#WE'RE ALMOST DONE HOLD ON Y'ALL

[office-worker-91]

Infinity Train Fear and Hunger AU Snippet 4

(Tw: Mentions of lost limbs and injuries)

The three of them together fell into a rhythm before they could even realize what was happening. Of course, the dungeons constantly kept them on their toes. There wasn't a moment when they weren't hiding or running from some new monstrosity they hadn't seen before, or finding themselves in a deeper or more disturbing part of the place.

Even so, Lake was happy. At least, comparable to how their life had been going so far. They took up the name MT (short for Mirror Tulip, but Jesse didn't have to know that), and while they certainly weren't comfortable with it, it was a name, an identity, and one they had control over. And they never realized just how much they were lacking companionship until Jesse and Alan Dracula came around.

Lake's initial assertion on Jesse was partially correct. He was a bit of an airhead who was definitely way out of his depth. As the trio staggered into the mines, injured but on their feet, Lake had to comfort Jesse (poorly, in their opinion), who wasn't able to dress his own wounds and wasn't used to combat. Still, he was a great companion in the sense that he had an excellent attitude, better than Lake's, despite not being born in the dungeons. If Lake hadn't seen him doing his best to shake off the attack of a weird winged cave lady, they'd think it was out of naivety. But Jesse was just a really strong person.

He also checked up on them a lot, which wasn't something they were used to. If they had just narrowly outrun something, he'd check to make sure they were "okay." They hadn't even thought about being "okay" and "not okay" until he asked for the first time. When they stopped for a rest, Jesse would quietly hum a small, directionless tune that exuded a positivity they hadn't thought possible in the dungeon. He cracked jokes, and even though nobody had ever told them a joke before him, they were sure that the jokes were cheesy and painfully unfunny. When he laughed it came out steady and warm. When Lake narrowly avoided a hole in the floor, he hugged them. Lake hadn't been hugged before, either. He told them about his life outside, about his parents and his little brother and his weird obsession with swimming, which, due to Tulip's inactive lifestyle, was something Lake didn't even know people could do. By the end of the first week, they were convinced that he had to be taken back home. Jesse said once "we" escape he can introduce them to his favorite lake. They thought about the outside, and Tulip's few memories of the sun. The word "we" echoed throughout their head for a long time.

And of course, there was Alan Dracula. Lake still thought the name was dumb, but both they and he said it with so much affection that it automatically grew on them. The deer was certainly odd, but then again, what wasn't weird in the dungeons? They came to interpret his empty, unknowable gazes as being kind yet spaced-out. And though Alan Dracula seemed like a regular deer, he still followed them around, and had a knack for getting the two out of intense situations. He rammed Lake full-force with his horns, which hurt quite a bit but ended up saving them from falling into the lower floors of the dungeon. He ran from danger and seemingly abandoned Jesse to being captured by a masked cult, but this led to its members chasing after him, leaving the place much more empty and giving Lake the chance to strike. When the two escaped, Alan Dracula mysteriously found and rejoined them, as if nothing had happened.

The dungeons were terrible, but they had ALWAYS been terrible, ever since Lake's "birth." And the last two weeks had been the best time of their short life.

Things changed when they found a large door.

This wouldn't have been too strange. So far, the dungeon had prisons, flesh tunnels, caves, mines, a giant hollowed out tree, and probably a million other weird places that they had been lucky enough to avoid.

But this place was different. The three were forced inside when one of those inhuman guards noticed their presence.

It was pristine. The room they were in almost resembled a temple, perfectly preserved. Odd, but considering they were immediately accosted by strange multi-armed monsters wielding blow darts, no one had time to think about it. The trio ran deeper and deeper into the temple, Lake assuming things would get darker and darker.

They were then overwhelmed by light.

A whole city. Buildings towering to the... "sky?" That held a... was that what the sun looked like? There were no people below, in the streets. An overwhelming feeling clanged violently against Lake's skull.

They shouldn't be here. This place wasn't for them.

Jesse stared down in awe, his mouth hanging open slightly. Lake got the impression he was getting the same feeling. And yet...

Jesse wordlessly turned and started walking toward the city.

Lake scrambled after him, trying to tell him that he was crazy and they needed to go back. Any weird monster they'd ran from before was a whole lot better than whatever could lie down there. Jesse argued weakly that because this place LOOKED like it was outside, it might hold the answer to escaping the dungeons. Lake groaned, trying and failing to express the overwhelming feeling of NOPE coming from this place, but Jesse was weirdly insistent that they continue. This wasn't like him.

Still, Jesse knew more about the surface than Lake. Maybe that feeling was just something they felt as a mons- as someone who was born in the dungeons. So, reluctantly, they followed him, Alan Dracula close behind.

The next day is a blur. In the beginning, floating images of the new gods themselves appeared before the two. Jesse pressed on. Lake followed. They encountered even stranger creatures than they had in the other parts of the dungeons. Usually running from the monsters. One time they fought a big hulking one and almost died multiple times, both only saved by Alan Dracula. Jesse pressed on. Lake followed.

Jesse was no longer whistling when they were alone. He was checking if Lake was okay, but half-heartedly. He scratched behind Alan Dracula's ears absent-mindedly as he rummaged through bookshelf after chest after bookshelf, with an almost frantic energy.

Before Lake could confront him, he loudly celebrated as he pulls a scroll out of a chest. His eyes looked manic as he read aloud the scroll, dedicated to the goddess Sylvian. When he finished, his eyes sparkled and he ran up to Lake, holding up one of their arms, still injured from the previous fight, that hadn't been healed to ration medical supplies. He leaned close and whispered into their ear, encouraging, almost loving. Lake felt something warm flow through them, which was normal with Jesse, but this was different. They felt their injuries mend and disappear, almost at will.

However, the scratches and slashes on their metal skin still prevailed. They felt no pain and were no longer injured, but there were still dents and indents in their arm.

All at once, Jesse collapsed to the ground, looking exhausted.

Lake had enough of this. As gently as they possibly could, seeing Jesse look so devastated, they asked what was wrong. Jesse broke fast.

He hadn't gotten lost and stumbled into the dungeon. He'd come here willingly. He needed healing magic for his little brother, the one he'd told Lake so much about while resting in little peaceful moments they could afford. It was his fault, and while Lake assumed it couldn't have been, that Jesse was just being hard on himself, Jesse assured them with conviction and lucidity that, no. It was *definitely* his fault. He was fooling around with his friends, and Nate... The spell Jesse had just acquired could heal injuries but couldn't return lost flesh. So Jesse had to keep going and find something else.

At first, Lake was understandably angry, and they weren't afraid to show it. Jesse had essentially driven them way deeper than they would've ever dared to delve into the dungeons. He had lied to them about moving towards a possible way out. But one tearful apology later, and Lake suddenly wasn't as angry.

Jesse told Lake that they and Alan Dracula should leave him here. He needs to stay, but they don't. They can head back up where it's safe... or safer, at least. But Lake turns Jesse's words back on him. "WE'RE leaving together." Lake tells him that there's no way losing his brother in the infamous dungeons of fear and hunger is going to make him feel better about his arm, and that any possible magic that could recreate flesh may very well be even deeper than they are now. And they couldn't keep their current pace up. Not down here.

Jesse tries to fight it, but he knows they're right. He once more asks if they're sure they don't wanna leave him, and Lake just says that Alan Dracula wouldn't let them. It only gets a small chuckle, but the tension is broken.

Leaning on each other after a long day, they head out of the building they were in, only to find that Alan Dracula had, independently of them, already started walking away from the strange underground city, and Jesse and Lake had to run to catch up with him.

[restinslices]

Lin Kuei Bros: Play Fighting

Smoke so dramatic-. Anyway, don’t ask why I thought of this. The voices were loud

Bi-Han

Play fighting with any of them is bold as fuck but HIM? You don't like your life 

I'm not saying he's gonna straight up assault you but out of all the brothers, he has the highest chance of hitting you hard as shit on accident 

He probably wouldn't even like play fighting that much. He'd prefer sparring cause at least you're working on your skills. Why you just fucking around?

You gotta catch him on the right day. Some days he's busy and some days he's just legit not in the mood. 

“Imma start it off slow. Imma scope the scenery out-”

If you somehow get this man to cooperate, first of all good job. Second of all, y'all do not stop until you give up. 

The type to pin you down and not let go until you admit he won. If you refuse, you're legit not moving. 

This is a big guy so you're not moving him. You give up, he lets go and you manage to crack a smile out of him

We never see him smile in the game but listen bitch, I'm here for the fantasy-

If he's not in the mood, I can see him just saying “no” like you're a puppy or smth. 

You'd go to swing on him again and he'd either grab your hand or give you a look that tells you he's being serious 

Going back to him accidentally hitting you hard as shit, he's used to sparring with two other buff ass men. Imma guess you're not as buff as them, and some of y'all reading this ain't men. Accidents are bound to happen 

You'd think the Grandmaster would have more control but I just think it slips sometimes. He's stupidly prideful and he's used to sparring so sometimes that's where his mind goes. Also once again, he probably sometimes forgets a hit Kuai Liang could handle is a hit that'll take years off your life. 

I would love to say he gets on his knees and apologizes but this is the same man who betrayed his brothers and was like “why y'all tweaking?” so um… 

You're gasping for air and he's “see why I always say no?”

I feel like I'm making him sound abusive but as someone who's play fought with my older siblings, they hit you hard as shit then tell you you're a bitch when a tear slips out. Why the fuck are you hitting me this hard in my chest? You got 5+ years on me-

He's an older brother. He's gonna hit hard. I swear it's in their DNA 

And if he does apologize it's not really verbal. He checks to make sure your limbs are alright then offers to do something else. 

“Are you gonna say you're sorry?” “For?” “For almost breaking my damn lung” “You started this”

You'd expect that the next time you wanna play fight he'd decline cause he doesn't wanna hurt you again. Wrong. 

Remember he's an older brother. THE older brother. Y'all squaring up again. You don't care about your health so fuck it. 

Honestly would be super fun besides the limb you're gonna lose 

Kuai Liang

Would be more cooperative than Bi-Han but still isn't overly excited to play fight 

Bi-Han is the “tell mom. I don't care” older brother. Kuai Liang is the “wait wait wait, I'm sorry. You can hit me back. Calm down. You want some candy?” older brother 

Fully aware he could cause terrible injuries but as time passes on, he relaxes more 

Definitely play fought as a kid but after Tomas started jumping everytime he heard his voice, he thought “maybe I need new hobbies”.

You’ve interrupted his recovery

He actively focuses on holding back and being soft even if you tell him not to

“Hit me harder” “No❤”

Honestly a fun time though. He holds back when it comes to strength but still tussles with you. Also let's you get hits in even when he could easily dodge them. 

If he accidentally injured you frfr, he's checking up on you immediately and says y'all stopping for today. 

“No, I'm ok” “Can you even breathe right now?” “Uhhh… yes😀” “We're done”

For sure feels like an asshole depending on how bad you're hurt. He's not sliding down the wall in pain but he's like “damn, that was a little too hard”. 

“You can hit me back” “No. I've seen Twilight” “What?” “It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you. I'm not doing that”. (Now I wanna write you making them watch Twilight. I'm never gonna be rid of this addiction-)

You gotta hit him back so y'all can be even. It's the only way to move on

Y'all are not doing that shit again for at least another week or so. 

“We gotta scrap right here right now” “No”

Does the thing older siblings do when they put their hand on your head so when you swing at them, you're just hitting air. 

It's so infuriating so you gotta stop. 

The next time though, you swear you're gonna win. You will not. 

Tomas Vrbada

The most willing and having the most fun 

Tomas has two older brothers that probably jumped him on several occasions growing up and you're gonna try and convince me he doesn't have aggression to get out?

People would probably expect he's the softest but no. He's the youngest. As the youngest myself I can assure you, we are used to putting our all in these fights cause we gotta use all our strength to defeat these evil mfs we live with. Sometimes it's not enough-

You're not his older sibling so he's not scrapping like his life depends on it but I do think he's hitting somewhat hard 

Not as hard as Bi-Han, not as soft as Kuai Liang 

You feel his hits but it's not knocking the wind outta you 

Super fun cause he's also using the environment. Definitely is grabbing a pillow and starts swinging it at you. Definitely is running around the couch to chase you. Definitely has thrown you but made sure to aim at something soft. He's probably even turned off the lights then threw a folded blanket at you 

“Cheater” “Don't be upset you didn't think of it first”

You're fighting but laughing at the same time. There's no real tension. Just fucking around. 

Probably starts initiating it too

If he does injure you fr, for a split second he'd actually see it as a victory then he'd remember you're not his older brothers and is like “oh shit-”. 

Injuring those two would mean freedom (or a worse jumping. really depends), injuring you is not good. 

He knows how bad those hits can hurt so he makes sure you're alright. He's not watching you as much as Kuai Liang would but he'd still make sure you're not overly sore. 

He doesn't feel as bad as Kuai Liang would cause he kinda knows this shit happens. Kuai Liang kinda got a little bit of guilt cause Tomas gets into a fighting stance when he raises his hand up. Tomas hasn't victimized anyone so he's more chill about these situations 😭

Tells you random ass stories about when he used to play fight with his brothers. 

“One time Bi-Han threw me in the air and Kuai Liang jumped to catch me only to throw me against the wall”

“This reminds me of when Bi-Han swept my feet from under me and Kuai Liang jumped on me”

“What is it called when someone jumps on you elbow first?”

“This one time I woke up to them standing over me. I knew it was a wrap”

“One time Bi-Han slapped the back of my neck so hard, it was red for at least a week”

“One time Kuai Liang-” “Tomas… you need a therapist” “I don't think that's what it is”

Unlike Kuai Liang who makes you wait, he's cool with scrapping days later. 

Actually says “time out” when he wants a break. Also says “time in” fast as fuck though to catch you off guard 

Legit the most fun brother. I don't make the rules (except I do). 

I did not mean to write the least for Kuai Liang but I was really brain empty for him. Y’all should give me ideas, thanks bookie

[selfloverrrrrr]

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Yandere Sukuna noncon's the reincarnation of his late unwilling wife.

Reborn..?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make us understand our cursed energy and how to use. And us means me and my friends. Actually We're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara.

IT was a normal day. I was gossiping with my friends. Yuji and Nobara. Megumi just left the room because he got a call from someone. He just left. So we three were gossiping when Yuji mentioned how much disgusting Sukuna's fingers tastes. Sukuna, about whom I heard that he's possessing over Yuji's body. But I haven't seen him yet.

"Hey...it can't be that much disgusting taste!" I said. "No y/n believe me!!! It's taste is so disgusting!" Yuji replied. "How can I say? I haven't tasted it...lol" I said. "But you can..." Yuji said. "What?!" I asked. " I have a finger... you wanna taste it???" Yuji replied. "Do you think it's safe?" Nobara asked Yuji. " Yes I do... cause I haven't eat so many fingers... I have just eat two fingers...so I don't think three fingers will do anything " Yuji replied. "Sounds interesting... give me the finger " I said.

Yuji handed me a Sukuna's finger. I unwrapped it and put it inside my mouth. And ewwww....it does taste disgusting!!! I closed my eyes tightly and swallowed it anyway. "How was it???" Nobara asked. "What did my expression said??!!! Ewwwwwww" I replied. "Hahaha told you" Yuji said. "Ok ok but don't tell it to anyone else...or else you gonna be in trouble!" I said. Nobara and Yuji nodded.

After a while Megumi returned. "Who's call was it?" Yuji asked. " It was Gojo sensei...he told us to return to droom" Megumi said. "Ah okay then... let's go...bye, see y'all tomorrow" I said. And give me a good bye back. After that we all went back to our room. And I was too tired so I changed my clothes and went to sleep.

I fell asleep. But all of a sudden I saw a dark place. Then I saw a red light. When I went close to that light I saw skulls everywhere! I got scared why is so many skulls here?! Then I saw a throne on all of those skulls. And a guy was sitting on the throne wearing white kimono.

"Who the hell do you think you are to come here without my permi-" he paused his sentence when he looked at me. "Y/n?" He spoke again. Who is he? And how did he know my name? Within a blink of eye he was standing infront of me. I screamed and almost fell on my back but he grabbed my hand.

He pulled me towards him and grabbed my waist. "Y/n....?....how?!" He said. "Who the hell are you??? Let me go!!!!" I screamed. "You don't know me?" He asked. "No I don't!! I'm asking you who are you???" I asked. "Y/n...clam down. Try to remember! I'm Ryomen Sukuna.... your husband!!!" He replied.

My eyes widened. So he is Ryomen Sukuna??? But why is he saying that he's my husband?! "No I don't know you and I'm not your wife" I replied. He stared at me for a second. "What's your name?" He asked. "Y/n l/n" I replied. "Rebirth... I see" he said.

"What are you talking about" I asked. He looked at me and smirked. "You died...in your past life. You were my wife. Someone poisoned your food. I don't know who or how....but let's not talk about that time... I don't wanna remember it. Now look... I got you again" he said still smirking at me. I tried to push him away. "Let go off me!! I'm not your wife....let me go!" I said. "You know what? First time I liked something which is done by that brat" he said. He was holding me too tightly with his body.

"I don't want to know anything just let me go!!!!" I said and tried to push him away. But his grip was too strong. "Tsk tsk... I found you after fucking 1000 years! And you think I would let you go" he said. I started crying in fear. "Yuji!!!! Nobara!!!!!! Megumi!!!!!! Gojo Sensei!!!!! Please someone help me!!!!" I screamed with all of my power. Sukuna smirked. "Noone hear you darling.... Noone is gonna help you!" He said and cackled. "W-what.... w-what do y-you want?" I sobbed. "What I want?" He spoke. I stared at him with teary eyes. "Are you a virgin, y/n?" He asked with a smirk. I could feel where it's going. He grabbed my face and dig his nails in my cheeks "I asked you a fucking question" he said with grinded teeth. I just nodded. "You waited for me to take your virginity again?" He said. I still tried to push him away but he was laughing at my weak attempts.

He threw me on the floor. Took off his kimono and threw it on the floor then knelt on the floor infront of me and started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... You should be great full that it's your husband who's taking your virginity! The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-stop ...... Oh god please stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my pant and then took off my pantie."spread those legs wider, slut " he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " filthy whore is fucking wet". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was big and thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. " You whores will never learn how to behave " He said and slapped me. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was licking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly "you're still fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Stop struggling slut...!!!" He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out. All of sudden I woke up taking deep breath and saw everyone sitting infront of me.

Megumi's POV

I was laying on my bed and scrolling through my phone. Suddenly I heard a scream. "Yuji!!!! Nobara!!!!!! Megumi!!!!!! Gojo Sensei!!!!! Please someone help me!!!!" I heard that scream and get off my phone. I knew it was y/n's voice. I run out of my room. I saw Yuji and Nobara also run out of their rooms. "Did you all heard that scream too?" I asked. " Yes we did" Yuji and Nobara said together. We all rush towards y/n's room.

"y/n!!!! Open the door!!!! What happened??? We're here... open the door!!" We all screamed. But not a single answer came. "We have to call Gojo Sensei" I said and called Gojo. "Hmm Megumi" Gojo pickup the call. "Sensei whatever you are doing right now stop that there and just run infront of y/n's room" I said. "What happened?" He asked. "We even don't know what happened! She was screaming for our help...she was screaming for your help too!" I said. "Hold on" Gojo replied and he teleported himself infornt of us. "Is she inside?" Gojo asked. "Yes" we replied.

Gojo teleported himself inside y/n's room and opened the door. We all went inside. We saw y/n on her bed. She was shaking in her sleep as if she was struggling with something and she was groaning too. We all rushed towards her bed and tried to wake her up. "Y/n wake up! What happened?" I asked. "What the-... why can I feel Sukuna's energy inside her?" Gojo asked seriously. He was too serious. I was shocked. Sukuna's energy inside of y/n??? How's that possible?! Gojo was glaring at us. "Sukuna's energy? But how's that possible?" I asked.

"I'm asking the same question to you all!!!" Gojo said angryly. "A-actually sensei...." Yuji began to speak "we all were playing... and we feed her one of Sukuna's fingers " Yuji said. "What!!!" I and gojo exclaimed together. "Yuji that's a special grade curse spirit! Not a play thing!!!" Gojo screamed. Yuji and Nobara were silent. "Megumi quickly go to the office room at the ground floor and there's a Sukuna's finger... quickly bring it here" Gojo said and I run to bring the finger.

Gojo's POV

After a while Megumi returned with the finger. "Yuji...eat it" I said. "W-what...oh ok ok" Yuji replied. Megumi sit on the bed and gave Yuji the finger. Yuji unsealed it and put it in his mouth. He swallowed it. Immediately y/n woke up taking deep breath. She took some breath then looked at Megumi. She grabbed Megumi's hand "M-Megumi please... P-Please call Gojo Sensei" she sobbed. "I'm here" I said putting a hand on her back. She looked at me and hugged me. "S-sensei please.... please I don't want that again... I hate him.... I hate Sukuna" she sobbed. "I know y/n...now clam down and tell us what happened?" I asked. Y/n took a deep breath. "Idk.... Idk what he was saying... believe me I've never seen him in my entire life! Sukuna was shocked when he saw me first. Then he told me that I was his wife 1000 years ago then someone poisoned my food and I died... and he said I reborn again " she said. She's reincarnation of Sukuna's dead wife?! "But sensei I don't know if I was his wife or not but I don't want him" y/n sobbed. "Hey it's okey.... Can you tell us what he did? Why were you screaming for our help?" I asked. "H-he took my...." She began to speak. "Took your what y/n? " Nobara and Megumi asked. "M-my virginity " she whispered. Our eyes widened. I glared at Yuji. "Look what your play have done Yuji!....do not let Sukuna take over you inform of her!" I said. "I'm sorry y/n I didn't know he's gonna do that kind of anything!!!...and Sensei don't worry I won't let him out infront of her" Yuji replied and I nodded. "Nobara you're gonna sleep with y/n... I'm gonna talk with the principal tomorrow and make you two roommates... and y/n, don't worry I won't let him touch you ever again... just sleep okey and call me if you need me " I said and we all left the room.

Sukuna's POV

"this brat!!! He has to eat the finger again?! .... Doesn't matter... she's mine... I'm gonna have her again and nobody's gonna stop me" I said with a smirk.

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[mxtantrights]

estoy rendido del amor de una mujer

a/n: he got me y'all don't look, I'm down bad. so basically this is just a one-parter. I don't know. If you ask for a part two or if I see y'all like it maybe I can whip something up. lets just see how it goes.

and for the sake of this story: Armando didn't kill the captain, and he's out on some 'good behavior' deal and helping Mike and Marcus with cases linked to the cartel.

Armando Aretas x fem!reader

SUMMER 2023, MIAMI FLORIDA

You almost got burned tonight. A rookie cop saw you, and the heat you were packing and tried to arrest you. After hastily explaining to him that you weren't packing for no reason, he let you go. But you had missed an important meeting.

It had taken you two years to get into German's inner circle. German is a big player in the Miami scene. He's not known for being a trusting person. But he does have a thing for high ranking positions of power and women. Deadly combination, which was what you used.

Although he's putting you on the back burner after tonight.

You sigh and slot your key into the lock. The lock doesn't turn. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You take out your knife, not wanting to make too much noise for your neighbors.

Slowly you ease into your apartment. You look around quickly. The four corners of the living room are clear. Then again they would be, anyone who was lurking inside could be seen from the window.

You had your knife up as you tip toe into the kitchen. And there you find them.

Mike and Marcus. And they brought company. Three other people you don't know in your house. Your undercover house. They are all looking above something on the table, too occupied with it to notice your arrival.

"Oh what fresh hell is this." you say.

They all turn around.

Mike smiles, "I was just telling the crew about you."

You hold up you hand, "Whatever the hell this is, is gonna fuck with my shit so you need to go. Now."

"Langauge! I thought I told you that last time." Marcus shouts.

You put down your knife with a sigh.

"I've been working this guy for two years, and if he sees two cops coming out of my apartment I'm done. I'll curse if I want to curse." you explain.

The tall blonde man raises his hand, like he's in school. Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you look at Mike and Marcus.

"Dorn, you don't have to-just say what you want say man." Mike says.

The man, Dorn, nods his head and then looks at you.

"We know you're after German. And we're not here to cause any trouble but we just needed to ask for any information you have on his right hand man." Dorn says.

He picks up a tablet and shows you a picture. You look at the screen and then back at Dorn.

"Do you know him?" the woman asks you.

"That's Nico, they call him Nissan. Well, called. German found out he was skimming some off the top and lets just say he's not on vacation right now." You answer.

Mike groans, "He was our only way in."

"Into what? What have the two of you old-timers got yourself into this time?" you ask.

Mike and Marcus start arguing loudly when you call them old. You snicker as you reach into your fridge and look for the last Corona you had. When you find the bottle is not inside, you close the fridge door.

Your eyes scan the counter top, to see if you maybe left it out. But you don't find it. So you look over at the table. You find it there, opened and empty. Next to the unknown male in your kitchen.

You meet his eyes.

"You drank my beer?" you ask, though it's not a question.

He smirks and tilts his head at you. "Problem?"

You roll your eyes. Then you walk over to Marcus and Mike.

"I've told you that he's dead, so he can't help you. Neither can I. Yo've gotta go now." you say.

"No no no, hold on. If Nico is burned then the only one who can help us is you. We just need some files-" he speaks but you cut him off.

Burned. Nico is burned. He was an informant? German definitely didn't know that. Or if he did, he is keeping it close to his chest. Christ.

"Do you want me dead?! German either killed Nico knowing or not knowing that he was an informant, but either way he's dead. If I go snooping around I can just drive myself over to the morgue." you argue.

"She's got a point." Dorn says.

You turn to him, "Thank you, tall International man."

"Dorn is not international, but that's not the point. The point is, you have an in. And we need you." Marcus says.

You sigh. They need an in when you're not exactly in German's good graces. Great. Not only would you have to work your way back but you'd have to work under pressure.

"He'll smell her from a mile away." the unknown man says.

Mike looks over at him, "She's very good at what she does."

"Cops tend to have a tell." The man shrugs.

"She's not a cop. She's a freelancer." Marcus answers.

"And the best one I know." Mike tags on.

No doubt buttering you up. You groan. Yes, you liked being called the best at what you do. And it wouldn't take much to get info. You have the access. You'll be under a close eye but you can pull it off.

"Tell me what you need and when you need it by." you say.

-

2 DAYS LATER, MIAMI

You pulled the straps of your dress tighter. No wonder needed them to be 'loose' for an accidental cleavage slip.

The compute chimed and altered you that the information was done copying. You ejected the thumb drive and stuffed it into the fake juul packaging. You closed all the windows on the computer and pressed restart.

Now came the hard part. You smoothed out your dress and walked over to the door. You checked between the blinds and made sure no one was coming this way.

It's not like you couldn't be in the office. If someone a bit lower than you saw you coming out you wouldn't be questioned. But if someone higher than you in ranking saw, they might be curious.

You exit the office and turn down the hallway. Taking the way with the most witnesses as possible, more people to account for you later on.

Into the blue room, where you pass the exotic dancers. Then though the 'greenery' room, where some workers are watering the plants. Finally through the purple room where the weapons are stored.

You make it all the way outside with no one stopping you.

With a sigh of relief you quick walk to your motorbike. You take out your helmet and put your bag into the storage underneath the seat. Without another thought you get on your bike and ride out of the compound.

You ride from South Miami to your apartment near Hollywood.

When you get there, you go around the back. Better to let everyone think you weren't here than you were. Who knows who could be watching you.

You come in from the window in your bedroom. And somehow it feels like you're intruding because here he is. In your room.

Mike told you about him, a little. Armando is his son. His son with the cartel woman he was seeing way back when that he didn't know he had. He's done things, bad things. But he's making up for it.

Making up for it by sitting at your computer in your room.

"Oje, get the hell out of here!" you shout.

He turns to you slowly. You hate his cocky attitude. You hate his smirk and how he keeps eye contact with you. You step fully into your room and slide the window closed behind you.

Armando gets up from the seat with his hands up, "Lo siento,"

"You're not sorry, otherwise you wouldn't have found your way in here in the first place." you speak.

He looks you up and down. Yeah it was probably the dress. It's summer time in Miami and you weren't about to put on a sweater. You'd have to blend in and a sundress was about as normal as ablue sky here.

"You know spanish?" he asks.

You start walking away from him, "This is Miami."

You take out the thumb drive and open the door to your room. When you stop walking, you hear him laugh to himself. You watch him walk through it first and then you after him.

"Mike, I got it." you say as you walk into the living room.

The shades have been drawn and the black out curtains too.

"I ever tell you you're the best?" he jokes.

"Yeah every time you need something." you reply.

You hand the drive to Dorn. He takes it and plus it into his computer. You watch as the flies pop up on his screen. He seems to be reading them a mile per minute.

"What'd you want with all that anyways?" you ask.

You watch as Marcus and Mike share a look between themselves. It unnerves you. You know they have a way of talking without sharing words. It's what happens when you work with someone for so long.

Marcus smiles and claps his hands together, "Mike thinks I should be the one to tell you. Because he has a more salp-able face."

You squint your eyes.

"Are you about to screw me?" you ask.

"Not per say, but you might not like what we have to say." Marcus ushers you to the kitchen.

The two of you walk all about two steps in before he's unloading on you. He starts off pretty strong, that you''re more than capable of handling German. And that you put in the time for it too.

But then he's telling you a different story.

German is in connection with a guy they're looking to take down. Something about a syndicate. Something about getting both of them at once. And Mike and Marcus have the backing of the PD.

You can feel the steam coming from your ears.

"Marcus you can't be trying to poach my guy right now!" you yell.

"The yelling, keep it down, you're undercover after all." He holds his hands up in defense.

You cross your arms over your chest, "You don't even know who I'm working for."

"Well, it's not someone who's paying you that's for sure." He divulges.

All at once he realizes he probably shouldn't have said that. Because if he knows you're not getting paid for this job then he's went though your bank statements. And probably a lot more.

Your eyes widen and your turn around and run into the living room. There you find Dorn, hiding behind Mike, with his computer in hand.

"You got beanstalk here to go through my stuff?!" you yell.

Mike pushes Dorn back even further.

"Look, we needed to know if we were stepping on government agency toes. And now we know we're not." Mike answers.

You leap to pounce on him but Marcus is faster and grabs you by the waist. You fight against him a little, knowing the he's probably gonna feel it tomorrow morning.

"That's an invasion of privacy. But I guess like father like son, since this one was in my room when I got here." you shout.

Mike looks at Armando, "Now, I told you to get out of there."

Armando shrugs.

"I'm sorry. But listen you can still be part of it." Mike says.

"How nice of you Mike. I'll be sure to thank you when we're done." you spit sarcastically.

Marcus lets you go and you decide to take a seat on the couch. Dorn frees himself from the corner of the room and takes a seat in the arm char that is farthest from you.

"You never take a job for free. What gives?" Mike asks.

You roll your eyes. It's not like you were money hungry. Yes you needed money to survive but you weren't broke. You could afford to not work for the next ten years if you wanted to. But you'd miss it too much.

This isn't that though. This isn't fun.

This is revenge.

"I thought you read through my stuff. You didn't put it together?"

"It's revenge." Armando answers.

You turn around from your seat on the couch and look at him. He's looking right back at you. He probably didn't read your file, probably was too boring for him. But how'd he figure it out?

It's not like you left the reason on your computer. You wouldn't make such a rookie mistake.

"How'd you figure that out? Did you find her moodboard?" Marcus jokes.

You pass him a look. He takes a step back.

"Alright, alright, no more jokes about the mood board. Got it." Marcus says to himself.

"What other reason could she be doing this for?" Armando asks.

"It's been twelve years. I spent ten years tracking him down and two years infiltrating his circle. He has no clue who I am. None." you start to explain.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't in your file. Who are you?" Dorn asks.

"Well she was leader of the dirty dozen in New York. Highly effective tactile group, skin ranging from murder, assassinations, weapon making, and a whole lot more." Mike says.

"And when the group cut ties, she ran the underground for a bit. Nothing happened without her knowing it." Marcus adds on.

"Not a cop." Armando says.

"I'm the daughter of German's former right hand man." you answer.

Which is why it stung a lot that Mike and Marcus wanted to take this case from you. Knowing who you are and knowing what it means. You worked for this. And you're gonna see it through come hell or high water.

-

THE NEXT NIGHT, MIAMI

Mike and Marcus were all set with their crew. German would never allow them to step foot into his compound but lucky for them they don't have to.

You snuck in last night and triggered the sprinkler system. Everything got flooded. So while German is getting everything cleaned up and possibly looking for a new base of operations, he's hanging out with a buddy.

Zio. Money hungry drug mover. Only thing he loves more than money and drugs is his expensive shoe collection. Which he's putting on display tonight.

A rich man's party is the best place to re-con. You told Mike and Marcus how many men German has on him at all times, but that doesn't give them much for when the time comes to take him down.

What's their tactical response like? What weapons do they bring on the move? How many cars? Things like that. Which was smart thinking and not at all on your mind when you first started this.

Armando leans back in the van's chair, man spreading. You roll your eyes but you say nothing. You weren't really trying to talk to him. Lest he find out more about you.

He seems to be tapped in to you. Which is weird. You've never had someone checking for you before.

"I can hear you rolling your eyes from here. What's up? he asks.

He spins around in his chair and faces you. Smug look on his face as he leans back.

"Nothing. Just want to get this over with." you say.

He nods once, then he creeps closer to you with his chair. He's about a foot away from you.

"You wanted to be the one to kill him." he muses.

You look at him, "Well yes. It was my mission. I found him. I infiltrated. I lost someone to him."

"It won't make the pain go away." he says.

"Oh please don't give me the 'revenge will just turn into guilt' talk. I got it from Mike and Marcus." you sigh.

Before you can blink or think of anything else to say, you feel your chair being pulled to the left. You grab onto the only thing in view and that happens to be Armando's leg.

"If I get him in my crosshairs, I'll hand the shot to you." he says.

You look him in the eyes, "Do you want a thank you or something?"

He smiles, "No te preocopes, no quiero nada."

"It doesn't seem like you don't want anything." you reply.

The back door of the van opens and he lets go of your chair. You slide back a bit to put some space between you two. He turns back to the screen in front of him.

-

THE NEXT MORNING, MIAMI

The steam from the shower wafts out the bathroom. You wrap your towel around your body a little tighter as you walk into the kitchen. The tea you were making is beyond ready, the kettle at this point screaming at a frequency only dogs can hear.

You turn it off and set it aside.

As your reaching for your favorite mug, you hear faint noises from the front door. You run over to the dinning room table and reach underneath the wooden chair. Your fingers wrap around the gun and you pull it close.

One swift check and the safety is off. You crab walk to the other side of the kitchen counter, away from the door. The noise becomes louder until you hear the door open.

"Shit, where'd she go." a voice says.

A voice, you know it. You get up from your position on the floor and look around the wall. Armando.

"What the hell are you-" you're about to ask.

"We need to go. now. No time to pack. Put some clothes on." He directs you.

He almost gives you no say when he grabs you by the elbow and maneuvers you into your room. He closes the door behind him and takes out his gun.

"Am I just supposed to undress in front of you?" you question, with your eyebrow raised.

He lets his arms fall to his sides. Then he walks over to the window, allowing you to walk over to the closet. You pull the door open and grab the first pair of jeans and shirt you can find.

Making sure he's actually turned first, you then put on your underwear and bra. Then you pull the shirt over your body, lastly your pants.

You walk to your dresser and reach into the cabinet. The noise must alert him that you're dressed because he turns around.

"We don't have time. You got made." Armando says.

"What the fuck do you mean I got made?" you ask.

"What I said. You're not safe here." he answers.

You grab your go-bag and move over to the window. Chest to Chest with Armando you look up at him.

"Where the hell am I gonna be safe then?"

He doesn't answer you. Maybe because he didn't have an answer. Or because the bullets started raining into your apartment right on time. Then he was nudging you out of the window and down the fire escape.

-

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER, UNAMED MOTEL, ORLANDO

You put your bag down on the floor. The bed looked horrible. But horrible would have to do for now. You can't really make requests on the run.

Armando shuts the door behind him.

"Since you paid you can take the bed." you say.

He scoffs, "I'm not that kind of man."

You look over your shoulder, "Just one that snoops through my personal stuff and ignores personal space."

He says nothing. He walks silently into the bathroom and closes that door behind him too. You sigh and plop down onto the bed. You didn't understand.

Before Mike and Marcus showed up you were on track to get revenge within the next two weeks. Everything was set. There were backup plans. They were contingencies.

Now it was all shot to hell.

You hear the shower start up and lean back into the bed. And without meaning to you end up falling asleep. Right there on your back.

Armando comes out of the shower about five minutes after that. The soap sucked and the water had no pressure but at least he didn't feel like the sweat was clinging to him anymore.

He walks out of the bathroom and finds you laying on the corner of the bed. He looks you over once and crosses the room to cut off the lamps.

When the room is dark, he takes one of the pillows from the bed and sets himself up by the door. His gun tucked to his hip. This way he can keep an eye on the door and you.

You were interesting to say the least.

Usually people don't affect him this much. He can get on with his day and do what he has to do. Nothing comes in between him and a mission.

Especially now when his only mission was his freedom.

But there was something about you. Or, that's not really true. There were multiple things about you. He could see the lust for revenge in your eyes, he recognizes it well. He could tell you weren't being forthcoming either.

And he liked how you spoke your mind.

Liked? Why is he saying liked?

He doesn't really know you. He knows a little bit. He knows you only like tea, there is no coffee in your apartment. And you live in sweatpants when you don't have to be undercover. You also seem to have an aversion to the color blue.

He doesn't really know you. He can't like you.

He looks over at your sleeping form. How your lips part just a little bit and you snore. And your head leans to the right, your dominant side. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and move you. But he knows you'll wake up sore from sleeping this way.

So he gets up. He gets up because he needs to stretch his legs. Not because of any other reason.

He walks to the bathroom and turns on the light and the vent. Hoping the sound will rouse you and you'll move on your own. He steps into the bathroom and closes the door with a bit more force than needed.

He looks into the mirror. He looks himself in the eyes.

This is bad. This is bad because you're the type of girl he would take a bullet for.

-

THE NEXT MORNING, ORLANDO

"Mike-"

"I fucked up. I know you wanted this, and I took it from you when I should have let you handle it."

"Mike-"

"And now you're on the run. You've never been burned before, and it's because of me."

"Mike!"

"What?"

"Shut up for a second and let me think."

You sigh.

German caught on to the eyes on him when he was at the shoe party. While anyone else would have packed up and fled to a non extradition country, he's staying here.

A sign.

Whoever it is that wanted to get him, should come see him face to face. No way in hell were you going to do that. Not only did you have the smarts to wait him out, you didn't want Mike and Marcus to put themselves on the line. They would no doubt follow you into the fire.

"I think I should make my peace with this before anyone gets hurt." you say.

There's silence on the other end of the line. With Mike not talking , you turn around to find Armando. He's standing there, two feet away from you on the hood of the stolen pick-up truck from the motel parking lot.

"That's big of you." Mike jokes.

"Very. But I mean if I see him about to get ran over, I'm not goin to save his ass." you quip.

Mike laughs, "He doesn't deserve it. Your forgiveness."

"I know," you say and Armando looks at you then. "I should probably return him to you, since he's on parole."

"Yeah well he did some things that might kick that back a few years." Mike answers.

You shake your head, "You can say it was all me. Make sure Dorn gets rid of any incriminating footage."

"I didn't tell him to go get you, you know that?"

You don't know why but hearing that makes your heart kind of thump weird. Not thump weird. Your heart is already thumping, but it feels different.

Different as you look him in the eyes.

The first time you interacted with him you hoped it would be the last. And now here he is sticking his neck out for you when you haven't been all that kind.

"I didn't know that. I'll get him back to you in one piece." you speak.

"Thanks. And keep me updated wherever you land."

"Will do. Thanks Mike."

You hang up the phone. Armando takes a step closer and you hold out the phone for him. When he does you feel the quickest static brush against your fingertips.

"You good from here?" he asks.

You nod your head, "I'm a big girl, first time for everything."

He nods once with a small smirk on his lips. He looks away, somewhere off behind your shoulder. It's not like you didn't notice he's good looking. But you just never thought about it for too long.

"Let me drop you off at the station." he says.

You don't want to smile. You shouldn't smile. "Okay."

Armando waits for you to start walking. Once your in front of him he walks over to the driver's side. You climb into the truck and shut the door.

You could've walked. The station is only ten minutes from here. You smile a bit to yourself when he puts the car in drive.

[kortsitron]

Frustration

✮ PARING Miguel O'Hara × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS afab! reader, unsafe sex (wrap it y'all), choking, smut, maybe a little cringy, drabble

✮ SUMMARY Miguel fucks you against the wall

✮ A/N I am writing this because I reminded myself lately that was my first thought when I saw Miguel (I was horny sorry not sorry). No thoughts, just Miguel

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“Mierda!” Miguel cursed under his breath as he came inside of you for the second time, his hand tightening around your throat for a quick moment. You felt your thighs shake, it was overwhelming, but so so good. His hand tightened around the arms as he held them behind your back. 

“We're not done yet.” He almost groaned into your ear as he started thrusting into your pussy once more. The feeling of your wet cunt around his thick cock was making him lose his mind.

But how did it happen exactly? He was frustrated, after a long day of taking care of the multiverse and having to listen to chatter from Peters. He needed some relief and that's why he called you into his office.

Because he knew you would help him and also he knew how heavenly you felt around his cock.

And that was how he got you pressed around the wall, one hand around your throat, the other holding your hands behind your back as he pounded into you. 

You were completely fucked out of your mind, not being able to say a word, instead moaning and whimpering. Miguel couldn't help, but smirk at what he did to you.

He leaned to whisper into your ear. “Remember about safeword, honey.” Miguel may have been frustrated, tired and in need of relief, but he would never fuck you without a safeword. He was impetuous at times, but never cruel.

He pounded into you, groaning. He gave your throat a squeeze, before grabbing your cheeks and making you look up at him. “Gonna cum you again. You like that, don't you? The thought of me cumming deep inside of you?” He teased with a smirk.

He watched you try to say something back, but only thing that came out of your mouth was his need. And oh boy, that gave him a shiver down his spine. “Mmm…” He hummed. “Didn't know i fuck you so good.” He knew, but he wanted to play with you.

“Want me to cum in you once more?” You nodded. “Use your word, hun.”

“Wa.. Want you to co-come inside me again..” Miguel's smirk widened at your answer, as he began pounding into you faster. 

“Fuck..” He whispered under his breath, he was close. “Keep looking at me with those pretty eyes. Wanna see your face as you cum.”

He continued until he had your thighs shaking again, he had you moaning his name like a prayer as he made you reach your peak. “So pretty…” Miguel mumbled before he came inside of you again.

He gave him a moment to calm down, before his dick slipped out of your wet cunt, his seed leaking out of it. He let out of you, but grabbed you by your waist. 

“You did so well for me, let me take care of you.”

[wileys-russo]

little blurb about supportive arsenal gf finding out lessi is starting 🥹

two posts in one day, spoiling y'all

debut II a.russo

"lessi did you grab my training top by accident with yours?" you called out as you rummaged through your closet with a frown. "babe?" you called out again a little louder when your girlfriend didn't answer.

"no! are you sure you didn't already pack it?" the blonde called back from down the hall where she was sat in the spare room on the bed, laptop balancing on her knees as she worked on an assignment. your own shared bed was covered with your clothes as you of course had left it to the last minute to pack, your girlfriends own case already down by the front door ready for lotte to pick you both up tomorrow.

"oh. yeah i did, thank you!" you smiled in relief as you searched through your suitcase seeing your training kit folded neatly in the bottom, the taller girl in the other room rolling her eyes with a small smile.

the two of you headed to sweden tomorrow for your first match of the season and the qualifier of the champions league, you were over the moon to finally be playing alongside alessia than against her.

and it finally meant no more hours of travelling on the tube or cross city roadtrips just to spend a day or two together and then weeks apart until the cycle repeated. the distance wasn't easy but with time and communication you made it work, and you had never pressured one another about switching clubs.

but seeing how poorly alessia was treated by her former club, a team she'd supported since her childhood, was hard to bare when you loved her dearly. but you were there by her side through it all, the same way she was when you tore your hamstring early last year.

"i'm packed." you announced with a relieved sigh finally joining the striker on the spare bed, collapsing beside her on your back and resting your head against her hip, scrolling through your phone.

"thank god i was worried we might miss the flight." the taller girl teased, not looking away from her laptop as her fingers flew against the keyboard and you playfully pinched her leg for the comment.

the two you sat together in a comfortable silence, you swapping your social media deep dive for a book as your girlfriend tangled a hand in your hair, nails scratching at your scalp as she read through her study material.

"i'm gonna go start dinner baby." you finished your chapter, marking your page and sitting up. "hey!" you laughed as your girlfriend poked at the slit of skin which appeared as your arms up with a stretch. "what's for dinner?" the blonde asked with a curious smile.

"whatever i can make with as many items as possible, the last thing i'd like to come home to is a fridge full of expired, soggy or mouldy food." you winced in disgust, scrunching your nose at the thought. "do you want a hand?" the striker offered, moving her laptop off her knees and tugging you to lay on top of her.

"hi. "hello beautiful."

you blushed at her words as the blonde kissed your nose with a soft smile.

"no it's okay you said you need to study so you can focus when we're in sweden, i'll come get you once it's done baby." you answered her previous question with a smile, kissing her softly in thanks.

"now hit the books!" you ordered playfully, rolling off of her and standing to your feet as the blonde gave you a salute and picked her laptop back off the bed.

~

"smells almost as divine as you." you smiled as hoodie clad arms wrapped round you, the taller girl pressing her front into your back as her chin rested on your shoulder, kissing your cheek affectionately.

"charmer." you grinned, a slight blush coating your cheeks as you relaxed into her hold. "so, i have news." alessia broke the silence, unwrapping herself from you and taking a step back as you turned round and raised a curious eyebrow.

"jonas called." your girlfriend started, fiddling nervously with the sleeves of her hoodie as you tilted your head, unsure where this was going. "i'm starting on wednesday." she finally revealed, watching as your mouth dropped open, her own curling into a shit eating grin.

"baby! you're getting your debut!" you squealed happily, launching yourself at her as the blonde stumbled backwards but caught you, your legs wrapping around her waist.

"i am so proud of you less. i told you he was impressed at training!" you beamed, kissing happily all over her face as the tall blonde let out a giggle making your heart soar.

"i did smoke you at the wind sprints." "hey your legs are like half the size of my whole body you have an unfair advantage."

"but i can't believe we'll finally be on the pitch together for the same team and in the right red." you teased lightly as alessia spun you around before taking a few steps forward and placing you down to sit on the counter top.

"so long as i'm with you i couldn't care what color i'm wearing."

[paladin-heart5]

Life Worth Living

Husband Leon Kennedy x pregnant! Reader

A/n: hello there! I wanted to write something nice and sweet cause Leon deserves a happy ending and y'all deserve comfort! :) this story contains absolute fluffiness with a tad bit of insecurity, enjoy!

You stood in the bathroom, your hands on the sink as you leaned over. Your eyes were fixated on the pregnancy test, the word 'positive' staring back. You've been feeling pretty fatigued recently, you checked for cold, fever, everything. But considering you and Leon have been playing around quite a bit, it should've been obvious. Multiple feelings swirl around in your mind; excitement, fear, worry, disbelief. Which one do you focus on? Shit, what's Leon gonna think? He's always thought he wouldn't be ready to be a dad. What if he leaves? He wouldn't do that, right? The sound of the door opening and heavy steps snap you out of your thoughts.

"Shit shit, how am I gonna tell him?" You whisper, scrambling to figure out what to do with the test. You decide to put it in your sweatpants pocket. Your husband calls out for you as he looks around your shared home.

"Y/n? You here, my love?" Leon calls softly as he approaches the bathroom, knocking on the door.

"Yes honey! Just a second!" You fix yourself up as best as you can, although you've been in bed most of the day. You quickly open the door and are greeted by the sweet, handsome face of your husband. You smile and give him a hug.

"Welcome home, Lee! How was the mission, no serious injuries, right?" You quickly scan him for any bruises or cuts. He chuckles at this careful greeting and holds your hands.

"I'm just fine, baby. Nothing too extreme this time, thankfully." Leon takes a moment to look over you. You have little bags under your eyes, and your skin is paler than usual, he frowns.

"Y/n, are you sick?" He asks a bit worried as he feels your head. "You're burning up, you could've called me home baby, you need to be taken cared of." He says as he pulls you to sit on the couch.

"Yeah, about that Lee.. I have something to tell you." You say nervously, already fidgeting with your hands. Leon tilts his head and sits next to you, he remains calm. "What is it?"

You take a deep breath and reach into your pocket. You pull out the positive test and show it to him. "I'm pregnant." You breath out, hands shaking a bit. Leon blinks as he stares at it, letting your words sink. He's quiet for a minute, making you even more anxious.

"I- I know it's a lot, and I don't blame you if you need space I just-" You stop as you feel his hands grip yours, tears forming in his eyes. "We're gonna have a baby?" He asks quietly, you slowly nod. Leon smiles and laughs a bit as he lifts and spins you. This causes you to squeal in surprise. "Leon!"

"We're gonna have a family! This is amazing!" Leon smiles and holds you close. You let out a laugh, you weren't expecting him to be this ecstatic.

"You're not upset?" You ask, tears starting to well up. Leon looks at you with a flash of concern. "Upset? Nono, how could I be? I get to have a family with the love of my life!" Leon kisses you lovingly.

"After Raccoon City, I didn't think I'd be able to have a life like this. Having you in my life changed everything, Y/n. I'm so happy." He admits, making you sob.

"I love you so much Leon." You smile and kiss his cheek. He places multiple kisses on your face. "I love you too."

Six months later, your belly is showing and you're having a hard time putting shoes on. You're out of the fatigued phase, but you're craving everything and your emotions are haywire. At the end of the day, your excitement for a little one is immense. Leon has done everything he can to prepare. He retired, read all sorts of books, and took care of you the whole way. You aren't lifting a finger as long as he's around. And now, the nursery is almost done! Leon walks into the room and sees you struggle, quickly going to assist you.

"Y/n, you don't have to strain yourself. You can call me for help." Leon says softly as he gets your shoes on.

"I'm not glass, Leon." You giggle. "Actually, you're very fragile right now, baby. Too precious!" He responds, standing up and kissing your head. He gently rubs your belly, admiring how much you glow. "I can't wait to meet her."

"You seem certain it's going to be a girl." You raise a brow. "I am, I got a good feeling."

"Oh yeah? You'd spoil her rotten." You laugh out, holding his hand to help you stand. He has such a sweet smile, and his stubble looks so good on him.

"Boy or girl, consider them spoiled. But don't worry, pretty girl, I'm going to keep spoiling you for as long as I live." The retired agent smiles softly, placing a kiss on your lips. You blush and tear up, but quickly wipe them away.

"C'mon I'm starving, the baby wants Italian food!" You whine, making Leon chuckle and walk you out to the car. "Anything you want, my love." His life was about to be all about you, him, and your miracle. He's still trying to wrap his head around this. He finally has a chance at a more normal life, one he's willing to live for.

And when that baby arrives, there's nothing that can separate Leon from the both of you.

[ms-cartoon]

Now see? What I tell ya? What. Did. I. Tell. Y'all!

I knew they we're gonna do this! What I say, "instead of Stolas being in the wrong for how he treats Blitzo, they're gonna make the latter the bad guy for how he "treats" Stolas. Because blah blah blah, Blitzo doesn't love Stolas back, blah blah he's not considerate of Stolas's feelings for him, blah blah he's being mean, blah blah, he needs to give Stolas a chance."

This is what I said on my post about the trailer

There is so much that needs to be said about this episode, for now however, I need to discuss this little conversation turned argument between the fandom's main couple

A little off-topic, but first of all, I really don't like how Blitzo's feelings for Stolas are retconned in between seasons. He went from hating Stolas and dreading a night of sex with him to actually sort of liking him and being so afraid that Stolas might be bored with him that he'll figure out ways to impress him with a bunch of sex toys. Him worrying about how complicated it is with Stolas, being nervous and giddy about how the meeting is gonna turn out? Being excited about having a night of sex with him and thinking dirty thoughts?? I can't tell if it's just Blitzo being perverted and horny or what, but it doesn't feel right. It's like these two switched roles or something.

Cuz where the hell did all this come from???

We don't even get a scene with them after the Ozzie's incident. Blitzo just told Stolas to screw off before driving away that episode, and there was NO conversation about it! It was a whole "Now you see it, now you don't" after 3 episodes with the aftermath being through text instead of in-person.

It made it seem like Blitzo was just DONE with Stolas while reluctantly pursuing the agreement.

Now the show is just in and out with them acting like boyfriends to them feeling awkward and distant. Like Viv, Adam, whoever is in charge of writing these relationships-- pick a lane!!

Anyway, back to the topic

Like everyone has been saying that I 100% agree with, Stolas is just a self-insert of Vivziepop: As soon as Viv is called out by us critiques, she'll throw a fit, cry, and resent us because we don't like her or her show (or we do like the show to some degree, it's just lacking the potential that it needs), and we're saying things about her that she doesn't like (despite them being true), therefore, she won't hold accountability for these things. And this is how Stolas is acting. Blitzo is calling him out, Stolas doesn't like it despite it being true and he turns it around on Blitzo for thinking so negatively of him, and won't admit when he's wrong.

Is Viv doing this on purpose? I'm starting to feel like she knows what she's doing here?

What really grinds my gears is when after Blitzo tells him off, Stolas tears up, being the dramatic pity me crybaby BITCH that he is, and says this--

"I wanted you for so long. The fact that you couldn't believe that I might have these feelings about you, that your first instinct is- that it's always about sex. That's enough to know what this is."

I know he didn't- ARE YOU F**KING KIDDING ME!! That is literally THE MOST hypocritical thing he's ever said since he's existed in this show. I know I shouldn't be shocked at this point, but I am just so APPALLED that I want to laugh (I'm laughing right now). I had to hear that line more than two times to make sure I wasn't deaf when he said that.

So he mentions Blitzo not believing that he might have feelings for him the entire time, almost as if he's shocked by this. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe you don't believe that I'm in love with you!" Have you really given him any reason to believe you might be in love with him, Stolas??? Literally the first thing that came to mind when you two see each other for the first time as adults was, "You came here to ravish me, did you?" You sure as hell weren't loving him then! In what moment have you shown you might be in love him? And I don't want anybody bringing up any kind of excuse from season 2. Season 2 is a whole ass retcon anyway and Stolas's "love" for Blitzo just developed outta nowhere from ep 7 of season 1 to now. So none of it counts.

And then you have THIS part of the line--

"The fact that you think it's always about sex when I'm actually i'm love you."

No you stupid bitch!! That's you!

And then there's this---

"I didn't realize you thought so lowley if me."

Do I even need to explain anything to prove this how false these lines are??? Of course not! Cuz I feel like it should be obvious at this point. So instead, I'll put my "Reasons why I hate Stolas" post.

I swear, it's like the writers suddenly decided they wanna switch roles on these two. Where Stolas feels like Blitzo is messing with his feelings and Blitzo is the horny bastard who doesn't actually care about love when really it's the other way around on both ends. I swear this whole confrontation was thought out so poorly. Viv (or whoever is in charge of writing this EP) clearly doesn't keep track of what goes on in her shows. Or maybe she does, but she just doesn't care, and just changes things so that the story turns out the way she wants it without being logical about it. Stolas saying something like, "Your first instinct is sex." or "How can you not believe I'm not in love with you?" To Blitzo? It makes no sense!! Because sex was always on HIS mind!! HE hasn't shown ANY genuine love that didn't involve sex. So he shouldn't have ANY room to be judging Blitzo. They're whole relationship and the way that it is now; that's all STOLAS'S fault. Sure, Blitzo kind of started it so it's on him too, but Stolas was the one that pursued it despite Blitzo making it very clear he didn't like him. Not to mention he's been manipulative towards him.

I swear, I'm so done with Stolas. He better not pull this shit on his daughter istg. Ur feeling all sad cuz Blitzo doesn't live u back. Cry me a river you poor excuse for a father!

And I can't believe there are some fans out there that are siding with him too. Normally I wouldn't care what fans would think cuz sometimes, there's no changing their mind. But it's like . . . Did we watch the same show??

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

Blah blah blah, massive jerking off motion, sugar daddy Colonel König with a f!reader!30 year old, established sugar baby doing it for a laff fic bullet point idea I've been bullshitting around with under the cut:

Again, bc y'all know me, this is just my fuckin oc dressed up as a reader but yknow what whatever. It’s my maladaptive daydream and I’m generalizing enough to share it.

You’re a doctor of organic chemistry, working in pharmaceutical forensics at a lab that largely deals with multinational jurisdiction drug offenses for various state agencies. The work pays pretty well, as it’s government scale, but it is dull and repetitive.

To get your kicks, you sugar baby casually on a semi-regular to regular basis. It suits you. You’ve never established a meaningful long term relationship, flings come easily to you, and older would-be romancers have always taken interest in you in ways that people from your own age bracket haven’t.

Sex or no, it all depends on who is approaching you, the decision ultimately yours.

And they don’t have to provide monetarily, no. You’re well established, more than that even. Once they understand that aspect of you, they shift their approach, and that’s when the fun starts.

Gifts, trips, concerts, dinners—whatever you want, all of it a discreet text away.

None of your entanglements last terribly long. You’re off-putting, in your way, your mannerisms, your directness. Most of your paramours find that it doesn’t click for them. If you’re having sex, it doesn’t matter how mind blowing it is—usually for your partner, though you’ve had the occasional winner—one way or another it ends. And you have been the one to end it, especially when you feel it growing strained and pointed toward what services you provide your temp partners. You’re no stranger to the sudden and surgical cut.

One such situation leads a Colonel to a spot at your feet.

One of the dudes who wandered into your carousel was Declan O’Conor, of KorTac. He’d been intrigued by your intensity at first, and the sex was some of the best he’d ever had, though you thought he lacked skills in foreplay. He was generally brusque however, and tended to ignore the trade of attention and gifts in favor of his desires, which left you cold and unimpressed.

gonna be real, i left off here like two days ago, and i'm 2 hours into my last work day before my weekend, so i'm not bothering with extra detail, we're wheelin' and dealin' now, lads.

a certain colonel gets a hold of your email through declan, a nanosecond before you dump declan's ass. the timing? immaculate. the colonel could not have done better. isn't he fucking lucky.

he's heard declan bragging about his new bird. she's smart, she's discreet, she fucks like a succubus. she doesn't even want money, or a relationship. shit, she doesn't even care if you're married or have kids, she wants no part of your real life. she just wants fun and stimulation.

well. ain't that just what the colonel is looking for, he lies to himself. könig is almost half convinced you're an escort dressed up as a woman looking for a good time, but what the fuck does he know. and from what he's gathered, the way people approach you is myriad, but you're picky as for how long things go on.

he's drowned at work, has no desire to go bar crawling or trying to pick up a dumbass hobby to try and meet someone, and he, if he's honest with himself, does not have the time to dedicate to an actual relationship, is mildly horrified at the idea of using an app to date, and is approaching his mid 40s. his work is too demanding, he travels too much, he's too burnt out. fun sounds fun.

he shoots off the email.

what he gets in return: "interesting that o'conor seems to be recommending me around, as that's not part of the agreement. but i'll meet you. tell me when you're next in berlin, and we'll set a date. should it cross your mind, bring me something interesting."

smth smth, time moves on, you end up meeting up with him for dinner. he insisted. he knew a place. you hoped like hell it wasn't some overblown officer's club. that shit was always dead boring and full of the most disgusting braggadocio you've heard in your life. testosterone beating off against testosterone, trying to find out which one nuts first.

but, nah. he hauls you to a korean bbq joint that's a real down and dirty hole in the wall, and immediately you're impressed. the food is amazing. it's quiet. he is ENORMOUS, but has an air of cinders about him.

you can tell he used to run off rage, almost solely. it must've burned down over the years, or his fuel had taken a hit that it could never recover from. he's tired. he's looking for ease.

he wears a gaiter covering the bottom half of his face and neck, and you find it curious as the dinner starts, your booth in the far back, away from prying eyes.

thought it was for your comfort. he'd already spoken of your discretion, that he was well aware, and interested in the same. his position in his org is high up, he works with sensitive info, his clearance is big time spooky. things you're familiar with from your own work.

he calls his work security, and you call your own science. it is enough.

he warns you about his facial scarring before the meal begins, giving you the choice to avoid seeing him eat, and you turn down that offer. "i can assure you that i've seen worse," you say, confident, unshaken at what he might be hiding. your history is a darkness, it runs deep, and ruin is not unfamiliar to you.

he seems pleased, or at least mollified, and pulls down the gaiter. the lower half of his face is a wreckage, almost at odds with the wheat colored curls - all shot through with silvery-gray - tied into a tail at the base of his skull, and the blue of his bag-bruised eyes. a botched cleft lip surgery, exposing big, fuck-around-find-out teeth in a scar that leaves him always snarling. rippling burn scars crawling up from his ravaged neck, pulling at the corner of his eye.

at least he will eat, if nothing else.

it is one of the rare times he will allow you to see this.

at the end of the meal, after some good conversation, dancing light around heavy realities, secrets that can't be told, you sit back and watch him with curiosity-heavy eyes, a contentedly full stomach, the foot of your crossed leg hovering in the air between you under the table.

he's pulled his gaiter back up, peeling euro bills off a fat clip he pulls from his pocket, dropping them on the table, overpaying the meal. perhaps the privacy. perhaps the server. perhaps the flash of it.

"i didn't forget," he laughs, voice still higher than you'd expected, but rasping and rough as gravel churning mud and blood.

"apologies. i'm impatient. it is my nature."

"hah. have that in common, then, hm?" he laughs, going for another pocket.

usually, you expect jewelry on the first date. it hasn't been uncommon with the people you run with. perhaps even technology. you were afforded an iphone 14 pro max a month before they'd even come out, but you'd held onto it and resold it later.

and this fascinating könig pulls out a box, as well. you almost feel your stomach sink. you'd been hoping...well. it doesn't matter what you'd hope. and maybe it was foolish to harbor a small, chittering desire that he'd be different, after the turns your conversations took.

he plunks it down on the table in front of you, rapping two long, powerful fingers on the plain lid. it's not even that impressive of packaging. oh, your stomach churns with impending disappointment. sometimes these men end up cheap. you steel yourself, falling into your resolve.

a fossilized horse tooth is what is presented to you when you open the package, as well as a business card for a fossil and crystal dealer. you catch sight of a beaded bracelet on his wrist, carnelians.

"didn't know what sort of science you're in, but figured i couldn't go wrong with a fossil. or a horse. you have horse girl energy."

he's smirking. you tip your head back and cackle, mind flooded with your years on your school's equitation team and the summers you spent trekking across continents with your grandmother by horseback.

the energy shifts perfectly, and you pull your head down, beaming at him. running the toe of your heels up his calf under the table, you roll the fossil-black tooth between your fingers, following the grooves, feeling the age. this horse would've been about nine when it died. not bad for a wild thing. most of them didn't find the miracles of old age.

"what gave it away? the posture?"

"oh ja. jawohl. it's the posture. even leaned back, sit like you're setting your ass in a saddle."

"mhm. sounds like you've done some riding yourself."

"when i was younger, yes. half-sway-backed plow nag, though. nothing so fancy as what people might picture, with the accent."

"not everyone can afford warmbloods, it is true."

you fold the tooth into your closed hand, silence falling comfortable between you. and here it is.

"i think we should find a place for the night, don't you?" you ask, and you can see his mouth pull into a smirk under the mask.

"hah. good thing i thought ahead then. i booked a room--some place nice. you'll like it." his confidence would be off-putting. it should be off-putting. but it isn't. it's almost a relief. it's definitely a turn on. he's not feeling out your approval, at least not visibly.

you were both looking for fun. and perhaps you've found it. at the very least, he is not treating this as a fight to be won. maybe he would not've been crushed or vitriolic if the night ended with nothing further, ever again. you don't know. you let him help you into your coat, and into a cab, and you find your flesh-ripping want yelling louder and louder with his arm draped casually across the back of the seat behind you.

and good christ, does can he fuck.

okidoke, i'm cutting this one here, sry. i will probably continue it more formally (? idk) later once i've worked on some other stuff, but i wanted to get this one out, yeehaw. hope u enjoyed!

[tenkobitch]

ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ

Kaminari Denki x G/N Reader

Genre: Established relationship, fluff, study date

A/N: I thought I would write a short oneshot of a random MHA character just so I wasn't too sucked into writing my series, so I hope y'all enjoy!

Kaminari isn't dumb, but he's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. He is often praised for wearing himself out completely with his quirk – sending huge electric shock waves through any object – but he's also heavily made fun of for the side effects. His brain goes haywire, and he's nothing more than a dumb potato. His friends make fun of him the most in that state.

But you always take care of him. Even when Bakugou is angrily yelling at your boyfriend to, "Stop being a dimwit", you always manage to pull Kaminari far enough to allow him some rest. He often doesn't remember most of it because he's either spacing out, or his brain has been turned to mush. But no matter what, you always make it your duty to keep him on track.

So, you asked your boyfriend to study with you.

"Honey, sugar, lemon, sweetie pie," you called out to him, hoping to make him cringe with your overuse of silly nicknames. But when you finally reached him, he had a huge smile on his face. No disgust in sight. You sighed, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, right beside him. You both sat in silence for only a few seconds before you asked him the big question.

"Denki, I know you're not doing too hot on your school work," Kaminari was ready to deny your statement until you put your hand up, telling him to wait. "So, I propose that we study together!"

Kaminari shook his head, crossing his arms and closing his eyes in defiance. He really didn't like studying. You put on your brightest smile and tried to convince him.

"I'll bring your favorite snacks and drinks, and after we're done, we can watch a movie or your favorite show." You clasped your hands together and leaned in closer to his face. His eyes were still closed, but he could feel your breathing on his cheek.

"It'll be like a study date!"

Kaminari opened one of his eyes, clearly excited, but not wanting to give into you so easily. He cleared his throat and finally spoke up.

"All of my favorite snacks and drinks?" He said in a whisper, suspicious of your promises. You nodded, wishing that he would stop resisting the idea of studying.

"Any movie or TV show? You'll watch anything I wanna watch?" You nodded again, already feeling tired from this interaction. He was really starting to get on your nerves. He leaned in with both of his eyes open, assessing the situation.

"So, what's in it for you!"

"I'm leaving."

"No, no, no, WAIT!" Kaminari bolted from the floor as you slowly made your way back to your room. He caught up to you easily, turning you around in his arms. His face was inches away from yours as he looked into your eyes to see if you were really angry. You tried to hold your composure, but seeing your boyfriend's reaction to you leaving almost made you crack. You couldn't help but let a small smile reach your lips.

After what felt like an eternity, the gold haired boy finally spoke.

"Do you really wanna help me study? Do you really wanna do a study date?" You couldn't hold back your laugh as you saw the boy's sad eyes look back at you. You reached up to pat his head, which he gladly received. You nodded once more, and you gave him a response.

"Yes! Why would I be asking you if I didn't actually wanna help you study?" He yelped in excitement and shook you back and forth like a little kid. Things like, "Thank you," and "Oh my gosh!" were the only words you could comprehend before you felt your butt hit the ground. You looked up to find a seething Bakugou holding back an excited Kaminari.

"Dunce face, your mouth is running all over the place!" Your boyfriend's face lit up as he stared back at you. You gave the angry boy behind him a disappointed look, only to receive the same booming voice.

"Don't look at me like that, smart face! You're the one making him jump for joy like a dog!" You laughed out, only making Kaminari's face light up even more. Bakugou loudly huffed and dropped the happy boy into the floor with you.

"You both are a bunch of fools. That's it, we're all meeting in the common area!" You and Kaminari continued to laugh as Bakugou gathered the rest of the Bakusquad by their shirts and dragged them to the living room. He finally dragged you both to the couch and pulled out his notebooks, ready to teach.

After your successful study session came to a close, you all went your separate ways. As your other friends left, you heard quiet whispers from Mina and Kirishima while Sero still had a confused look on his face. You laughed and turned back to gather your things, only to see an unusually calm Kaminari. He stared at you as if you were royalty, causing you to look away with a blush on your face.

When you looked back, he was still smiling at you like you were perfection, and you couldn't be embarrassed anymore.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Your boyfriend only shrugged, keeping his face on you and your movements.

"Because you're really pretty," he sighed out, leaning his head on one of his propped up hands. You decided to look at anything else but your boyfriend's handsome face, but he continued.

"And you always help me out. Even when Kacchan wouldn't explain how to do something again, you were always helping everyone else, showing us all how to do the problems again." You turned back to the gold haired boy as he stared back at you with no embarrassment in his eyes.

"Bakugou would kill you if he heard you call him that."

"Then I'll die happy." You rolled your eyes and laughed at the audacity of the boy. You gathered your things and pointed at him with your laughter filling the room.

"Okay, weirdo!" Kaminari smiled as you walked away from him to put your things away. His bubble only popped when he heard a quiet snicker behind him.

"You're damn right! Dunce face is a weirdo!" Kaminari's smile disappeared as he felt Bakugou lean closer to him. "And y'know what I do to weirdos, don't you, dunce face?"

Kaminari tried to get up and run to safety, but the boy was pulled back by the blonde.

"Get ready to charge all of the cooking equipment, cuz I'm gonna be cooking for a while!"

And that's how Kaminari ended up in your room again, tucked into bed as you let his mushed brain get back to normal.

*Bonus*

You: "So... Do you wanna tell me what happened last night?"

Kaminari: "... Bakugou made me charge all of the cooking equipment..."

You: "And why did he do that?"

Kaminari: "Because I'm a weirdo."

You: "No! It was because you called him 'Kacchan'!"

Kaminari: "Tomato, tamato, let's just say that I did both things!"

You: "Well, you are a weirdo."

Kaminari: "I'm your weirdo~"

You: "Where's Bakugou when you need him?"

Kaminari: "Please don't get him-"

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Where we go from here...

It took me awhile last evening to get my mind in the right place to do the baking I had to do. I thought I would put on some music on my little radio station to kick my head into work mode. Tried some Glenn Gould playing Bach (always a go-to for morning coffee music), and it didn't hit right.

So I dialed up the huge mix I have titled "1969-72" and almost immediately started the long road back to feeling like myself. After about a half-hour, I was in the groove. Listened to the mix far into the night, after I'd finished working.

I managed to keep my focus and got the cookies all baked, and kiddo's mom happily packed them up and just left for her party, and I'm over here for the next couple of nights, sadly for my back. Two nights of "No Mattress For Old Men" and I'll need a week to recover, but hey...

Wanna thank all y'all for your comments and messages when I posted that I was prolly just gonna go black. Y'all loved me back off the ledge. Posted in a moment of true despair...something I haven't felt in awhile. I am hurting for all of us...and all of you. I have never in my long life been scared for the nation until now. Or at least that's what I thought. This feeling of complete despair, the emotional pain of millions of people, the hopelessness, the fear for the future...after I sat with it awhile I realized yes, that I have felt this same combination of toxic shit before.

In the 65 years I've been on this stinkin' rock, I've been through a number of particularly devastating previous elections, most notably the two Bush2(Dumbya) regimes. I remember the night of the 2004 election...Americans were posting tearful photos taken by their webcams, with them holding up signs saying "We're sorry."

I saw first-hand all the fights for rights that we have gained from the early '60s onward. To find ourselves set back to square one, 50-60 years later, when we had finally gained some footing toward fairness, is cruel. And cruelty is what they will wield as their main weapons in the coming days, as we suddenly find ourselves in the same predicament as 1963-65 when a virginal Joan Baez and little Bobby Dylan changed protest music forever.

So yes, I have felt this same way, and no, the nation didn't die or descend into complete chaos. Our lives went on, essentially as they had, with a growing pile of "things we can't do anymore" heaped atop via the collective wounding of 9/11.

This is another collective wounding--an intentional collective wounding. The next few months are going to be chaotic, they will try to push through their agenda as quickly as possible come january.

I may not post much overtly political stuff from this point on, but if I do it will be refocused on positive news. I don't know for certain how long that might last, but I can't take a 24/7 barrage of bad news and outrage bait. I'm probably gonna unfollow a few blogs, but don't think it's personal...it is Mental/Emotional Health Care.

And yes, I've been in the trenches with y'all a long time...we are all Family at this point...Brothers and Sisters in arms. I'm not leaving, but my presence/role will be different, out of the renewed sense of self-preservation this has thrust me into.

I woke up disoriented, but quickly remembered I'd gotten what I needed to get done done, and had a slow re-entry, sipping my coffee for a couple hours. I kept remembering how well the music had helped me last night, and then the beginnings of what this might turn into began to coalesce. Concepts of a plan. lulz.

As the day went on, I've been on a roller-coaster, emotionally, with seemingly hopeful leads on a roommate not materializing, on top of my craigslist ad for a roomie getting flagged and deleted. Pretty goddamn hopeless as far as this situation is going.

Looked at the huge box of cookies I'd managed to bake last night and it hit me. I've been reblogging the "Gooood Morning, TUMBLR!" graphics every morning up until the election. The image of Robin Williams being in character calling up the role of the military DJ.

Back when I did my cafe in the mountains of NM, a friend lent me a book called "Radio Venceramos", about South American rebels who had a radio transmitter and clamped the leads to the barbed-wire fences to broadcast their signal/programming to their fellow rebels.

Still not sure how the format will work out, but I've decided: my new role is going to primarily be the voice of inspiration over the air-waves to my fellow rebels. Not sure if it will be a second blog or if it will be a continuation of PTSD, but with no further ado, I will become the Voice of my fellow rebels with:

I may make a second blog out of it, but until then I guess I'll make it a series of posts. Tumblr will let you blog up to ten videos/post, and that may be how I start things out. Consider them like stacks of 45s and LP tracks from my paul-shaffer-brain...meant to help keep spirits up and keep the focus.

Made a couple of graphics, will probably try others in the course of it.

So the message today was "You did what you had to do. Heal up for what's ahead."

I will probably start this new focus in the morning...I'm still chewin'.

[gaybananabread]

Hii!!! This is gonna be a long one lol and also I feel a bit weird so sorry in advance🙏🙏 had this random idea about day 11 where it was hurt/comfort, percy jackson heroes of olympus, lee!leo ler!will and leo has to stop by the infirmary after coming back to life to just make sure everything’s alright and he was having a shit day and Will notices and asks him about it and he tells Will about all the things he’d been through (throughout the books or what we’re told previously), and Will gives him a hug and is comforting him and stuff and he accidentally tks him and asks for confirmation if it’s okay and then hugs him and tks him

I KNOW THATS A LOT SO I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND IF YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS ONE OR IF YOU’D PREFER NOT TO BUT WHICHEVER WAY THAT ENDS UP BEING THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE. AGOOD DAY/geN

TickleTober Day 11 - Hug

~Uhm, HELLO?!? I LOVE this prompt! Never feel bad for giving me a lot; I love hearing y'all's ideas! (⁠ ^w^ ⁠) It's been a hot second since I've read the books, so I'm sorry if they feel OOC. This takes place in The Hidden Oracle when Leo shows up at Camp HB. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Leo Valdez

Ler: Will Solace

Summary: Leo is feeling like flaming garbage after returning to camp. He visits Will to make sure everything inside him is how it should be. Luckily, the healer knows just how to mend his broken spirits.

Warnings: spoilers for HOO and TOA! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“Please keep off that leg for a few days, okay? I know it feels fine, but I don't want you damaging any tissue that didn't fully heal.”

Will smiled tiredly as he sent off the last injured camper from his medical tent. The Colossus had done quite a bit of damage; he'd been helping folks almost the entire day.

With a groan, the blonde collapsed on a clean cot, running a hand down his face. He missed the sound of the tent flap opening, keeping his eyes closed.

“Uh…howdy, stranger.”

The boy jolted upwards, grabbing the nearest item and pointing it at the intruder somewhat menacingly. His face fell when he noticed that, one, he was holding a glove balloon he'd made for an upset camper, and two, Leo was the one in the opening.

“Oh…Leo! Hey, sorry about…yeah. I'm just frazzled.” Will lowered his “weapon,” hopping off the cot to greet the boy. “What's up?”

“You're cool, man. Just wanted to get a checkup, make sure all my insides came back right.” Leo chuckled, poking his own side in an attempt to lighten the mood. He and Will weren't super close; he didn't want things to be awkward.

“Right…right! How could I forget?!” Will immediately sprung up, reinvigorated by guilt and frantic panic. What if Leo's intestines didn't come back right?! It was a godly cure, and they weren't always keen on demigod safety…

“Woah- hey! It's cool, man, it's cool! You've been busy; we're good.” Leo smiled, though it was a little off-putting to Will. He seemed…less. Less excited, less energetic, less snarky.

Less himself.

After he had Leo situated on the cot, he tried to sneakily ask him how he was doing during the checkup. The fiery demigod didn't seem like the type to readily discuss his feelings.

“So how have things been since…ya know.” Will awkwardly asked as he checked Leo's reflexes. The boy's leg kicked out healthily.

“Interesting, I guess. Wish I'd gotten a cool scar or something. Would've been worth it,” Leo joked, though a small part of him was serious. A sick, bad-boy scar wouldn't have been the worst side effect.

“Hmm. Alright…” Now Will was worried; jokes like that weren't a sigh of good mental health. He'd sacrificed himself to save them, but he'd done it pretty secretively.

“Can I touch here? I need to give you a quick physical.” Will pointed to his middle, not wanting to move forward until he had consent. With Leo's nod, he continued.

“I mean, it wasn't horrid, ya know?” Leo began to ramble, trying to fill the semi-awkward silence. It was suffocating. “Sure, it hurt, but… I didn't see the underworld or anything. No real damage done!”

“Leo…” The blonde paused, furrowing his brows. Nope: that was getting addressed.

“Are you okay? Mentally, physically, all of it?”

The brunette bit his lip, feeling his eyes water. Damn it! He'd been trying so hard to stay upbeat; he'd just have to lie.

“I…” Leo's voice broke, and he cursed himself for it. Before he could bury his face in his hands and combust, a strong pair of arms wrapped around him.

“It's okay, Leo. You don't have to be perfectly happy. You're allowed to feel broken.” Will's voice was steady and soothing as he reassured the shorter boy, squeezing him just tightly enough to feel secure.

For a few minutes, Leo just melted into the embrace, letting the tears and the sounds that came with them flow. He'd been bottling up so much since he was revived, and even beforehand.

When it felt like his lungs weren't trying to kill him, Leo attempted to speak. He hated how weak his voice sounded.

“Sorry, I…yeah. Didn't mean to fall apart.” Leo's gaze fell, though quickly snapped back up when he fell Will pull away. The other boy's hands remained on his shoulders, grounding him.

“There's nothing to be sorry for, Leo. You needed to cry after literally dying and coming back to life. That's completely valid.”

How could that boy be so calming, yet make him so sad?! Leo blamed Apollo children's poetry skills.

“O-okay, okay, I get it! Quit making me all mushy, you jerk,” Leo snapped, though he instantly melted back into the hug when Will pulled him in.

“Just making sure you remember.” Will chuckled fondly, feeling a protective urge wash over him. He wanted Leo to feel safe and secure. “You wanna talk about it?”

“I…yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.” Leo nodded, feeling a bit surprised by himself. He usually hated talking about his feelings, but Will was such a nice friend; he felt secure enough to open up.

Leo told him about everything: his mother, the Wilderness camp, the fear of making his decision, the guilt from lying to his friends on the Argo II, the all-encompassing agony he'd endured during his death, the guilt he still felt from making his friends cry and coming back after Jason was gone.

Will listened to all of it, still holding Leo and helping him vent. While most of the content was saddening and serious, the blonde was happy Leo was getting it out.

“I just don't know what to do, ya know? How do I stop feeling so…ick?” Leo splayed his fingers out, trying to show his general unease with his hands.

“There's a few ways, though everyone copes differently. What're you hoping to feel instead of ‘ick’?” Will spoke gently, trying not to use too many big, mentally-concious words. It was still a miracle that Leo opened up at all.

“I dunno…happy, I guess? Less heavy. I wanna go back to feeling like I'm alive, rather than…well, ya know. Burdened.” Leo laughed at that; it felt weird to actually say “burdened” in context.

Will searched his mind, trying to remember something that would help. His thoughts wandered to one of Nico’s bad days, remembering how he'd cheered the boy up. That could work…

“Do you trust me?”

“What?” Leo tilted his head, wondering why Will just suddenly asked that. Random… “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Hold your arms out. If you hate it, tell me to stop, and I will.” Will's words were cryptic, of course; he didn't wanna spook Leo by outright asking for the goofy permission. He really did think it would help.

“Uh, okay?” Leo did as he was told, holding his arms out by his sides. The scenario felt vaguely familiar, though he couldn't place why.

Will wrapped his arms around Leo's middle once again, holding him close. Before the son of Hephaestus could question him, he felt ten wiggling fingers on each of his sides.

“Pfft- whahahahat?! Wihill!” Leo squirmed in place, his arms snapping down to his sides. Will's were already blocking the way, so he couldn't really protect himself from the tickles.

“What? Everyone needs a good laugh sometimes. These are a good way to lighten up.” Will shrugged, settling his chin on Leo's shoulder. He could feel the abnormal heat radiating off the boy, but it only made him even more comfy.

“S-seheheriously? Thihis is duhuhumb!” Wriggling around, Leo tried to pry Will's hands off. Thanks to their position, he could really only swipe at the blonde's forearms and complain.

“If you don't like it, just tell me to stop. You know I will.”

Ugh, that wasn't fair! Leo didn't actually want him to stop, but he was basically making him admit that! It was ruining his bad boy image!

“Shuhut uhuhup, Solace!”

That made Will's dumb grin double in size. Leo couldn't see it, but the sunshine boy was really happy that he was enjoying the tickles. One, he found another friend that enjoyed them, and two, he was actually helping Leo feel better. Two birds, one stone!

“I wonder if your ribs are ticklish…” Will thought out loud, moving his hands up to scribble on the backs of Leo's ribcage. He wasn't disappointed; belly laughter quickly replaced the giggles, filling Will's ears.

“CRAHAHAHAP!” Leo's warm hands settled on Will's shoulders, squeezing as he tried not to violently squirm. A very not-nice word slipped through his laughter, making Will gasp.

“Leo Valdez! Language!” Will pretended to be angry, doubling down on the rib tickles. Okay, maybe that was hypocritical—he’d said much worse during stressful moments—but it was too fun to pass up. “I won't tolerate profanity in my med bay!”

Leo snorted—dear gods, snorted—as the sensations intensified; he was losing control of himself. His hands were heating up more and more, and that only led to one thing.

“OHOKAHAHAY! *snort* STOHOHOP!”

Will immediately stopped the tickling, switching to rubbing gentle circles on Leo's back. His palms rubbed over the backs of the giggly boy's ribs, helping to ease the phantom sensations.

Leo flexed his hands as he calmed down, feeling the heat recede back into his arms and deep into his chest. Despite nearly losing control, he felt…really damn good.

“W-wohow.”

“See? Told you it would help.” Will's fond tone was appreciated, though it appealed to Leo's more mischievous side; he was already plotting revenge.

“Fihine, yeah, you were right.” Leo tried to be sarcastic, but the weight had been lifted off his chest. Even if it was only temporary, he felt relieved. “Thanks, Will. Seriously.”

“No problem, Leo. If you ever need another quick dose, I'm always here.” Will gave Leo's side a little poke, earning a giggly growl.

“Watch it, Solace. You've got one coming.” Leo gave the blonde one last hug before heading out of the tent, feeling ten pounds lighter than when he entered. He was definitely going to return the favor…

Will smiled, quickly sanitizing the cot Leo was on before allowing himself to fully relax. Man, that was fun; the stress from before was gone, leaving him tired, but happy.

After a few minutes of rest, he hauled himself out of his cot and went to find Nico. Some cuddles would be the perfect way to end such a busy day. And hey, maybe he'd drop a few hints about Leo's treatment.

Laughter is the best medicine, after all...

[trashbin-nie]

Weather The Storm: Jey Uso x Mixed! OC

Do NOT copy/translate my fics. Reblogs are always welcome!

Summary: Rosa Winters NXT women's champion, cousin Trinity (aka Naomi), introduces her to Josh Fatu, her boyfriends brother, and they hit it off this is their story

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, fluff. This story WILL contain sexual content so minors DNI

CHAPTER 2: Story of the past

Word Count: 1435

AN/ apologies for the wait 😅 Vetmed is a killer!

“Damn I wish y'all were on the main roster with us!” Josh whined. “Sounds like you two get down.”

“Mmm not really. Trin an I ride together to each show and all I hear about is ‘I wish Jon were here’ and blah blah, alla dat happened back in college. Now that's when we got down,” I said. He laughed.

I looked ahead to Trin and Jon who were smirking at us. They think they done somethin’.

“So I take it that you two are better then?” Trin asked.

“Girl you know they good as hell if Ro Ro smilin and jokin and shi’,” Jon said.

I rolled my eyes, lips pursed, and arms crossed. “I know you want something else Trin.”

“Well Smackdown on Friday is supposed to be in Orlando, the same city as NXT on Saturday, and we were planning on heading down early to see the fam anyway, sooooo do you mind if they ride with us?” She asked, hugging Jon's arm with a huge smile on her face.

I sighed, her eyes were practically glimmering with hearts as she looked between me and him. My eyes closed, I breathed out yet another sigh, and said, “Fine, on one condition.”

“Anything.” She said her eyes darkening.

“I do zero driving, and I sit in the back seat,” I said holding my hand out, but snatched it away before she could grab it, adding, “and you must promise like we did as children so no take-backs, begging, or acting like this exchange didn’t happen, got it?”

“Ugh, yes! Just gimme yo’ hand now,” she demanded.

I placed my hand out for her to start. We did our handshake before locking our pinkies at the end, and Trin said, “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” and to seal the deal we kept our pinkies locked and touched thumbs.

We nodded to each other before letting go and starting to walk away.

The boys watched us confused the entire exchange, and hadn't even realized we left so they were stuck catching up.

“Wait a damn minute what did we just witness?” Jon asked.

“Our handshake?” I said without looking at him.

“Nah nah nah, that wasn't no handshake, that was finger voodoo,” Josh said, his eyes wide.

“Damn straight. What he said. You two almost as synched up as us, and we twins!” Jon said.

“Oh. We're practically twins born on the same day, year, and time as the other,” Trin and I spoke in unison. “Just different hospital rooms, and mothers.”

“Freaky,” Jon shivered, hugging himself.

“Oh please Jerdy, you already knew that,” Trin said, slapping him on the arm. I giggled, my eyes crinkling at the edges and I covered my mouth.

We all walked out to the car and packed up our gear, well Trin and I did, the boys' things were already in the trunk. I loaded my backpack into the backseat, then grabbed my fuzzy corgi blanket from the front seat before hopping in.

The others didn’t take long to join me, Trin in the front passenger Jon in the drivers seat and Josh joined me in the back behind Trinity.

“Erreybody ready?” Jon asked.

We all agreed and with that we were off. I sat tucked against the window wrapped in my blanket, my eyes were drooping and my head was bobbing, I shook my head trying to wake myself up and join the conversation.

“Oh I got a great story about Rosie,” Trin said, a devious smile on her face.

“Ok so get this, Ro and I went to different High Schools; her in Pensacola and me in Orlando, but we spent every weekend together, and she had this gigantic crush on one of the star football players, and she didn't even know his name!” She said.

“Oh jesus christ,” I said, “Can we maybe not tell this story?”

“Not how this works Ma’ continue Trin,” Josh said

“Nah I'll let Ro tell this one,” Trin said.

“Ugh I hate you. Ok, so, seven-ish years ago:

“Trin, I swear he's so hot, and sweet,” I gushed.

“Girl you spoke to that boy once an’ you don't even know his name!” Trin yelled exasperated, rolling her eyes.

I scowled, “Yeah, well, the one time I did speak to him he was kind and cute,” I said, sticking my tongue out. “Granted, I did only talk to him cuz he accidentally sent a football at mach 10 into my back knocking me out of my position.”

“Exactly you don’ even know this boy and you crushin’ on him?” Trin asked, throwing her arms up falling back on my bed.

“I do not have a crush on him, he's just attractive and nice. He's also a senior so he's got two years on my ass,” I said shrugging while playing with the rings on my finger.

“Mhm, you gon’ call me tomorrow and you're gon’ tell me you down bad,” she said, lifting only her head.

“I will not,” I said.

-The following day-

I was rushing through the halls that morning, having woken up late and missing my bus.

Quickly I opened my locker and shoved the things I didn't need in there before slamming it shut and taking off. Unfortunately today really wasn't my day and I smacked right into someone spilling my water all over my cheer uniform.

“Dammit! I'm so sorry! I-” I paused looking up. No way, I crashed into the stupid cute football player, I'm just gonna crawl into a hole and die. “I wasn't watching where I was going and I guess I didn't screw the lid on right in my disaster this morning, and now your jersey and you are soaked and I'm so so so sorry! Oh jeez uhh I'll go find some paper towels!”

He grabbed my arm, his eyebrows raised in amusement, “You sure can talk Rose, that's for sure,” he said, chuckling. “No worries I got this its just water it won't kill me, you go to class you look like you gon’ explode.”

“I-uh Thanks, I'm sorry again,” I said turning and running away my face beet red, and tears burning my eyes.

I couldn't believe I had done that! I'm such an idiot and then I just wouldn't shut the hell up, I am a total social failure.

I trudged my way to class no longer hyped up on adrenaline but 100% feeling the after effects. I sat at my seat dropping my head on the desk with a very loud thud.

“Uh oh Ms. too good for Sophomore math looks like she's had *quite* the morning,” My only friend outside of the cheer squad, Joe, said laughing.

“Oh yeah laugh it up Mr. I can't do math to save my life,” I said, I turned my head, but my face was still smushed into the desk. My eyes red from the few tears that escaped.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Woke up late, missed the bus so I had to sprint three miles to get here even *close* to on time, then I threw my shit into my locker, slammed it shut and started running again. Only I didn't get very far before crashing into the cute football guy and throwing all my water on my uniform and his jersey,” I said with a blank look on my face. “As you can see everything is spectacular.”

“Oh man, I'm sorry Ro that sucks,” Joe said.

“It's fine too late now,” I said, sitting up and grabbing my math notebook.

Naturally, later when I got home I called Trin and told her all about it, and she laughed her ass off. Definitely knows how to make her twin from a different bin feel just *amazing.*

Over the course of a few months I interacted more with the guy, but I could never figure out what his name was! I dunno what's up with guys an’ not usin’ their real names, but it's really starting to piss me off.

Then graduation came and went and I never saw the guy again. It's too bad really.” I said.

“Damn girl we went to Pensacola too, we probably knew the guy!” Jon exclaimed shocked, but Josh remained eerily quiet.

“Josh?” I said. He snapped out of his trance.

“What? No, I'm good I was just thinking but I can't think of anyone it could be,” Josh said turning towards the window.

The rest of the car ride, everyone kept exchanging stories, and I fell asleep somewhere along the way, thinking about Josh's sudden quietness.

[allied-mastercunt]

Gorrister x reader headcannons? Please :o)

Gorrister dating headcanons

We're going book Gorrister because I wanna talk about book Gorrister.

Dating Gorrister pre-AM would be rather cool since he was a really passionate man and you cannot tell me he didn't love with all he had.

And while I could go on about pre-AM Gorrister, y'all are not here for nice things, are ya?

No, you're here to witness the tragedy of a passionate, world-loving activist changing into a nihilist who kicked Ellen for being too emotional.

We're here to see his darling weeping as they see Gorrister's loud and proud personality fade away, his eyes losing their spark, his smile fading slowly, day by day.

We're here to see Gorrister's darling witness the man they love simply... fading away, becoming only a shell.

To see his kisses become shallow, emotionless, almost as if he only kissed you because it's something he's supposed to do, not because he loves you.

To see him no longer hold you tightly whenever something was up and only keeping and arm around you after you begged... It all hurt.

It hurt how he still did most of the thing he used to, only for it all to feel completely different.

To feel so... neglectful, done out of habit rather than out of love.

It kills your soul, to see him like this and know you can't fix it.

And AM giggles about it.

[dumbasslesbi2]

But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend? ~ Chapter 5 (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Summary:

Agatha and Rio are finally finishing their senior year! It defiantly wasn't easy but they made through it!

Notes:

IT'S DONE!!! IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!! Just kidding y'all but this is technically the last chapter lol. This was super fun for me and it's the first time I've ever finished a multi chapter fanfic. There will be a post after chapter but besides that I'm pretty much done and happy with how this mini series came out. As always please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.

It had been months now since Agatha started living with Rio’s grandmother and cousin, slowly but surely it took a bit to adjust but she started to fit right in. Rio even began teaching Agatha some Spanish since Agatha wanted to understand her grandmother better. She regretted only taking French now instead of Spanish in school but Rio says it wouldn't have helped her anyways. Agatha even started watching some of Rio grandmother's novelas with her. Even though she couldn't understand them, she could still tell what was going on and sometimes Rio came in just to translate some parts to her. Even though the pair had now been not only living together but sharing a room together, they actually fought a lot but it was never that serious. They would always fight and then make out, the two were definitely not a regular couple. It had been getting closer to prom and even though Rio always told herself that she would never go, now that she had Agatha she wanted to go. Agatha honestly didn't care either way until she heard Rio was going to be in a suit. The two kept it like a wedding and didn't show each other what outfits they would wear, Agatha even went to Wanda's to get ready and then from there have Rio pick her up. 

“I don't know Wanda, do you think Rio will like it?” Agatha questioned, curling the ends of her hair. “Agatha shut up, you look gorgeous and Rio thinks you look hot in anything. She literally clings on you when you come to school in your fugly sweaters” Wanda said, putting on eyeliner. “Hey! My sweaters are not fugly! Rio said - oh wait ok, I see your point” Agatha told her, groaning. Wanda couldn't help but laugh. Agatha heard a ding and knew it was her phone so she checked it to see Rio was texting her.

Hi sweetheart, you almost ready? I'm thinking of heading out in 20, is that enough time? 💚

Hi baby, yeah 20 works. Wanda’s finishing up her makeup and I'm finishing my hair so you should be good

Perfect, te veo 💚

Agatha couldn't help but smile at her phone. “Stop smiling at your phone weirdo, I don't need you having wet dreams in my bathroom” Wanda said giggling. Agatha acted shocked, “I was not having wet dreams! You just wish that you had a loving relationship like mine” Agatha said with a huff. “I do, we're just not freaky like you two” Wanda said with a deadpan tone. The twenty minutes went relatively quick for the two and before they knew it Rio was already at the door. “Ok you wait here and I'll go get it, I'll call for you to come out. You look grog” Wanda said, rushing to open the door. Rio was semi disappointed to see Wanda greeting her at the door but she understood they wanted to make a bigger deal out of the outfit reveal. “Hey Rio, let me go get Agatha. She's gonna love you in this”Wanda said, rushing to call for Agatha. “Agatha! You can come out!” Wanda yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Slowly but surely Agatha came out and stopped when she saw Rio. She had her hair up in a messy bun with a suit that snatched her curves perfectly. Rio was also just as stunned by Agatha, she had a perfect purple dress that made her look like a princess. Agatha finally made it down the stairs to which Rio took out her corsage. “Surprise, my lady” Rio said, holding out the flower. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said, taking the flower and pinning it to her dress. “Awww you two are so cute. Here let me take a pic” Wanda said, pulling out her phone. The two posed and knew they were going to have to take a bunch of pictures later. “Well we're gonna head out, speaking of, where's Vision?” Agatha asked, realizing he still hasn't shown. “Well about that, he-” Wanda was interpreted by a car horn from outside. When they went to go look they saw Vision coming out of a limousine. “Holy shit. No way” said Agatha, in clear shock. “Yes way and you can come with us” Wana said giggling. “Oh my God, please baby please can we go in the limo” Agatha pleaded to Rio. “Fuck yeah” Rio said, still in shock that her friends got a limousine. The limo ride wasn't that long but they got to take a lot of pictures with it at the school and bumped music the whole way to the school. 

Prom was fun for all of them and they were all happy they could spend it with each other. They eventually found Jen and Alice together, the two had shown up late due to “Alice's makeup being difficult” but Rio already knew that it was cause they were fucking or something in that vain. As the night came to a close the prom king and queen was announced to be Wanda and Vision. Agatha couldn't have been happier for her best friend and cheered for the two. As a small celebration, the group went to go party at Alice's after the prom. So here they all were, drinking and sitting in Alice's garage. “So do you guys know what or where you're going after highschool?” Alice questioned, fiddling with her hair. “Well I already told you but I'm going into skincare and beauty products for sure” Jen said, nudging Alice. “That makes so much sense, no wonder you have such perfect skin” Agatha groaned, never connecting the dots. “What about you, Harkness?” Alice asked. “ Well I thought maybe some high end four year but now I'm starting to realize that I never really wanted that. I'm thinking of being a detective so I might just go to community to start with criminal justice” Agatha said, putting her arm around Rio's waist. “Really babe? Are you sure you wanna do community” Rio asked, knowing how bad Agatha had wanted to be accepted into a university. “ Yeah baby, it's cheaper and plus I get to go with you” Agatha said , kissing Rio on the cheek. The friend group couldn’t help but awe but Alice and Jen decided to fake gag which caused Rio to hiss at the two. “Welp, I guess my cat is out of the bag. Community college for moi” Rio said dramatically. “We get it Rio”Alice said with a groan. “Alice, why don’t you tell the group what you told me” Rio said with a smile. “Of course you would do this to me. I’m going to the police academy to become a cop” she said, awkwardly looking down. This caused Wanda and Agatha to almost spit out their drinks. “Wait! You wanna be a cop despite what we’re doing right now is illegal” Wanda questioned, looking around for cameras. “Hey! I’m not a cop yet! Plus people can live a little” Alice protested. “Trust me, I found it funny as fuck since when she told me we were skipping second period and were getting high” Rio said with a laugh. “What about you Wanda?” Rio asked, still laughing a bit. “Oh I’m aiming to become a veterinarian and Vision wants to become a lawyer” Wanda said, giggling looking at Vision. “Yeah it’ll be a lot of work for the both of us but we’ll make it work” Vision said, putting an arm around Wanda. The group continued to discuss their future plants while also just joking around. It didn’t take long though for the time to pass and next thing they knew it was time for graduation.

Agatha was fixing her shawl and pins before ready to leave with Rio. “I’m sorry we have to leave early babe” Agatha looked back apologizing to Rio. “It’s fine, plus we have to make sure Miss Valedictorian is all ready for her speech” Rio said, sneaking in a kiss on the cheek. “Mmm thank you sweetheart” Agatha told her, turning so she could kiss her on the lips. “Alright I think I’m all set to go now” Agatha said, looking again in the mirror to make sure she looked good. “You look perfect baby, come on let’s go” Rio said, dragging Agatha by the arm. Once they got there all their friends were already there since Wanda and Jen were also high achieving students. “Can you guys believe this is real?” Wanda asked, still shocked how fast the time went by. “Eh, it was going to happen eventually, if you wanna have a real dilemma think about when you’re gonna die” Rio said jokingly but shocked Wanda and made her traumatized. “Rio” Agatha groaned, knowing how Rio loves to traumatize people. “Wanda she didn’t mean that, don’t think about that. Think how we’re graduating and how happy you were about that!” Agatha said, basically shaking her friend. Before they all knew it, it was time for the ceremony. Agatha gave her speech and honestly Rio couldn’t remember a word she said but she could tell you how beautiful she looked giving it. Since Agatha was Valedictorian  she got her diploma first and sat back down at her seat at the podium. When it was Rio’s turn to go up she gave zero fucks and after getting the diploma instead of walking down the stairs, she went to go kiss Agatha to which the whole stadium cheered. After getting her kiss she walked down the stairs after the teachers got upset at her, Agatha couldn’t help but laugh. Once they finished and turned their tassels, Agatha went running down from the podium. When she saw Rio she basically flung herself at her and Rio caught her. The two lovers spun for a minute before kissing in the crowd of graduating high schoolers. They weren’t sure what the rest of the future would bring the two but they did know one thing. “I love you Agatha Harkness” Rio said after separating from the kiss. “I love you Rio Vidal” Agatha said giggling, giving Rio another kiss.

[taylormarieee]

~Love and Zombies~

Part: 1

Summary: You are living with Hershel on the farm. He adopted you when you were stranded during this apocalypse. When Newcomers come to the farm seeking help and refuge. You fall in love with a handsome, married Officer.

Word Count: 870

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Carl being shot, Fluff, a little sadness, Reader and Ricks relationship starting, Lori being a tad bit jealous.

Pairing: Rick Grime X Fem!Greene!Reader

You and Maggie were in the kitchen helping Patricia with the dishes and cleaning up for supper. You were washing the dishes and Maggie was setting the table when suddenly, Maggie looked out the window to see a man running from the woods holding a boy.

"Uhh Daddy! There's a man outside runnin with a boy in his hands!" Maggie yells worriedly

"Omg! Patricia, get Beth and come meet us outside!" You say running outside with Hershel and Maggie. Soon, Beth and Patricia join us.

"What's happened?" Asked Hershel. "Please, m-my boy, he's been shot! Can ya help?" The Officer asks with sweat and tears running down his face. "Patricia, Help me get the tools and medicine! Sir, bring him inside! And Maggie, get some wet towels cuz he's burnin' up." You say, your accent thick when you speak.

The Officer nods and rushes inside with Hershel leading him into a room. You and Patricia rush into the room with antibiotics and certain tools needed for this operation. Maggie starts wiping the boys face with wet towels as Hershel starts to remove his bloody clothes.

"Uhm Sir, what's your name?" You ask gently leading him away from his son to give Hershel space to work. "Uh It's Rick. Rick Grimes." He says running his hands through his hair. "Ok Rick, look at me." He looks at you with a worried look in his eyes. "Ok good, Your son is in good hands. He's gonna be ok. If he's anything like his father, he is brave and strong."You say rubbing his shoulders to comfort him.

"Ok. Just please take care of him. He's all I have." He says crying. You notice a ring on his finger. "Rick, where is your wife? Is she Ok?" You ask curiously. "Oh god! My wife! She's Ok, but she's back at the trailer and the rest of the group is waiting for us." He says panicking.

"Hershel! How's it lookin over there?" You say trying to calm the man in front of you down. "Not so good, He's lost a lot of blood. We're gonna need to remove this bullet fast and hope that he doesn't die."

God was this going to be a long night...

Soon, Rick's whole group arrived and so did the boy, who's name is Carl, has survived the surgery, and the night. Rick and his wife, Lori stayed with Carl, while Rick continued to donate blood to Carl. 'What a good father you thought and handsome too. -Wait... What are you thinking? He is married.'

You shove your thoughts down and walk into the room where Shane, Lori, Dale, and Andrea are.

"Lori? Carl is stable. His breathing is fine and with the blood Rick is giving, he should recover soon. For now he needs to rest." You say smiling at the people in the room. "Oh thank you! I don't know what we would have done without you! Thank you...?" She trails off awaiting your name. "Y/n Ma'am. My names Y/n!" She smiles and hugs you. "Thank you Y/n" She says smiling. "Your welcome Lori!" you say holding her hands before walking off to find Maggie and Beth.

"Maggie! Beth! Where are y'all goofballs?" While trying to find Maggie and Beth you ram into someones strong muscular chest and find yourself stumbling backwards and tripping. When you think your body's gonna hit the ground you feel arms weakly hold you from falling. You look up to see a pale Rick holding on to you.

You stare into his beautiful blue Irises, and to anyone else this would look like a scene straight out of a romance movie. As you both stare at each other, a woman's voice interrupts the beautiful moment.

"Uhm What's going on here? Are we interruptin' something?" Maggie asks with a smirk on her face. "Uh no, sorry she almost fell so I caught 'er." Rick says smiling and slowly bring you up to your feet. Lori is standing right next to Maggie and she seems pissed and a little jealous. Rick looks at his wife and clears his throat while you put your head down and walk next to Maggie.

"Uhm Rick t-thank you for catching me. I owe you one!" You say putting on an awkward smile. "Uh yea, no problem." Rick says weakly holding onto a wall. "Uh Rick you don't look too good? You need to rest." Maggie says. "Yea, thanks Maggie! I'll put him to rest." Lori says clenching her jaw.

You and Maggie both awkwardly walk away and head up to her room. "You totally like him! Those puppy dog eyes give it away sister!" She says excitedly. "No Maggie! I can't, He is married." You say shaking your head.

"Sister, Have you seen the tension between Shane and Lori? They clearly have or Had something going on behind Rick's back and haven't told him! Just talk to Rick, get to know him." She says smiling. I roll my eyes and get up and say goodnight to everyone, even Carl who is now awake and responsive.

Maybe you will take up on Maggie's offer and go for it.

After all you always get what you want...

A/N: I know this is a little short but I like it! This is Chapter 1 to my new series called "Love and Zombies!" So I hope y'all enjoy and I will probably post Chapter 2 soon.

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