#all the kids gunned down in schools? nah

[tvmusiclife]

tiktok ban proves one thing, your american politicians aways have the ability to DO something, but they all choose NOT to

[tojigasm]

Sheep and Wolf

Authors note: omgg, it's been almost an entire year since I've posted a Toji fic, but here he is!! Back in the flesh, he returneth! I hope you all enjoy it!! <33

Warnings: 18+ nsfw, smut, fluff, creampie, kissing, pet names, angst, Christopher Nolan, blood, guns, mentions of bandaging a wound, Toji being old

Toji, who calls you while you're at school, chuckling into the phone when you complain about your professors and the schoolwork you've got to finish by the end of the week.

"I'm still havin' you watch that Christopher Nolan film tonight," he teases, and you can hear his smirk on the end of the line.

"Noooo," you whine, "you're gonna torture me with your film bro shit on top of my homework?" You sigh, and you can hear him laugh, "doesn't mean the film is gonna be any better just because I'm being forced to watch it."

"Yeah, yeah, kid," tojis voice deepens some, and you find yourself smiling at the rasp of it, "now go learn something."

He can hear you giggle on the other end before the line clicks off, and he turns back to looking over folders for his next mission.

—

Toji, who rolls his eyes when you get amped up at night time. Too excited and too happy to fall asleep.

You're wiggling around under the covers until a firm hand grounds your thigh to the mattress.

"M'kay, I think that's enough." Toji warns gently, scrolling through his phone with his other hand. "It's bedtime."

Your idea of "bed time" lasts momentarily before you're shuffling yourself under the covers and wiggling about as you giggle.

You've come to learn that Toji is a very patient boyfriend, but his limits still exist in full, and they become very apparent when interfering with his usual bedtime schedule.

"Y/n," he puts his phone down to watch your hump of sheets and pillows stop at his voice, "what did i just say."

You sheepishly crawl back up to the top of the bed and go to sleep.

—

Toji, who comes back home, stumbling up the wooden stairs, scraped, torn, and bloodied.

The sound of stairs weaning under his unsteady steps pulls you from your sleep to find him slumped against the railing of the wall, pressing his hand to his side.

"Oh my god, toji!" You make your way to him, kneeling on the step above him to look him over. "What did you do, oh my god," You pull his arm over your shoulder to help him stand, and he hisses through his teeth.

"I didn't do shit, not my fault i didn't know the asshole had a fuckin' gun."

Once to the master bathroom, you sit him on the edge of the tub, peeling his shirt up to assess the bloody wound.

"Is it..?"

Toji shakes his head tiredly, waving you off to grab the rubbing alcohol from beside you.

"Nah, I fished the bullet out on the way here." He pulls the collar of his shirt into his mouth in preparation.

You scoot yourself back some to watch him pour the isopropyl over his bloody skin. This was his field anyways, you'd decided.

"Fuck!" Toji groans, throwing his head back.

Working quickly, you move back to help clean the wound with water from the tub before wrapping his stomach with guaze.

He passes out on the edge of the tub, and you stay with him until morning. It'd become a semi-regular routine in his area of work, though the first couple of times you'd been so terrified and he'd felt so bad that the next day after the event you'd have a newly wrapped present on the kitchen counter.

The presents now are that he even makes it back at all.

—

Toji, who fills you so well, you sob.

His cock stretches you open and runs along your gummy walls, thick and girth length sends a pulse of pleasure through your cunt.

"So fuckin' tight. Shit m'gettin' close." Toji groans, kissing up the side of your neck.

"Wanna have your baby," you sob, pulling at his thick raven hair.

Toji chuckles at that, pulling back some to gently cup your cheeks in his hands.

"No, y'dont." He kisses the soft of both cheeks and then your nose and then your lips. "Don't wanna be stuck with his old man forever, do you?"

You giggle through heavy tears, and he holds you tighter to him. A large hand strokes over your head as he pumps into you.

"You're doin' so good." He kisses you, pulling back to rest his forehead to your own, "you're such a good girl."

His thumb strokes your clit and the other presses your knee to the bed, holding you open.

"Sweet angel."

And when his heat fills you, you bite into his shoulder and cum. Gummy walls squeezing around his girth and pulling him in.

—

Toji, who lies with you on your balcony, whispering how much he loves you under the stars after a long week.

"No, that one is big dipper." You laugh, falling back to his chest.

"Sorry I'm not a fuckin' nerd and spend my free time drawin' magical pictures in the fuckin stars." Toji sighs.

"Hey!" You hit his chest, "they're not magical. They're literally right there." You look back up at the sky again.

"Mhm, sure."

The cool breeze of the night blankets the two of you from your shared apartment balcony. It sings and howls through the trees.

Toji's hoodie is soft and envelopes you in its warmth against him. The material thin enough for you to hear his heartbeat through his own shirt.

There's a gentle beat of silence where Toji strokes his knuckles over your cheek back and forth.

"Know I love you, right, kid?" He asks.

You nod against his chest, and you can feel him nod back.

"You're a good girl."

—

Toji, who's age, catches up to him in cruel and unkind ways.

It starts small, him squinting to read the menu print when the two of you go out. At first, you had teased him about it, and he had pushed you with a heavy eye roll.

Then it turned to squinting while watching TV and reading books and driving, so he got readers and contacts.

Sometimes, his age is ridden in late night returns to home. He hardly makes it up the stairs, and there's evidence of his hardship written into grooves in the railings and the light stripes of wood that've been bleached time and time again from his blood.

At others, it's in far more relaxed ways.

When his hair turns a salt and pepper mix that he's no longer able to trim away to ensure his youth. Rather, the white and greys start at the roots now, speckling throughout his thick raven tufts.

And sometimes, it's in the way he rolls the two of you over. Forcing you on top of him as he fills you to the brim. He holds you by the hips, helping to guide you along the length of him at your own pace.

—

Toji, who calls you, choked up on the other line, and you know he won't be coming home.

"I want you to–"

"Toji, please tell me what's going on," you sob, the sound of rain and his shaky pants fill the line.

"Goddamnit, y/n! Listen to me!" He scolds you, and you hang on the tip of every word. Relishing in the realization that it might be the last time you speak to him. The last time he speaks to you. The last time he'd ever have to calm you down, get frustrated with you.

"Toji," you weep, sobbing into the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Honey, I need you to listen to me." He groans on the other end. "You remember the key to the safe?"

You nod, sniffling into your arm, stifling a wale.

"Y/n?"

"Yes!" You cry.

"Good girl, good."

And it almost feels as though he's there with you. Holding you to him and whispering sweet nothings into your hair as you cry in his arms.

Almost as if you'd wake up, and everything would go back to the way it was that morning.

"I want you to take everything and call Nanami." He waits a beat, "you hear me, sweetheart?"

"Yes, yes," you cry through a shaken nod, "I'll call Nanami. I promise."

"He'll help you." He hisses, "you're gonna be okay, baby." He tries to soothe you.

"When will I see you? Are you coming with me?" You ask pitifully. As though you don't know. As though he won't lie to protect you. As though asking the question might tear the fabric of your reality and pull you back to last night when he pulled you into his arms to sleep.

There's a soft moment before he stumbles over his words, "i– you don't need to worry about me, kid." He sighs.

He lets you cry for a moment, soothing you from his end.

"M'sorry I couldn't give you that kid you wanted or half the things you deserve. You're a good girl, far too good fr'me."

"Toji, please," you sob.

"Be good fr'me, okay?"

Your hand strokes over your cheek, mimicking his late touch.

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too, kid."

The line clicks.

[rowretro]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

request by @nikipedia07 <3 I think I may hav gone a lil off track w this one but hope u love it sweetie

✧warnings: violent descriptions, yandere/toxic themes

✧synopsis: Jay is a fairly well known mafia boss around Korea. However, there is a small area where he's never been seen. An area where his enemy is hiding in, and were his beloved lives. When he first set his eyes on y/n, he didn't think about anything else but making her his, and so he decided to even put through the worst, just to make her love him the way he loves her.

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It all started when he was on a mission. Of course she didn't see him but he saw her. how she hugged some kids, shielding them from the suited men gunning down some other tatted men. God he loved the look of fear in her eyes, and how adorable she was shielding the small kids. Jay nodded at the men, and they walked off, not even bothering to glance in y/n's direction. Since the day he set eyes on the angel princess, he knew she was meant to be his,

That's how Jay found himself in high school, in uniform, despite being in his twenties. He threatened the head to make sure he was in every single one of y/n's class. which meant dealing with some crazy students. "Oh my god bitch could you like shut da fuck up?" Lia said glaring at Sungchan who was just eating his Cheetos "you talking to me?" Sungchan asked as the girl rolled eyes.

"Nah bitch I was talking to the girl stroking the wall- YES YOU YOU WANKER!" Lia yelled as Y/n turned around frowning "Is this a classroom or your bedroom?! Lia language. Sungchan, put those snacks away and focus." Y/n warned as she took more notes "Damn lady you gotta chill-" Sungchan mumbled as he put his Cheetos away.

Jay glanced at Sungchan, not liking his bullshit one bit. However he bit his tongue, he didn't snap at the male and instead, stared at y/n. God when he saw his darling focus solely on teaching the students, being so patient and sweet no matter how bitchy they were, he feels so calm.

"Kay class... I'll see you after break-" y/n said with a smile as she left the room. "She has got to be one of the hottest teachers in the school" Jinyoung said as he turned to the group of boys "She's like 2 or 3 years older than us- how is she teaching?" Lia asked as the boys shrug "I mean I don't care, at least I get a nice view everytime she walks in-" Yuta says with a smirk, stretching his arms out.

Jay groaned as he stayed put in his seat. sleeping on his desk, trying to remain calm. Only 3 more minutes of this. Then his darling will come back. "Ok break ended 5 minutes ago. phones away, everyone back in your seats please," Y/n called out as the students rolled their eyes, getting back into their seat.

As y/n continued to teach, she noticed that the class weren't even trying to pay attention, all of them messing about, sleeping around, eating snacks. It was as if she wasn't even there. They didn't hear her, they didn't bother listening to her, it was like she was talking to a brick wall. Except one student, who was actively listening and taking notes. Jay.

However, the noise only got worse all of a sudden. Not the students being even more annoying, but instead they were screaming. Many ducked down and hid under their tables. "Ah fuck you have got to be fucking kidding me." Jay mumbled, getting up as he pulled a gun out, shooting the 4 enemies that had broken in to kill him. His uniform was now stained with blood as his men walked in.

"Clean the bodies I'm done with this act." Jay said as he walked up to y/n pulling her up, his arm around her waist, as her body hit his, his eyes met her panicked pair. "So fucking beautiful... and all mine. You think I sat in school again for fun? I graduated I don't even have to be here." Jay said as he carried her, out of the classroom, ignoring her kicks and screams. "OH MY GOD HE'S PARK FUCKIN JONGSEONG-" Lia screamed as she showed the search results on her phone.

"why did you even come then?..." y/n mumbled to herself, unaware that Jay heard "I needed to get close to my princess before I take her to my palace... see y/n from now you will be living the life you deserve, a husband with expensive black suits who can give you many black cards... sweetheart you need a sweetheart. Me." Jay simply said as the girl frowned.

(OK SO IM NOT HAPPY WITH THIS, I THINK I WENT OFF TRACK BUT I'LL DO A PART 2 FOR THIS IF UW)

[eyrina-avatar]

Explaining Periods to The Sullys

synopsis: reader explains what a period is to the Sully kids (with the help of kiri)

pairings: neteyam x reader implied couple(aged up), reader x sully kids + spider

genre: idk, informative??/ comedy???

author's note: you guys didn't forget about dr. max patel, right? I barely see him in anyone's writing. proofread once

warnings: mention of female bodies(?), periods, blood, slight gun mention(nothing violent), maybe a few swear words, slight suggestive comment, slight stabbing threat(threat was made as a joke- calm down guys)

word count: 1.6k words

"OOF" you rubbed your forehead as your butt had just landed on the floor.

"I'm always forgetting that my avatar form is taller than my human body" you sighed as you got up.

"This is the third time this week that you've bumped into that doorpost" Norm snickered before hitting himself on the light bulb above him that was illuminating the lab.

"Crap" he murmured, rubbing the top of his head in pain.

"Ha!" you let out in retaliation.

Spider and Lo'ak laughed at the scene unfolding while Kiri and Neteyam rolled their eyes.

"Anyways, what was it that you kids wanted from the lab?" Norm squinted at the Sully kids, weary of their intentions.

"We just wanted to see where it is that y/n does all of her experiments" Lo'ak responded as he played around with the light fixtures, flipping through some different light colors illuminating a plant.

"Whatever, just don't break anything or the top scientist with have my head for any more expenses." Norm warned

"It's alright, Norm. I'm watching them. They won't break anything. And if they do, I won't take Lo'ak hunting again." You reassured him.

"Hey, what do I have to do with that! You know if you don't teach me how to use one of those rifle thingies then I'll have to wait for my dad. And you know how that is. The last time he taught me was months ago, he's been too busy teaching Neteyam." Lo'ak side eyed his older brother.

"Pff, it's not my fault that you're not responsible enough and that dad gets nervous every time you have a gun in your hands." Neteyam shot back.

"But-"

"Then you'll just have to stop touching everything you see in the lab, Lo'ak. You see? Easy peasy. Problem solved. Then you won't break anything and I can give you your next lesson tomorrow." You patted Lo'ak's back and gave Norm a reassuring smile. 'Don't worry,' you mouthed and turned around, focusing your attention on the Sully kids.

"So, what's the plan?" you tilted your head in question.

"Well, I've gotta get a new oxygen tank for my mask and-" Spider headed for the cabinets

"SPIDER, are you for real?"

"What?" he shook his shoulder in question.

"You're still using those crappy RDA masks that need a wire and oxygen tank and all of that. I thought Norm gave you the new ones, from my research company."

"You own a company?" Max teased as raised his eyebrows at you.

"No... you know what I mean. I mean the science department that I'm part of. The new scientists that came to Pandora after your disastrous RDA was kicked out." You shot a look at the doctor.

"Really, you didn't have to go that far..."

"Oh, lighten up Max." you patted his shoulders. "Anyways, where are those new masks? Spider needs one, he's still using those outdated ones."

"Really, those old masks shouldn't even work anymore." Max shook his head and handed Spider a mask, "Here you go, kid."

"I thought Norm gave him one." Max crossed his arms while conversing.

"Nah, I guess Norm's been too distracted with the Na'vi school he took over after Grace" You shrugged.

"Yea... well, see you later guys, I have some more research to work on." he waved before walking away.

"So, Spider, let's get this thing on. All you have to do is take off all of those wires and that old mask. Next, just put this one on like you did the old one and adjust it and it should start working immediately." You helped Spider with the process while Kiri visited her mother's avatar body.

"No tank or anything?" Spider questioned.

"Nope, this has a little filter thing that automatically filters out the carbon and nitrogen inside the mask. No more heavy tank for you to use." You threw the old air tank to the disposal pile and was headed towards one of your plants before being interrupted by Lo'ak.

"Hey y/n, what's this?" Lo'ak held up a packet of pills.

"Lo'ak, put that back." Neteyam scolded before snatching the pills from his hand and placing it back on your table.

"It says, birth-control," Lo'ak scrunched his eyebrows while reading the words on the wrapper.

"Take once a day to prevent pregnancy..."Spider read aloud before putting the pills back.

"Woah..." Lo'ak and Spider let out in unison before giving you and Neteyam looks.

"Are you guys...doing ummm...having errr" Lo'ak stumbled as tried to get the words out of his mouth.

"First of all, that's none of your business! Second, those pills aren't even for my avatar body. They're for my human body, and not for what you think it is."

"Then for what?" Spider raised his eyebrows at you.

"They're for my period. But only for my human body because my avatar doesn't get periods." You sighed in having to explain periods to fifteen-year-old boys.

"What's a period?" Lo'ak asked.

"Women things." Kiri responded as she rolled her eyes at her brother's nosiness.

"And how would you know? You're a na'vi." Spider interrogated.

"Because girls talk to girls about things they don't talk to boys about. Duh." Kiri shot back.

"So, what is it?" Lo'ak waved his hands in question.

"Yea, what's a, um- a period? Isn't that the little dot that goes at the end of a sentence? At least that's what Norm taught me..." Spider trailed off.

"Yea, you're partially correct, Spider," you gave a small nod as you thought about how you were going to explain things.

"But umm.. I'm talking about a different type of period called menstruation. It's when a female human bleeds for 5-7 days straight each month." you let out as you saw Spider's and Lo'ak's faces change from curiosity to shock.

"L M F A O- Is that how you spell it? FIVE TO SEVEN DAYS STRAIGHT?? You've got to be kidding me. You don't expect us to believe that, right? I mean, sometimes Spider and I do dumb things but you don't expect us to be stupid enough to fall for that, right?" Lo'ak simply stared at you, waiting for a response.

"No, she's right. You guys could definitely learn a thing or two about humans." Neteyam rolled his eyes at his younger brother's ignorance.

"Wait, wait, wait," Spider held his arms out in shock, "You actually bleed for up to a week and don't die? How the hell do you not die?"

"And why do you bleed for that long? And from where are you bleeding?" Lo'ak pitched in.

"She's bleeds from her pu-"

"Kiri." Neteyam warned.

"What? It's true. Might as well be blunt with these two skxawngs." Kiri rolled her eyes again.

"So basically, when a human female starts getting more physically mature, sorta like coming of age.. Her body starts preparing for pregnancy every month. It basically lines the uterus and gets ready for a baby. When the body sees that there is no baby, the uterus starts shedding it's lining for about 5-7 days until it's cleaned up. The shedding comes out in blood and that's what causes the bleeding."

"..."

"What?" You cocked your head in question.

"So basically, because you didn't get knocked up, your body bleeds?" Lo'ak squints his eyes, trying to understand the information he was just given.

"What's so hard about that?" Spider shrugged.

"WH- WHAT'S SO HARD ABOUT THAT?! Are you guys kidding me or what?" You mouth drops at the nonsense you hear coming from the younger boy's mouth.

"You bimbos, it's not just bleeding. It involves many symptoms such as heavy cramping, back pain, nausea, dizziness, fatigue, mood swings, headaches, appetite changes , and more." Kiri stated as she crossed her arms.

"So the symptoms of a cold, big deal." Spider spat out, trying to minimize the severity of everything.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you just say big deal? Maybe I should put a fucking knife in your stomach to see if that's a big deal or not because that's what the cramps feel like. Or maybe, better... I should kick you in the fucking balls, right?" You lashed out at the boy in front of you.

"Damn, chill, he didn't mean it, right, Spider?"Lo'ak tried to calm the situation, "Maybe she's on her period right now..." he whispered.

"Avatars don't have periods you dingbat" Neteyam let out.

"Well maybe her human form is experiencing cramps in the link pod and so the emotions are traveling through the conscious connection and that's why she's so cranky." Spider stepped back, not trying to get on your bad side.

"..."

You only blinked in response as Kiri and Neteyam bursted out laughing.

"What in the name of eywa..."

"I've never heard so much bullshit come out of someone's mouth before." Neteyam shook his head at the human boy's imagination. "You know, y/n told me that humans usually read a big guide book before joining the avatar program... well maybe you should read one on human biology. It's only fitting since you're ehh, you know..." Neteyam trailed off.

"Ha, I'm glad I wasn't the one to say something stupid this time" Lo'ak applauded himself.

"Nah, you too Lo'ak. How about you read it with Spider so you can both giggle at the pictures and whatever shit you two happen to read" you turned away from the boys as you went back to examining the plants you were experimenting on.

"Does she really bleed from her va-" Lo'ak was cut off.

"And for a week straight..." Spider chimed in.

"Shut up!" Kiri's voice rang through your ears as you quietly giggled to yourself.

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should I make more fics like this; reader teaching the sullys some human things? Tell me what you think!

as always, comments/reblogs are much appreciated❤

do not steal my work and please don't post it on ao3 or wattpad

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[g00d--m0urning]

Unnamed Pt. 2 (Daryl Dixon x AFAB!reader)

Yippie, part two!!

Part one

TW/CW: vomiting, gore and violence (not super descriptive, dw), reader is pregnant so obvi AFAB but no gendered descriptors, ex-cop!reader, swearing, no use of Y/N, grammar mistakes

WC: 3942

A/N: I promise it'll pick up speed :'( I'm definitely not doing an episode by episode rewrite. And Daryl and Reader will finally reunite next part, so I'm looking forward to writing that.

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A car swerves off the road, trying to avoid scrambling pedestrians, straight towards you; you jump over the hood of a car nearby, narrowly avoiding the car as it bursts into flame. You rush back around, checking on the driver; who is nonexistent apparently, there’s nobody in there. “What the fuck!?” you breathe out, jogging over to your car and getting it started. You get the radio on, switching to the emergency channel, wishing you had your police scanner with you as you get onto the road, heading in direction to the precinct.

If there’s one place you’ll be safe it should be a police station, right? There’s at least guns for whatever the hell is going on. Sirens flash in your rearview, trying to get you to pull over--you swear, but do so anyhow. “Do you know why I--Shit! Greenie?” you recognize the voice, it’s officer Cameron. He leans into your open window pulling his sunglasses down. “Heading down to the precinct?��

“Yeah. Do you know what the hell is going on?” you ask, turning the radio down and surveying both Cameron and behind him. It’s like some sort of apocalypse, but that’s far fetched, you think.

He shakes his head, “Nah, nah; I don’t, there’s too much going on. We’re getting calls left and right, whole damn city’s going into panic.” he answers, scratching at his stereotypical cop-stache. His walkie blares, unintelligible words coming through. “Hey, be safe, get off the roads soon.”

He pats your shoulder, walking off quickly as he speeds off. That was no help at all, you knew all of that already. You groan, pulling back onto the road and getting to your destination. 

Cops are flooding in and out of the building, paramedics and firefighters all gathered there; behind you there’s black SUV’s pulling in, FBI you assume. What in the shit is going on? You sprint into the building, watching the chief dole out guns to anyone in reach, the news is blaring, radios screeching, people yelling, you can barely hear anything. “Greenie, here! Take this, and get home, youngin’. Stay safe, stay indoors.” the chief orders, shoving a glock and a few boxes of ammo into your arms and practically shoving you out the door. You flounder slightly, confused and in need of answers, opening your mouth to speak but you’re cut off, “No time to explain, too much to do, just keep that kid of yours safe.” You gape, throwing your arms in the air. In your confusion you remember Daryl, crap; Daryl, is he ok? You imagine he should be, the man can survive anything, but still. You pull out your phone and dial his number and he doesn’t answer, of course. Fucking, fuck, fuckity fuck, whatever. 

The drive back home is insane, fires and dead people--Dead people? You slam on your brakes, just barely stopping before the body in the middle of the street. You could puke; you’ve seen dead bodies, but never like this. Nothing like this is normal, the body is missing chunks from her arms and neck, like some freako cannibal case. 

The body twitches, just a cadaveric spasm (you learned that in school, you spent years looking at dead bodies, after death spasms are just remaining nerves working, it’s normal). She twitches again, and again and she’s up. You stare at the body in disgust and confusion and shock, you could've swore she was just dead. The undead reaches for you, jaws snapping at your ankles and glazed eyes staring at you. A scream garbles itself from your throat as you stagger back, nearly tripping over the car in the process. You fumble with the door handle, reaching over the center console to grab your gun; the thing manages to grab at your ankle in the time, making you kick out, trying to shake it off. 

You manage to get the gun and get two bullets into the crazed person. Bile rises in your throat as you look at the dead body, watching to see if she comes back again; thankfully she doesn’t and you can puke. You look at her, the bullet holes in her head, the rotting bite marks in her skin; it’s horrid, nothing you’ve seen before. God. 

The car ride home is intense, fires left and right, screaming people--more bitten people, you realize when you look closer at a few of them--and the radio is no help, reports of deaths, murders, and traffic jams. You pull into the parking garage for your apartment, parking in a far corner and tossing a tarp over it to hopefully keep it in better condition and out of view.

You can barely get to your apartment with all the people rushing to and fro throughout the building; some are leaving, packing their stuff into their cars, others are barricading themselves in their apartments. Fortunately you get into your apartment without being trampled, locking both the deadlock and door chain.

Rushing around your apartment is next, filling empty water jugs and bottles with water--who knows how long the water will be on--getting perishables cooked, and inventorying things like batteries, nonperishables, first-aid, anything one needs for an apocalypse.

You thank whatever god that does or doesn’t exist that you went shopping a few days ago; it was a big trip too, you were running low on pretty much everything. So, you don’t need to go try and conquer the shit show that is the shops, which were clearly being raided already. Getting the door barricaded shut was easy enough--bungee cords tied to the door handle and kitchen counter post, chair tucked under the knob (you had to learn quickly how to keep a door shut with Daryl’s old trailer, considering Merle had walked in on the two of you on multiple occasions).

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A month passes by very slowly. You never realized how boring it could get without modernity. Normal TV stopped playing a week in, even the emergency signal stopped broadcasting after that. Phones and utilities went week two, something about needing to horde supplies for the military who started setting up camps around that time. 

You had the vague thought of going to one, figuring it’d be safe and helpful with your pregnancy, but quickly learned otherwise over the radio. Infected managed to sneak into the one closest to you, killing most people, so you dodged that bullet. Which means, you’ve just been entertaining yourself with coloring, and light workouts, reading and people watching or--Zombie watching, you suppose. 

The fire escape provides a nice safe vantage point and you pretty much see the whole town--you tried the hall one time and it was overrun, almost didn’t make it back in--and the infected roaming the streets. A few people have passed through, most of them were raiders, passerby, but some were local, those who stayed; officer Cameron stayed, your ultrasound tech, she left a few days ago though. 

You’ve been thinking of doing the same as of late. You don’t know what you’d do if you did, head back to Georgia to find Daryl? Wander until you find a safezone or hell, even just a group so you’re not alone anymore. 

Your head rests in your hands as you contemplate the risks of leaving the apartment; with the zombies flooding the halls and the unknown number of them in the parking garage and who knows what could happen on the drive. 

You roll your eyes, leaning back in the desk chair, “Fuck me, man.” you groan, running a hand down your face as you stand up from the chair, grabbing a backpack out of the closet.

You busy yourself with packing the bag precariously: a few changes of clothes, your first aid kit, a book and notebook, food and water, the few boxes of ammo you have, a knife, a lighter, and in the last bit of space you shove a sleeping bag.

“Yeah, yeah, that should be everything.” you murmur to yourself as you tuck your gun and pocket knife into your belt. 

As you get a foot out of the window something catches your eye, making you pause and hurry back inside. You take the sonogram into your hands, staring at the black and white picture before gently placing it in the side pocket before finally slipping out the window.

You curse at the creaky fire escape as a few heads turn your ways, breathing a sigh of relief as they quickly get distracted. Just to be safe, you toss the plant you had long let die onto the street, watching as the undead shuffle to the noise in hopes of a meal. It’s unsettling, the way they move like puppets on a string, but you file that to the back of your mind and make quick work of the stairs.

Slinking down the alley and sneaking across the street is surprisingly easy--they’re genuinely so brain dead, there’s absolutely no semblance of the person they were before; it’s depressing if you think too hard of it. An involuntary sigh of relief pulls from your lips at the sight of your baby still sitting pretty in the garage. Silently you pull the gray tarp off the car, folding it over itself a few times and tossing it in the backseat along with your backpack into the passenger seat.

“Hello, my beautiful girl, I missed you, baby.” you coo at the car, running a hand over the slick, black roof. You dip back into the passenger seat, popping the glove box open and grabbing the map Daryl had insisted you keep in there.

It’d been annoying back then, but it makes you smile today; guess you really did need it. You unfold the map over the hood of your car, tapping the pencil you had wrapped up in the paper against it. Suddenly reading a map seems like a much more important skill as you stare at the lines representing roads, and rivers, and landmarks. Technically, you do know how to read one, but barely, it’s not like you were in a scouts troop as a kid.

There’s a few old markings on the map from Daryl--just a few words, circles to help direct you--it almost makes you cry. You chalk it up to pregnancy hormones as you swallow thickly, marking up the map for your trip. If you remember correctly, it took about twelve hours--including stops--to get to Virginia from Georgia.

So, you should get there in a flash; what traffic is going to be stopping you? Well, the roads might be blocked, you guess you’ll find out. You trace a couple different routes, just in case before the annoyingly familiar groans of the undead echo across the concrete building. 

Folding the map up you sigh, “Let's get this show on the road.” You tap Baby’s hood twice before getting into the car, propping the map up against your backpack in the passenger seat.

The drive is…surprisingly nice, you popped in an old mix tape into the stereo, tapping the wheel in beat to every song. Only downside is the traffic--and people aren’t even alive, you’d think that’d be the one good thing about the apocalypse, but no! Roads are clogged with cars, some crashed and others just stopped, like everyone just disappeared. Back roads aren’t too horrible though, it’s nice seeing something alive, even if it’s just flora. 

 Nature comes a-calling around the fourth hour of the drive, pulling off at an old mom&pop looking gas station. The bell hanging from a sparkly ribbon jingles as you slowly push the door open, waiting in the entrance for anything, dead or alive. 

Nothing comes after a minute or two, so you continue in, looking around the small building; it’s in shockingly good condition. It’s pretty cleaned out, but everything is intact. Something bumps against your foot as you walk through the aisles, making you yelp. It’s just a soda can, you learn when you look down, letting out a shaky chuckle.

“Phew, we’re good,” you exhale aloud, squatting down with a groan to pick up the can. You run a hand over your bump when you stand back, smiling when she kicks against your hand.

To your dismay, the bathrooms are locked and you’d really prefer not to pop a squat in a bush. After a bit of searching, you find the key attached to a fly swatter behind the counter and finally get to do your do. 

You confiscate a bottle of hand sanitizer on your way out, slathering your hands in the liquid. As you pass the gas pump you figure it wouldn’t hurt to top off your tank, maybe fill a few cans; you just hope the damn things still have gas. 

“Moment of truth…” you mutter as you stick the nozzle into the fuel door, pulling the lever and hoping like hell. Gas starts flowing and you’re elated, bouncing between your feet as you go grab gas cans.

“On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again,” you hum as you start driving again, feeling pretty good about everything.

The sun is shining, backroads are clear, gas tank is full, what isn’t there to feel good about? 

Eventually you have to get back onto the highway, but that high and mighty feeling still stays strong through the last five and a half hours of the drive--It doesn’t when you get to Atlanta. If you thought other cities were bad, then you don’t have a clue what to consider Atlanta. 

The sun had already set hours ago, so you decide it’s best to just pull over, get some sleep and try to brave the mess that once was Interstate 85. Sleep comes easy, considering; it’s a warm summer night, muggy as all hell though, but you got a good few hours before the sound of horse hooves awoke you--Horse hooves?

You sit up hastily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you look out the window to try and identify where the clopping is coming from. You get eyes on the horse and realize it’s definitely not wild, it’s got a rider.

A guy, you think, adorned with a cowboy hat and a bag of something slung over his shoulder. His head turns and you shrink into the backseat, hoping he didn’t see you. He did, if the way the horse’s footsteps seem come closer with every passing moment; maybe he’s just passing by--He’s not.  

Something metal taps against the car window (a gun, it’s a gun, oh no, he’s gonna shoot you), “Hey, I can see you in there; I don’t mean harm,” says a faint country accent. 

You have a half thought of reaching for your gun, which stupidly still lays in the front seat, you’d be dead before you grabbed it, so you can be reasonable. You tilt your head up, meet with a man wearing a sheriffs--not a cowboy, okie dokie--hat, something of a hesitant, sheepish smile revealing pearly teeth.

“I’m going to sit up, and turn around.” you inform him, raising hands in surrender as you very slowly sit up. He may’ve said he doesn’t mean harm, but you don’t want to risk any sudden movements. 

He watches tentatively and you do the same, staring at each other for a solid minute--maybe he is a cowboy, you swear this could be a scene out of an old western. His eyes rove over you, searching for weapons or you assume. A protective hand instinctively goes to your stomach, shielding your baby from his scorching glare.

“You’re pregnant?” are the next words out of his mouth; they’re quiet, almost worried, you could barely make them out through the glass. It takes you a second to answer, it’s not like you thought nobody would notice, you’re five months pregnant, but you hoped it wouldn’t be super obvious.

“No, I’m just super fat,” you retort, scowling as you roll the window down, “What'd you want, cowboy?” 

That makes him snort, shaking his head slightly, “Cowboy? Nah, my name’s Sheriff Rick Grimes, you?”

You continue scrutinizing the man, a deep frown pulling at your lips. He looks friendly enough, looks can be deceiving though. You lean into the front seat, popping open your glove compartment and grab your ID, passing it to--Rick, apparently. 

“You’re an officer too?” oh yeah, you forgot you keep your badge in your wallet. You nod slightly, snatching the wallet from his grip, deciding he’s had more than enough time with it.

“Was, an officer.” you correct, watching him just laugh at you like this is a perfectly normal interaction, water cooler chat. “In case you haven’t noticed, the world’s gone to shit, I’m not an officer anymore, you’re not a sheriff, we’re survivors, that’s it.”

“Ain’t you a ray of sunshine?” he quips, raising his hands in mock surrender as he catches sight of your unamused expression. “Well, sunshine, need a ride into the city?”

You go to say ‘no,’ but pause for a moment. A horse is probably easier, fits between cars better, quieter, it’s not a bad idea. Trusting him though? Could be. You could kill him, take the horse, but that’s a little bit much, you reckon.

“Ugh--yeah, a ride would be, huuugh, nice.” you concede, deciding if he were to kill you, it’d be a better way to go than to have your flesh torn from your skin. You wave your hand out the window, getting him to move so you open the car door.

Joints pop as you exit the car, crackling when you stretch and walk over to the passenger side to grab your bag. You tick a mental checklist as you gather your belongings--knife, in your belt, gun, on the other side of your belt, bag, over your shoulder, yep. You’ve got everything. 

The metal of the car is warm as you caress her, “I’ll be back, Baby, I promise,” is what you mumble to the car whilst you press a kiss to the roof. 

Rick’s eyebrow raises slightly, clearing not understanding the deep bond between a person and their beloved car. All he gets in return is a glare whilst you hike your bag higher onto your shoulder, shuffling over to his horse. 

“Well? Let’s go, cowboy, we’re losing daylight!” you nag, causing the sheriff to hurry over, clicking his tongue. 

“You’re impatient, anyone ever told you that?” he questions rhetorically as he pulls himself onto the horse, sticking a hand out to help you up.

Your, seemingly permanent, glower is directed at his hand, like it’s a piece of filth as you hoist yourself onto the horse. The animal nickers and starts trotting once more; instinctively your hands go to Rick’s shoulders to keep from falling off the horse.

“Sooo… What’re hoping to find in Atlanta?” Rick asks, looking over his shoulder to look at you. All you do is shrug, not wishing to speak to him--even if you did, you don’t know what you’re hoping to find.

He nods slowly at your non-answer, “I’m tryin’ find my wife, Lori, and my son, Carl,” he informs you, making you feel bad at the fact that he’s opening up.

You blame pregnancy hormones for the guilty feeling, “You having a boy or girl or do you even know?” is the next thing you register from his mouth.

You decide to answer this one, “A girl, found out the day this shit started.”  you reveal, throwing him a bone with the extra tidbit. His head bobs along with your words, trying to keep an eye both on you and the busy road.

“I always wanted a little girl. Give Carl someone to protect when he gets older, y’know?” 

“Yeah, that makes sense. How old is he--Carl, I mean.”

“‘Bout eleven; shit, by now he’s probably twelve.”

“How’d you get separated from your wife and kid?”

That makes Rick pause, and you start backtracking. It’s none of your business, you shouldn’t have asked. He snickers at your stammering, shaking his head.

“It’s ok, don’t worry; I was just trying to figure out how to word it.” he explains, scratching the back of his neck, “I got shot on duty--none of us realized there was a third guy--sent me into a coma. Next thing I knew I woke up and half the world was dead and my house was cleared out.”

You wince slightly. Damn, that must suck, you didn’t have any friends when this started, so you didn't have anyone to worry about. You couldn’t imagine being in a coma for months then waking up and the world’s ended and your family’s gone.

“Ooh, that’s shitty, man. Really. Hope you find them.” you apologize, awkwardly patting his shoulder.

“That makes two of us.” he agrees, falling into focus as you hit the city limit.

The streets are clearer in the city, apparently nobody made it into the city. You look around, tightening your grip on Rick’s shoulder in worry as you turn the corner. Suddenly the horse is bucking upwards, tossing both of you off of her. It takes a moment to realize why you’re on the floor, but the second you see the horde you're panicking.

“Rick, hey man, up! We’ve gotta go.” you yell, grabbing at his shoulder. Unlike yourself--who luckily landed on your bag--Rick got knocked on his ass, clearly winded as he only stares in horror. 

Undead start growling, getting distracted from the now dead horse, stumbling towards fresh meat. It’s cruel, but you leave. You spin, looking for somewhere to run, eyes snagging on a tank. It’s a short sprint to the military vehicle, but a vague struggle to climb up, barreling down the hatch and yanking it shut.

You can barely catch your breath before growling fills your ears, a zombie soldier crawling towards you. Before you can even try to scream, a shot rings out followed by arguably the most painful ringing noise. 

Your head whips around, finding Rick holding his ears, gun in one hand. If you could hear yourself think, you’d yell at him. What kind of idiot shoots a gun in a tank? A metal box? He could’ve blown our eardrums out! He also saved your life, so he gets a pass.

“Thanks.” you gasp when the ringing finally subsides, rubbing furiously at your temple. He presents you with a shaky thumbs up, against the opposite wall you’re leaning on. “Sorry for leaving you out there,” you whisper, peeking an eye open to look at him.

“You’re good, I would've done the same if I could’ve--no offense.” he admits, lazily waving a hand through the air. 

You chuckle, shaking your head, “Trust me, none taken.”

You’re ready to just pass out here in the tank, yet Rick still seems loaded, drawing the peek-a-boo hatch open, staring at the scene outside. He mutters something you can’t quite hear, relocking the hatch and sliding back down. 

“The weapons bag…my walkie…” are the few distraught words you manage to catch, shutting your eyes.

It’s silence between the two of you for a long stretch until the radio crackles. You think you’re hearing things since Rick didn’t seem to hear anything, but it crackles again. Rick hears it this time, nearly getting whiplash with the speed he turned his head. 

He looks at you for confirmation, to make sure he’s not crazy. He’s not, unless you’re both hearing things and going insane. You nod, wiggling over to kneel next to him in front of the radio when it crackles a third time; a voice comes through this time.

“Hey, you two. Dumbasses. Y’all in the tank. You guys cozy in there?”

[dinaanana]

What If Verlaine Trained Teenager!Reader?

the Character is from Stormbringer Novel

synopsis: Fluff/Crack

Paul Verlaine x Teenager!Reader (Platonic!)

(He's so pretty)

(Pretend you're Also a stormbringer Character aswell)

So first of all This Man is strict asf. so Brace Yourselves

(Didn't he also Train Kyouka and Gin? Yeah)

There's no problem with training you either

If you already know Any type of Martial Arts or MMA he's Glad to hear that.

When he Looks at you working out and f you do Something he doesn't like? You get the exercises wrong? He's making you Do 50 Push ups 50 Sit Ups and yeah☠️

And if you're still lazy Then you'll be doing 100 instead of 50 (He is really nice isn't he)

(Obv he trains You in his musty ass Basement)

Sometimes Chuuya Watches As His big Brother Trains you He's just Standing there like 🧍 while you're fighting for your own Life

And when you look at him with Tired eyes and drenched In sweat Asking for Help? he just Smirks and Shakes his Head

Verlaine doesn't care about Your age if you're young or not if you think that you're young and he's gonna go easy on you Nah you're wrong .

You're Training to be an Assassin for the Port mafia. After all

Not only he teaches you martial arts but he also teaches you how to use A gun a Knife Anything for self defence

''Oh my god I'm tired'' You whine as you Lay on your back all sweaty and breathing heavily

'Did I hear something?'' He Looks down At your lying form

''I- no-'' You know what's coming Next.

''Im not deaf,You're doing 100 push ups and 100 sit ups Right now.'' He Says in Stern tone with his French accent

We also Know that To become an Assasin you have to get used to Alot of Gore.

I mean You gotta see some Gorey shit everyday You're a Mafioso After all.

Training with him is Bit Intense

But you'll become Stronger and It boosts your confidence Everyday Around other Ppl soo It's worth it 100%

You're literally being trained By king of Assassin's how could you not be strong I mean.. you can knock Down 10 Grown men With Just Using your fists

After Years of training He asks you to have Hand to hand combat With Him

Well you put up A great right but you still lose ''You may not win against me But you put Up a great fight.Thing The Members older than you in Port Mafia can't do..'' He Says

(Bro the things I'll do To be trained by This Man omg I don't mean it cuz I simp for him and not in A creepy way tho☠️)

After Training for like Years You go on your first Mission and guess what

When you come back With the mission accomplished

You go down in the basement to tell him the News but he already knows That,Ge Comes near you looking down at you and He Pats u on Shoulder ''Good Job.'' with His French accent.

He's like a Proud dad when his Kid Gets high score in elementary school omg

He also Tells you to read books (If you don't like reading them) He'll tell you That Assasin Are suppose to be Smart and not dumb Like you (Not to Insult you just to Get you to read Them)

You agree after that and ask him what type Of books you shall read and he Suggest you to read Some detective Books By Some Authors Like Agatha Christie and etc.

And if you already read Alot of books? he praises you and tells you you're doing Great

(Except If you read Wattpad stories ☠️)

Anyways

Training with him is Amazing but Very I mean very exhausting even thought you Barely Can walk after all the Exercises and Training

Id rate him

10/10 tho

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter three: Stick Season —✿

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of guns, drugs, cursing, pregnancy

Authors Note: this is mostly a filler, to show that the story follows the plot of season two! Enjoy!!!

—✿

NOELLE HAD BEEN HAVING A ROUGH MORNING. She’s been staying with fezco ever since a few days ago when her parents kicked her out, and it seemed as though Nate’s baby was already deciding to be like it’s dad and piss her off.

“Damn ma.” Fezco said, glancing over at Noelle who was struggling to pull her jeans over her new stomach bump. She groaned loudly, throwing her jeans to the floor in defeat.

“I know. My stupid, jeans won’t fit…”

“You got a baby in there. No Shit they don’t fit.” Ashtray yelled from the other room, causing Noelle to stick her tongue out at him.

“Shut it ash. I don’t have the patience.” She grumbled, sighing as she stood with her hands on her hips, her stomach protruding out the bottom of her shirt.

“It’s kinda cute cuz.” Fez tried, smiling at the little bump she had while she ran an angry hand down her face.

“Please, I look like a beached whale.”

“Nah, pregnancy suits you.” Fezco smiled at her and she smiled back, placing a soft kiss against his forehead in thanks.

“Thanks fez. Cant wait to go to school with this shit.” She grumbled, holding a hand at her stomach as she pulled on sweats, walking towards the door.

“Anyone give you shit you let me know.” He called after her.

“I will.”

“Have a good day ma!”

“Bye fez! Bye Ash!”

—✿

Fezco had a new house guest, and besides Noelle, he had an even newer house guest. Ashtray was so pissed off he couldn't even speak to Fez.

“Good morning!” Faye said happily, opening her Coca Cola can as Fezco and Noelle looked at her with a smile, Noelle running her fingers over her stomach as she did.

“Morning.” Fezco replied dryly, as Noelle sent the blonde a light nod and a smile.

Fezco couldn't understand the whole story. But apparently Faye had pushed the motel manager off the balcony. She got in trouble with the police and Custer didn’t know what to do. Unfortunately, he wouldn't leave her. And the last thing Fezco needed was the cops finding Faye with Custer. Custer told Fez he could find her behind the dumpster of the new Taco Bell. So Faye came to live with Fez.

“Yo, don't touch nothin'.” Fezco said, listing off rules as he walked Faye around the house. “Don't talk to Ash.”

“Okay.”

“And don't go in mine or Ellie’s f*ckin' rooms, all right?”

“I promise.” Faye said, smiling kindly as she sat across from the two who were sitting and eating. Well, fezco was eating, Noelle and Faye were watching him.

“Want some of my sandwich ma?”

“No thanks.”

“Come on, you gotta eat up. Keep yourself good and healthy for the little gangster.” Fezco said, making Noelle chuckle as she shrugged. She took a bite before handing it back to fezco, who smiled at Faye next. “You want some of my sandwich?” He asked next, making Faye smile widely.

“Okay.”

—✿

Noelle had been spending her time with Fezco at the shop, helping him with work until she could get back on her feet. Her old job was working for Nate’s dad and considering Nate hasn’t told his parents about the baby yet…she didn’t exactly want to see him. So she quit. And now she was in desperate need of a job. And I’m terms of fezco, working at the shop was her only option.

“Lexi Howard.” Fezco said happily, smiling widely at the girl as she walked in. Noelle had been very fond of Lexi, having been friends with me and her since we were kids.

“Hi. Hey Noelle.” She said with a kind smile, making Noelle wave back.

“How you doin'?” Fez asked.

Ever since new years, fezco hasn’t been able to shut up about Lexi, and Noelle knew that more than anyone, having been around him so much. It was sweet really, that fezco had feelings for someone. Noelle had been waiting for the day for him to swoon over someone.

“I'm good, um...”

“Hi. I'm Faye.” Faye introduced, not realizing the slight jealousy in Lexi’s eyes.

“I'm Lexi, um...Are, are you guys...”

“Yeah, no, she's just stayin' with me for a bit, but, but she's cool, though. What brings you out here anyway?” Fez asked, making Lexi smile as she walked over to the fridge.

“Oh, I just came to get a, a drink.”

“Okay, well, we got plenty of those. Um... do you need help finding anything?”

“No, I'm okay.”

“Oh, uh, that's the malt liquor.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The doorbell rang, signaling someone walked in. And by the look on lexis face, it couldn’t be anyone good.

“Feel sorry I didn't get to say goodbye on New Year's.” Fezco said, not noticing the nervous looks on both girls faces at the man who just walked in.

“Good evening.” Cal Jacobs said, a stern look on his face as he walked into the store.

“What's up, man?” Fez asked, confused by his intimidating demeanor.

“You got any spearmint gum?”

“I don't know, man. The gum's right here.”

“Hey Noelle.” Cal greeted, smiling over at Noelle who had been hiding slightly behind fez, hoping cal wouldn’t notice her.

“Hey Mr Jacobs.”

“Please, you know you can call me cal.” He said, kindly regardless of his scary nature. Noelle nodded at him before Cal looked down at her stomach. The slight bump protruding from it catching his attention before fezco stood infront of her protectively.

“This your store?” He asked, making fez nod.

“It's a family business.”

“Do your parents own it?” He asked, making Fezco let out a huff of annoyance at all the questions cal was asking him.

“You usually ask this many questions, man?” He asked, an agitated tone to his voice as he watched cal approach the front counter.

“Just you. She tell you who I am?” He asked, gesturing to Lexi before Fez shook his head. He chuckled, before gesturing to Noelle. “Did she?”

“Nah, man.” Fezco said, yet ge knew the second the man greeted Noelle that it was Nate’s father.

“Are you a cop?” Faye asked, as Cal reached into his pocket. The whole room went quiet when the sound of cal gripping a gun came from his pocket. Everyone watched as he carefully pulled out a twenty, and smiled.

“No. Just a concerned father.” He replied. He left the twenty on the table, grabbing his things before leaving as fezco followed him out. The lights flickered with intimidation as Cal drove off. Noelle couldn’t help but curse herself out for letting Nate’s dad see her baby bump.

—✿

“No ma, not again.” Fezco whispered, walking into the living room at the sound of Noelle’s tears.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” She cried, making him sigh as he pulled her into a hug.

“It’s okay ma.”

“I’m so stupid fezco. I’m so fucking stupid man.” She buried her face in his shirt, crying harder as he held her. This became a routine ever since Noelle moved in. Fezco hated seeing her so crushed.

“You ain’t stupid. You just got hurt.”

“This isn’t my life, this isn’t real. It can’t be.”

“It’s real ma. I know, let it all out.” He reassured, rubbing soothing patterns on her back to calm her.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” She cried, making him sigh once more.

“It’ll be okay. I’m right here ma, I ain’t goin no where.”

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

Assault is my love language, she smirks.

His leg throbs to the beat of his heart as he braces against the nearby wall.

Her mouth turns down at the lack of catching air.

He mimics her. A part of him is missing but all of him is leaning against a graffiti wash-off wall. Hands coated in dust and fading paint stains. His shirt battered and his headphones attempted to let gravity take them down.

Fuck you're a brute, he coughs, Buttercup makes ya seem nice and sweet and shit.

Shut up, her eyes roll, I only do it cause you can take it. My sisters are crybabies y'know?

He doesn't. He doesn't fuck around like that with his brothers. Scared the baby of the group? Sure, normal kid things. Straight-up kicked them? Cause they could take it? Nah, it wasn't...it wasn't a funny joke.

Yet, the short stack isn't gunning for a fight. It's affectionate and somewhere he thinks it's fucked. Somewhere, he wants to snicker or huff or smirk at her. Somewhere, he wants to ditch her ass but he doesn't. He straightens himself and watches her shove her hands into her pockets.

Don't know, he offers, didn't think to do it.

Oh, she graces.

He could catch the anger in her face if he cared to look. It's regret and he knows it like the back of his hand. Easier to be angry; anger gets shit done.

He wants to find the anger.

Dude, she groans, just straight-up tell me.

About your shitty outfit, he supplies, looks like you got into something.

No, you're reflecting, she puffs a cloud of winter, I know I can be slow as you...but if you aren't vibing or fucking with anything I'll change.

Change, he gaffes.

Shut it, Blossoms been giving me lectures about choosing the right words. All because I made Bubbles cry after a kitchen accident, she tells him, I tried making it up to her. Offered to let her punch me or something but she wouldn't.

He definitely feels out of place now.

His brows furrow in thought because they didn't apologize like that. There were late meals, replaced items, or just go fuck knows where.

This felt like a reverse scenario or whatever. How were their reactions more fucked than his or his brothers? Shouldn't it be different? Or, oh, that's shit.

She take it, he almost knocks her into traffic.

No.

Why not, he grabs her coat's edge to keep her steady.

She glances at him with a familiar villain.

Cause she doesn't like hurting us or hurting each other.

He gets that. That was their motto in Citiesville since they only had each other. Distant? Sure but they didn't leave marks.

Would've been better if she just hit me, she gripes.

...better?

I accidentally hurt her, she slowly explains as if he's a small child.

He feels like a small child. The kid tucked underneath bus stops in a smoke-filled town lifts his head.

If she- you know hit me or something we would be even, Buttercup sighed, like I straight-up deserved it. Would've made me feel better maybe.

Oh, he pulls a face, couldn't do it.

She lifts a brow at him as they stumble to the edge of the school gates.

Wasn't great getting them fucked up, he winces.

He forgot her kicks lingered.

She forgot who they once were.

Sorry, she mutters.

Or more so, she forgot who they were under. Fuck.

[firephoenix23]

So I know a lot of the pilots of Disney shows have been going around but someone sent me the pilot of what slugterra was going to be and I thought I would talk about it because it is interesting. First off it’s really short only about 3 minutes but basically it’s Eli or Elias Stone chasing what looks to be Dr. Blakk with Pronto or Pinto as he is called in the short

I want to apologize in advance some of these photos are not the best quality but I did what I had to. First off Slugterra was not originally called that it was called Subterrainea which thank god they changed it that is kind of a mouth full and it was a lot more western than sci-fi western we get later. Like even the blasters look like guns.

But let’s address the elephant in the room, why does Eli looks so ugly in this show 😂😂 and so much younger too. I feel like in the current show they make Eli look younger by making everyone around him look jacked as fuck even though all the younger male models look buff as well. But in this show he literally looks like a middle schooler. And I guess Trixie is like his friend from school who is the only one who knows about his adventures to Subterrainea. We don’t know if she goes with him or not but she at least knows. But thank god they changed Eli’s color scheme to blue, orange, white, and black. He’s a little better to look at than green, red, and pale yellow. I do wonder why all the changes though. I’m going to be wondering that the whole time

Which is the other thing I want to address is that Eli or well ELIAS and BEATRIX go to SCHOOL! We don’t know if Elias is like the protector or just goes down for the lols but we do know that he is trying to juggle this secret double life of going to school like a normal kid but also protecting the secret of Subterrainea like wow NEVER heard that premise for a kid show before 😒

That’s why I’m glad they cut out the surface all together but kept the secret part. I think it makes more of an impact in slugterra especially since it’s like who knows what. Also it just makes more sense. Like what kid would escape the world of slugterra travel 100 miles up just to go to middle school. Like nah fam couldn’t be me. Also I don’t actually know if they are in middle school but come on look at them.

Pinto is literally just Pronto even down to the voice acting. I like that they had the comic relief character down first before the main character. Also funny note did you know that Pronto in canon has a twin brother named Pinto. In ROTE Will Shane says like oh I’ve met you before and Pronto says no you’ve met my identical twin brother Pinto. I just think it’s funny that it’s a little nod to his pilot name

Uh Dr. Blakk kinda looks the same except for the hat and the mecha beast. It didn’t look like he was using ghouls just regular slugs so I’m not sure what Elias is chasing him down for. Elias shows Beatrix that he got a slug from him and then she touches it and the school lights go out which brings in SOOO many questions. Like is the surface electricity powered by slug energy???

I was gonna mention the slugs next but they are relatively the same except design wise. They look a lot more stylized and detailed than in the show which makes sense gotta save money where you can. Be honestly I’m glad they changed them some of them are kinda ugly like the joker looking one.

There are so many other things like why did they change Eli’s last name, why did they give him a white wolf mecha instead of the white horse (probably because it looks cooler not gonna lie), why is Elias Stone so ugly 😂😂 so many questions. But I think it’s just cool what slugterra could have been. It gives me such nostalgia for the late 2000s/early 2010s DisneyXD shows like Randy Cunningham, Kick Buttowski, Max Steel. Like all the EdGy boy cartoons that I somehow ended up watching as a little girl 😅

I mean I just looked and season wise and success wise Slugterra stomps them all. I mean which show has its own Roku channel the one and only Slugterra baby! 😂 But anyway I’m glad they made the changes that they did.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for having impure thoughts and insulting God?

i (18F) am a devout christian, and have always maintained a dedication to save myself for marriage. unfortunately, i’ve recently begun having… impure thoughts… which i believe have been invoked by our school’s star football player (18M) who i’ll call J (not the Big J though!)

now, J is highly feared by a lot of kids at school. he’s very violent and frequently bullies kids he considers nerdy prudes. i overheard a group of nerds discussing wanting to get back at him, so naturally i got involved and took the lead

our plan was, we lure him to an abandoned house and jump out at him dressed as ghosts, filming it to show to the whole school how embarrassingly scared he got

of course, given how violent and aggressive he was, he opted to instead try to fight the ghosts, endangering some of the nerds. we put it to a stop and revealed ourselves before anyone could get hurt, and he was surprisingly delighted by our surprise for him

unfortunately. the floor he was standing on collapsed, sending him down three stories, wear he was impaled on wood. we rushed to him, and with his final breaths he swore revenge

now, everyone was obviously freaking out, so i decided to be the reasonable one. i told everyone we needed to get rid of the body. there was too much evidence that would suggest we lured him here with the intent to kill him, so chopping him up into pieces and hiding him beneath the floorboards seemed like the most logical solution

honestly i was really relieved he died. my impure thoughts went away after his death so clearly this was an act of god. J deserved to die or else he wouldn’t have died, simple as that

two months passed, and our school greatly improved now that J was gone. everyone got along great!

until one of the nerds who helped with the plan got killed, a note written in blood left at the crime scene. J’s last words

even worse, though, was the fact that the police discovered J’s body and an investigation had been opened up

i came up with a plan to cover our tracks by going to the police station and attempting to frame our rival town for the murder, but the police had already gained a lot of evidence that i was there at the crime scene (having found my WWJD bracelet at the scene of the crime)

i explained to the police that J’s death was an act of god, and in my rage i…….. well im very ashamed to admit this. but i called God…… a son of a b word…..

i was able to steal an officer’s gun and get away on my bicycle, but now another one of the nerds is dead and i’m very worried

but most of all i’m worried about my soul! first those horrible horrible thoughts J cursed me with, then i called God the b word! what is wrong with me!

[artzychic27]

A dodgeball game between The Akuma class and the Science Kids would be pretty funny if you think about it.

Science Kids:

Akuma Class:

Kim: I think they wanna kill us, guys.

Marinette: No… No, of course not. This is a friendly game, right?… RIGHT?!

Ismael: Of course. And we will be perfectly-

*The whistle blows*

Ismael: MURDER THEM ALL!

*Cosette throws the dodgeball at Nino’s face, who falls to the ground; the ball bounces back into their hands*

Cosette: BAM! ONE POINT! *throws the ball at Nino again* BAM! TWO POINTS! *Starts throwing the ball at Nino’s face repeatedly* BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Adrien: For God’s sake! Have mercy on him!

Simon: *Takes off his cross necklace* God is not here at the moment.

Ivan: Okay, we’re boned. Every man for himself!

*The Akuma Class run all around the school and narrowly avoid getting hit by dodgeballs*

Jean: *Picks up Juleka’s phone and inhales the scent* I’ve got her scent! SHE’S MINE! *Runs upstairs*

Marc: *Writes Nathaniel’s name on a dodgeball* Just keep your hands off mine.

Mme. Bustier: Shouldn’t we stop them?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Nah.

BASEMENT

Reshma: Chloé, Sabrina… I know you’re here… Surely you wouldn’t be stupid enough to hide in… This crate! *Opens a crate, only to find dust* … I guess she’s not here.

*Reshma leaves the basement, and at that moment, Chloé and Sabrina come out from behind a boiler*

Sabrina: … Maybe she’s gone.

*Then Reshma runs back in with a devious smirk*

Reshma: Maybe she’s not!

Chloé/Sabrina: *Scream; hold each other*

CAFETERIA

*Max and Kim are hiding behind the lunch counter*

Kim: I… I think we lost her. Lacey won’t find us, right?

Max: No, th-there’s a 30% chance of her finding us.

Kim: Thirty is still a number-

Max: Shh… I heard something… She’s… She’s in the vents!

Kim: WHAT?!

Max: SHE’S IN THE VENTS! RUN-

Lacey: *Pokes her head through an open vent* SURPRISE, BITCHES!

SCIENCE CLASS

Zoé: Marinette~ I just wanna talk! That’s what you like doing, talking about your crush on Adrien non-stop, your crazy schemes. Am I annoyed? Yeah, but I just wanna talk it over. Let’s do that, yeah?

…

Zoé: … Okay. We’ll do this the hard way… COME OUT BEFORE I SHOW ADRIEN THE SCHEDULE YOU MADE WITHOUT HIS KNOWING CONSENT!

Marinette: *Comes out form hiding behind a desk* No! Don’t!

Zoé: Holy shit! You actually have his schedule?! *Throws the dodgeball at Marinette’s face* Bullseye!

AUDITORIUM

*Mylène and Ivan are hiding backstage in the dressing room closet*

Ivan: We really should’ve picked a better hiding spot. This- this is the main spot for hide and seek!

Mylène: Well, if we’re quiet, no one will find us.

Ivan: You’re right. Sorry.

Mylène: It’s okay- Wait… I hear someone… There’s two of them.

Denise: Ivan~ Come out to play~ Are you hiding with Mylène? That’s so sweet. She’s actually Mireille’s target.

Mireille: Yeah. Why don’t the two of you come out nice and easy? *Throws the dodgeball with so much force that it breaks a mannequin*

Ivan: … We’re dead.

*And suddenly, a dodgeball is thrown right through the closet door, and just barely misses hitting Mylène. Instead, it gets embedded in the back of the closet*

Mylène: FUCK THIS! *Runs out of the closet*

VENTS

Rose: I think we’re-

Juleka: Shh. Don’t jinx it.

*Adrien crawls over to them*

Adrien: Mind if I join you guys? Ismael’s gunning for my head

Juleka: Plenty of room here. God, how did this become so brutal?

Rose: I don’t know, but hopefully Jean and Ismael won’t-

*A dodgeball rolls over to them*

Adrien: … Wh- what’s supposed to happen- *The dodgeball explodes and sends dozens of smaller dodgeballs every which way*

*Meanwhile*

Jean: *Fistbumps Ismael* Nice.

ROOF

Alya: Aurore. You don’t have to do this!

Aurore: Oh, I have to, Alya… Unless you join me! Help me take down the rest of your classmates! We’ll be unstoppable!

Alya: No! I’ll never betray them!

Aurore: But, Alya. I… Am your father.

Alya: Wait… What?

Aurore: *Laughs* Come on, like I wasn’t gonna seize that opportunity. Now you die.

LIBRARY

*Alix is hiding on the second floor behind a shelf*

Alix: Come on, you bastard. I fucking dare you.

*Suddenly, she hears hissing and becomes vaguely aware of the looming shadow behind her*

Alix: … Clever demiboy.

*Without saying a word, Simon drags Alix with him as she screams*

ART CLASSROOM

*Nathaniel runs in and locks the door before gasping for breath*

Nathaniel: I need to work out more. *He heads over to a table, but stops when he sees a red liquid drip onto the floor. Slowly, he looks up and sees ‘You’re Next’ written on the ceiling*

*Marc’s laughter echoes around the room, but Nathaniel cannot see him anywhere*

Nathaniel: … Rainbow?…

Marc: Yes?

*Nathaniel screams when Marc somehow appears right behind him*

Nathaniel: Okay. Get it over with. Hit me… *He prepares for the worst… But instead, Marc taps his forehead with his dodgeball*

Marc: We win. *Runs out of the room* Guys! We won!

*Later, the Akuma Class students (Sans Nathaniel) are all getting bandages up*

Nino: WHY?! Why the torment?! Why the ambushing?!

Cosette: Because… We just felt like it.

Ismael: Yeah, if we gotta deal with the resident Akuma magnets, you gotta deal with our mad dodgeball skills!

Kim: Well… Why didn’t you nearly kill Nath?! He doesn’t have a single bruise!

Marc: Boyfriend privileges. No one in this class is to harm him in any way.

Marinette: Well, when you word it like that, you sound like a mob.

Simon: Yes, and?

[letitrott]

Bowers gang x Goth Reader PART 3 Belch Route - CHOOSE YOUR OWN STORY

Option A: Spend lunch with Belch

PART 1 Intro (CLICK ME)

PART 2 Science class "With Belch" (FOR THIS POST)

PART 2 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Part 3 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Warnings: Un wanted touching and Rough treatment

*You both walked out of class together and down the stairs as your hair swayed in the light breeze. You couldn't help but notice Belch staring you smiled at him playfully.* Belch: Hey Um I don't know if this is too soon but do you want to take lunch early? Reader: You wanna take off somewhere? Its only second period!? Belch: Yeah but schools a waste can't really get to know you better. I don't think we share any other classes... Reader: Hmmm *you dig out some paper in your pocket* Do you have any of these other classes? Belch: Noo...Come on the teachers here don't even give a shit Reader: I'm sure that comes with your reputation *you tease* Belch: Nah all that's not really me.... Reader: So why are you In the gang then?...I've heard whispers...

Belch: Don't worry about it, you know me so you know the gang. Reader: This Henry guy isn't looking for me! Or DID HE SEND YOU *you faked a hurt and betrayed expressions* Belch: Now your just being dramatic... Reader: Fine..I guess I'll accept your lil Date Invitation *you walk in front of him as he watches you fade away slowly* Belch: Hey Wait up! I still didn't catch your name... *He jogs up to you* Reader: Lilith *you smiled* Belch: Well... Definitely suits you *he chuckles* Reader: *you punch him lightly in the arm* Not funny Huggins! *You smiled playfully as he followed you to your locker* *You dawned the hallways crowded by kids and the smell of B.O, Drunk Elephant and In the Clouds body spray (its a joke). You bring your hand to your nose to drown out the unpleasant smell. The over active atmosphere bothering you a little too. Belch followed closely behind you glaring at all the heads that would sway your way as you graced the halls. Something you failed to notice what you did notice was this group of boys one leaning against a locker, another two standing chatting away. They looked larger and seemed to intimidate most of the other students, you frowned moving closer*

Belch: Oh hey you must not like how crowded it is in here *he grabs your hand talking a forced detour* Reader: *His large hands felt very warm and he was gentle in his approach you didn't mind following his lead* Belch: *let go for your hand apologising* Sorry I didn't mean too... Reader: I can tell you think to much *you wrap your arm around his large bicep as you smiled reassuring him* Reader: Now that I think about it...I don't need shit from my locker Belch: Aight to the car it is *Belch Failed to notice The Gang watching him* Henry: What's up with that *he gets off the locker glancing at Victor* Victor: Don't look at me... Patrick: You think Belch is trying to hide her from us *he smirks* Victor: Come on Pat just let the guy enjoy himself *he laughs* Henry: It's the new girl.... Victor: The one we have been waiting in these dork filled halls for! Patrick: *smirks* Well this should be fun *Patrick and Victor follow behind Henry as they start following after you and Belch.* Belch: *Looks over his shoulder clearly seeing a very pissed of looking Henry approaching. He starts walking faster towards the trans am opening the door for you as you hop in shot gun* Belch: Shit..*he cusses*

Henry: *Taps on the window opening the door* Hello beautiful your in my seat... *He says seductively Reader: *You noticed they were the boys from the locker room earlier. You turn back to belch giving him "you could have said something look" before getting up* Reader: Sorry *looking down at your feet as you get out trying to not draw attention to yourself* Henry: Look at me when I talk to you *he cooed* Reader: *Your Glassy eyes met with his blue ones as you were about to walk away from the Amy (the trans am). Patrick: Where are you running off too... Your other boyfriend *he blocking your path way, towering over you as he loomed closer* Henry: *had sat down fling his arm around your waist prompting you to sit down on your lap* Henry: It's ok baby Doll just ask if you want to sit on me so badly... Reader: I don't want to sit with you.. *you stated flatly* Patrick: *Closes the door on you both as you see the Blond haired boy and the creepy brunette make their way to the other doors, opening them and sitting in the back of the car. Unfazed* Reader: *you glare at Henry*

Henry: Don't look at me like that.. *his leather hands bringing out the paleness in yours as he cupped your cheek admiring your features* Henry: You yourself a mysterious one Huh Belch *his voice not sounding overly pleased* Reader: *you turn your head away from Henry glaring at Belch very pissed that you were now in this situation. You were definitely going to lecture him later* Patrick: *snickering at the back amused but that wasn't enough* Patrick: *Reaches out touching a couple strands of you glossy dark locks*

Reader: You swat his hand away *frowning angrily* Patrick: *Smirks before tagging your head back by your hair as your neck was exposed looking at the ceiling of the car. His head next to you as your eyes peered into each others* Belch: *snaps grabbing a fist full on Patricks hair* YOU FUCKING WATCH YOURSELF PATRICK! *He was pissed* Victor: *Face palming visibly already drained a the mess being created* Henry: *glances over at Patrick as he let go. Belch also letting go of Patrick* Henry: Where do you wanna go cutie...*his hands brushing some strands away from your face* Reader: *you turn away refusing to look at any of them..* Victor: We can go to my place my parents are out Henry: Nah I wanna let the cutie choose *he smirks* Reader: Your awfully tolerant Bowers...*you spat* Henry: *his hands grip your thighs the skin turning white, the pressure leaving nail marks* Henry: Watch it cutie don't make me put you in your place...*his temper changing sporadically*

WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE !!!

A. Victors place B. The Mall

[cherrythepuppet]

Graveyard

TW: Guns, killing, general violence

Maroon and Dante: ZeddyZi

Gram: Me

Dante inspects his newly-acquired shotgun while Maroon also placed a can with sharp objects sticking out of it “Avi taught me this one” Maroon chuckled “Its called a nailbomb and it blows up anything or anyone standing nearby” She said

“Yeah, I've seen your handiwork” Dante grumbled “Pretty good, huh?” Maroon snickered as Dante carefully picked up the nailbomb and hesitantly put it in his backpack “Dont worry ya gotta pull a peice off to trigger it, It basically works as grenade” Maroon reassured him

“So we got shotguns and bombs. What the hell are we doing with 'em?” Dante asked

“Well, every few weeks this military caravan rides through town. I assume they're out looking for supplies. I mean, you'd be amazed at the shit they overlook. Anyway. Few months back, they were rolling through and they get overrun by this horde of infected. They were all over the truck. It plows right into the side of the high school. Still sitting there with the battery in it” Maroon explained

“So we take that battery and put it in another car?” Dante replied “Bingo. I wanted to get it, but it seemed too dangerous with all the infected on that part of town. But, fuck it… Dante needs a car” Maroon exclaimed

Maroon and Dante walk over to Gram, sitting on the stairs leading to the first floor of the safe house “Dante, you are keeping an eye on them, right?” Maroon asked “Like a hawk” Dante shrugged

Maroon leads the group upstairs to the second floor where she opens a window and climbs out “Move it” She demanded “Gram, c'mon” Dante mumbled leading Gram over to the window and helping him climb out

They climb outside onto a roof overlooking the nearby graveyard then Maroon points into the distance “There's the school” She said beforeThey jump down to ground level and start walking towards the graveyard's gate

Maroon paused “Past this gate, it's all new territory to me” She told them hesitantly unlocking the gate and entering the graveyard where they heard a clicking sound, They enter the next area where many clickers wander

Maroon grabbed a bottle and threw it in the distance to distract all the clickers before she points at another gate and gives Dante the ey for him to unlock him, He unlocks the gate and peeks around the corner

Maroon closes the gate and locks it again as They enter an alley leading to a residential neighborhood where Several infected lurk in the area “You weren't kidding' about this place, were ya?” Dante whispered while They make their way to the end of the street, which is blocked by a large truck

After cutting through the backyards, they enter a garage on the other end of the street. Dante goes to open the side door then He tries to open the door, but it's tied shut “It's tied on the other side” He said

“What about going through here?” Gram asked pointing at the doggy door that was nail shut “What, the doggy door?” Maroon scoffed, Dante pries the plank off the lower flap and Gram crawls through

“Be careful…” Dante mumbled “Maybe you should've given them a gun” Maroon chuckled as Gram unlocks the door and opens it for the two then They it to the other side of the house nearby

“All right, c'mon, let's get up. On the RV and over. We should be clear” Maroon said climbing up onto an RV and helping Gram up as Dante climbed up then cross a plank between a treehouse and the RV “Who the hell left this here? You got friends in town?” Gram asked

“No. Although I have got idea who mighta come through here. School's on the other side of this house. Let's get inside” Maroon replied while they drop out of the treehouse and into another backyard

“Nobody's bitten, right?” Maroon looked back at Gram blinked “Nah-” “Kid’s fine” Dante said before They enter the house and rummage for suppliesuntil they enter the garage “Gimme a hand with this” Maroon said

They both raise the garage door and the trio takes cover behind a car overlooking the Lincoln High School. A large sum of runners roam the parking lot “What'd I tell ya. There's that truck” Maroon pointed at a truck sticking out of the side of the school

“C'mon. There's a bunch of 'em up there, so try not to make a sound” They start sneaking their way through the parking lot but As they pass between two buses, the runners become aware of the group's presence and attacks them

“Gram, run! Run!” “Oh, they're coming from everywhere!” “Christ!”

A Runner ran up to Maroon and was about to attack her from behind but Gram tackled it to the ground stabbing it in the eye with his switchblade and Dante shot one runner in the head, Maroon sliced another’s head off

Soon all the infected were dead “Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be. They must be holed up somewhere else…” Maroon muttered “Well, let's not test our luck. How do we get inside?” Dante asked Gram pointed at a ladder on top of the bus “Someone left a ladder on the bus. Here, get me up there and I'll drop it to you” Gram said, Dante boosts Gram onto the bus who struggles with climbing with a second

“Don't get killed up there” Maroon said “Thanks, Maroon” Gram rolled his eyes dropping the ladder down allowing the two adults to climb

They drop down the other side of the bus and hear an incoming swarm of infected in the distance “Shit. You hear that? They're coming. Move it, kid!” Maroon shouted “All right, we're gonna get in quick. We're gonna get the battery. We're gonna get the hell outta here!” She added

Maroon and Dante run towards the main doors and tries to open them. Gram notices the horde of infected beginning to run towards the fence “Oh, fuck. They're piling on this fence over here!” Gram yelled

Dante tried to open the doors but they were locked “Goddammit. They're locked!” He shouted as the three around to the side of the school. There, they find a nearby window. Dante runs to the window and opens it

“Go, go, go, you two! Go!” Maroon climbed through the window then helped Gram climb through, Just as Dante goes to follow them through the window, a clicker jumps on his back “Dante!” Gram exclaimed

Maroon grabs Dante and pulls him through the window, then kills the clicker with her shotgun while Gram closes the window “Maroon, make it fast!” Dante said as The infected start banging on the main doors

Dante and Gram barricade the main doors with a metal shelf and hold it in place while Maroon attempts to open the truck's hood “Please tell me you're done!” Dante groaned before Maroon uses her shotgun to break open the hood and She looks inside

“It's empty…”

“What?!” Dante yelled moving over to the truck, seeing it is empty “It's fuckin' empty!” Maroon told him “Guys!” Gram shouted still holding back the barricade “Maroon, where to?” Dante asked

“Uh-” Maroon paused “Maroon, where?!” Dante repeated as Maroon hesitated “Anywhere but here!” She replied while Dante runs over to Gram and grabs his arm dragging him away from the door

“Get ready to haul ass. C'mon!” Maroon shouted…

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[chaotic-super]

Date Night

Here's a little Sanvers fic as part of the Mods' collection of example fics for the Supergirl May-hem event!

AO3 link

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Alex ducks down behind a dumpster, nearly falling on her ass as Maggie slides in next to her, bumping into her with enough force to make the redhead have to grab onto the side of the dumpster to hold them both up. She’s utterly disgusted as her hands are immediately covered in a fluid she really hopes hasn’t come from the abandoned mattress, half sticking out the top of the trash.

“Gross.” Alex hisses.

“Sorry,” Maggie says, not really paying attention as she pulls out her gun.

Alex looks over at her in shock. “You brought a gun to date night.”

Maggie nods earnestly. “As current events show, sometimes date night can get derailed and we need a gun. Unless you want to fight whatever the hell kind of alien is trying to murder us with just your bare hands.”

Alex shakes her head, reaching behind her to pull out her own gun. “Nah, not when I have this baby.”

“You were giving me shit when you have your own?”

“I wasn’t giving you shit; I was just finding you very sexy.” Alex leans in to press her lips to her cheek quickly before she dives out from their hiding spot, her gun pointing up at the alien. It’s yellow, large and decidedly ugly.

Maggie joins Alex, her gun immediately finding its target. The alien looks kind of like a giant blob of Jell-O, and she’s not sure if that makes it more or less terrifying. Either way, they have to stop it before it takes over all of downtown. After that, maybe they can carry on with their date night. This is their first one in three weeks because of their jobs and all they want is a quiet night where they can eat at a greasy diner.

“How are we gonna stop it?” Maggie pants, unable to look away from it.

“Shoot now and ask questions later,” Alex says, looking equally as shocked at the appearance of the alien. She pauses after shooting her first round off into the alien, watching as the bullet gets lodged in the alien’s back as it merely scratches over the area where it was shot, tickled by the sensation. “Is it bad that I want to take a bite?”

“Yes.” Maggie nods, looking at Alex like she’s on something. “Now, call your sister to come and deal with this so we can go home and salvage what’s left of our night.”

Maggie has always been a little better at plans. Alex’s insistence on fighting before thoroughly assessing the situation has been her downfall before, and it certainly will be again.

Rushing to do what she says, Alex presses the button on her signal watch once, calling for the help of her sister.

It barely takes ten seconds before Supergirl lowers herself onto the sidewalk in front of them. “How can I…oh, I see.”

“Can you handle it, Supergirl?” Maggie questions. “It’s date night and—”

“Say no more.” Kara holds her hands up. “You two kids get out of here. I’ve got this all under control.”

Alex doesn’t control the cackle that comes out of her mouth as a bench is thrown at Kara, the metal wrapping around her head. That’s what she gets for talking like a chaperone at a middle school dance.

“Well, that wasn’t very polite,” Kara mutters, turning around to deal with the alien and letting the two lovebirds get on with their night.

Alex and Maggie both put their guns away as they back away from the fight, wincing as they see Kara get bellyflopped by the alien, but they’re not worried. They know that she can handle it. Kara is steadily using her heat vision to slice off part of the alien, hoping to injure it enough that it’ll stop rather than having to kill it.

“So, shall we go back to the diner?” Alex asks.

“We have vegan ice cream at home. Want to watch a movie and then head to bed for an early night?” Maggie links their fingers together, pulling Alex into her side more firmly, trying to warm herself up in the cool air. Her leather jacket might look cool but she should really invest in a warmer one now that it’s getting colder.

“Oh?” Alex smiles down at her, her eyebrows wiggling in the least sexy way possible. “Early night, huh?”

Maggie shrugs. “Yeah, it’s been quite a night. Maybe we should…sleep.”

“In your dreams, Sawyer,” Alex says, bumping her hip into Maggie’s as they walk.

Maggie leans into her side a little more as they fall into step, their shoes tapping against the ground in a steady, soothing rhythm, a nice sound to compliment the comfortable silence they’ve fallen into. A silence that is broken by the sad hum that Alex lets out as they walk past the diner they were in earlier. The one that they didn’t actually get to eat in.

Maggie sighs but smiles at her nonetheless, her dimples coming out in full force. “You still want a burger, don’t you?”

Alex looks a little guilty as she winces. “Yeah, kind of a lot, actually.”

“Fine, but I get to pick the movie when we get home.”

“Babe, if you think I care about that particular activity when we get home, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Touché.”

Check out the Supergirl May-hem event, open for writers, artists and betas who want to collaborate and create art for any WLW ship in the Supergirl fandom! Sign-ups open Dec 1st!

[charlesjosephwrites]

Get To Know My OC Tag

Thanks for the tag @gummybugg! Check out Bug's post here.

This one looks like a lot of fun! I'll do this for April from The Magician and Ms. Psychic.

When the news cuts back from commercial, the regular news anchor is nowhere to be seen. In his place, a woman in a neatly pressed black suit and a white domino mask sits with her feet propped up on the desk and her gaze trained down on the phone in her hand.

Someone clears their throat from off screen. Her attention snaps up towards them.

"We're live already?" She tucks her phone inside her suit jacket and jumps to her feet. "Why didn't you fuckwads warn me?" She brushes a rogue strand of red hair away from her face, shooting dirty looks all around the room.

A faint pop echoes through the room as she teleports to the other side of the desk to grin into the camera.

"Heyya everyone!" She punctuates her greeting with a double finger-guns gesture. "It's the Magician here! Um... obviously."

She pauses to straighten her bowtie.

"Listen, if I'm gonna be taking over this city soon, it's only fair that you know a little bit about me, so I've got some-" a piece of paper appears in her hand with a flick of her wrist - "questions printed out right here. You guys better be paying attention, or I'm gonna replace all of your bones with glowsticks."

She hums thoughtfully, casting her gaze down towards the paper for the first question.

1. Are you named after anyone?

"Not as far as I know."

2. When was the last time you cried?

"Don't be ridiculous. Supervillains don't cry." She stares down at the paper for a few seconds before looking back up to the camera. "Okay, apparently last week I was crying because my girlfriend is too pretty. In my defense, my brain was all scrambled with a concussion, and she is ridiculously pretty."

3. Do you have kids?

"It feels a little too early for me to be thinking about kids just yet. Maybe someday, though."

4. Do you use sarcasm?

"Doesn't everybody?"

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

"The way they're dressed. Maybe that's low hanging fruit or whatever, but some people around here have no idea how to dress themselves. Seriously, the next person I see in horribly clashing colors is getting their feet chopped off and tossed in a blender."

6. What's your eye color?

"Why don't you see for yourself?" She leans forward to give the camera a close up of her bright green eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

"I love those stupid cheesy rom-coms, especially when I watch them with my girlfriend." Her gaze flickers down back to the paper for a brief moment before snapping back up to the camera. "Wait. Shit. I'm supposed to sound intimidating, aren't I?" She clears her throat. "Scary movies are the best. I like the... violence."

8. Any special talents?

"I mean, obviously." A knife appears in her hand with a flick of her wrist. "I'm the Magician. Magic is my whole thing." She makes the knife disappear and reappear a couple more times for emphasis.

9. Where were you born?

"I was born right here in the city of Metrovale. It's the super capital of the world! At least, it will be once I'm through with it."

10. What are your hobbies?

"Oh you know. Kidnapping. Bank robbery. Magic. All that fun stuff."

11. Have you any pets?

"Nah. I don't really have time to take care of a pet right now. I think it might be cool to have a little rabbit buddy someday, though."

12. What sports do you play/have played?

"I don't like running in general. Do you really think that's gonna change when there's a ball involved?"

13. How tall are you?

"I'm five foot ten, but these boots get me up to about six two." She lifts her foot to show off her black platform boots.

14. Favorite subject in school?

"Uh... does lunch count? I'm counting lunch. School was shit, but at least I got some food while I was there."

15. Dream job?

"Supreme empress of the world." She pauses. "Actually, the whole world seems like way too much responsibility. Just ruling Metrovale would be enough. And maybe after that-"

"Magician." A voice interrupts from off screen.

All at once, the Magician's grin fades. "Ms. Psychic." She doesn't even turn around to address her. "What the fu-"

The camera clicks off.

I'll tag (softly) @oh-no-another-idea, @winterandwords, @ahordeofwasps, @enchanted-lightning-aes, @acertainmoshke, and anyone else who sees this and wants to jump in on the tag! Seriously, I love hearing about people's characters, so don't be shy. As always, no pressure though! (Also, feel free to tag me right back. I've got a lot of other characters I could do this for.)

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

stupid bitter trauma ramble under the cut

this is a Me Issue. and it is petty. but I still need to scream abt it.

just saw a post saying the whole living weapon thing as an allegory for being traumatically assigned and raised male goes hard as hell. and on the one hand yeah! i can see it, absolutely, for many if not most trans fem folks

i was taught how to use a real gun and where to shoot to kill a person when i was in elementary school. even before that, my father had me watch all kinds of war movies and documentaries with gruesome depictions in an effort to desensitize me, and both he and his dad (my grandpa) liked to show me shit from rotten dot com (shock images site featuring real dead people in horrific accidents and so on)

but on the other hand...not for my sister.

my father (antivaxx eugenicist right-wing weirdo) literally had me believing i had to lay down my life to defend my "brothers". as an expendable elder sister. Yknow. "When the government comes for us" or whatever.

my father's mom had me, as a very small child, come out and sing to calm her husband and her brother during an armed standoff...maybe 10 mins after my mom had come in and told me and my sister to lay in specific places so the risk of bullets hitting us through the walls was low. nah, into the line of fire with me!! totally fine!!!

I was socially isolated, and physically and mentally abused to the point of depersonalization--for many years just seeing myself as a living, breathing tool with the sole purpose of taking care of the "men" in my life in every and any way demanded of me.

Thanks to all that, I identified hard with child soldiers (probs most notably gundam pilots like amuro and heero) as a kid

and the idea that my sister (who A - got everything she wanted, especially if it could be taken from me; B - was praised and treated gently by everyone around her no matter how minimal the effort put in; C - had every single time she bit me hard enough to draw blood, or slammed my head into tile, or dragged me across the floor by my hair, or whatever all excused bc "that's just how boys are"; D - was allowed to eat whenever she wanted while i was expected to give up any food i had AND pay for both my sib's school lunches at the expense of my own since i was already working at fucking 12 years old) had an upbringing in any fucking way comparable to the hell i went through makes me unspeakably angry

And I can say for sure it is still not at all comparable. If any of us three are the living weapon, it's me; the automaton intended to keep her, the dear and important first son in our family's eyes, cushioned and protected from the world, propped up on my fucking back.

I don't doubt she suffered, of course, even outside of stuff that was recontextualized after she came out. I saw everything firsthand. I was there navigating everything for all of us siblings. I know she suffered. We were only a year apart in age, after all; I saw everything at home and school, and since my mom treated me like a second parent and confidant (instead of, yknow, like her kid), I got extra insight!!

She was handed everything else she wanted of mine, growing up, but fuck if I'll let her have this now.