gerald. You weren’t my boyfriend.” I state and his expression is full of regret and I can see that. 

“I did a lot of stuff, stuff I’m not proud of. It wasn’t me you’re right, it’s an image. You know how it is.” He shrugs and I scoff. 

“Are you kidding? Throwing a bottle at me was just your image? Just trying to impress the guys? You sat there with a girl on your lap and then accused me of cheating!” I yell as he sighs. 

“Fuck, I know. I get, I mean I got jealous. You mean so fucking much to me Y/N and I’m not the worlds best boyfriend. Clearly. I know you deserve better and I’m just waiting for the day you realize it and leave me.” Gerald admits and I turn away so he can’t see the tears. 

“I love you, whether you believe it or not. I do, and I truly know that. Please, don’t leave me.” Gerald reaches your hand and you let him take it. 

“I need you.” He continues and pulls you closer and closer. 

“You broke my heart.” I say and he holds the back of my neck so I was tightly against his chest before lifting my chin up to him. 

“And I’ll never forgive myself for it. Please, forgive me.” Gerald starts to lean in and a debate errupts through my head. 

“Okay. I forgive you.” Gerald’s lips crash onto mine, the feeling so foreign. I hadn’t seen or kissed him in months but this was worth the wait. 

“Should we fly back to Palm Springs?” G asks as he pulls away.

“No, I just want you here.” I smile and kiss his lips once more.

 We loved each other, through thick and thin.

Authors Note: Well hope you enjoyed! If you have any requests please feel free to shoot me a message! Or any feedback would be rad! Thanks so much for reading and liking Part One as well! Means so much! 

The Things She Carried

Part 8. In His Reality

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2100+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @maui137 @electricbluecas @squirrellover1967 @kazchester-fanfiction @gabavaldman @riversong-sam @lavieenlex @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @holywaterbucketchallenge @soullessbabee @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @barneybrigade @extreme-supernatural-lover @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @iliketowrite02 @stormisamystery @itschelseabennett @samdean-67 @feelmyroarrrr @mrsbatesmotel53 @ronniesanter @spnfamilystuff @msimpala67 @redeyedvixen 

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Over and Over - Part 4

Summary: Dean goes off to play death, hoping to get Sam’s soul back. But what’s Sam up to while he’s gone? 
A/N: Sometimes idk what to say in the a/n section, so I just wanna say ily guys. Also, all feedback is appreciated. <3
Beta: None this go around 
Pairing: Sam x Reader (it’s really on and off right now, these people need to get their crap together)
Warnings: Suggested violence, talk of pregnancy. 
Word Count: 2,403



Your mind went completely blank. You had to let what Cas just said run through your brain several times before you could even think about looking back up at him. Pregnant? How could you be pregnant? You just slept with Sam last night. What the hell did he mean ‘you’re pregnant’?! There’s no way. It wasn’t possible.

“I-I’m what?!” you exclaimed.

“If I’m correct, you’re a little over four weeks along.” he told you. Castiel avoided eye contact with you. He would glance over and then quickly look away; it was very obvious that he did not want to be delivering this news to you.

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mewwitch  asked:

I for one, would looooove to hear more about Seth, the accidental Goblin King.

Okay, so, it started out as an original story idea but I was trying to write five at once so it’s only half finished on my computer. Basically what happens is this:

Seth Jefferson III is a college student who works part time in medical records in the same office his dad interned in before becoming a well known doctor. Seth is trying to make it on his own, but his job does not pay a whole lot. One night he’s walking home from work (He does not have a car, his campus is in walking distance from his house) and his usual route is blocked by a bunch of rough looking dudes who look ready to start trouble. Seth takes a shortcut through an overgrown park that has seen better days. That’s where the trouble starts.

Seth steps through a fairy ring and instantly runs into problems. He’s stuck in that ring and up pops this satyr looking fella called Chicanery Black (he’s horrible, I love him) who gleefully informs him that he’s bound to that circle either for a year and a day or until he agrees to perform an impossible task. Seth sasses the satyr, which is unwise, and gets temporarily frozen in place at which point he no longer thinks he’s dreaming.

(An aside: Chicanery is out of favor with the Goblin Court and is stuck guarding rings of toadstools. Part of this is because, as he explains, “Every time a human says I don’t believe in fairies, a new goblin is born. That was all well and good for a while, but we’re seriously running out of room in the Umbralands.”)

Seth doesn’t really have any other option than to agree to the impossible task, but he has the presence of mind not to give Chicanery his name. He wakes up at home the next morning thinking it was a dream until he discovers Chicanery in the kitchen making lumpy scrambled eggs liberally doused in pepper (goblin cuisine, I suppose) with two small goblins who appear from the sink and the refrigerator. More tiny goblins keep showing up in places like the tub and the laundry hamper. Seth is up to his ears in small goblins who use a glamour when out of doors to disguise themselves as dogs.

Turns out that the impossible task is to help Chicanery overthrow the king of the goblins and take his place.
Through a series of very strange events including but not limited to:
•Meeting a banshee at a laundromat
•finding out the local librarian has the unenviable “gift” of seeing the Fair Folk
•finding a passageway to the Umbralands under the library basement and fighting through several levels of catacombs with nothing but a pistol and a frying pan

Chicanery, Seth, and their small goblin army go up against the Goblin King, who by the way is basically an underbridge-troll. Not easily defeated.
Except Seth is the one to defeat him, not Chicanery. Which makes him the new king of the goblins. Considering he has a history exam the following morning, Seth is Not Pleased.

Basically the rest of the story and any following anecdotes would involve Seth trying to balance work and school with overseeing the goblins and their very bizarre laws and homes. He’s pretty sure he at least needs to do something about the state of the roads down there.

Eventually his sister finds out about his position and tells her friend Nia. Now Nia won’t stop asking if she can wish her brother away.
“That only works on babies in striped pajamas,” he tells her, “and Rashid is 27 and wears band t-shirts.”

Love songs - Jamie Benn

Requested by anon: Hi! I don’t know if you take this kind of requests but could you an imagine of Jamie Benn + ‘Shape of you’ by Ed Sheeran (whatever it inspires you). If you don’t feel comfortable it’s ok, keep up the good work

A/N: Hello! First of all, I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been busy and I haven’t had time to write as many imagines as I’d like. I’m a huge Ed Sheeran fan and I was so excited about writing this imagine out… it didn’t turn out the way I expected it, but I hope you still like it. Thanks for requesting it!

Word count: 1217

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Fluff.

Master list

Originally posted by mattyymarts

Jamie pops open the bottle of red wine we have been saving for this occasion.

“Can’t believe we are opening it, to be honest.” He confesses and I look at him, almost offended.

“Why do you say that?” I wonder, sitting on the couch watching him.

We got the bottle in France during our trip around Europe last summer; Jamie had been crushed after Playoffs and we decided to fly away and get our heads off of it for a while. Our last stop was Paris and as a present I had bought him a bottle of wine for when he won his first Stanley Cup.

“I just never thought my name would be on the Stanley Cup.” He answers, looking at the big trophy sitting on our coffee table.

The Stars’ season has been rocky to say the least. Making it to Playoffs seemed like a wild dream at the beginning of March, but somehow they made it. Playoffs were a new start, and they went out there to win the Cup… and they did. Against all the odds and expectations, they won the Cup.

The last days have been absolutely insane, going from celebration to celebration, party after party, interview after interview. Tonight is the first night we have for ourselves… and the Cup, because the captain was the first one to get to hang up with the Cup.

“Well… I’ve always thought that your name will be there, among the best players on history.” He seems pleased with my words, because he leans in and kisses me.

“It’s a good thing that my girlfriend believes I could move the Moon if I wanted to.” He laughs and I slap his thigh.

Jamie turns around to grab the glasses for the wine, but his eyes get stuck on the Stanley Cup. I read up his mind before he can command his body to move.

“Don’t do it, Jamie. Do not do it.” I articulate and he grins, before pouring half of the bottle on the Stanley Cup.

“Champions drink from the Cup, baby.” He grabs it from the bottom and lifts it up, bringing it to his lips and drinking straight from it… and pouring half of the red liquid down his shirt.

“You are an idiot.” I mutter, getting on my feet and pouring myself a glass of wine.

He lays the trophy on the table and wraps his arms around my waist, his stained chest against my back. I roll my eyes and take a sip of wine.

“I hope you have time to take your shirt and my dress to the dry cleaner tomorrow.” I say when he rests his head on my shoulder.

“I have all the time of the world, my love.” He mutters, making me smile.

“This is nice, you know…” He gives me a confused look and I elaborate for him, “I’m just so proud of you.”

“Dance with me.” He whispers and I raise an eyebrow.

Jamie was known for being an incredible hockey player, but he couldn’t dance to save his life. Tyler is still teasing Jamie about the Stars Insider episode where they had a ‘Dancing with the Stars’ contest. Jamie came up last.

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that.” He complains and I chuckle, turning around in his arms and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Alright, let’s dance.” I whisper and he smiles big before kissing me.

Jamie knows how much I love music, so he had installed a sound system around the house for my birthday. We controlled it with our phones and we could play music around the house, from the bathroom to the backyard.

“What should we dance to?” he wonders and I laugh.

“Surprise me, Champion.” I challenge him and he pulls out his phone from his back pocket.

“I think I got it.” He says, showing me the screen. It is a playlist named ‘(y/n)’.

“You have a playlist with my name on it?” I ask stupidly, “of course he does, he is showing it to you, dummy” I scowl myself, but I don’t mouth a word.

“I’ve spent so much time on the road, sometimes I need something that reminds me of what I have at home.” He explains and I nod.

He hits play and ‘T-shirt’ by Thomas Rhett comes up. I laugh about it, letting him spin me around and pretty much being fools and having fun. Jamie grabs the bottle of wine from the table, taking a sip from it and handed it to me to do the same.

“Alright, alright…” I say, still laughing about Jamie’s moves, “what’s next?”

He pulls out his phone and hitting next. ‘Shape of you’ by Ed Sheeran starts playing and I snort.

“Are all the songs on the playlist about my body and sex and having me naked?” I ask him and he gives me an offended look.

“That’s what you think about me, sweetheart?” He answers me with another question.

“Then explain it to me, because that’s what it seems.” I reply and he shakes his head, pulling me closer to him.

“Alright… well, ‘T-shirt’ reminds me of all those times when we were going out and you would stay over. I always thought that you wearing my clothes was the only way I had to ‘claim’ you as mine” he air quotes claim and I nod, encouraging him to continue, “so I’d let you take them home and never get them back.”

“Okay… Mr. I-am-deeper-than-I-let-everyone-see.” He chuckles at his new title, “what about ‘shape of you’?”

“Have you ever listened it?” He asks and I nod, “that song is the soundtrack of the beginning of our relationship.  The way we met at that bar, I was with the guys after than big win against the Blues and you were there with your friends. The moment I saw you I knew I wanted you. We danced and the guys were chirping so much about how bad I was, but you shushed them and encourage me to keep going.”

Now, take my hand stop

Put Van the Man on the jukebox

And then we start to dance.

I look down, biting my lower lip to stop myself from crying. I knew Jamie loved me, but I didn’t know how much he treasures our memories together.

“And then you agreed to go on a date with me and everything went so wrong and we ended up in that diner waiting for a cab because my car broke down, and you ordered the biggest burger they had and I just thought ‘wow, I was born to be with this girl’. We talked about everything and nothing and then you agreed to come home with me and I just couldn’t believe that a goddess like you wanted to spend time with me…”

We talk for hours and hours

About the sweet and the sour

And how your family’s doing ok

“I want to spend all my time with you, Jamie.” I cut him off and he smiles, running his finger down my cheek and catching the happy tears falling from my eyes.

“And I want to you feel like every love song talks about us.”

Every day discovering something brand new

I’m in love with the shape of you.

My Heart's Desire (Part 2)

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Reader

Summary: A Jon Moxley AU story from his POV. Mox usually get’s what he wants but this time, the tables have turned.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: A bit of smut.

A/N: Basically I have written this a long time ago and I am contemplating if I should continue with it. Please let me know if you would like to read more of Jon Moxley.

You can find my other writings here: Masterlist

“Hey, Mox! What an honor for you to grace us with your presence today!” My boss screamed across the hall of the custom bike garage. I am employed here because of my skills and I already couldn’t be bothered.

“Hey Eddie.” I replied, walking to my workspace.

He couldn’t let me be, can he? He’s walking over to me now.

“I am watching you, alright? You can be so glad that the owner likes your work and just keeps you because of your skills. If it was me, you would have never started here. Having a wild card doesn’t mean you can only show up whenever you fell like it, ok?” He probably thinks that he’s intimidating but really, he’s not. I would crush that skull of his, if I want to.

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Volleyball- Connor McDavid

Originally posted by mcdraii

Ok so not going to lie… I’m ignoring the NHL. Ovi’s going to the Olympics, so everyone’s going! (Yes no I got the notification too, just ignoring it!) So this has a smut at the end, but I marked it so it gets a little hot, but you can read up until the divider or you can skip it! Whatever makes you comfortable! So if you don’t want to continue, up next: Sidney Crosby Mom and Dad part 4!

Warning: mentions of fights, smut under the second divider!

@astilinski24 Request: Could you do a Connor Mcdavid imagine where you secretly join a volleyball team again and you get asked to play for Canada and he gets mad you didn’t tell him and then you argue and things get heated . If you do smut maybe end with a smut


              You hadn’t expected to get this far to be honest.

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Homecoming -- Chapter 1

I’m jumping on the fanfic bandwagon! I’ve been toying with ideas on what to write for a couple weeks, but have been really struggling with putting anything into words. FINALLY, I’ve got something that I think could go somewhere! 

I know what I’m writing is gonna be multiple chapters, but at the moment I have absolutely no idea how many. I’m also not sold on the title of this fic just yet, but ‘Homecoming’ is a good enough start for now. The fic is also definitely gonna end up being smutty/nsfw, just not yet.

This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine EVER, so forgive me if the format I’ve got going right now in terms of posting isn’t the greatest! But anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy this!


Chapter 1

                 The sun glistened through the leaves, casting shadows on your windshield as you drove down the windy road. You looked at the sign on the side of the road, marking your entrance into the township of Derry. Sighing, you recalled the last time you saw that sign. It was a departure, not an arrival. Ten years had passed since you were sitting in your parents’ station wagon, the back loaded down with boxes of your things. You were about to start your freshman year at NYU, and your parents wanted to make a trip out of this farewell. You couldn’t believe it had been so long since you’d been back to Derry. Family holidays and get togethers always seemed to occur in different parts of the country. You had graduated from NYU within 5 years, and made a quaint apartment in Greenwich Village your home since then.

               Your return to Derry had been long overdue. It had finally happened because your sister was pregnant with her first child, and she insisted that you come stay with her to be there for her baby shower. You couldn’t reason with her arguments; there was no way she’d travel so close to her due date, and there wouldn’t have been enough room in your apartment for her and her husband to stay. The only solution? “Sis, please. How long has it been? Come home.” So, listening to the begging and pleading of your older sister, you came home.

               As thoughts raced through your mind, you saw out of your peripheral vision a deer come darting through the trees and into the road right in front of your car. You gasped, quickly slamming on the brakes and swerving out of the way. The tires screeched as you narrowly dodged hitting the wild animal, but you couldn’t straighten out the wheel in time. The front of your car broke through the guardrail on the side of the road, sending you down into the brush. Your foot pushing down on the brake pedal as far as it could go, you saw a tree straight ahead and knew you were going to hit. Instinctively, you locked your arms and neck and braced for impact.

               Stars blurred your vision as you drearily came to. Smoke was coming out of the front of your car that was pinned against the tree. Slowly, you unlocked your fingers from their iron grip on the steering wheel and pushed the deployed airbag out of your face. A sharp pain jolted through the side of your face, and you slowly brought a hand up. Your fingertips made gentle contact with your forehead, coating in a layer of blood. You groaned and unfastened your seatbelt, carefully turning to open the car door. Pushing it open, you turned and placed your feet on the earthy ground. Once you gained more stability, you gripped the door and pulled yourself out of the car. The muscles in your back ached as you straightened, turning to look at the front of your car. Your eyes focused on the hood, seeing the smoke and oil slowly seep out of the car.

               "Fuck,“ you whispered.

               An intense headache started pulsing through your head, radiating around the cut on your forehead. You reached down to your pocket and slowly pulled your cell phone from your jeans. Unlocking the screen, you opened the call log and started dialing your sister’s phone number when you heard a child’s laughter from behind you.

               You quickly spun around just in time to see a little boy further down the hill, running along the bank of a stream down below. You wrinkled your eyebrows as you noticed that the boy was chasing after a vibrant red balloon. An uneasy feeling fell over you as you stared at the balloon. It was floating on its own, with no breeze whatsoever guiding it. “Impossible,” you whispered quietly. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, thinking you may have been hallucinating. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes again and saw the same thing: a little boy, no older than five years old, chasing a balloon that was floating on its own at a steady pace.

               "Hey!“ You shouted. "Stop!”

               Your feet had a mind of their own as they sprang forward, making you haphazardly walk down the bush-ridden slope towards the water. You slipped your cell phone back into your pocket, freeing your hands to grab branches and tree trunks to steady your balance as you walked.  Your eyes continuously darted from the little boy to the ground beneath your feet. You’d already injured yourself and the accident; the last thing you needed was to fall and break something so far from the road.

               As you reached the edge of the stream, you looked ahead at the boy who was now a couple hundred yards away from you. The balloon started to slow its momentum, and you saw your chance.

               "Little boy! Are you lost?“

               Your voice echoed against the hills surrounding the stream. The little boys stopped briefly to look over his shoulder at you. Behind him, the balloon had stopped completely and eerily floated in place. What you saw next sent you into complete terror.

               The balloon popped, startling the little boy and causing him to face forward. In place of the balloon stood a tall, horrifying clown with bright orange hair and pale skin. You were locked in place, fear completely paralyzing you as you saw the clown lean closer to the little boy. Instantly, the little boy was lifted three feet up into the air, suspended by invisible hands at eye level of the sinister clown. The clown lunged forward, grabbing the arms of the little boy. The little boy started to scream and kick in the air, but he was no match for the death grip on his arms. Tears fell from your eyes as you saw the clown slowly open its mouth, revealing dozens of razor-sharp teeth. You couldn’t will yourself to look away as the sharp teeth latched onto the boy’s arm, spilling blood down his shorts and into the stream. 

               The boy’s screams continued, filled with immense pain and fear. Growls echoed towards you as the clown violently ripped the boy’s arm off at the elbow. Goosebumps rippled across your skin as the little boy’s screams quieted down, his head lolling forward and his legs falling still. The clown released the child, bringing his hands up to grip the limb dangling from his mouth. Slowly, the child’s body floated down, slumping lifelessly into the stream. You watched as the clown ripped flesh from them limb, blood smearing its face and the ruffles around its neck. Suddenly it stopped, and look straight ahead. Directly at you.

               Your breathing grew shallow as the clown looked at you standing at a distance. It’s glowing eyes burned, never once blinking as it stared at you. It dropped the arm from its mouth, spattering blood and water onto the filthy stained fabric of its pantaloons. The distance between you and the monster seemed to grow smaller as you the edges of your vision blurred and dimmed. Was it approaching you? Taunting you? It wasn’t moving, and neither were you, but it appeared to be getting closer to you. Whispers filled your ears as the clown smiled at you, multiple whispers of children begging for help, murmuring your name, repeating a phrase over and over… ”Come float with us.“ 

               A loud growling voice cut through the whispers in your head, stopping the breath in your lungs. ”Come to me,“ it said. 

               Right as you took a step forward, you heard a loud voice from behind you.


Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it, and please stay tuned for more!

Sweat,Salt, and The Ocean {Jin}

Pairing: JinxReader

Warning/Genre: Slight cursing, use of babygirl, smut, fluff 

Excerpt:  “You have me all types of messed up Y/N.” You were immensely confused at Jin’s statement and he caught you off guard by throwing you over his shoulder to walk towards the water. “Jin I swear to god if you throw me in the water you will die in your sleep tonight.” He knew you weren’t serious so he slapped your ass and set you on the ground giving you a second to readjust yourself.

Word Count: 1,392

Note: If you’ve made a request within the past day or 2 more than likely it will be put up. Most of them are of members I already have posted and don’t want to repeat too much of them same one. As soon as i can get at least one of each member i’ll begin posting those requests. That being said my requests are still open. i hope you guys understand!! <3 (PS: Requests that would be posted sooner would be of NAMJOON and JHOPE) 

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“Don’t kill me, please?” - Dean Ambrose

Prompt requested by @etak01.

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Dean has left for the gym before sunrise. You sometimes really admire his commitment to sports in any form. How can someone get up before sunrise and go to the gym? How crazy must one be? You have the answer because that someone is your other, better half.

You are walking towards the kitchen, still dizzy from sleep. You’re going to make coffee and start the day slowly you say to yourself. There’s no rush to be anywhere, hell you don’t even want to get dressed at all today.
When you were standing on your tip toes to take out the mug for the coffee, your hands brush at another mug and it shattered on the floor in what feels like a thousand pieces. It’s when you got on the floor to clean up the mess you made that you realized that it’s Dean’s favorite cup. The cup he has had since what seems like forever. He wouldn’t drink things out of the hundred other cups you have in your cupboard.

When you are done cleaning up, you heard Dean’s car in the driveway. Quickly you locked yourself in the master bathroom and waited for the storm to come crashing down on you.

You hear Dean’s footsteps as he made his way from the door to the kitchen. Then there was silence. After a short while you hear the footsteps picking up speed as they dash up the stair to the bedroom.

“Babe. Where are you?” Dean called out.

“I’m in the bathroom. Don’t come in, though.”

“Do you know where my mug is? I couldn’t find it.”

Your heart races and blood rushed up to your head.

“I’m sorry Dean. Don’t kill me, please?You said through the door.

“Why? What’s up?”

“I might have broken it into a thousand little pieces.” You confessed, leaning against the bathroom door.

“You did what? Why? Are you angry at me for something I did? Come out here and we can talk.”

You carefully open up the door and saw Dean sitting on the bed, waiting for you.

“It was an accident.” You explained.

“Did you know that it is a family heirloom?”
He was serious.

To know it doesn’t make the situation any better for you. You start to cry now and tell him over and over again how sorry you were.

Dean looked equally sad but you tend to forget that he is also a good actor.

“Honey, you really look like you’ve seen a dead body.” He started to laugh at you. “I was pulling your leg. It’s a mug from Walmart. I got it once when I needed something that’s mine on the road. No big deal!”

“But why was it so special to you?”
You start to dry your tears.

“I’m Dean. I don’t adapt too well to changes. Now come down for breakfast!” He shrugged and walked off.

parabatry-me-bitch  asked:

For the ship thing: Saphael

*heart eyes* THANK YOU
(I don’t know if it’s my headcanons for AU or canon, but it doesn’t matter really)

  • Gives nose/forehead kisses: Raphael gives Simon forehead kisses, Simon gives Raphael nose kisses. Raphael does this almost every time he passes busy with anything Simon. Simon does this every time he sees Raphael smiles. Amen for that. 
  • Gets jealous the most: Raphael is the queen of being jealous. And he gets jealous about EVERYONE. Clary. Izzy. Jace. Some guy asking Simon what time is it. Postman. It doesn’t matter. He is very insecure in “I know that Simon is the cutest person ever and everyone wants be near him but he’s mine” way. Simon always laughs at that and knows things because of which Raphael forgets why was he mad.
  • Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: I love the idea of Magnus dragging Raphael out sometimes and two of them getting smashed, arguing which boyfriend is better. Alec with Simon need to take care of them afterwards and sending funny pictures of their loved ones to each other.
  • Takes care of on sick days: Simon. Because he always think that, even if Raphael has normal flu, he’s going to die. And he takes it too seriously, not allowing the man to even get up without help. That’s why Raphael hates being sick. Of course, he loves when Simon takes care of him, but not in that panicked way.
  • Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: My headcanon is that in every AU Raphael LOVES sun. And loves hot weather and beaches and everything he can’t have in canon. And I believe Simon doesn’t like swimming (maybe because he can’t) and Raphael always drags him knowing too well they’ll have a lot of fun anyway. And they have, every time.
  • Gives unprompted massages: Raphael. He knows he’s good with his hands and Simon knows it even more, and every time Raphael gives him massages he forgets about entire world and can’t control himself and his voice, so Raphael likes to use this fact to shut Simon up.
  • Drives/rides shotgun: Simon. Raphael loves driving and Simon loves playing with music and air conditioning. He also can’t concentrate too much in one thing, so he needs to be occupied by something more than looking at road before him.
  • Brings the other lunch at work: They are both the same bad at remember about eating, but more Raphael remind Simon about it, like in series. Simon has sometimes worse days, when he don’t want to eat, so then Raphael needs to persuade him he needs to. And he know how to do this.
  • Has the better parental relationship: None of them. It’s only my headcanon, but I always imagine Simon’s mother being, at the same times, too controlling and not taking enough interest in Simon’s life, and his father isn’t even in his life. As we all know, even when Raphael loves his mother, she’s not the best person in the entire universe. So I don’t think any of them has healthy relationship with parents.
  • Tries to start role-playing in bed: Hm… tough one. Even if I don’t think it’s their thing, I guess Simon would want to try. And Raphael, of course, agrees with his favourite person in the entire universe. And it doesn’t end well. But they tried, right?
  • Embarrassingly drunk dancer: HAHAHA, that’s Simon one. For sure. I know Raphael knows how to dance, and drunk Raphael does this even better, but lemme tell you about Simon trying to do pirouettes while drunk. Or moonwalk. Alec and Clary has entire videos collection about SImon dancing.
  • Still cries watching Titanic: They both do, but I guess Raphael would be the one who tries to hide it, and Simon just cries in Raphael’s sleeve for entire ending. They both hate this movie. But watches it every time they can.
  • Firmly believes in couples costumes: Of course it’s Simon. And I stand by my headcanon that they’re both comic nerds, so it’s always some pairing from new superheroes movie or comic. Every time before costume party they have the same row about Raphael being like “NO I WON’T WEAR THIS” and Simon pleading (or laughing). Then Raphael always ends with “that stupid costume” and states he would never do this again. And he does, of course.
  • Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Simon is offended first time Raphael buys him something expensive on their first christmas. Simon is creative person, who loves DOING presents and loving receiving ones. Raphael never does the same misteake twice.
  • Makes the other eat breakfast: If it goes about breakfast, it’s Simon who makes Raphael eat at the morning. Raphael is always busy at the morning and sometimes just forgets about something so mundane like eating. But Simon reminds him. Every day. 
  • Remembers anniversaries: They both do. Their relationship is so important for both of them that they always remember. And, because most of the times, they comes up to the ideas on celebrating that anniversaties at the same time, they decides it’s better when they’ll choose which one will do stuff at this particular day (if you know what that means)
  • Brings up having kids: Okay. So I think Simon wants to have kids from the beginning, but he knows it’s not so simple with Raphael, so he gives this time, a lot of time, but sometime just reminds Raphael there is something like kids in the world. And one day they’re doing something together and Raphael sees one big, happy family and feels warm inside, just thinking about him and Simon being able to show some smol bby the world. So he just says “I want us to be a family with kids”. And Simon just cries from happiness. And they have kids. And they are happy. Everyone is happy. Yes.


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[Translation] 100% SKE48 vol.1 Saito Makiko x Makino Anna

This interview is interesting…no…it’s precious.

We all think that Makiko is the most appropriate to be captain of SKE but It’s actually not easy for Makiko herself. And Anna-sensei, the person who gave birth to SKE, kindly(?) advised Makiko for that. LOL

I love how Anna-sensei taught them. If it was someone else, not Anna-sensei in that day, SKE wouldn’t be like this today.

Their bond, their passion, their story…it’s so good to know and support this group.

On that day, Saito Makiko’s facial expression showed a bit of nervousness.

However, she still smiled.

That’s right, Makiko didn’t know the true meaning of this.

The confrontation with the creator who gave life to SKE48, Makino Anna, after this.

It’s the way Makiko can’t escape.

Captain Saito Makiko, the first time is the greatest challenge.

No escape match, winner determined in 90 minutes.

Beginning of fortune

- Today, we would like to invite Makiko-san who was appointed as captain in March to meet with Anna-sensei once, that’s why we arrange this interview.

CP: Thank you.

Anna-sensei: Please take care of me. Captain…you mean captain of the whole SKE48?

CP: Yes.

Anna-sensei: Oh!!

- But this new captain can’t even meet eyes with Anna-sensei *laugh*

Anna-sensei: Yeah, she doesn’t look at me at all.

CP: That’s not it. I am looking!

- Though you say that but you don’t look *laugh* So firstly, please introduce how come we have an interview this time. Captain, please.

CP: it started from 2 and a half minutes clip in Team E “Te wo tsunaginagara” stage. In DOCUMENTARY of SKE48 two years ago, there was also this scene; the scene that Anna-sensei was teaching us ‘Pinocchio Gun’

- The one that Anna-sensei yelled at (Matsui) Rena-san “your expression is too plain!” “don’t do things halfway!”, right? That scene is well-known to SKE fans.

CP: I was told that I have to say these famous lines in 2 and a half minutes clip.

- It was noon stage of May.9 last year. What you wanted to say is “you were asked to do”, right?

CP: That’s right. So, it’s not my fault.

Anna-sensei: Hahahaha

CP: I was just acting according to the script.

Anna-sensei: About this, I already knew it for long time from fans’ report in Twitter.

CP: *stunned*

Anna-sensei: I also watched the clip after that. You really did it halfway.

CP: Hahaha

- Though you were saying “Don’t do things halfway!” *laugh*

Anna-sensei: If you want to do it, you should do it exaggeratedly, make people laugh. For this, you made it looked kind of awkward.

CP: I’m sorry…

- Then, another mockery in 2 and a half minutes clip of Jun.12.

CP: it was not mockery! I just went with the flow!

Anna-sensei: Was it all staff’s thought?

CP: Yes!

Anna-sensei: For me, I thought that if it was Makiko, she would go against it for sure. “Anna-sensei said it honestly, let’s not play with it”

CP: …..*lower her head*

- Didn’t you argue?

CP: …No. I’m just realized now that I could argue…

Anna-sensei: Hahahaha

- Have you got in touch after that?

Anna-sensei: We met once in Rena’s graduation concert?

CP: Yes, we came across at backstage. I hadn’t started using Twitter at that time. I got a grasp of Anna-sensei’s reaction from internet. So, when I ran into her, I felt like “she found me…” *laugh*

 Anna-sensei: I was thinking that we might need to talk on the stage.

- The script that day was Rena-san fell during “Pinocchio Gun” and Anna-sensei came out to surprise.

Anna-sensei: That was when I saw Makiko but that was Rena’s graduation concert. If I had got even with Makiko, it would’ve looked inappropriate. Then, I came across Makiko backstage, I thought “I will settle it here”

- Wow! “settle it here” !?

Anna-sensei: I just wanted it to be a bit more interesting. *laugh*

CP: Fufufu

- You also wrote on Twitter “confront directly”

Anna-sensei: Because fans really enjoyed it.

- That’s why you wrote the solution on New Year stage “overthrow Anna!”, right?

CP: Yes. *smile*

Anna-sensei: Was there something like that?

CP: If I wrote something like “moving forward” it would be too boring. When I was thinking what I should write, I talked with Manager-san and finally decided to write that but…

Anna-sensei: But what?

CP: My hand was shaken that I almost couldn’t write it down *laugh*

- You must be afraid to really write it down.

Anna-sensei: About “overthrow Anna!”, can you explain the details how you plan to do it?

CP: *obviously inarticulate* th..this, “overthrow” is…

Anna-sensei: Um, what is it?

CP: it…is “victory”

Anna-sensei: How do you think you will gain it?

CP: er…about that…how will I gain it?

- It may not be good to know. *laugh*

CP: What I wrote was only for fun…

Anna-sensei: No, no, you must be clear. I accepted your challenge.

CP: It’s not like that. That time, I never thought that there would be an interview like this. I was just kidding, really.

Anna-sensei: I also want to try saying “I lost”

- Sensei, saying “I lost” would mean getting “overthrown”, right?

CP: Right.

- For example, if you could make Sensei feel “recently, SKE48 is superb” or “Makiko is doing a great job as captain”, would this mean “overthrow”?

Anna-sensei: That’s what I hope for.

- Moreover, if Makiko-san order “Sokutatsu Nama” (Beer brand that Makiko was chosen as presenter) and deliver to Anna-sensei’s home…

Anna-sensei: That’s how to completely “overthrow Anna” *laugh*

Why Saito Makiko?

- Next, let’s talk about Makiko’s goals and visions as captain.

CP: Of course, there are a lot.

Anna-sensei: Oh! I want to hear it.

CP: For SKE48, it’s got insecure since members graduated one after another. It’s quite complicated. Moreover, captain was changed and new system began for the first time in 2 years. I don’t know what it means that they chose me. Why not 1st gen like Jurina-san or Masana-san?

- Have you found the answer yet?

CP: I still haven’t got the clear answer but maybe, I just think too much to be in charge. Though I wanted to think “it’s just a title” but they announced in such a huge venue. It’s heavy to endure.

- seems like you are still confused. Then, what about visions?

CP: Surely, great performance is SKE48’s image. However, even though seniors have set the goal to catch up and surpass AKB48, but now it’s blurry either it’s good or bad.

- Just when did you feel it?

CP: These past 3-4 years. But, I don’t know what I should do with this blurriness. I don’t know what is the right answer. When I entered (in 2009), there was only Team S. The Team S at that time gave out professional image. It’s like “they are incredible, I wanna be great like them” I think THAT is the true SKE48.

- In other words, you want that image to be more distinctive, right?

CP: That’s right. There are tons of groups in and outside this country. Now, there are also 46 groups. Only this image that I don’t want it to fade away. Members have changed, surroundings have changed, so it’s very difficult to make it. Most members who were there at that time are left. If people say “all that has already passed” then, it can’t be helped.

- About the current SKE48, Anna-sensei, what do you think?

Anna-sensei: Not long ago, I still taught them dancing for the single. But, when lesson’s over, I didn’t talk with them much. For 1st gen, I taught them by myself since the beginning. So, they remember my words, for example, “You need to it through. If there were no other sister groups, how’d you want to compete with AKB48. The answer to this question will lead you the way” “To surpass AKB48, what do you need to do…isn’t it heading fully forward in this road?” something like that. I said these things and taught them for 2 weeks. If they wanted to be good enough to stand on stage within that short period, they needed to squeeze out their power. Anyways, that’s the only thing I could do for them. Would they still go all out? or would they still head towards the same goal after that? I couldn’t say.  

- There were only 1st gen when you teach them, right?

Anna-sensei: What I want to hear from Makiko is “How everybody wants SKE48 to be now”. To be honest, when I was watching them on TV, I couldn’t get the point at all. I’m afraid that, for people, they couldn’t tell now which is AKB48, which is SKE48. SKE48 is the group that every member built up. I really want to know how everyone thinks about it, how do you want to shape this group. The future of this group depends on this. But, I still can’t see it right now.

CP: …*listen quietly*

Anna-sensei: I wonder if you guys ever think about this.

- Makiko-san, how would you say?

CP: The ones on TV were only Senbatsu. I wasn’t there so I didn’t know how everybody thinks. Leaving TV program aside, our performance on stage is also different from the past. It may come from different motivation of each member. However, is SKE48 pride only at the theater? Everyone also thinks about it but um…

Anna-sensei: How is SKE48 at the theater?

CP: The current Team E stage is “Te wo tsunatsuginagara” I could only talk (to members) about performance, so I want to talk out all of it.

Anna-sensei: Then, everybody follows when Makiko says or everybody knows themselves well, which is it?

CP: Even when I’m not there, everybody does it well.

Anna-sensei: Then, what about in concert?

CP: In concert, there are a lot of positions and movements that we need to remember, how we should show to audience…just doing these things right is exhausting enough, especially for Kenkyusei.

Anna-sensei: That’s so? There are lots of details that need to be perfect, right? And what entity are you to SKE48?

CP: um…how should I put it?

Anna-sensei: No matter what, I think since you are chosen as captain, it must mean something to SKE48. For example, you can fulfill something that SKE48 lacks or you can lead everyone the way. If it’s like that, what do you have right now? What makes you confident that you would never lose to anyone?

CP: …*tears fall down*

Anna-sensei: For example, though you have never got into Senbatsu but you didn’t run away. You stay and continue to try your best. Or maybe, it’s your love for the group. I can’t always be watching you and can’t go to theater every day, but from what fans and you told me, I think that might be the reason you are chosen. Because no matter what position you are in, you do it without hesitation. This is the meaning of choosing you as captain.

CP: …*quiet*

- After hearing what Anna-sensei said, what do you think?

CP: …I’m not good enough to say I’m right. I’m not confident that I can be model for anyone. So, when I was chosen as captain, I was very worried. Now, I still can’t say that I understand SKE48 wholly. I also don’t know what is the right answer. But, since I got title “Captain”, I have been thinking if I was asked “What do you want to do from now on?”, I would just lightly answer something nice.

Anna-sensei: That depends on how you express yourself. The most important is that you need to show your true self. You are captain, not superman. No one chose you to be captain just because they expect that you can do everything. “Though I want to improve the group, but I don’t know what to do” just you said that is good. I’m a teacher so I could speak rulingly, but Makiko is one of the members, you couldn’t speak like that. I think everyone pays more attention to your actions than words. No matter how nice you talk, no matter members listen to you or not, if only Makiko can show them your true self, do it with all your might, show them that you do your best for the sake of this group, it will work out well. If you say “I can do it” just to be cool, it won’t reach people regardless of your facial expression. Strengths or weaknesses, just show them. The thing is will you be able to dedicate your heart and soul to it. It’s okay if you don’t feel confident. Anyone would feel worry being like you. Makiko who is always worried is gorgeous.

CP: …yes. (soft voice)  

Anna-sensei: Anyway! Don’t run away! Never do nothing just because you have no confidence. It’s because you have no confidence, you have to do something.

CP: …yes. (soft voice)

Dare to show yourself

- Many days have passed since you became captain. Have you talked with members yet?

CP: I realized that I’ve been forced myself to smile, to be friendly with everyone all along.

- Why is that?

CP: The first job since I became captain was Great East Japan earthquake memorial stage on Mar.11. We hold this stage every year. It’s quite important for us but I still felt that some members didn’t take it seriously. For example, we normally do manicure and hairdressing before stage. That’s not a problem, but on Mar.11, there were a lot more important things to do, weren’t it? Some of them didn’t realize about this. If this happened in the past, I would warn them. But I’m captain now. If I am too fussy with them, they may think “are you trying to be captain”. I was afraid that they would look at me like that. I also have script to remember that day, so I just let go. At that moment, I realized that it must be difficult for me to take care all members.

- In the end, you didn’t say what you wanted to say. You may feel useless, right?

CP: It’s a huge problem to me. I couldn’t figure out. After stage ended, I cried out at the side of the stage. My tears fell nonstop…I heard someone said “eh? Where’s Makiko?” that’s when I knew they were searching for me. But my body wouldn’t move, I sat there at the no.1 side of stage for an hour. *laugh*

- You sat there at the no.1 all along? *laugh*

CP: That time, I can profoundly feel my weakness. I was so worried that I didn’t know if works will go smoothly after that.

- Did any member know about you crying?

CP: No. If they didn’t ask staff-san, I don’t think they would know. Actually, I don’t want juniors to see me like that.

Anna-sensei: You are also a member yet you have to be responsible to lead others. It’s quite tough and lonely. I was also like that. When I was a member of SUPER MONKEY’S yet I had to teach others. To teach them, I had to perfect myself first. There were a lot of pressure. And I’m also afraid whether they will hate me. However, we have to be brave to be hated, otherwise, you can’t change anything. Nowadays, I’m also like that. Scolding others is like hurting myself at the same time. But, for having said these harsh words, isn’t it because of love?

CP: …(listen quietly)

Anna-sensei: Up until now, before entering practice room, I still have to tell myself “If these kids can grow, it’s okay if they hate me” besides, if only you show your exertion, they will understand someday. If you do it halfway, you’d better not start. Since you already decided to do, you have to do it completely. Although I’m 44 years old now, but I’m still shaken when I scold someone. But Makiko, you are only at this age, you became captain. It must be painful to scold others. Even Takamina, she also feels painful. Everybody is the same. But! No matter what, you have to do it. Even me, sometimes when I thought of something before bed, I also regret “I shouldn’t have said that”

CP: …(listen quietly)

Anna-sensei: From now, Makiko will grow little by little to be the true captain, right? You need to learn these things by yourself. You might fall, you might cry, you might be discouraged, 1 step forward 3 steps backward, but doing it again and again will help Makiko learns to be captain. It’s normal to fail at first, but you have to concentrate.

CP: …Yes.

Anna-sensei: The more you overcome difficulties, the more you grow. When Makiko dare to take captain position, your performance, your expression, the meaning of your existence in this group have all changed. Not many people got this opportunity. Even if you fail, just doing your best is enough! Even if you fall, just getting up on your feet is enough! If you already went all out but still can’t get it, that’s not your fault, it’s the people who chose you.

- That’s right because you are chosen.

Anna-sensei: Besides, if they see Makiko’s effort, there will surely be comrades who are willing to walk with you.

- There already are, right? You also went for dinner with members. Did you guys talk about the group?

CP: Um…come to think of it, maybe not. I don’t know how to talk with them about this. I’m afraid our opinions are much different…  

Anna-sensei: That’s because Makiko still haven’t show your true self. Just speak up your mind straightforward, that kid will understand. When it becomes like this, everyone would think “Makiko puts this much effort, I have to support her” Only this way that can draw more and more people to come together with you. The real fight hasn’t started yet. Everyone only communicates in general, not to get hated.

The important thing in this world

- Let’s get back to previous topic, how did you feel when they announce you as captain?

CP: …

- Looked like you were so happy that you cried.

CP: No…it’s not like that. Since Sae-san announced graduation in last December, there were expectation from every direction. Yet, I felt very deeply that I can’t take it. The moment I heard announcement, I thought “ahh it became true” my legs got weak.

- I’m sorry, seems like I misunderstood. *laugh*

Anna-sensei: However, you still don’t feel that you are captain, right? I can tell just by looking at your face today.

CP: …I’m sorry *smile*

Anna-sensei: You still haven’t reach the point that “I will do it!” Makiko, I’m telling you something, don’t think about “can or cannot”, think “will or will not” Right now, you don’t feel “I will do it!” at all. Throw the fear away, it’s okay even if you fail. You have to decide whether you will or will not do it. From my experience, if only we think “I will do it no matter what!”, you can do it. If you keep “I will do it no matter what!” in mind, but still do nothing. That’s failure. If only you overcome your mind, you can do it. When I look you in the eye, I still can’t find that determination. You haven’t looked me in the eye and said “I will change SKE48!” yet, right?

CP: …*keep her head down*

Anna-sensei: If you don’t have that kind of determination, you will be troubled. You will be in anxiety all the time.

- Then, let’s take this chance to turn on the switch. I think members and fans are by your side.

CP: Um…

Anna-sensei: Makiko, why do you keep being reluctant like that?

- There’s still something you keep inside and you haven’t spoken up yet, right? This is the chance.

Anna-sensei: you are thinking of graduation? Is that it?

CP: I “thought” about it. I wonder how long can I be SKE48. It’s always in my head.

Anna-sensei: Is that so? Yet, you become captain at this time, you may not be able to go all out. On the contrary, if you graduate, what do you want to do?

CP: I absolutely love singing and dancing. Though I hope to get into Senbatsu, but it doesn’t matter that much anymore. Even though I’m not sure that I can make a living after leaving SKE48, I still want to give it a shot. So, I thought that I may graduate by this year…

Anna-sensei: From what I feel when I look at you now, you are still too young to struggle outside SKE48.

CP: …

Anna-sensei: If you want to be on your own, you have to grab every opportunity. You must have motivation and courage, or else, you will fail. In this industry, although capability is important, in the very end, it’s faith. No matter what happens, you need to be optimistic. That’s what we call strength. With this thought, the current Makiko is still weak, but you’ve already got the chance to be stronger, haven’t you? Being a captain, getting to do more things, these experiences will be your asset for the next step. You may feel tired with works nowadays, it’s natural. But, there are precious things that will help you grow hiding in these works. Just like Akimoto Sayaka and Sae-chan, “even if it’s complicated, even if surroundings don’t give me favor, I still try my best” so, let’s take it as practice. No matter when Makiko decide to leave, the thing you must have from now on is not dancing skill but living a life.

CP: …*listen quietly*

Anna-sensei: The battle in entertainment world is completely different from ordinary world. So, if you think about your life after graduation, now is a good opportunity. It can’t be that you don’t go through it. In other words, if you graduate without achieving anything as captain, that’s “running away”

CP: …*cry* Yes.

Anna-sensei: It’s okay. Though you fail, it will make you stronger. Just think of it as doing for your own future! Understood?

CP: Yes.

- Experience you gain today is the way to success in the future.

Anna-sensei: Do your best!!

CP: Hahaha *smile comes back*

- Let’s proceed with what you wrote in New year’s stage “overthrow Anna!”

CP: Er…maybe, I can’t *laugh*

- Then, let me conclude Anna-sensei’s words here “Makiko, don’t do things halfway”

Anna-sensei: Hahahaha

CP: Fufufu I’m sorry.

- Makiko-san mocked the word “Don’t do things halfway” and now you got paid back like 10 times.

CP: Hahahaha

- Today is such a meaningful day *laugh* next, let me take a photo of you two…

CP: Let me fix my make-up first! *laugh* Sensei, Thank you so much for today.