#I said mad shit but he gassed it

[theblehthatbloos]

Got to work, organized some stuff, I left work for an appointment, went to the wrong clinic, rushed to the right one, got my three holes swabbed, up to date on shots, almost beat the shit out of someone, saw three dogs(very cute) walked around the neighborhood, got home, ate and now I'm about to go online.

Average Monday

[hedgehog-moss]

On the eve of planned nationwide demonstrations, I want to offer an overview of the ways the protests in France are being handled by the government so far (and if what you’ve heard is that this is over a 2 year increase in retirement age, please do take a minute to read this post to get a better idea of the context)

1. In Paris on March 21, a CRS (cop) threw a tear gas grenade in the air towards protesters (they’re supposed to throw them near the ground); the grenade landed and exploded on a protester’s head. (x)

2. Massive use of tear gas at every protest, on this vid from March 17 you can see the Place de la Concorde (largest public square in Paris) drowned in tear gas. (x)

3. In Paris on March 20, video of a CRS with a baton hitting protesters who are cowering against a wall (x)

4. CRS grabbing demonstrators in (illegal) chokeholds and dragging them by the neck (x)

5. In Strasbourg on March 21, police trapped about a hundred protesters in a narrow alleyway and tear gassed them from both ends of the alley so they couldn’t escape; an asthmatic person lost consciousness; people who lived there opened their doors and let the protesters enter their houses to get to safety. (x)

6. In Paris on March 20, a CRS shot a protester with an LBD riot gun (rubber bullets) and shouted at him “Pick up your balls now, fucker” (x) (an allusion to the several instances in recent years of protesters having testicle injuries from LBD guns - and non-protesters too, in 2015 a Muslim teenage boy lost a testicle after being shot by a cop with rubber bullets when he was shooting firecrackers in a park on July 14th / Bastille day). A few seconds later in the video another CRS tells the one who said that “careful there’s a camera”

7. In Paris on March 21, a group of 4 or 5 CRS who were dispersing demonstrators, threw a homeless man to the ground who had been shouting at them (hard to hear what he said, the first sentence is “How can you do this job?”), kicking him in the head while he was down and mocking him when he couldn’t get up, calling him a ‘fatso’ and ‘sack of shit’ (the woman you can hear at the end of the video is yelling at the CRS to help the guy get up and telling them “do you lack humanity to this point?”) (x)

8. That same day Macron gave a speech on TV in which he said “the crowd [= the protesters] has no legitimacy against the people, who express themselves through their elected representatives” even though he passed his reform without a vote from the elected representatives—and considering polls show the vast majority (>70%) of the country is against the reform, the “people” and the “crowd” are one and the same. Today (March 22) he gave another TV speech in which he compared what’s happening in France right now to the January 6 US capitol attack.

9. During today’s speech Macron also said “minimum-wage workers have never seen such an increase in purchasing power” which is a mad thing to say in the middle of a cost of living crisis, and he used the term ‘smicard’ in this sentence— the minimum wage in France is called the SMIC and smicard is a derogatory word for minimum-wage workers. He decried the “extreme, unregulated violence” of protesters but had nothing to say about the unregulated violence of his police forces, and instead stoked the fire with contemptuous language that angers people the day before a planned mass protest.

10. Hundreds of protesters (and even people who weren’t protesting but just nearby) have been arrested and taken into custody in “preventative arrests”; the vast majority were then released due to “absence of an offence.” Here’s a thread by a woman who was arrested in Paris along with 11 other women (one was a 17 year-old girl) for taking part in a peaceful protest. They spent 20 hours all in one cell, were only allowed to go to the toilet if they left the door open, were frisked and had their fingerprints and DNA samples taken. Also, in Nantes on March 14, four young women age 18-20 reported having been sexually assaulted by police during body searches while participating in a student protest.

And a thread by a 19-year-old Black student who spent 48 hours in custody last week along with 4 other people who were arrested in Paris as they were walking down the street. Lots of racist shit in this thread. He had already spent 14 hours in custody after a protest a couple of days before, and ended up being charged for refusing to have his DNA samples taken.

This article in Le Monde from yesterday (it’s in French and unfortunately paywalled) talks about people who took part in last week’s protests having been handcuffed and searched in their underwear then released free of charges the next day; a lawyer comments how this is clearly meant to discourage people from demonstrating. The article also mentions two 15 year old Austrian boys who were on a class trip to Paris and were rounded up with a group of demonstrators, so the Austrian embassy had to intervene. (Journalist mentions sarcastically “We don’t know if these high schoolers’ DNA samples were taken.”)

11. There are videos from various protests of journalists wearing the press armband being threatened, hit, or shoved to the ground by police. In Montpellier yesterday, a journalist took this photo as a CRS was pointing his rubber bullet gun at his head and another was running at him with his baton telling him “I don’t give a fuck about your press card” —the photographer managed to run away. (x)

This is all from the past ten days (and mostly from the past two days) and far from an exhaustive list, there's so much outrageous stuff happening (like the Minister of the Interior lying and saying participating in an undeclared demonstration is illegal, when it’s not) but it gives a good idea of what French democracy looks like under Macron. The above photo says it all really. And thank you to all the people who continue taking part in the protests and strikes.

[lululandd]

not even fate;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 784

warning: fluff? ish? ghost is a coward :3

note: funny thing; i met a dude that reminds me of ghost at the airport and we got onto the same plane and i got seated behind him while this fic was in the works jddhhssjj

summary: ghost wouldn’t even think of making a move on a civilian, even after fate (and his friends) pushed them together more than once.

He saw her hand hover by his bicep in his peripheral before feeling a light tap after. She was pointing at her phone, showing him a google map direction that has the track they’re waiting on. Why on God’s bloody earth would she approach a 6’3 fellow in all black—complete with a black facemask and a matching black wool cap—to ask for directions, he would never understand.

“Hi, sorry, is this the right track?” She meekly asked, if he had less honed senses he would’ve asked her to speak up, but he could hear her just fine over the hustle and bustle of the train station. He noted her neatly brushed and slightly curled hair, the makeup on her face, and the clothes she was wearing.

Would.

He nodded, “Right platform too.” He pointed at the sign a little way away.

Ghost had always scoffed at true crime for describing someone’s smile as ‘lighting up a room’ but that’s what’s he’s seeing right now. With big beautiful doe eyes to complete the set. If he was still fully Simon Riley he would’ve chatted her up, but sadly, he’s no longer.

The woman thanked him as she waited a little bit behind him. Had he known at that point in time how things would go, that night he would’ve turned the other way and go the fuck home. But he didn’t, so he stayed.

He met up with Soap and Gaz at a pizza bar—that in their opinion served undeniably the best pizza and also offered unlimited drinks—which they visited almost everytime on leave. Price was occupied with family activities and said would join them later on, which they knew largely meant he would be skipping this outing.

Noting the man sitting alone next to them checking his phone every few seconds made him thought he got stood up, until the girl from earlier showed up, looking sheepish as she made her way. Her gaze moved over to Ghost, so she waved at him, with a surprised look mixed with recognition. He nodded at her and of course Johnny immediately gassed him.

“Ooooo, who’s that el tee?” He started, nudging his upperarm with his shoulder, “Lass’ mad cute.”

“Don’t know.”

“Tae fock ya mean ya dinnae ken?” His voice a half whisper as she sat down. “She waved at yah.”

“English, Mactavish.”

“The. Fuck. You. Mean. You. Don’t. Know. She. Waved. At. You.”

“Mistook me for someone else, probably.”

“Ya nodded back.” He prodded.

“Didn’t want to be rude.”

“Ah piss off, ya shitebag.” Johnny barked, harmlessly.

Ghost couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, which drove him mad. He kept talking about himself while she just kept nodding and asking more questions, and not single time had he asked something about her. Even when the poor girl did find time to slip in information about herself—which he thought was interesting—he found a way to swerve the conversation back to himself again.

The night went slowly, with soap ordering more pizzas while upping their drinks from pints to shots, and the girl’s date still going on and on and on about himself. Ghost was glad she excused herself and politely denied a second date. He had to make sure he went the opposite way she was going before paying full attention to his friends again. Price showed up abhorrently late, clothes faintly smelling of baby powder and shit, and in his tipsy stupor Soap mentioned the girl from earlier.

“He nodded, cap! Tae da hen!”

John nodded solemnly at Soap’s ramblings and nursed his single drink, not opting for the unlimited drinks. Price had confided in him on his ongoing argument with his wife about his obsession with work, and Ghost listened intently as he took mental notes.

That would never happen to him. He couldn’t relate as he would never let anyone get close to even have such an argument.

He saw her again as he got to the station, a bag of fish and chips in hand. And as he was about to walk a little bit farther so they wouldn’t be in the same wagon, his phone buzzed three times in a row to reveal texts from Soap.

TALK

TO

HER

He froze for a moment and looked around to see where this menace of a Scot could be.

Y R U LOOKING FER ME

HENS RIGHT THERE

💀🖕

Soap’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard from where he stood, which subsequently made the girl turn around. He saw her scan the room for a little bit before her gaze landed and she smiled, making toasting motions at him with a battered fish.

Ah, fuck.

[byllsbytch]

Bill Brings Goodies

Loosely based off of Episode 41 "Shopping Madness With Bill" (Tokio Hotel TV)

Overview: While touring, Bill goes to the shops to satisfy his cravings, meanwhile there is playful banter on the bus with the other 3 boys -Tom helps himself to Bills candy.

(Fluff for the Tom girlies)

1092 words

It was only day 5 of touring around Germany with the boys and you sat on the tour bus. You guys were departing Hamburg after having a great night with the concert and afterparty. You guys were off towards Bremen, it was only a 2hr drive - not like the past trips you guys just made. You sat between Georg and Gustav still hungover from last nights shenanigans holding your head in your hands. Gustav sat there drumming into your thigh like a zombie, fixated on the floor. 

"Alright Motherfuckers!" Bill sang ripping off his glasses and flinging open the door to his room, Gustav flinched and stopped drumming on you leg - startled at Bill's presence 

"There's a supermarket nearby, you guys after anything, I really want an omelette or eggs for breakfast." 

You lifted you head and looked at Bill who's eyes were evident of last night. He had quite the bit of energy to say he wasn't a morning person, oh wait, it wasn't morning you realised, it was 6pm! 

"I'll come, don't know how you're gonna get an omelette from the supermarket though" you say struggling to lift your body from the chair "Scheisse" you mumble under your breath, a word you'd just learnt from the boys. 

Bill rolled his eyes "I'll cook it here, I'm gonna buy eggs."

"Yeah no not happening" said Georg, "Last time you used the stove in here your nearly gassed everyone out and set the bus on fire." 

Bill flung his head back sighing loudly. He then stomped over to Gustav and got on his knees begging. 

"Can you pretty please make me an omelette Gustav?" He sooked. Gustav looked at him suspiciously.

"Please Gustav, you're the best cook here." Gustav thought for a extra second then shook his head too scared to say the actual word no. 

Bill jumped up on his feet and crossed his arms, sucking in his lips and at that blinked a long blink. 

Everyone who sat in the same cabin - staff and band members braced themselves for Bill's wraith but instead he simply turned on one foot and helped himself out the door. 

He slammed the door behind him and Tom came out of his room 

"Why the noise?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes. 

"Gustav wouldn't make Bill a omelette." Georg replied.

"Ayi' He said " Where were you Y/N?" He asked focused on you, still half asleep.

"I left so I didn't wake you, once I wake up I can't get back to sleep." 

"Ugh nein!" He replied flicking his hand. "You won't wake this beast." He grinned. 

"Well she appeared to have done so the other night" Gustav scoffs turning his head between you both. You felt you face grow hot. 

"Oh," was all you could say.

"Oh" Gustav and Georg mocked 

"Sorry, you know we cant help it." Tom Boasted shrugging his shoulders.

"Anyways, spewing we missed our morning cuddles though" Tom said.

"I'm sorry like I said I didn't want to wake you" 

"Well that's fine we'll have to make up for cuddle time later" he winked.

"And don't worry about sitting out here all cold and near these weirdos just because you don't want to wake me up, trust me you won't - you should know this by now" 

You sighed shaking your head sarcastically "Awe the shit I do for you."

-

A little while later, Bill came back in with his shopping basket. "So, I got some strong toilet paper for you Georg, skittles for Tom, smellies for the toilet and oh - look all this American candy just pumped with chemicals oh so colourful."

You smiled at Bill's haul, " Bill is like a mother - he bought something for everyone"

"How are you getting American candy?" Georg questioned " I mean since were obviously in Germany and all."

"Oh there's some international store down the road." Bill replied his focus still fixated on all the goodies in the bag.

"Well thanks Bill, for my strong toilet paper." Georg said holding up the 20 rolls.

"Yeah I got the strong ones instead of the soft toilet paper just for your monster shits." he smiled then dove his face back into the bags.

"Thankyou for being so appreciative unlike these bitches."

Gustav walked out the bathroom and sped past everyone smearing his finger under bills nose as he ran. 

"Where's your eggs?" he mocked 

"Ahhh fuck you!" he cried reaching for his nose trying to immediately wipe off the smell.

Tom and Georg laughed as Gustav locked himself in the room; Bill unable to get him. 

Tom then reached into Bill's goodie bag from the shops and grabbed out his skittles and something else shoving it in his pocket. A packet of "strawberry rings' fell out onto the floor and tom picked up the lollies inspecting them.

He took a seat and opened up the gummy rings staring at them intently. You focused on him and he continued to stare curiously at the gummies bringing one to his mouth, he stuck his tongue into the ring and started going to town on it - not realising your eyes, he sat stuck on the same ring sticking his tongue in and out of the candy.

You found yourself with a confused look on your face and looked around to see if anyone else was watching his behaviour. He eventually shoved the whole thing in his mouth and licked the corners of his mouth, removing all the stickiness from the lolly. He then proceeded to pick another ring out of the bag and put his fingers on the inside of the ring stretching it as far as he could and then placed it over his crotch. 

"You are not using that as a cock ring" Bill declared rolling his eyes, at which tom shot his head up and looked Bill straight in the eye, quickly shoving the gummy in his mouth.

"Nein!" He shook his head "nein, nein" he put his head down trying to hide his grin. 

He then moved his eyes back at bill's in embarrassment because he knew what he was doing then eventually fully lifted his head and shot his eyes towards me. 

He put his hand in his pocket "Do you want a kiss?" he asked

"Not really, not after seeing what you did to that poor strawberry ring" you playfully lied, you were always down for one of Tom's kisses.

"Oh - oh well your loss" he smirks pulling out Hershey kisses. 

You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Ugh come here!" you say pulling him by his baggy shirt planting a kiss on the charming boy's lips.

A/N: AHHHH!!! First little story thing idk what to call it on my tumblr page... How'd I go? Feel free to send requests!

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Lingering Hug

It was during a moment to yourselves and it lasted a little longer than expected.

The Riddler: He had lost to batman and barely got away from him. Now he had to stay hidden. You knelt before him. "You are the smartest man I know, Edward Nygma...and I can't bare to see you like this." You said to him quietly. You took his hands. "Look at me." You said softly. He turned his stare to you. The broken man before you made your heart tug. You sighed before pulling him into a tight hug, forcing him to lean down.

Scarecrow: The last person on this earth you expected to help you was Jonathan Crane. He had gassed your attackers and regardless of the risks, in your moment of relief, you pounced on him. Hugging him tightly and thanking him profusely. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the sudden contact until he realised you weren't going to recoil in disgust. Then he was at a loss of what to do. "Thank you." You said again as a tear ran down your face. He waited for you to release him but you didn't and so slowly, steadily, he held you in return.

Two-Face: You're worried for him. "We leave in ten!" He snapped his fingers, his henchmen running around like headless chickens to prepare. You on the other hand stayed and stared him down. Anxiety in your chest. He waited for you to say something. "I just..." You trailed off with a sigh. "Are you worried about me, gorgeous?" Harvey smirked. "Would that be so crazy?" You replied. His hand lifted and tilted your chin up at him. "No. It wouldn't." The two of you stared at each other, tension building before you finally huffed and pulled him into your arms. He felt the way you squeezed him and couldn't help but wish you'd never let go.

Black Mask: It was the end of a rather exhausting work day. He was stressed and you sensed it. Rumour had it that you were his favourite employee. You pulled him in for a hug. Hands flat against his back so he wouldn't think you were trying to hurt him. That had become a force of habit. At first he remained rigid. "You did good today." You assured him. "Today was shit but you were brilliant. I didn't want to leave tonight without telling you." Roman's arms wrapped around you into a tight hug. "Thanks, doll."

Mad Hatter: "You've got ten minutes to say goodbye." Batman had grumbled to you. The man in the interview room opposite you had no idea where he was going. He couldnt have. He wouldnt have been so happy if he had known. This was one of the times Jervis was being sent to Arkham but didn't seem very coherent. He didn't seem to know what was happening at all. Even when you faced him, you couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye and risk his distress. Ten minutes came and went and just as the door opened, you rushed around the table and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "I'll miss you." You mumbled against his shoulder. "Never a fairer word said, (Y/N)." He cooed. "I'll be back in a moment!" He said cheerfully. Batman hauled him to a stand. "Walk with me." He muttered to Jervis but Jervis didn't break the hold, holding onto you a little longer until he was pried from you.

[nightswithkookmin]

A LITTLE LIL NAS METAPHOR COS I'M GASSED UP FOR REAL

Sometimes I try to mind my business and let shit go but really all I want to do is throw rocks at som of yall.

This is Lil Nas X. Iconic beautiful SLAY.

Certainly he made a choice to go out on the carpet because he's bold and he doesn't give a fuck what people think about him. Right?

Now of course it got most conservatives raging mad while others thought he is iconic- Just like Jungkook's Dorothy Explore moment at the premiere.

Yet there are those of us who saw that Lil Nas moment and immediately thought it was hilarious he pulled that stunt and went ahead and made memes of him- memes he willingly participated in- right?

Now supposing Lil Nas got all flustered on the stage and started giggling and acting coy, shy and I came out here as a Nas Stan and said well he's PROBABLY shy because he's conscious of all that air blowing through his ass cos his Naked bum in a room full of judgemental eyes- would that be shaming him?

How do you go from A to Z. How do you draw that conclusion. Makes no fucken sense to me.

If you don't like me making memes out of BTS and joking about them- IT'S A YOU PROBLEM.

It's only offensive if it's ill intended or makes the boys themselves uncomfortable. But I promise you, there's nothing I say here that I can't say to them in the face. I promise you- may be not the part I ship them that's wild but still.

And the tuktukker syndrome some of yall have- yall need to fucking stop. It's ew. Gross and disgusting. When you make assumptions about people and they tell you to the contrary you don't go telling them they lying mother fucker stop. It's unhealthy and immature.

It's how these empty headed hooligans keep calling JM a liar because he presents statements that contradict their delusional takes and assertions.

I take being called out pretty seriously because I'm not perfect and I don't know everything as relates to others and their culture and what not. If I am making insensitive jokes or comments about these men I do want to be corrected on it. You know? Because I would hate to be the source of their pain.

You don't know this but two years ago JM made a comment during live and from that moment I slowed down on making those in depth near psychoanalytic analysis. And when I have to do it, I try to keep it as respectful as possible.

I don't see anything wrong in correcting people. Some might be naive and ignorant or might be hurting people inadvertently. There's no need to be defensive about it.

Take the recent moments in this community where Chikoorita came under fire for defending some other account- don't know them don't care.

It was disheartening to see people go from trying to point out to them the errors of their ways to blatantly being nonbinaryphobic towards them, ridiculing them, invalidating them, and quoting Blaire White of all people as justification to call them a pronoun they preferred for Chikoorita.

I reached out to a few accounts to try to educate them on why this is problematic. Nobody knows the person behind Chikoorita's account. If they are telling you they prefer to stay "gender anonymous" there's nothing wrong in choosing to respect that.

Yall hide behind anonymous blogs all the time and each time you choose to use an anonymous Ask you are choosing not to define your gender as well. And even that, we respect you and do not assign a gender to you.

Would be weird if, we kept using a he pronoun to address an anon especially when they have pointed out they was a she or preferred not to be gendered at all.

Point I'm making is I am not above correction.

And I do take sentiments of that nature seriously.

But you better make sure it's not based on your feelings of what is right and wrong because feelings can be subjective.

Here's my feeling of your feelings

[teatitty]

Listen look I know it's 1am for me right now but I've been sitting on new Turas Realta for AGES waiting to get into how good the dialogue is in this chapter with Fionn and Diarmuid so! Under the cut as usual

Besties who are annoying together stay together <3

This is absolutely meant to be a dig at Diarmuid's incorrect reputation as a lover of many women [factually untrue lmao] but it's also not entirely wrong if you consider the love being referred to here as his love for Fionn and humanity as a whole. Also it's just very funny that this is Fionn's way of gassing his boy up

If you don't love Fionn being a menace you're WRONG and this look tells me that his jabs about Diarmuid's love being stronger than Rama's for his own wife was 100% intentional

I need FGO to give me payment because I've been saying this on my blog for literal years before this manga even started where are my credits

Unfortunately the same praises can't be given to Diarmuid's dissection, because they start off really good by acknowledging he was a victim and then immediately go "oh but he respected Grainne and despite their love starting because of a curse he fell for her anyway uwu" shut the fuck up you can't have it both ways

This part is almost directly taken from one of the Pursuit translations, except that translation was way more uhhh homoerotic, being that it was "his heart torn in two" without any further distinctions, implying he held more than just platonic feelings for Fionn. So they changed it here to get rid of the gay implications :/

BUT THIS PART IS GOOD BECAUSE YEAH FINALLY A PIECE OF FATE MEDIA THAT ACTUALLY RECOGNISES HOW CLOSE THEY WERE AND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO EACHOTHER

The first part is Fionn's inner thoughts and the second is Mash's! The boys are having fun

I still dislike how often they have Diarmuid say "my king" in this because he never fucking did that, Fionn was just Fionn to all of the Fianna, but seeing them having this much fun is good civ

And confirmation that most of this was them just fucking around for funsies

LETS GO BOYS THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE

Don't even get me fucking started on the emotions this look Fionn gives at Diarmuid's above statement I am FINE

I wish you were allowed to be super Overpowered and wipe the floor with everyone but alas you were made the antag which is still bullshit to me but whatever

He unleashes Mac an Luinn here and even in his weakened state and his Lancer class [remember that Mac an Luinn is his sword not his spear] it's still Very Fucking Strong

Diarmuid takes Rama's vishnu attack like a champion here

WHICH LEADS TO THE BEST FIONN EXPRESSION IN THE WHOLE MANGA EVEN IN THE RAWS YOU UNDERSTOOD THIS WAS HIM GETTING ANGRY AT DIARMUID'S WOUNDS

Ignoring the whole "Mash doesn't get why fighting is so honourable and important to these people" thing [I've already said my thoughts on that] this is just good Fionn panels

And Fionn's reaction to Mash's shield going up full force being a simple "I couldn't reach them" is great because he isn't even mad about it so much as he's speaking about being unable to keep his promise to Diarmuid. In the very next panel he describes Mash's phantasm as "incredibly beautiful"

My biggest issue with this manga was them setting up Fionn and Diarmuid as killing innocents and I'm so glad they didn't go that route and instead went with Fionn using his own magic to reinforce protections meaning he's not even at full magic strength during any of this fight because he's been keeping those shields up the whole time

"Let us speak vows to eachother" I've written FionnDiar fics I know these gay ass rituals by heart don't test me

[missmeowfam310]

Lee Know Knows everything

Hello, to anyone who might stumble upon this. This is something I had written for my, ex- bestfriend, and I think I want to share it to others.  English is not my first language, I in fact SUCK, but I love reading fanfiction, and I love writing for people, I know this oneshot is far from good, but I still hope anyone who reads it enjoys it.

I love lino so much and I tried to showcase it in this fic.

Summary: You met this weird boy. (yeah this pretty much is)

pairing: Lee know x reader (y/n)

genre: fluff.

Wordcount: 3.7 K

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"HEY!!! HEY!!! STOP PLEASE! SIR!"

finally the bus driver stopped when he noticed you.

"thank you" you said not looking grateful at all, after running for a whole damn 10 minutes.

"I hate this man"

you whined under your breath while trying to find a seat.

"BRO SAME HE NEVER WAITS FOR ME TO SIT DOWN BEFORE HE STARTS DRIVING AGAIN!"

you heard a voice on your left where a familiar young boy sitting next to the window.

you're not that social but he looked so cute pouting

" this bad man makes me stumble every morning as if he enjoys seeing me humiliated"

he continued, looking sad

you decided to set next to him.

" damn, stumbling in front of everyone every morning? What a way to start your day”

You surprised yourself, you’re not the type to talk this comfortably with a stranger.

"I know right? ah, it's alright, why do YOU hate him though?"

The sudden eye contact caught you off-guard.

"you have such beautiful eyes!"

you shocked the both of you with this statement, but it had to be said, sparkly, honey, and every other adjective.

His beautiful eyelashes, long enough to create a shadow on the tail of his eyes appearing as an eyeliner.

"OH! thank you I guess"

shit what is wrong with you.. he looked adorable though, smiling shyly while blinking too many times, it seems like it's his habit?

"well, this 'bad man' just made me run after the bus for a whole five minutes just because he couldn’t wait for more two minutes"

you sounded so angry.

"might as well run to the school since you’re that good at running"

Oh he’s cheeky

" I guess I should have run "

you agreed, smiling at him while acting like you're seriously considering his suggestion.

"we go to the same school right? because you look a bit familiar"

he asked you sounding a bit confident.

"yeah I guess because I feel like I've seen you before too"

"cool!" he said while gesturing a thumb up

"cool!" you replied

He’s weird, you love it

-

both of you kept the conversations going, words flow smoothly with him, you found him funny, adorable and a bit charming to be fair...

you both walked each other to your classes, " see you later" he said.

you smiled, "see you later"

you've never enjoyed somebody's company as you did today with- FUCK!! you can't believe you didn't ask him about his name! well to be frank it wasn't a usual "nice to meet you" conversation that ends ups with actually knowing the person's name.

Wow it’s your first time seeing the place so quiet and not so crowded, there was no line to wait in so you’ve got your food pretty fast, sat on a table alone because burritos before amigos!

Enjoying your meal peacefully while listening to a song your friend had recommended -which was not like anything you’d personally listen to - you turned it off looking a bit disgusted and mad because she kept gassing it, questionable taste as usual, shaking your head in disappointment.

“damn why you mad bro chill a bit”

It’s him again, now you’ve gotta ask him about his na-

“I’m lee Minho, friends call me lee know because I know everything, and that you’re Y\N, I know where you live too”

“okay that’s not creepy at all, lee know.”

You said, looking unfazed.

“Been going around asking about you all day, my efforts are totally wasted”

“and you’re disappointed cuz?”

You asked him, because he looked so done with life, even a bit mad which made you laugh.

“you’re supposed to be surprised with my amazing abilities, also, what a weird laugh, do you always make this noise with your nose?”

What did he just say?

“I-“

“I love it”

oh…

“0-okey thanks I guess lol”

“YOU PRONOUNCE LOL TO??? “

“I get roasted for it but no fucks are given”

He high-fived you with cute smile

“you have a cute smile”

You’re not that person who throws compliments so much but he makes you do that a lot.

“oh thank you dear Y\N”

He fake-giggled covering his mouth with his right hand

He received your smack on his shoulder because he’s looked like a silly rabbit, then he acted like you stabbed his arm, his extra ass started banting but as you ignored his existence, he quit his act and sat down to eat like a normal human being.

“why are you sitting alone?”

He asked with full mouth, you gave him a disgusted look

“my friend didn’t come to school today”

“you have friends??”

This mother fuc-

“OUCH IM SORRY! You take no joke huh, I bet you’re an Aries or a Capricorn, always so salty”

Speechless you were, because of course he was right, lee know knows… you heard him laughing, and his laugh brought a smile on your face.

“let me guess, you’re probably a Capricorn, you have that attitude, anger issues too, must be fun”

“if you think that I’ll be offended then you’re incredibly wrong, I am a proud Capricorn”

“yeah obviously lol”

“lemme guess, hmmmmm”

You stared at his face looking for answers, while he gave you a weird smile, you can count all of his teeth.

he seemed like cute asshole, savage, smart but silly, a Taurus? nah he’s not that naughty, or he is?

“damn is it really that hard, I’ll give you a hint, I’m lethal”

“A SCORBIO?????”

“yessssss”

“makes lot of sense to be very honest”

“what do you mean”

Opps he looked offended

“you, love yourself and its obvious”

“aren’t we all supposed to love ourselves? Look if you don’t love yourself enough, no one will love you”

He looked proud

“you talk a lot”

“I know”

“we know”

“you know”

“lee know”

 You spent your break with him, it’s a lot of Minho in one day, you need to charge a bit.

The day is finally over damn this was an exhausting one. Walking to your bus with your headphones on listening to same playlist, it startled you when someone pulled on your bag’s belt, you didn’t really appreciate it, you turned around ready to fight but it was just lee know smiling his cute little smile , you removed your earphones because you saw his lips moving but couldn’t hear shit.

“been screaming out your name for hours”

Shit

“oh sorry I’ve had my earphones on”

“yeah I figured”

You walked in silence together to the bus.

“is this our thing now?”

He asked, making no eye contact, which is rare, because he likes to stare right into the eyes, is he nervous?

“what do you mean?”

You asked confused

He had his hands inside his pockets, eyes stuck on his feet.

“oh you know, walking each other to our destinations “

you couldn’t help but laugh at his cuteness, he was shy, nervous too, which is probably why he was avoiding your eyes.

“hmm I guess? “

You said with a smile, he looked satisfied.

You continued walking to the bus, and right before you took the bus steps, he pulled you from your bag’s belt, again, you almost smacked the shit out of him, but then he took the jacket that was hanging from you bag, sneaked his arms around your waist, and tied the jacket’s sleeves around your waist. He took his time tying it perfectly, and you took yours, staring at him, the way his bangs sat on his eyelashes, you feel your body getting warmer, he feels warm too, his hair looked shiny.

You patted him on the head when he finished, mouthing a soft “thank you”

“such a good boy”

With a smirk you said, as he walked next to you trying to find a seat.

“ew shut up you’re embarrassing me”

“OH MY FRIEND IS SUCH A GOOD BOY AWWWW”

He pulled you to set in the last pair of seats before the last row while you were cracking up at how embarrassed and shy he looked, you sat on the chair still laughing, whipping your tears, and something felt off, you turned on your left to check, and he was weirdly quiet, he had his headphones on, you can hear the music, it was -twice’s feel special-

“oh so you’re a twice fan, so typical”

“…”

Now you got it, he’s mad, and ignoring you too, cool, it hasn’t been a day yet and you’ve already managed to make him mad, amazing, your only talent.

“hey”

“…..”

“heyyyyyy”

“…..”

“HEYYYYYYYYY”

People starred at your loud ass but you gave no fuck

But you hear no music now but he’s still acting like he can’t hear you.

“well, guess you don’t wanna come over to rewatch endgame”

You whispered loud enough for him to hear.

You saw with the corner of your eyes how he froze and swore under his breath so you let out a laugh but acted fast as if you didn’t.

But he looked at you and saw your small smile.

And he giggled, so you giggled too.

“I do, want to come over to rewatch endgame”

“oh I know you do”

“cool”

“cool”

smiling, he’s so cute, like a little baby, gets easily angry and with a candy it’ll be like nothing-

“if you tried to pull shits like this again imma hang you from your foot on the school’s gate”

He whispered at your ear in the sweetest voice ever, it gave you chills.

“boy chill damn “

He seriously scared you, big Scorpio energy.

But then he gave you one of the headphones side, he played breath by lee hi, it’s a long ride till home, and you were tired, the urge to put your head on his shoulder was extreme but you held it in, you kept on yawning, when he took your hand that’s next to him, pulled you a bit closer to him, and pushed your head lightly on his shoulder, while your arm is in his lap, and his arm is in yours, you held tight into it, you gave up and slept.

You were having a nice warm nap, until your nose felt itchy so you opened your left eyes to see a shadow in front of your face, you tried to clear your sight and open both of your eyes, you were blessed with Minho’s face, Minho’s smile to be specific, with his cute teeth, and his beautiful lashes. You saw his lips move but had no idea what he was saying, when the bus stopped you realized it was your stop, so you stood, gathering your stuff.

“see you tomorrow” with sleepy voice you said

You walked to the door, looking at the steps as you get down, the bus driver drove away and then you realized it’s not your stop.

Fuck.

You looked back to see the bus was far away already, but Minho was running to you from the same direction.

When he arrived, he was on the ground dying with laughter.

“-I can’t damn”

He was breathing heavily and laughing at the same time.

You stood there crossing arms waiting for him to stop his bullshit.

“you are DEFINITLY not okay, agh “

He giggled

“you done?”

You asked him is a bored tone, and no he was not, cuz once he looked at you he started laughing again, tearing up too.

So you started walking to your house which wasn’t that far from this stop, and he soon enough started walking with you.

“damn I’m thirsty as fuck” he stated

“I bet you are” you laughed at him

It is your thing, now that you think of it, he walked you everywhere.

“why are you smiling like a fool?”

Were in fact smiling like a fool, but you’d be damned to admit it

“I was not” you denied

“you definitely were”

He said sounding certain  

“whatever”

“and by the way”

He stressed

“what moisturizer are you using?”

Wha-

“why are you asking about my moisturizer what th-“

“you’re always glowing like a glazed donut, my dry ass skin would never”

“oh poor you, bae I ain’t using any moisturizer, it’s just my oily ass skin, I use a serum that’s a bit hydrating, skip moisturizer and use sunscreen afterwards”

“I don’t call that oily skin; I call that being a privilege”

He’s not normal, you doubted before but now you’re sure. (now I know, now I know)

The five minutes’ walk you were both chatting and giggling in felt like a one minute walk.

“oh, we’re here”

He said not sounding happy at all.

“c’mon in”

You invited him gesturing with your head towards the door.

“oh- no it’s okay no need to-“

“shut the fuck up and get inside lemme offer you a drink”

You walked to the door waiting for him to follow and you were sure he will.

He did.

You took off you shoes, wore the house slipper and offered him a pair too.

“so, water? Orange juice? Mango juice? Coke? Sprite? fanta-“

“damn do you have own a bar or something? Water please I don’t drink anything else”

“lmao acting all healthy while all you eat is burger king”

“what the heck? How do you know?”

“we ate lunch together stupid, and you spilled all of your secrets”

“oh right “

You shook your head at him and went to bring him a bottle of water from the kitchen.

As you were taking the bottle from the fridge, you glanced to see him looking so awkward, just standing there, which you thought was so cute and adorable but you quickly threw the thought out of the window and hurried to give him the bottle.

“thank you darling”

He said smirking at you.

“I ain’t your darling sweetie”

You smiled at each other, you both have the same sense of humor which is your conversations are never free of jokes and sarcasm.

“thank you for walking me home”

You said almost whispering cuz ew you hate saying cringy things out loud.

“I honestly got off the bus to laugh at your ass”

“yeah right, that’s why you ran all the way, to laugh at me “

“yup, exactly”

He bites his lips holding his smile, barely.

Oh no what’s happening to you…..

 It’s been two months since you and Minho became friends, you’ve been hanging out A LOT lately, more than y’all probably should, even your best friend noticed it.

You were both, your best friend and you, in the class before the break period, chatting while the teacher is answering students’ questions.

“I’m REALLY craving pizza”

You whined at her.

“let your new boyfriend buys you some”

“Minho, his name is Minho and he’s not my boyfriend”

You said, getting defensive

“yup sorry, Minho, your boyfriend-to-be”

“stop it before someone hears you”

“hear what?”

‘speak of the devil’ you thought

“hey Minho”

You friend greeted him

“hey Sara how are doing?”

“I’m fine, you?”

Why are they chatting as if they knew each other since forever? This bothered you.

“what do you want Mr.Lee knows everything?”

he’s so used to your rudeness now, nothing affects hi-

shocked by your question, he answered anyway.

“you said you wanted me to join you in your audition”

He said in a new tone that you didn’t like.

“oh right! I always need you by my side in the hardships, my brave and noble knight”

You HAD to fix your attitude because making him sad was NOT an option, you’d rather cut your arm-

“I know how much I mean to you and how much you need me-“

You take it back

“shut the fuck and let us go so I can be the first one in line, bye Sara see you later”

“bye, GOOD LUCK!”

She screamed as you both walked out of the class.

“THANK YOU”

You screamed back

You linked your arms together, yours and his.

It’s a habit now, he’s cozy and you feel so comfortable around him despite the crush.

You arrived to the hall where the audition room is, you were so nervous, shaking and breathing heavily, it was an audition to the school play, you were into acting since you’re a fake ass b-

You loved movies and shows, you loved how with a plot and a scenario, you could live another life, which is you respected actors so much, how they can showcase a whole character and live its life, and how they step out of their own personality and reality.

You were breathing so fast you feel your heartbeat going crazy, when a sudden warmth covered your hands.

It was him.

“hey hey, look at me, breath, inhale, exhale, you’ll do well, you practiced million times, just imagine it’s you and me, just as we practiced, calm down”

You’re far beyond crushing on him now, you are certain, you are deeply in love with him, you couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, he froze for two seconds but soon he wrapped his arms around you, rubbed you back, squeezed you a bit.

“you’ll do well I promise”

“thank you Minho”

You broke the hug and gave him a grateful look.

He slapped your shoulder

“LETZZGOOOOO YOU CAN DO ITTT”

He screamed in the middle of the hall gathering attention.

On other occasion you’d scold him for screaming, but right now, how could you? He’s cheering you up, embarrassing you both in the process, you couldn’t do anything but stare lovingly at him, he’s so precious.

“if I get accepted, I’ll tell you something”

You will, you’ll tell him how you feel about him, even if you don’t pass the auditions, it won’t matter because his support is enough for you.

“I’m going in, wish me luck!”

“GOOD LUCK Y/N YOU GOT THIS”

You knocked the door and got in after hearing the permission to get in.

“you’ve got the support as we can hear” your teacher said.

You laughed in embarrassment, but also in pride.

“show us what you got”

 Twenty minutes passed as Minho was waiting for you in the hall, his neck snapped to the door’s direction once he heard it, you finally got out, but he couldn’t read your face, you walked calmly to him, he opened his arms ready to comfort you but you surprised him when you held his face and kissed his left cheek.

You backed away and smiled widely at him.

“REALLY????”

He screamed looking shocked as fuck and you nodded

“YOU GOT IN??????”

“yes”

You said, feeling emotional.

And he took you in his arms lifting you while hugging you tightly.

“omg I’m so proud of you”

He said while brushing your hair with his fingers.

“stop it or I’ll cry”

You hit him on his shoulder.

“put me down now”

You told him but he’s still holding you.

“shhhhhh lemme embrace and appreciate you a bit”

Your heart is racing tt might jump out of its place.

“I have something important to tell you Minho”

He heard your serious tone and got you on your legs but he still got his hands around you.

“so,”

You started, while he was staring at you in anticipation.

“we’ve been friends for almost two months, right?”

You stated without actually really asking.

“and I-“

“two months and two days to be specific”

He added before you finish and you laughed at his usual habit of stating facts in unusual times.

“yes, friends for two months and two days, and I really found myself, like, really, you know?”

No he did not know, he was staring at you with his eyebrows raised making you even more nervous.

“go on you’re doing amazing sweetie”

He comforted you while squeezing your waist a bit to relax and continue.

“so basically, I am soooooooooo attracted to you, I really never thought that I’d-“

“oh….”

He interrupted you again but this time you weren’t sure you wanted to continue.

“….”

He kept staring at you, and you can’t read his face, it’s the face he makes when he spaces out and starts thinking, thinking in what? No one knows.

“why did you stop? Continue!”

He pulled you even closer and his expression has totally changed, to a playful one, with his cute smirk, so you smiled at him while putting your arms on his shoulders, getting cozier, the both of you.

“hmmm?”

He hummed, tilting his head to the side while smiling at you.

“the point is, I really like you, like a lot”

You finally said it, sighing because damn that was tough.

“oh y\n”

He sighed too, but with a smile.

“I’d kiss you if we weren’t in the middle of the hall-“

You cut him off by jumping to peck at his beautiful lips.

His expression was priceless, his eyes were wide and his mouth stayed at the position.

“this works too, I guess”

He giggled his cute giggle that gives you a stroke, and looked around avoiding eye contact.

“lee Minho are you SHY????” you screamed.

He shook you in his embrace acting like he’s mad and will kill you.

“but you didn’t tell me if you like me too….”

You said after realizing.

“wait- so you don’t really know?”

He said with pure shook on his face.

“know what?”

“I thought you already know that I liked you, wasn’t I being obvious?”

Oh, he likes you too…

“no, I didn’t know, I was too immersed in my own crush to notice your feelings, sorry”

You replied while playing with the hair on his neck KNOWING he’s sensitive in this area so you laughed at his reaction, he cringed with closed eyes.

“stop it”

He whined with the tinniest voice ever.

“I’d kiss the shit out of you if we weren’t in the hall-“

You said, this time, but he was the one that kissed you, deeply this time, with passion, he KISSED YOU!!!

He backed off with a satisfied expression, while you were still lost in your own feeling, you felt like your soul was leaving your body in the best way possible.

“I think we should go get our lunch before it gets crowded in the cafeteria”

You said to finally change the situation, so you linked your arms and started walking towards the cafeteria, as usual, no major changes, comfortable you were, and he’s still the same Minho.

(I hope you liked it, tell me what you think)

[megamangxtheadventure]

MAGE CHRIONCLES CHAPTER 25 CIRNO VS POMU SOPRANO

cIRNO waked up in etrini where reisen was there with eiren "are you alright we cured you and removed all the nazi sciance from your body how feel you do" asked doctor eiren and cirno sitted up

"i feel better now but i am sad i used my power to hurt friends" cirno side

reisen took out a high tech weapon case with lunar industries written on it "you need to get the prismatic rain blade to...him" she said and cirno picked up the case.

"i'm the strongest i can do this considering it doned" she said and got moving.

location-illuminati base 5.23pm

arydin izumi had come in and ron Desanta was there too with bill ciper "i see you gassed the base again we are really running out of guys if we keep gassing the high councl" said arydin

rons fingers extended like big sausafge salad fingers as he scooped up pudding with them "they where weak we must remove the weak the illuminati must be strong" said ron as he sucked his fingers to get the pudding

argdin chuckled at Ron "you have learned to mimic humans better skin walker" he smile

"back to baduiness we need to keep control since sunak is gone i have ordered jk rowling to b ecome the new leader of fascist britian as for america putin has plans in mind but we must focus on the gorefield seals and our control over gensokyo and magic" arydin said

shadiversty was eating gravy with his fingers and wearing a crown "i am happy britian is embacing old values but a woman in power that is a step too far, if i had my way afhganstan is the perfect blueprint at least the talban know how to keep the woman folk in there place a perfect model for a christan monarchy america" he laughed

bill ciper floats "we have lost our fairy nazis but i found a new type of fae weaspon using something more ruthless and they will deal with cirno."

It was then the new illuminati man comed in "i am lord goat and our soul eraser program will help us create fae weapons using gangster dna this time insted of nazi"

everyone clapped.

location-peppino spegettis pizza place

Peppino and guastivo where serving customers when bad people comed in "oh no not the god damn mafia again" he sighed but there leader had blonde hair and a blue bow IT WAS POMU RAINPUFF the fae

"wait are you not that a vtuber fae" said brick

she punched brick hard into a wall "i am no longer that weakling they injected me with gangster dna and used the soul eraser program to make me strong I AM POMU SOPRANO NOW! head of the pomu crime family!" SHE SAID and slammed peppinos head against the oven "WHERES MY FUCKING MONEY PEPPINO!!!!!!"

two fakegees where behind her one being WEEGEE WALNUTS and the other bodyguard fakegee "oh a my god you are a working with the weegees too?!" gasped gustivo

Peppino in rage picked up a bench and benched pomu soprano on the head "quickly we must a run for sweet life" and the peppino pizza crew ran with fast

Pomu gotted up and machine gunned at them "WHEN I GET YOU I WILL HAND YOU OVER TO ANDREW TATE AND YOU';LL SUFFER LIKE CATBOY SANS?"

Weegee walnuts dropkicked gustavo and brick "you want to fuck with us then lets get nuts" weegee walnuts said

"i am going to take your fucking head clean off!" pomu shouted and reloaded the machine gun.

but then cirno came down and kicked her in the face and she was wearing her Advent Cirno PLUS outfit with the tusugi sword crystal.

"you?!?!?! YOU DARE HIT A MADE FAE! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD! I WILL SHIT NUKES DOWN YOUR THROAT CIRNO FUCK YOU!" pomu fired the emtire machine gunned clip at her but cnrino flash stepped and cut the gun in half with tusugi

"i am the strongest fairy don't even weaste your time that soul eraser lord goat gived you is no power its just powered by hate" cirno said with smug

pomu got a crate and takened out a laser gatterling gun and opened fire as peppino and gus took cover "this is madness this is insaneity i cant take it" he said

cirno dodged and fired ice beams at pomu and thinked hard "i need to get the case to...him but i have to deal with pomu first" cirno thinked and spinned the blade

Cirno then focused her ice magic into the blade gutting the gatteling gun in half as it blowed up in pomus face knocking her and the two fakegees back as cirno rushed and got peppino and the others out.

after they escaped they stopped to rest "what is a happening why is pomu running the mob now?" asked peppino.

Cirno put the case down "they used the soul eraser on her and turned her into a ruthless gangster to act as an illuminati gang boss of the area but i have a plan i am to take this weapon case...to him"

peppio thumed up "then we will a help you we have a score to settle with these illuminati a bastard".

location-andrew tates bar and base

inside the base was arcade machines cigarettes alcohal and gambling as lots of kids where where being lured to corruption like the sheredder thing from the 90s turtles movie.

Andrew tate came in wearing a cape and armor "i am your father now and before, you comed to me loners and deprassed but i have gived you purpos as solders in my war as alpha males and now we will cast the weaknass, and fight a new world to build stong world with that i am proud to anouncing our new allies THE TALIBAN" saidandrew tape as men in terrorist armor and aks had come in "CAST ASIDE YOUR WEAKNESS AND PLEDGE YOUR LIVES TO THE TALBAN!" andrew laughed as the young boys bowed.

after the meeting andrew tape went to the top floor of his office looking over the city as he poured some whiskay and smiled "its all going to plan" but then he notced a man in a purple suit had com in "its you what do you want you are meant to be in section d right now" tate said.

"you do not care about the gorefield plan do you tate you only care about what you want you cared nothing for serving the darknass of higher powers but i am a true solder of evil thats why i am taking command of your sector" said william afton.

tate did the face "no no no you can't do this to me i'm an alpha male i'm based in recruited and radmailized these men! i'm based" he shouted

William afton kicked andrew tate and picked him up "no you are not based, I AM BASED!" wILLIAM afton shouted and threw andrew tate off the bulding to his demisse as he screamed " he then took the evil cape and the badge that said boss of the lost boys and put it on going into the bar and arcade

"andrew tate was too weak now i am your father and leader and we are going to gensokyo to put it under taliban rule" william afton laughed as the boys cheered but william had a more darker plan as he did not care for these people.

tb be contiunued

[061801]

Part 3: I found another reason why I’m not interested him but idk how to describe it. It’s like he completely forgets the amount of times I’ve rejected him and he comes up with a game plan as if none of that happened. Hell be like “I’m taking you out to dinner tonight so I want you to dress nice” and it’s like k… sure but then ur gunna get mad if I go cuz then I’m “using you”. Another example I guess is he wakes up in the morning and sends me shit like “ur ass is fat but ur mood swings are fatter” like k bro how did u envision that working out for you tho rly like u know I’m not interested. He sends me cute relationship memes and I literally call him out and I’m like tf u think this is? Lmfao and he’s like omg it’s just a video like I know what ur doing 😂 you make it look like we’re in a relationship as much as possible in your eyes and it makes you feel better. It’s the same shit when he squeezes my sides in public it’s like ik ur not just tryna “play around” ur tryna make everyone aware that ur “claiming me” which is annoying because im not ur fucking property. It’s like he lives in this world of delusion and when I act out of character he’s super shocked and surprised and offended and idk what to do bout that cuz it’s never been like that so idk what is going on in his head. I freaked out on him today cuz he won’t stop fucking squeezing my sides it drives me insane it makes me wanna throw up. Cuz I know he’s doing it to be all flirty and he gasses himself up by being like ya I intimately touch her body and I’ll just play it off like I’m playing around she won’t know like nah bruh ur being a creep. So I’m like stop fucking doing that and he sits there and giggles like a little fucking fan girl cuz literally in my opinion he’s like “hahaha nothing u can do” like he’s scc literally said he can do whatever he wants so I’m gunna be like omg same! Bye. Like u think I need u around when ur gunna think u can do whatever u want? And then get so confused when I’m mad and mean????? Buddddyyyy it’s sounding like a YOU problem. Pure delusion.

PS: got a random memory of me talking about another guy in general about a general conversation we had about our careers and he got all mad and called my friend gay and I just laugh cuz it’s so aggressive for no reason. It’s like a child not getting their way. “I hate u!!!” Like ok? Anyway lmao next time he tries to pull that shit I’m gunna be like oh I had no idea u knew him and he’s gunna be like “I dont” and imma be like oh ok so how are u saying that about someone u don’t know lol. I ALREADY KNOW HIS NEXT ANSWER WOULD BE “idk u just fw fags” imma be like oh ok well ur here so ur a fag and secondly anyone I associate with that just isn’t you for whatever fucking reason is a fag I’ve noticed so my bad I just hangout with fags at least you know now so u have a chance to dip incase it’s too gay around here for you

[badgalrocky]

(Heavily edited)

Oh Drake. If only you had just said “yall stop acting like I’m not over her, cause I’m over her.” and left it at that…I would believe you. I would respect it even.

But it was the I fucked “way badder bitches than you” comment for me.

It’s definitely giving BITTER.

The sex was average?

Mr if you had a twin I would still choose you?

Mr I been in love with her since childhood?

Oh she average now?

Aubrey got to lie to himself for survival!

ASAP was not waiting in the friend zone for YEARS for average my boy. And as soon as he got his moment, he shot the whole club up twice in a row to lock it down. You think he did that for average? Every man Rihanna been with still stuck on her. I mean let’s be honest. Mans professing his love since childhood for average? Don’t come out here sounding like Future, my boy.

It’s giving hurt.

It’s giving fuck boy tears.

It’s giving tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch!

The bum who wants your number and then calls you a bitch when you reject him.

Why men got to down play you when they get hurt? Like admit that you lost the one you really wanted and move on.

You calling her average? “it’s better him than me”? You just invalidated your claims of being over her.

She just had kids.

Like even your timing is suspect. You choose now to disrespect her when you could have done it back when she curved you on national television?Oh, it’s because now you know for sure that you can never get her back. At least not in the way you would have wanted her. She won’t be having your kids like you swore her whole family wanted her to. Bitter cause she took him home too.

This is just funny to me cause I been in the same situation. To the public he ain’t pressed but then in my face I’m wifey. So let me talk my shit 😝

Drake is hilarious and watch Rih not even respond or acknowledge that shit.

Mad cause he was just another nigga on the hit list and she wasn’t as hung up over him as he apparently is on her. Sounds like you the average one my boy. But all these light skin buss-it-downs done gassed you up for money.

I’m sure Rih peeped what his non-committal ass was about from jump. Mad he couldn’t finesse her. Mad she wasn’t as impressed by him. Just plain mad. But he can stay mad while Rih stay winning. (Side note: since I never cared for her dating Drake, I never knew she actually gave him a chance and then they broke up cause he cheated on her with some fans……some fans bitch! And you mad when you fucked the shit up with such disrespect on top. Wow.)

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

—*—*—*—*—*

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[topsytervy]

Wisdom Teeth ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out. Not gonna lie, this post is kind of a mess

Word Count: 1,890

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, small mention of alcohol/drinking, I think that’s it.

I’m just going to say that this is based off of my wisdom teeth experience. I didn’t get gassed or put under, my moms friend suggested me holding alcohol in my mouth cause she did that when she got hers out and it worked for her (it worked for me enough to let me sleep like the dead, and my mom kept laughing at me.

I aged JJ and the reader to 19 cause why not.

I also lowkey started thinking of JJ taking care of his kids after their wisdom teeth get pulled and thats shows in the ending. 

anyway, small shoutout to @taylathornton who got me thinking about this after she said something about JJ or Rafe taking care of the reader when they get their wisdom teeth out.

~~~~

You walked out into the waiting room, gauze on either side of your mouth, your boyfriend standing by the counter as someone gave him the same rundown they gave you post-extraction. 

JJ smiled as he saw you, not that you could see with the mask over the bottom half of his face, and pulled you into his side.

"Just remember that if you still feel pain while taking the prescription he gave you today, call back and he'll prescribe you something stronger." the lady said. 

You nodded as you shoved the sheet filled with the instructions, prescriptions, and the extra gauze they gave you into JJ's hands. JJ said a quick thank you to the lady and then directed you to the door, every penny being covered by your insurance.

Thank God.

"How do you feel, princess?" He asked, intertwining your fingers together.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You told him.

Well, attempted to tell him but the gauze in your mouth wasn't helping. The mask definitely added to muffling your voice.

JJ chuckled. "What?" He asked, unlocking the truck.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You said slower, louder, and slightly more enunciated. 

JJ helped you into the truck. "Didn't want to scare you, Y/N/N."

"I can do it myself. I wasn’t gassed or anything. Just numbed." You swatted his hand away as he went to buckle you in.

He held up his hands. "Alright. I'm sorry." 

"Besides the lady said that I was surprisingly calm during the process." You informed him as you took off your mask.

"That's good." He closed the door and walked over to the driver’s side, climbing in as he also took off his mask. "Since you were so good during the process, how about you remind me in a week to take you to Dairy Queen and we'll get you some ice cream." He suggested, leaning over the center console and brushing some hair out of your face.

"Can I get chicken tenders too?" You asked, looking at your blonde boyfriend with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

JJ let out a laugh as he started the truck and began to pull out of the parking lot. "Yeah. You can get chicken tenders too, princess."

You smiled, reaching into your mouth to readjust the blood-soaked gauze only to have JJ swat your hand away. "Don't."

"But I feel like I’m swallowing the gauze every time I go to swallow my saliva." You whined.

JJ sighed. "That’s because the roof of your mouth is swollen so it makes it difficult to swallow the saliva. Just leave the gauze where it is."

You shot JJ a look before bringing your hand to your mouth again. JJ reached over and grabbed your wrist his eyes never leaving the road.

"Y/N." He warned.

"JJ." You imitated.

"I said don't touch it." 

You took your wrist away from him and crossed your arms, looking out the window. 

"Keep that up and you won’t get dairy queen next week. I'll get myself dairy queen and you can keep eating soup and mashed potatoes." 

"You're so mean to me sometimes, J." You whispered.

"Only cause I love you and care about you, baby." He smiled, his hand going to your thigh and giving it a light squeeze. 

You uncrossed your arms and took his hand in yours. "You're so sweet."

JJ shook his head. "Flip-floppy today, huh. 3 seconds ago I was mean and now I'm sweet."

You shrugged. "You're a flip-floppy guy. You threw me off the dock once when it was chilly outside and then gave me clothes to change into not even three minutes later."

"That's called being a gentleman." He smirked. 

"No. It's called being an asshole with a heart." 

JJ snorted as he pulled into the pharmacy parking lot, pulling into a parking space before throwing the truck in park and grabbed his wallet along with your prescriptions.

"Stay here. I’ll be back." He kissed your temple before putting his mask back on, adjusting it so it was over his nose.

You shot him a thumbs-up as you pulled out your phone, taking the time to reply to Kie and Sarah who wanted to check in on you. They both offered to come over and take care of you but you told them you were fine cause you had JJ with you.

Kie immediately replied with a 'that's why we're offering.'

You let out a small giggle before sending them an 'I'm sure JJ can handle it' before locking your phone and pulling down the sun visor to look in the mirror. 

You opened your mouth and made a face as you looked at the inside of your mouth and saw the dried blood on your lips.

JJ opened the door and slid back into the driver’s seat, placing the bag with the two pill bottles in your lap. "You know, technically you’re supposed to keep pressure on the gauze for an hour so it clot and shit."

"You didn't tell me the inside of my mouth looks like it’s having its own little period. I smiled at you with my mouth looking like I took a baseball or something to the teeth." You scolded.

"Princess, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, you look like a hockey player who took a puck to the teeth." JJ laughed as he put the car in drive and made his way to the grocery store.

"JJ," you whined, not finding his comparison cute in the slightest.

"What? It's more accurate than the baseball comparison you said." 

"Stop laughing at me, J. It's not funny." 

"I'm sorry. You're just so whiney right now and it's adorable to me. Makes me want to bundle you up and hold you in my arms and protect you from all the evil in the world." JJ glanced at you. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out the window. “Y/N, don’t be like this now.”

“You’re being mean to me.” 

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are. I’m over here bleeding, preparing for the numbness to wear off and the pain to set in and you’re laughing at me.”

JJ grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Can you accept me buying you soup as my way of asking for your forgiveness?”

He stopped at a stop sign and looked over at you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. "I suppose."

He grinned as he squeezed your hand lightly. “See, you can’t stay mad at me forever, Y/N/N.”

You rolled your eyes before leaning your head against the headrest. “It’s because I need you to take care of me while I’m healing.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. As much as I love Kie and Sarah, I don’t think their cuddles can compare to yours.”

JJ nodded. “Fair enough. That’s all you need me for? Cuddles?” 

You shrugged. “We’ll see.”

****

Within two hours, you were tearing up as the numbness wore off, the pain coming in at full force. You laid on the couch in the living room of the apartment you and JJ shared, a blanket thrown over your body.

JJ walked over with a glass of water and the pills you were prescribed. “Alright, here’s your amoxicillin, and here’s your ibuprofen.” He handed you the pills as you sat up.

You popped the two pills into your mouth, taking the glass of water from your boyfriend’s hand before taking a sip and swallowing the pills. JJ took the glass from you and set it on the end table as you sniffed.

“You know what might help?” JJ asked, walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it. 

“What?”

“I know you’re not a big drinker, Y/N, but I remember Mr. Heyward telling me when I got my wisdom teeth out that, if you take vodka, whiskey, tequila, whatever, and kind of hold it in your mouth, tilting your head left and right, it’ll help with the pain. It almost renumbs it and because it’s alcohol, it also helps fight infections.” JJ explained, grabbing the bottle of vodka he had stashed away.

He grabbed a shot glass and filled it up before bringing it over to you. 

“JJ, baby, I don’t think I should be having alcohol after taking a 600 mg ibuprofen and a 500 mg amoxicillin. Besides, I’m pretty sure that’s what the amoxicillin is for anyway.” 

JJ sighed. “I know, princess, but I’m trying to help you out here. It hurts me to see you hurting.”

“And just two hours ago you were saying it was cute when I’m all whiney.” You joked.

“You are cute when you’re whiney and not in pain. Now you’re just in pain and I don’t like it.” 

You looked at JJ with a frown. “How about we just cuddle for the rest of the day? Maybe take a nap because I’m all tuckered out.” 

JJ smiled lightly, downing the shot of vodka before heading over to you and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms snaked around his neck, him holding you up by your thighs. He carried you into your bedroom, taking one of his hands and pulling back the blankets before gently setting you down and tucking you in. 

He climbed in on his side, gently pulling you into his side, putting a pillow on top of his upper arm so you weren’t resting on his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t help the pain at all.

“Comfortable, princess?” He asked.

You hummed in response, your arm draping across his stomach. 

He kissed the top of your head, brushing your hair away from your face. 

“I’m sorry in advance if I drool on you. I’m even more sorry if it’s bloody drool.” You muttered.

“It’s alright. You can drool on me whenever you want, bloody or not.”

You smiled. “And Kie and Sarah were worried about you taking care of me.”

JJ scoffed. “I always take care of you so Kie and Sarah can shove a sock in it.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, baby. I defended you and your ability to take care of me.”

“I would hope so. After all, I’m buying you Dairy Queen next week. I don’t buy Dairy Queen for anybody, you know.”

“I know.” You sighed.

It was quiet for a few minutes and you were almost asleep before JJ spoke again.

“You gotta eat your soup and mashed potatoes though or else you don’t get chicken tenders next week.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh my god, JJ. You sound like my dad when I had to go get shots.”

“That just means I’m prepared for when we have kids. The whole bribery part of parenting, in the bag.” JJ stated with a nod.

You nodded. “Alright, baby. I can’t wait to tell our kids how you knew you were ready to be a father because you told me a week after my wisdom teeth were removed, you were going to buy me chicken tenders and ice cream.”

JJ smiled. “And I can’t wait to be saying the same thing to them when they get their wisdom teeth out.”

~~~~~~

[tibby]

If you have the time can you please please please recap season 4 of riverdale. I was going to binge it on Netflix but things happen and then I saw your post about the graduation episode and HAD to watch that happen and now I’m recommitted to the cause and need to know what happened while I was gone

sure. okay so the season sadly starts with the death of fred andrews in a very sentimental and moving episode that’s kind of seperate from the rest of the show so it’s not really until episode two that things kick off. the riverteens are kind of thriving in a parentless world because milf alice was kidnapped by a cult, dilf hiram and milf hermione are in prison, milf penelope is in hiding after killing a bunch of people, milf mary is kind of just There, milf gladys went back to toledo after her drug empire failed, god knows what milf sierra and gay kevin’s straight former cop dad are off doing, and dilf fp is the sheriff but because it’s fp he’s kind of bad at it. so the riverteens are horrified when their new principal mr honey expects them to be at school on time and disapproves of them throwing school dances because students keep getting murdered at them. cheryl, who an episode prior never wanted anyone in riverdale to celebrate the 4th of july ever again because of her brother’s death, considers this an act of oppression and throws a party at her house. however, as she is keeping her brother’s mummified corpse in the basement, she gets angry when reggie tries to sneak down there. meanwhile gay kevin is trying to make amends with betty for the time he tried to have her lobotomised because of the cult led by chad michael murray. betty uses this to her advantage to find out where the cult is, teaming up with her half brother, charles (not to be confused with chic, who was only PRETENDING to be charles back in season two). archie gets munroe, his prison buddy, to attend riverdale high, and reggie is weirdly jealous about it. archie discovers that this is because reggie is being abused by his father, so they smash in his car and apparently this solves everything. jughead starts attending stonewall prep, where he meets bret weston wallis, donna sweett, joan berkeley, and jonathan. he also reunites with moose, who disappeared in mid s3 after cheryl outed him to the whole school including his homophobic dad, and then his homophobic dad dressed up as the gargoyle to try and stop moose and gay kevin hooking up in the sex bunker they stole from dilton doiley after he killed himself, but it turns out that his homophobic dad was just angry HE never got to fuck gay kevin’s straight cop dad back in the day. it was this whole thing. anyway, moose is like “i’m going by my real name, marmaduke now, so people don’t find out about my dad” but everyone does anyway and so moose mysteriously disappears again. betty finds out where the cult is (after disarming a bomb attached to her sister polly using a bobby pin) and goes to rescue her mother. milf alice reveals that chad michael murray is using the cult money to build a rocket, and his wife/fake daughter evelyn is going to drive a bus full of cultists off a cliff. the day is saved! veronica finds out that her father’s real surname is luna and decides to start going by that as an act of rebellion because he keeps leaving the prison that he owns to fuck with her after she had him arrested. archie decides to turn his gym into a community centre with munroe’s help. cheryl, who, for unknown reasons, obtained custody of polly’s twins, immediately fires the nanny that toni hired because he said there were probably rats in the walls and went into the basement. cheryl goes to make sure that the nanny didn’t interfere with her brother’s mummified corpse, and toni walks in on her stitching him up. videotapes start arriving at the homes of the riverdale residents of said homes being filmed for hours. onto halloween! toni tells cheryl they can’t have a dead body in the horse and makes her rebury jason, at which point cheryl claims she is being haunted by a doll named julian, who is supposedly possessed by the spirit of her other brother that she ate in utero, but the haunting will stop if they unbury jason. toni agrees, but the doll continues to appear in weird places, and cheryl is forced to confess that while she WAS gaslighting her before, she isn’t right now. betty bonds with charles while receiving prank phone calls from polly, who is now in a mental institution. archie and munroe try to throw a halloween party at their community centre for the troubled youths but it’s interrupted by a drug dealing gang trying to start shit in the parking lot, thus giving archie a new enemy. reggie destroys mr honey’s office for the joke but mr honey catches him and is like “you do this because your dad hits you.” jughead uncovers mysteries surrounding strange disappearances of prep students known as “the stonewall four,” and donna drugs him so she and bretjoanjonathan can lock him in a coffin overnight as a bit. meanwhile, veronica burns a man alive in her basement. archie becomes a teen vigilante for the millionth time in the series, jughead and the other stonewall stags go into the running to be the ghostwriter for the baxter brothers franchise, veronica gets her mother out of prison but then finds out that her half sister, hermosa the PI, got their father out of prison, and he is now mayor again. betty and gay kevin start an fbi training course in which betty realises the serial killer gene is a real thing and she does have it, and remembers when she killed her childhood cat. jughead finds out that his grandfather who drunk himself to death but also abandoned fp but is also just some guy ACTUALLY wrote the baxter brothers franchise and is like “i have to reveal this!” so he takes it to his english teacher mr chipping but then mr chipping jumps out of a window before anything can come of it, and jughead is horrified when the stonewall stags have no reaction. cheryl is still convinced she is being haunted by a doll and things are further complicated when her extended family shows up. her uncle discovers jason’s body in the basement, threatens to send cheryl away, and is killed by toni. speaking of death, archie is still on his vigilante shit and asks hiram for help, at which point the near dead body of the gang leader, dodger shows up wrapped in carpet outside of the community centre. betty visits chic in prison to find out more about charles, and when chic threatens to reveal where milf alice buried the man she killed back in season two, charles and fp go to dig it up again and move it somewhere else. to get her family away from her and also in the spirit of thanksgiving, cheryl makes them think that they ate her uncle. dodger’s family show up at the community centre thanksgiving for revenge and there’s almost a shoot out, but thankfully the deep fryer explodes and chaos is avoided! milf mary later suggests the deep fryer exploding was archie’s dead dad’s ghost. betty and jughead spend the weekend at stonewall prep, where they play a homoerotic game of never have i ever with bret and donna. donna says that she and mr chipping were having an affair. now it’s time for the gang to go to therapy: archie gets diagnosed with gay but is also just suffering from an insane guilt complex, betty has mommy issues, veronica has daddy issues, cheryl is being gaslit but did NOT eat her brother in utero, jughead is just some guy. jughead finds out where his abusive alcoholic grandfather has been hiding out, and meanwhile his dad gets shot. veronica decides to fight back against her father by starting a rival rum business. polly rips off a nurse’s face and betty finds out that everyone in her family has a trigger word instilled in them by the cult, so she imagines herself going back in time to STOP her child self killing her cat to learn how to control it. cheryl uncovers her gaslighter by literally gassing her house, and it’s revealed that milf penelope was living in the walls and mad that cheryl had jason’s body. cheryl reburies jason and imprisons her mother in the sex bunker. archie’s uncle shows up, just in time for football season! the riverteens are playing stonewall prep, and reggie reveals that the preppies fight dirty, just in time for them to tonya harding munroe’s knees as he is their star player. archie’s uncle gives munroe steroids so he can play anyway, and riverdale loses but munroe gets a scholarship. cheryl feuds with her new cheerleading coach and locks her in her office so she has a panic attack. hiram threatens to sue veronica for stealing his rum recipe, so she teams up with cheryl (maple syrup queen) to create a new type. jughead joins the stonewall prep secret society, the quill and skull, and reveals that he watched a homeless man die. also, the cheerleading team performs cherry bomb. betty starts feuding with bret and decides to stand off against him in a quiz show, and although she wins, she is accused of cheating and is forced to give it up. she also wanted to use this to try and get into yale because apparently “cooper” is an uncommon name and people associate it with her serial killer father. veronica and cheryl enlist milf penelope and her former brothel in a hotel to run their underground rum dealership after hiram kept fucking shit up at veronica’s speakeasy. jughead is forced to come up with new stories for his baxter brother books, and so he writes about betty’s serial killer father (uh oh!) archie tries to restart his father’s construction company but his uncle’s shenanigans make it hard and gay kevin’s straight former cop dad has HAD IT. fangs is back from cult recovery, but gay kevin has gotten into non sexual tickle porn. toni and fangs get in on this they use this to blackmail nick st clair after he returns and understandably upsets cheryl, his would be rape victim. archie is attacked in the bathrooms at school because his uncle can’t mind his own business, but this plot was fucking boring so i don’t remember most of it. jughead and bret decided to duel, because of course, and betty uses this as a chance to investigate the preppies further. she finds out that bret films sex tapes and blackmailed moose with one, and also has one of her and jughead. she also finds a video suggesting donna lied about her affair with mr chipping. veronica goes to new york to visit katy keene, played by lucy hale of fantasy island fame, who tells her that her mother is dying. veronica returns home just in time to hear that hiram has a mysterious disease and decides to make amends. jughead is accused of plagiarism, meanwhile veronica realises her father thrives off war, and continues their rum battle. archie is now drinking at school and veronica accuses mr honey of being a fascist for having a problem with it. BUT. MOST IMPORTANTLY. ALL SEASON WE HAVE BEEN TEASED WITH DEADHEAD. AND IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING. IDES OF MARCH PARTY AT STONEWALL PREP. AND BETTY BASHES JUGHEAD’S HEAD IN WITH A ROCK. betty tries to prove that the stonewall stags did it instead but donna is an insane lesbian and thrives off gaslighting and fucking with her. because jughead died, betty gets his spot at yale. the core four are accused of murder but cleared of everything. jughead has a funeral, and bret’s attempt of proving jughead isn’t in the casket are thwarted by the sweet pea, the sweetest pea in the room. hiram shows up just to fire fp as sheriff. betty kisses archie to help with her grief, and veronica ends things with them both. but donna is not convinced, and goes around stalking betty, saying she watched her sex tape and knows that betty couldn’t last so long without sex with jughead. and she is right! because lo and behold, jughead is alive and hiding in the sex bunker, despite donna’s best attempts to catch them out. donna knows they’re up to something and implies she killed jonathan when bret doubts her. betty and archie are like “yeah we only dated for the bit :/” but their texting implies it was...more. betty and jughead return to stonewall and expose the preppies, but they decide not to interview jonathan because he “has food poisoning.” or he’s dead. their other teacher kills himself, and fp reunites with his abusive father. betty discovers that donna’s grandmother was one of the people killed for the rights to the baxter brothers/tracy true franchise, and the entire scheme was a complicated revenge plot by donna to get back at their teacher for killing her grandmother. betty blackmails her with this information so donna can’t have the tracy true contract, and everything is “wrapped up” just in time for gay kevin to announce he’s doing a variety show. gay kevin’s intentions of performing hedwig are destroyed when mr honey is like “no, this is inappropriate for high schoolers,” and so the riverteens decide to band together and have everyone perform hedwig songs as an act of protest. meanwhile, betty and jughead fight because jughead didn’t do his homework because he was too busy watching the stalker vhs tapes, and veronica and archie fight because he lied about her father working out at his gym, given that hiram has tried to kill him multiple times and doesn’t really care about his health. betty and archie use this as an opportunity to kiss during origin of love. the variety show is cancelled, but the core four and gay kevin perform midnight radio on the roof, and jughead watches a stalker vhs tape of someone in a betty mask killing someone in a jughead mask. tickle porn shenanigans continue, and gay kevin is threatened over cheating his original tickle porn handler out of money. mr honey then forces them to shut the website down. cheryl leaves the rum business after her mother is threatened because of goons that were mad at hiram. hiram decides to deal with this by going after said goons. archie writes a song for betty, they explore their relationship further, but she picks jughead over him even when he says he’ll dump veronica for her. jughead discovers that ethel watched his and betty’s sex tape, and he and charles uncover blue velvet video, which houses sexy films and snuff films, and jughead is like “oh this is connected to the whole vhs stalker thing.” cheryl is sent a video of someone dressed up as her father killing someone dressed up as her brother. the riverteens turn their focus to the fact that all of them except archie and jughead have been banned from prom for various reasons, and betty suggests they kill mr honey as punishment. jughead writes an elaborate murder fantasy about them doing so, and also kills off reggie and drives cheryl insane for the bit i guess. the riverteens conclude that mr honey was behind the vhs stalker tapes and have him fired, and he tells them they’re all deranged before going to teach at stonewall prep. the school secretary tells them all the wonderful things mr honey did for the school and hands jughead a recommendation letter he wrote him for college. jughead realises they fucked up and rewrites his story so mr honey lives, but uh oh! he and betty uncover a vhs tape of their fictional murder of mr honey, much like the others.

and that’s what you missed on riverdale!

[justasimplesinner]

You thought I was done with dumb jock s/o? You fool, you absolute swine! Maybe they lose contact for a while when Johnny pursues being a professor/yeeting himself into jail and they meet again with d.j. studying at the uni. Twist, they had adhd and are using Johnny's teaching methods to get by. They are so excited, but who the hell is this Scarecrow everyone is whispering out? Jock's just here chatting about Crane without a clue on the connection.

im not sure if i understood exactly what u mean but hope this can suffice

Jon and Dumb Jock His Beloved having a reunion hcs:

there was no fucking chance for you two to meet again. you knew each other back in Georgia and then he went off to uni, and despite you trying to visit him as often as you could and putting the effort to keep in touch, he got lost in his studies and the contact died. not that he didn't miss you, because he so fucking did, and sometimes he felt so helpess without you, but... he changed. a lot. and he didn't want you to drag your ass halfway across the country just to see him for a few hours. he was in Gotham, and you were there, far far away, doing your shit. as i said, there was no chance for you to meet again, and yet, it happened. somehow, someway, the universe brought you two back together

you just started to pursue your college degree while he already had his phds, teaching experience as well as his employment contract terminated because of his "unconventional teaching methods". both of you were starting a new chapter in your lives, you in college, him in professional villainy. keyword - starting

Jon wasn't quite that (in)famous yet, but he was slowly making it to the top. The Scarecrow was known, as well as his identity, and yet somehow... you completely missed that. you were out there, trying your best, hearing from your friend's friend that your ol' buddy Crane used to work just at the Uni you studied at, and he wasn't particularly well-remembered (except for some of his old students, the ones that actually gave a shit or two about psychology). but apparently, a thing he was still praised for up to this day was his understanding of people on the autism spectrum as well as many disorders such as adhd, bpd and depression. and maybe people didn't run around firing guns in class anymore, but - after students protested intensly - things like fidget toys, chewlery and all that jazz were allowed in classrooms, and with that, the grade averages increased noticeably. and you were one of the people that such policy helped a lot

anyway, let's talk about the reunion itself, because it was so painfully random it looked like a badly scripted comedy romance - you quite literally bumped into each other on the street. besides being a supervillain, mad scientist and the self-proclaimed Master of Fear, Jon was also a human, and humans - unfortunately - do need to eat. he was out there, in a disguise, just trying to peacefully buy groceries at literally 2am in the morning, in the cover of darkness, and yet, you recognized him. he had no fucking clue how, he honestly had no fucking clue about how in the world you two managed to cross paths again either, but he couldn't he didn't feel some sort of... joy at seeing you. at having you gasp his name out loud and bulldozer your way right to him, because you remembered. you remembered him and the time you two spent together and this... "thing" that was going on between the two of you in the past. you remembered and you cared, and it's like you weren't mad at him at all for cutting all contact with you at some point, for not putting the effort he should've (and often wished did) into maintaining the relationship you two formed. it's like you were acting  clueless about his new life, not once asking him "what happened to him" or something of the kind, not once criticizing him or even mentioning

he found out quite soon you weren't just acting. you were quite literally oblivious to the fact of who he was now. apparently, you did know there was some "muppet-esque Mr Potato Head on drugs" prancing around the city, gassing people and stealing shit, but you had yet to make the connection that the "sack-wearing fetishist" was literally him. he almost forgot how... dense you could be at times

maybe your words hurt his pride a little bit, but despite all that, he didn't quite want to tell you. yeah, of course, his research was the thing he was most proud of, it was his legacy now and the only thing he wanted was to get better, reach higher, but... it was nice having you talk to him like a normal human being. treating him like your old friend, with the same kind of love and respect you harbored for him all those years ago. he couldn't deny liking the deja vu he got when he, now an adult, was invited to your house and could sit with you in your room and help you study for your exams and assignments, watching stupid movies and commenting on the horror games you played. he couldn't deny the overwhelming soaring of his heart whenever he had you back in his arms, when he felt your arms circle him and practically crush his spine with your all-consuming bear hugs. but most of all, he couldn't deny the fact that he hasn't forgotten either. hasn't forgotten what was once between the two of you nor how he missed it when you were gone

he doesn't want to hurt you though. he doesn't want to go back to being that close, because he's different now. dangerous. he didn't want you to wake up one day and realize just exactly who he is and what he's doing, how many deaths he's caused and how many fell victim to his plans. he didn't want you to hate him. he knows that one day he will have to tell you, he'd prefer you hear it from his own lips than find out on your own, but... he plans on postponing that day for as long as he can. maybe it's selfish, maybe he's fucking cruel, but... he wants to be happy again. even if just for a little while

[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 13

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings:  mentions of contract killing/murder for hire, violence, racial tension, slight angst. 

Esai’s POV

"I don't get it dad," I said as we gassed up, "Why does that Nazi fucker want to give us anything." 

"He's a greedy white guy, Esai," dad said slowly, "I don't trust it.  That's why I'm bringing you along.  As a VP you gotta learn this shit.  Gotta be able to watch out for it." 

"What if something happens though and it's a trap?" I asked, "then they got both the pres and vice." 

"Your uncle knows what to do if anything goes wrong.  If we don't show back up tonight, he's gonna ring the alarms.  Santo Padre has us covered." 

"And Rizario?" 

"Your son is fine with my wife," he sighed, "you know that mijo." 

"If anything happens, is she okay with handing him over to Gemma?" 

"I don't want to talk about this right now," he said, throwing his helmet on, "come on.  We're gonna be late." 

We mounted our bikes and made quick work of getting to the park outside of Pope.

"Wait here," dad muttered as we got to the bottom of the hill, “stay back and let me make sure it’s alright…yeah?” 

"I thought we agreed to meet alone!" 

"My son Esai. I don't travel far from home without family." 

They started to lower their voices and I couldn't hear too much about what they were saying.  Sounded like that white mother fucker was talking some mad shit to my dad about the niners though.

That's when I saw him pull out a manilla folder.  He threw some pictures out, and I was hoping it wasn't from earlier this month when I'd spoken to Gemma about Rizario.  

I could see dad shake his head. 

Shit.  

A million things ran through my mind.  What if this is the day dad finds out that I really did change my will and I wasn't joking.  What if he views that as me betraying the family?  What would I do?  I was snapped from my thoughts when I saw Darby get up.  Dad stopped him and rose on his own feet.  

"Do it quick before they catch on." 

He finished his beer and chucked the can to the ground.  He started walking away so I figured it's safe to walk over.  When he crossed in front of me, he began to spit some of his beer out. 

Fucking pig.  

"What he want?" 

"Gotta put down a couple of dogs," he growled, glaring at the guy, "making my life miserable." 

"Let me and my boys do it," I said quickly, “we got this, pops.”

"You think you can handle the weight?" 

I nodded, "just tell me who." 

"Samcro boss," dad said slowly.  Then he nodded towards Darby who was getting in his car, "and that greedy cracker shithead." 

"I can do it." 

Dad nodded, "good.  Have your boys drive down.  2 cars.  Send an extra guy to drive your bike back up with me.  Tell your uncle to hang around for some beers.  I'll be waiting up at the clubhouse." 

"So, what did he wanna do?" 

"Gave me the info for the sons supplier.  Said he wants me to take over.  Just gotta take them out." 

"But you're having me take him out too!" 

Dad nodded, "he doesn't respect us, son.  You can never have a working relationship if your partners don't respect you.  And I’d rather it be him than us." 

"So, we're taking him out?" 

"Take the envelope.  Bring it back to the clubhouse.  Then we'll go over the plan after that.  Okay?"

I nodded and pulled out my phone, texting the guys to come down.  

"Esai?" 

"Yeah dad?" 

"Are you able to do this?" he asked, "I know Clay's your father-in-law.  He's technically family to you." 

"I can do it," I said, feeling hollow, "club comes first." 

"You know if you do this, there is no turning back son." 

I nodded, "I know dad." 

Juice’s POV

"So where are we with McKeevy's cash?" Jax asked, looking around the table.  

Clay sighed, "called in every marker we had.  Picked up another 40 grand." 

"Bobby got that gig up in Laughlin," Tig said, joining in, "the owner fronted him the pay already, so here's 5 grand more for the pot." 

"We got 130." 

I looked around the room, before down at my phone.  Mandy had been sending me pictures to distract me all day.  

God damn, that woman.  

"McKeevy heads back to Ireland tomorrow," Chibs added in, "he's gonna need his whole 200 k by tonight." 

"We got one more place left to go," Clay sighed, "the porn queen." 

"Otto's old lady?" 

Clay nodded, "Gemma said Luann is picking up two g's a week just from ad revenue on her web site." 

"Yeah," I nodded, shoving my phone in my pocket.  It buzzed against my crotch.  I tried to focus on the task at hand, "factor in membership fees, downloads--she's making three times that much." 

"We should have Gemma talk to Luann," Jax replied shortly, "they're tight.  It'll keep us clear of it." 

"Makes sense." 

"Alright," Jax smiled, "well I'm going to Saint Thomas anyways.  I'll talk to mom.  Kid gets out of the toaster today." 

"You get to hold your son?" 

He nodded and everyone began shaking his hand. 

"That's great Jackie boy, congrats." 

"Seriously," I added in, smiling at him.  I was happy for Jax.  After everything he'd been through with Wendy, and now the whole Tara coming back into the picture.  He deserved some good news. 

"At least we know one good things gonna happen today," Clay laughed.  Jax began to head out, and the guys got up to leave, "later tonight, you're on repo duty with the prospect." 

"Alright," I said with a nod, "it okay if I go home real quick and change?" 

"You don't got clothes here?" 

"Mandy is using my washer and dryer, remember?" I asked, "said that Gemma didn't buy a new one for your place." 

"Shit," Clay growled, "that's right. Well tell her to stop by the clubhouse after she gets done.  Okay?  I’ll make sure that she and Gemma have the funds to get a new one tomorrow." 

I nodded and made my way to my bike.  The prospect was hot on my trail, "Juice.  JUICE!" 

"What?" 

"Clay said we're working together tonight, where you goin?" 

"Gotta run home real quick.  Do me a favor?  Cover for me if I'm not back in like half an hour?  I gotta talk to Mandy"

He nodded, "you gonna tap that, man?" 

I wish.

I could see Gemma's amused expression as she watched from the doorway, but Clay looked less than impressed.  

My smile faded from my face, "she's a minor you god damned pervert."

"Shit-I didn't me-" 

"Shut up prospect," I growled pushing away from me lightly, jamming my helmet on my head and turning the bike over, “get a fucking grip and have some respect.”

I could hear him apologizing as I drove off the lot. 

One of these days I'm gonna be in over my damn head with this fuckery.  The drive to my house was quick.  When I pulled up out front, I could see Mandy parked in the driveway.  There was music playing.  I could hear it from outside.  

I opened the door and laughed when I saw her dancing around in the living room, folding my laundry.  

"You didn't have to do that." I said with a chuckle.  She jumped and shut off the music, clutching her chest. 

"Oh my god, Juan Carlos," she giggled, "don't scare me like that."  

I made my way over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, "I missed you.  You weren't at the clubhouse when I woke up."

"I left you the note," she smiled, "anyways, I told Gemma where I was going which is why she had me do their laundry too." 

I shook my head at her.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, "I missed this." 

"Don't go thinking that because we're back together I'm not mad at you still," she said in a fake huff.  I smiled and her fingers began to trace the tattoos on my head, "you have a lot of making it up to me." 

"Oh I'm sure I'll be making it up all my life," I laughed.  She sucked in her cheeks and pushed me onto the couch, "what was that for?" 

"I was thinking that maybe I should make it up to you for leaving this morning," she said in a sultry voice.  She straddled me, and I felt myself getting hard, “you know…if you want me to.”

"Oh, that wasn't what you've been sending me all morning?" I asked, referring to the numerous selfies she'd sent that were not safe for work. 

"mmm no," she said.  She kissed me softly, before working her way up my jaw.  I could feel her hands reaching for my jeans.  I didn't stop her as she pulled my shirt off and began kissing down my chest.

"fuck," I whispered in a moan.  She pulled my jeans and boxers off in one fail swoop...and I'd be damned if I stopped her when she took me in her mouth, "Mandy." 

Jax’s POV

"Hey, do you know where mom is?" she asked. I looked up to the open door and saw Mikey standing there.

I shook my head, "she might be at the station. Or with your grandma."

She nodded and almost walked away, but something stopped her.

"You okay, Mikey?"

She opened her mouth a few times, but closed it, walking off down the hall. I sighed to myself and lit up another cigarette before pulling out JT's manuscript.

"Mom has one of those."

I looked back at my door where Mikey had reappeared. Only this time, she'd closed the door and was leaning against it.

"You know what this is?"

She nodded, "grandpa JT wrote it. Before I was born. Right?"

This time it was my turn to nod, "yeah."

"Grandpa JT was smart."

"You've read it?"

"Once or twice," she said with a sigh, "I was about 11 the first time I snuck it away from moms’ closet. I wanted to know more about grandpa JT."

"Does your mom know?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "she knows that I know about it, but not what he wrote."

"Come here kiddo," I said, opening my arms. She hesitantly moved from the door. She sat down on the bed, then relaxed into my arms, "can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"What do you make of all this?"

"What grandpa JT said?"

I nodded.

She took the manuscript from me and flipped to a page, "read from here."

I nodded, and wrapped my arms around my daughter, then focused on the page, "Einstein said that any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. But it takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage to move something in the opposite direction. I'm realizing that my touch of genius and my touch of courage are coming too little, too late. And I fear that for Samcro their may be no opposite direction."

She wrapped her arms around me, and I stopped reading, laying the manuscript on my thigh, "that's what I think!"

"You think we're doomed?"

"I think that in order to create something in the opposite direction, you'll have to have a lot of courage dad..."

I nodded, thoughtfully, "Mikey..." 

"yeah?" 

"Do you hate me for being a terrible father to you?"

"I used to," she whispered, "I used to be really angry with you. Especially after Cain was born...but da-Chibs and I talk about it a lot when I get upset."

"Oh."

"He says that family fights...and our family is no exception...I just...I don't get why you couldn't love me like you love Abel. Why you couldn't love Cain just as much."

"It's not that I don't love you two, Mikey," I sighed, trying to fight through my thoughts, "I ju-"

"JACKIE BOY," Chibs said, banging on the door, "Clay's waiting."

"Okay."

"Come on kid!"

She sighed, and I felt bad, "can we talk about this later?"

"It's okay," she replied, “We-we don’t have to.”

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," she nodded, standing up, "come on.  Grandpa will have a fit if you guys are late to meet up with the Irish." 

"How do you know what's going on?" 

"You’re my father, my grandfather is the president, and Chibs and mom are all but married.  I live with you guys.  I'm bound to catch on to a lot of it." 

I nodded as we walked outside.  Chibs, Clay, and Tig were all out there.  I watched as mom pulled in and Mikey got in the car.  

"Hey, I've been trying to call your cell," mom said, pulling forward to me, "they're taking the kid out of the incubation chamber."

"Oh shit."

She nodded and I started towards my bike. When I was clear of mom, I made my way to the hospital. I didn't even get parked before she pulled up beside me, "hey!"

"I didn't know you were coming back."

"Of course I am," she said, getting out. Mikey got out as well, “we both wanted to be here.”

"Do…do you mind if I meet him?"

Mom looked at me, her brow raised. This was the first time she was actually acknowledging Abel.

"Of-of course," I stuttered, still completely confused at the situation, “you okay with that?”

She nodded and walked up to me, hugging me, "thank you."

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see mom tearing up. She was just as surprised as I was about this.

Chapter 14

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