#well at least they're quiet now but. i wanna die.

[yukinyaminyato]

nooooo my phone just randomly connected to my roommate's netflix and i accidentally paused the show she was watching?????? HOW 😭

[scekrex]

Sooooo, about that idea 😂😂 I'm sure you already know where this is going 👀👀

Adam and reader casually talking about something and they get to the subject of being together somehow even after death, how it would or should go if either of them dies and reader just goes: "Well, I definitely wouldn't move on if you died (Oup-). I don't think I would be able to... " and Adam just looks at him with a bewildered look and goes: "Fuck you mean 'If I died you wouldn't move on'??YOU'RE MY HUSBAND, IF I'M DYING, YOU'RE DYING. WITH. ME. AIN'T NO CHOICE! WE ARE MARRIEEEEED, WE GON' DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND IF THAT INVOLVES DYING THEN SO HELP ME HOLY FATHER, YOUR SPICY ASS IS GOING WITH ME". Originally I thought about the reader to say all of that, but then I just thought: No, hold on, that's such an Adam thing to say 😂😂

I swear Adam's so full of himself he'd simply be offended that reader's first intention wasn't "We're ride or die babe, if you die, I die with you" lmao

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, talking about death, slightly cracky

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“What’s up, buttercup,” Adam hummed as he sat down next to you on the bed. The thoughts of the upcoming extermination weren't sitting right with you, it was really nothing more than a gut feeling but something told you that Adam and you should skip extermination day this year. And maybe that was part of the reason why you've been so quiet all day, maybe not, who knew.

Well, Adam seemed to at least know that something was bothering you.

You rested your head against his upper arm and sighed, maybe talking would get it off your chest for a moment, talking to Adam about the things that bothered you often helped. “I wanna skip extermination this year,” you started, you weren't able to look at your husband, not that you were afraid of his reaction but you knew how much that day meant to him as the leader of the exorcists. “Why?” was all the brunette asked as his wing softly wrapped itself around your back, the tip of his feathers were therefore resting on your thighs, not that you minded.

Yeah, why was a damn good question. Because of some stupid fucking gut feeling wasn't exactly the answer you wanted to give but it was all you had that came close to a reason so you said that. Adam remained silent for a moment, he seemed to be genuinely thinking about a response. “I get it,” he then mumbled and that made you peek up to him with curious eyes. You wouldn't have thought he did, or maybe he just said it to ease your mind a little. “Before my first extermination I was so fucking nervous,” the first man continued with a soft chuckle rumbling through his body and his arm came up to softly caress your shoulder, “I mean every time we go down there my life's on the line, and not just fucking mine but the lives of my chicks too.” Yeah, you assumed he was right. “I mean, it's not like these demon bitches would fight back or shit, but, y’know, they could, so what if they quit being fucking bitches and hurt my ladies? They're not going to, but they fucking could and-” he paused for a moment, took a deep breath as his eyes focused on the wall across the bed, “and that's fucking scary.”

Had Adam just admitted that he was scared of something? That he was scared of the demons in hell fighting back? It seemed that way. “I don't think I'd be able to move on if they'd kill ya,” your voice was quiet, shaking and far from sounding stable. Adam's eyes moved from the wall to you, an offended look in them, “The fuck you mean ‘you wouldn't be able to move on?” You backed off a little in order to look at him properly, “Y’know, I don't think I'd be able to ever be happy again.”

The first man grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly, playfully, yet his eyes were dead serious when he spoke, “You’re my fucking husband, if I die you're dying with me, ain't no fucking choice.” You frowned a little at his words, but now that you thought about it dying with him sounded better than grieving his death for all of eternity. Your wing nudged his shoulder playfully and you replied, “Yeah well, that offer wasn't on the fucking table.” That caused a grin to erupt on his face and he pressed your upper body backwards until your back was flush against the mattress, “Yeah well, fuck whatever offer’s on the table and what's not, we're fucking married bitch.” His face came close to yours as he leaned down and for a brief moment you thought he was going to steal a kiss from you, but then his lips moved to your nape instead, “We’re gonna do everything together and if that involves dying, then holy father help me, your spicy ass is coming with me and if I have to drag you with me personally,” he paused to press a kiss to your jaw, his teeth softly scraping against your skin before he continued, “Then fuck, I fucking will, you got that?”

A laughter bubbled up from your chest at that and you grabbed onto his shoulders to flip you both over, now you were on top of him, “When the fuck did I sign up for a double homicide, huh?” He grinned up at you from below as his hands slid down your sides to come rest on your hips, “When you signed the fucking papers to marry me, slipped in a little contract that said your ass belongs to me and that you have to fucking die with me.” You pretended to punch his chest as you chuckled, “Fuck you, bitch.” Adam's grin only widened at that as he cheekily shot back a, “Do it yourself, you fucking coward.”

If he was inviting you so nicely, who were you to reject?

[beanghostprincess]

I'm gonna shamelessly drop some silly headcanons for the Cross Guild and also Shuggy:

• Shanks absolutely told Mihawk to his face "hey I think you and my boyfriend should hook up"

".... Excuse me?"

"I said you and Blue should hook up! :)"

".................. what percentage is that rum-?"

"I'm not drunk! I just think you'd like him!"

"Shanks. Redhair. I begrudgingly think of you as an acquaintance with whom I am not averse to spending time with, but if you ever insinuate I would "hook up" with a clown of all things, I will sever your other arm and beat you to death with it."

".... hot."

"You need professional help."

• cut to several years later, Mihawk is looking at Buggy, laid out on the ground on his tummy and playing with a baby humandrill. Oh, he thinks, watching Buggy coo and smile, quiet for once, sweet and unfiltered, oh no

• falling in love, for Mihawk, was a gradual decline, slow and steady until he suddenly got kicked off a cliff roadrunner style. He was warming up to the clown, was beginning to see what perhaps Shanks saw in him, was growing begrudgingly fond. Then one day, he happened across Buggy curled over onto a desk late at night, his cartoonishly large red outfit loose around him, drowning his limbs. With a touch of something approaching compassion, he designs to move the other to the couch at the very least, but then he sees Buggy is kneading the spare fabric in his sleep, not unlike a cat. When Mihawk scoops him up, the swordsman almost drops him because humans do not purr, and yet... shit. Shit. The Clown is cute. Who authorized this? Seas damn it all, he owes the Red bastard 250 Berri

• Crocodile resisted love with all the aplomb of a feral koala on crack. He outright REFUSED to fall for a clown, let alone THIS clown in particular. Then Buggy goes and does something absolutely mundane but cripplingly sweet like making his coffee PERFECTLY and then asking about the newest batch of strawberrywanis that just hatched. Croc gets affection aggression and is fuming over how much he wants to kiss this dumbass.

Buggy goes and makes it worse by making a soft comment about having been looking into their care himself out of interest and brings up maybe looking into expanding, what with the 'Wani yield, something Croc has been debating for future endeavors because while the current set up is okay and will remain alright, it won't always be. He is frothing. He is feral. He wants to kiss the clown. Shit. SHIT. How dare he?!

• Buggy is simply Oblivious. He has Shanks (and wowza if that hadn't been nice, seeing his boyenemy again after a highly traumatic experience like prison-and-then-war), and he knows he has a bit of a crush on his new business partners, but there's no way they'll like HIM back. It's simply not a Thing. He'll make do with self indulgent fantasies for now.

• Shanks is across the new world, sipping rum out of a sippy cup and grinning at the denden bc He Knows. He knows damn well that nobody is immune to his baby's charm. Nobody Is Immune To Buggy.

• Luffy wakes from a nap in a cold sweat like "my sand dad is about to kiss my clown mom. Zoro. Zoro wake up your dad is about to fuck my mom. Zoro-"

My favorite thing about Cross Guild falling in love is the inevitable way in which both Crocodile and Mihawk swear on their life they will NOT IN A MILLION YEARS fall for somebody as pathetic and ridiculous as the clown. And yet. And yet, they fall and it is painful to go through and they hate every second of it. But it goes from "I wanna kill him" to "He's okay" to "I guess he is cute" to "I would kill for him" in, like, months. Which for them feels like seconds. And they want to die.

And Buggy is completely oblivious, of course, he thinks they hate him. They are just two neurodivergent men who do not know how to communicate their feelings because they have been on their own for too long. So they are just. They're idiots.

Also, Luffy and Zoro reacting to Bughawk has to be the funniest things in the world-

[taradactylus]

Been off from tumblr a bit but I just wanna share my general thoughts about TSAMS, especially today's episode...

‼️Quick warning for suicide and self harm mention‼️

I feel betrayed. I legit cried. Out of embarassment, betrayal, and pure but well-reserved anger.

I'm not going to be quiet about how to show handled Sun's problem. Not one fucking media type ever dares to normally bring up suicidal problems, the people who suffer from this, the amount of kids and adults who DIE from such thoughts. This isn't about the overly edgy teenagers who want to normalize cutting yourself is okey and cool. This is about the people who suffered for months and years with such conditions while the world made fun of them or ignored their calls for help. Ignored the signs.

USA doesn't have much of a public transport where the show is going on. But here we do. And a lot of trains are late every day. Late for hours because of "mechanical issues". 8 out of 10 times the mechanical issue is a local kid who jumped front of the train. A teenager fed up with life. An adult who lost their way. An ederly too impatient for death.

I have waited months. Months. To see how Sun deals with it. A character I fell in love with not in a romantic sense, a character who shared way too many of my own problems from hallucinations from abuse till betrayal. A character who was pushed and pulled their entire life around people who slapped you then said they love you. I wanted to see how he heals out from it.

The signs were there. Everywhere. Sun said it out loud once that he at least fantasized about death. EVEN OLD MOON KNEW ABOUT THIS! He literally told New Moon Sun would be capable of doing it.

So why... why through Miku, the character used as the "weird fandom girl" symbol do they bring up such a delicate topic? A topic that is not delicate because you have to tip toe around the people who live with self destructive thoughts day and night, but delicate because it matters to be properly heard out AND NO ONE LISTENS!

Not one fucking media listens. A lot of us out there rely on fandoms. Stories we can escape to because the world never listens. And call me a self-projector all you want dear creators or whoever writes the story, but you either just pulled the cheapest and most dumbest way to close off a story line with solving Sun's problems off-screen, or you just legit don't give a fuck about people who "self-projected".

Honestly, what if I did? What if in a sense, I saw myself in Sun? A Sunshine of a character ruined and changed by the things that happened to him. Am I not allowed to relate to him? Am I an annoying "fan-girl" for caring about how he heals because I myself have no idea how to do it either? Or am I like Miku for hoping someone calls out on his behaviour because that's something I've wanted my entire life and never got?

And here I am, still somehow hoping Sun is lying. That he is in denial. That there is more to what was shown... but honestly? How long should I wait and hope while the character I started to like is now becoming a bit too toxic?

And with all due respect, I'm taking this episode personally. The creators watch the fandom. Probably have their secret accounts to see what the people theorize. And if Sun is not lying, and suicide is an annoying topic and we are self-projecting too much onto Sun, with all due respect, dear creators... grow the fuck up and educate yourself.

I don't need the world to pity my ass for having self-harming habits, wishing to die and even attempted suicide before (I'm getting my ass to therapy in the meantime so do not worry about me), but all I want from content creators to fucking educate themselfes before bringing up such topics. TO CARE A BIT MAYBE?!

I have survived my worst times, but not everyone does (it's not about who is weaker or stronger, only utter guilt held me back, without that I'd be long gone), andI want for those who has no help feel like they're heard and seen. Cause literally that's all itt takes sometimes to maybe save someone's life.

So yeah. I'm utterly disappointed in this episode. Not because I want the world to know that I'm suicidal and everyone should tip toe around me and "omg pls give me attention" ect ect ect...

Im disappointed because I had hopes for TSAMS to maybe, maybe be an example and bring this topic up normally for a change. But well... here goes my hope for an educational approach of suicide and self harm in a popular show.

[coquexari]

Happy birthday!

Specifically the lemon sleep deprived Athena was looking at.

Is there a deeper meaning? Is it an inside joke a reference? Do I have to analysis it like my 9 grade English novel study? Or is it just to spite me (also severally sleep deprived) and looking for an answer would be fruitless. As mister hippo of FNAF said "sometimes a story is just a story"

*deranged laughter*

*inhales* I'm ok. I think.

Figured out the sirens name :)

Happy birthday once again!!!!!!

My friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise. But, I, uh, y'know, I - I - I don't feel too bad about it. After all, if it weren't for me it would've just been from someone else, y'know? I guess what I'm trying to say is life - life goes on. Well... Well for everyone else life goes on. Not - not for you.. uh.. You're dead. That's neither here nor there.

It reminds me of one summer day in the park. I was having just a delightful picnic with my good friend Orville, and I said to him - I said "Orville, I-I have a story."

And he said to me "What's the significance of the story?" and...

I said to him "O-Orville, not every story has to have significance, y'know? Sometimes, uh, y'know, sometimes a story is just a story. You try to read into every little thing and find meaning in everything anyone says you'll just drive yourself crazy. Had a friend do it once - Wasn't pretty. We talked about it for years. And not only that, but you'll likely end up believing something you shouldn't believe, thinking something you shouldn't think, o-or assuming something you shouldn't assume, y'know?"

Sometimes I said "A story is-is just a story, so just be quiet for one second in life and eat your sandwich, okay?" Of course, it was only then I realized I'd made sandwiches.

Poor Orville was... having such difficulty eating it. Elephants have those clumsy hands, y'know? Actually, I-I suppose that's the problem. They don't have hands at all, do they? The-they're all feet! An-I-I couldn't imagine someone asking me to eat a sandwich with my feet.

Now, if I recall correctly there was a bakery nearby. I said to him, "Orville, let me go get you some rye bread." Now, I-I'm unsure if elephants enjoy rye bread, but I assure you that Orville does.

Now this was on a Tuesday, which was good because rye bread was always fresh on Tuesday. They made sourdough bread on Monday, and threw it out Wednesday... or rather they sold it at a discount for people wanting to feed the ducks, and probably at the end of the day finally they threw it all out - I don't recall.

I do remember a man who would bring his son to the bakery every Wednesday and go feed the ducks. He would buy all of the sourdough bread. Of course, y'know, you're not supposed to feed the ducks sourdough bread at all. It swells up in their stomach and then they all die. At, uh.. at least... at least that's what I've heard. Y'know I-I never saw any ducks die myself, but I did notice a substantial decrease in the duck population over the course of a few years. I just never thought to stop the man and tell him that he was killing the ducks by feeding them sourdough bread! And if you want my opinion on the matter, heh - and I told Orville this as well - "If you wanna feed ducks, or birds, or any kind for that matter, it's best to buy seed."

I mean, when you think about it, breads of any sort don't occur in nature. They don't grow on trees, or spring up from the bushes. I don't think birds know what to do with bread. What was I saying?

Oh-oh, yes yes.

So I bought Orville some rye bread. What a fine day it was.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and worst of both worlds (part 12)

Tw: injury, yandere and monty just being a creep

the University option was 60% wben the votes were 20, idk y suddenly u guys decided to favour 5 blocks away from ur house too

Damn from what i seen theres like distinct team monty and team Yves, ngl as writer i am biased towards Yves he my favourite

Part 13

You told him that you need to go to class.

Montgomery frowned. "If ya' say so." He shifted his gears and began driving away.

You looked at the scenery around you. This place is definitely not somewhere you visited before, you see a few buses driving by. But none of which you recognize.

"You free during the weekends?" He asked.

You said no.

Montgomery pouted. "Well, when are you free?"

You shrugged and said being a university student is demanding.

He sighed dejectedly. "What do I know, I only have a high school diploma. Wasn't one for the books, I'd rather git' out there and make me some cash."

You stayed silent.

"You ain't built for that, it really ain't for the faint hearted. So you gotta stay in school and try your hardest, sweetheart. Follow your dreams of becoming... whatever you wanted to be."

You nodded in acknowledgement. But Montgomery kept talking.

"I came to the city 'cause I heard I can make it big there. I didn't really have a plan, I was hopin' I'd make big bucks and start my own business." He switched his blinker on as he readies himself to make a turn.

"It was totally harder than I thought. I moved from city to city, was broke in every single one and I had to live out of my car if I wanted to eat. The people, all of 'em were mean as hell no matter where I go. They're nothin' like the people back home."

Curiosity gets the best of you and you asked why didn't he just return to base.

He laughed. "I didn't wanna hear an 'I told you so' from my family. I had to fight to get out of that damn farm. I can't imagine the humiliation if I come back home, tail between my legs, empty handed."

The air between you became quiet after that.

"So... what are ya' studying?"

You tried your best to explain your degree and the profession that you're hoping to work as. Montgomery hummed in response.

"I dunno much about that. But it sure sounds stressful and too brainy for me. You're such a smart kid."

You said thanks.

"A little lackin' in the brawn department though. That's why you need me to protect ya'." He grinned. "We sure are such a great match! When I get that business idea of mine up and runnin', you're gonna be handling the books. I'll be handlin' the shop- the physical part. We're gonna be swimmin' in riches, in no time!"

You didn't respond to that, making his excited laughter die down quickly.

"...Or you could just choose what'cha wanna do. Fine by me, I'll fund it the best I can." Montgomery is starting to look uncomfortable, it seems like he's trying to make some conversation with you. But you didn't want to give him any more of your attention.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly.

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"Sixth period, I guess." He stopped in front of the entrance. You wonder if he's confused as to why he barely sees anyone around now.

You looked at the time. It's 11:45AM. The bus is coming in 5 minutes.

"Here." He shoved something into your hands. "Treat yourself to something nice." You uncrumpled it to reveal two $20 bills.

You thanked him and pulled the handle of the door.

"Wait! I want your number!" He got out of his car and ran up to you.

You said that you don't remember and you don't have your phone with you.

"You don't remember your own phone number?" He stared in disbelief.

You said that with the advancement of technology, no one needs to remember any phone numbers. It's all stored in the smartphone.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I think you should memorize at least a couple of em'. What are ya' gonna do when your phone breaks, huh? You're gonna be doomed!"

Yeah. Like how you are right now.

You tried to end the conversation by agreeing and saying bye.

"I have an idea." You yelped as he grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled out a pen and uncapped it, Montgomery wrote a string of numbers on your arm.

You can only watch as he decorated your entire forearm in horror. How are you going to explain this to Yves?

"There, that's my number."

You pulled your arm away and told him that you're going to be late for class.

"Don't forget to call me!" He hollered as you move far, far away from him.

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Finally, $40 richer, 100% more disturbed, 200% sweatier, you reached your house. 20 minutes late.

You dragged yourself onto the porch and struck your arm repeatedly against the door. Panting with your tongue out like a dog.

You wiped the sweat off your brow as the door opened. Thinking it's one of your housemates, you tried walking past them, only to be grabbed by the shoulders.

"(Name)!"

You looked up and saw Yves with the most haunting expression you've ever seen on his beautiful yet bruised face. Half it was still concealed by his hair. There was a mix of worry, sadness, anger and relief. It was an expression that guarantees you're in trouble.

You stared at him for a few seconds, his dilated pupil never left yours. You felt like you were on a court trial during those 20 seconds, Yves seemingly scrutinizing every aspect of your soul.

You burst into tears, sobbing loudly and pathetically. You didn't know where to start, you had so many unmet needs at the moment.

You're roasting in your own skin and sunburnt, you don't even have a wink of sleep, you feel violated by Montgomery, your stomach hurts from eating the greasy fast food, your muscles are aching from that epinephrine shot, you have a headache, you don't like how your clothes stuck to your body and Yves is mad at you.

One of the needs was immediately met when he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm not upset at you." He whispered, pressing kisses on your head. You cried harder and sunk into him deeper.

Of course, he knew what happened, where you went and what Montgomery did. All of it was caught on surveillance cameras and they're easy to hack into. He heard the conversations between you and him, Montgomery should upgrade his phone, it didn't even put up a fight when he tried accessing it remotely.

All because he didn't predict that you would be anaphylactic to your new medicine. If you knew he's virtually everywhere and watching your every move, Yves would have immediately intercepted before you could even put a foot down on the floor.

Yves let you wet his clothes until you calmed down enough for him to pull you into the house, where it is much cooler and dimmer. Your nosy housemates were peeking from the hallway, but this time Yves wasn't acting so nice. He shot them all a death glare, which made them promptly retreat into their rooms.

He closes the door and leads you to the sofa. Where he allowed you to let your emotions out on his chest, while sitting on his lap.

A hand stroking the back of your head, another pulling you close to him. Yves placed his lips on your forehead as snot drips down your nose and onto Yves. He doesn't mind your sweat or skin flakes.

Yves does appreciate that Montgomery was there at the right time. When you started to rub your eyes excessively, Yves was already on the highway, doing 120 miles per hour on an 80 limit. He knows something is wrong.

Unfortunately, though, he was too late and Montgomery already drove off with you. So he had to do a detour and tailgate him instead.

He did all the calculations and thought of all the possible outcomes in his head. And... to his dismay, the best one was to let everything that happened to you happen. Yves lets go and allows Montgomery to be the hero for today for the sake of your life.

But you were never in any real danger. Yves was following closely behind this entire time. Of course, you're definitely going to be uncomfortable. However, he knows you're not stupid, he could not slip a single "coincidence" that will allow him to save you from Montgomery. It's going to be too implausible to happen given that Yves is still a relatively "normal" person in your eyes.

You hiccupped in his chest, apologizing over and over again. Yves assured you that you did nothing wrong. He reached for his bag, taking out a packet of wet wipes and dry facial tissues.

He began cleaning you with the damp towel. Yves did not flinch when you coughed right into his face and had thick, opaque mucus land on his eyelashes. He continued wiping away the snot and tears while letting a glob of green rest on his eye.

If you had lingered at the university longer, Yves would have 'coincidentally' bumped and picked you up instead. Under the guise of him searching for you because he arrived early at your place to find the front door unlocked, your bag in your room and your phone on the table. Very unusual behavior of you.

But he underestimated your desperation to catch the next bus. You have broken his records, that was the fastest you ever ran since middle school and he has the data to back it up.

Now that you're slowly relaxing, Yves removed the goop from his eye using another wet wipe. His long eyelashes clumped together from the moisture. He continued by drying you using the facial tissues, which includes drying the sweat from your back and to your rear. Who gives a damn if Yves has his hands up your shirt and down your pants, it's Yves. You trust him.

You didn't pay enough attention to wonder why he brought some aloe gel today out of all days. Yves snapped the lid open and applied a pea sized amount on his fingertips. Yves spread it evenly on your now peeling skin, you let your shoulders sag as the gel soothes the burning pain.

Montgomery proved himself useful, twice. First, by saving your life. Second, by helping Yves look much more appealing to you. Doesn't his feather-like touches feel nice? It's nothing like that brute's talons.

Yves only wished that he had half a brain to feed you something appropriate and not an artery-blocking lump of fat and sugar. Four, of them plus two grease saturated hash browns, to be precise. God, Montgomery is spineless, he should have stopped you or at least found a way to make you eat slower.

You fell limp onto him as he skillfully massaged your scalp with his fingers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tingles travel down your spine, causing you to forget about the soreness you've been experiencing.

Yves had a look of disdain when he caught a glimpse of Montgomery's phone number written on your arm in pen ink. He doesn't know when to quit, does he?

You never once stopped to wonder how he knew to prepare a pack of ice wrapped in a towel even before you came back. He brought the chilly item to your neck, cooling down one of your crucial points.

Yves continued massaging your head to relieve you of any tension. He ticked off his mental checklists on your needs, another thing is going to be off his list very soon.

He watches your eyelids droop until your eyes are fully closed. Now draped across his lap, you're starting to snore and drift into slumberland.

He sighed. Caressing your tender leg as you sleep.

"You are such a troublemaker." He quietly hissed. Scooping you into his strong arms.

Yves carried you into your room, where he lowered you onto your bed. He didn't put the blanket on you, because you will overheat, wake up and panic again.

He went out and retrieved his bag. Yves took out his portable fan and placed it near you, so the moving air could cool you down further. If you weren't so bashful and considerate, he would have installed a portable air conditioning unit in your room already. But he knows you will find the gesture too extravagant and start to spiral out of control with your self depreciation.

He closed the curtains, turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the otherwise dark room are the holes in your curtains and his laptop screen.

Yves took a seat, put on his reading glasses and began typing away. One hand keying in the information, the other holding the wretched medication that hospitalized you.

[asco-bisco]

School Bus Graveyard Stereotypical Personality(?) AU

so i posted this on ao3 and im gonna delete the chapter with all this info but i still wanted to get this out js incase anyone is interested

Ashlyn Banner: The Introverted High School Girl

- I'm just getting a lot of Tall Girl vibes but I never watched the movie

- Still has the same personality but I might write a bunch of cringy ahh y/n stuff

- She still likes dogs just because

- She absolutely despises EVERYONE on a more alarming level (she hates Tyler)

- She pesters Taylor about wearing makeup

- She listens to Prom Dress by mxmtoon (at least she's supposed to give off the vibe)

- Still does ballet

- I don’t know how to run her under a stereotype without making her a ‘quirky’ girl or a pick me girl

Aiden Clark: Your Pyscotic Mosquito

- He has no concept of personal space (as usual)

- He needs to give off the annoying stalker vibe or creepy vibe, not the one everyone simps for

- Kinda stalks people (he knows where everyone in his group lives)

- He pulls pranks on people he doesn't like (He does the whoopie cushion prank on Tyler)

- I guess 10x crazier and maybe not as caring--if the roof thing with Ashlyn happened again, he'd probably call others to help instead or would end up inside the house before it even happened

- I don't know anymore

Ben Clark: Quiet Unpopular Kid

- He doesn't care about your well-being (idk)

- He's still the medic of the team though, if that makes sense

- His trauma is still there but his anger issues just exist, they don't get triggered from bullying though they just exist ig

- Maybe that's why he's unpopular

- I don't know if he should still live with Aiden or not

- I wanna make him mean idk y but he prob won't be

- He doesn't get as flustered as he does in the webtoon, like y'know those moments where he's just cute asf (maybe that's just me) but those moments don't exist anymore

Logan Fields: Nerdy Astronomy-Loving Boy

- He still has W shooting skills

- He's way shyer though like he full-on goes "U-Uhm, I-I-I-I-I t-th-thi-think we-w-we-we s-should g-g-go n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now"

- the stuttering is not that much tho (i would DIE writing that)

- Tyler and Aiden pick on him a lot (not together though, in their own time)

- Aiden purposely gets Logan to do things he doesn't want to do like face a phantom or go patrolling just to see him squirm and cry

- Whether or not he becomes the sassy S2 Logan we know is a secret (and to be decided)

- He sticks around Taylor a lot because Tyler and Aiden are basically bullies and Ashlyn and Ben are too scary to be around (they're both quiet people who give you death stares)

Taylor Hernández: Nice Popular Girl

- She loves everyone and teases her brother a lot

- She still has trauma (joking about it is how she copes)

- She is kind to EVERYONE but if you share lip gloss/mascara with her, you're keeping it forever (she doesn't want your germs)

- She’s blunt and doesn’t think before she speaks

- so passive aggressive it’s not okay

- The only person she doesn’t love is Barron and his friends

Tyler Hernández: Rude Popular Jock

- He hates everyone that aren’t his friends

- His ego is so high it’s not okay

- He loves Tay and Tay only

- He kind of makes sure everyone is in check unconsciously because he likes to nag others

- He picks on Logan and Ashlyn for their height (he leans on them)

- Mention his dad and he just might shoot you

- Doesn’t like physical bullying but if you give him a chance to insult you, he will do it

- He might end up fighting Ben if he ticks him off, that’s to be decided tho

[spacejjunk]

My First ever fic 👉🏻👈🏻 I'll take whatever constructive criticism you throw at me

TW warning: Smut, porn with plot (especially if I keep writing), fluff, blood kink, rough sex, pretty much all the sex

Smut under the cut <3

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“What the fuck is happening?” you thought as you see THE Dean Winchester knock on the door, walking into the house. You've been staying with Bobby the last couple of months, burnt out from hunting by yourself after Sam went MIA. You shoot up quickly from the couch as Bobby starts to fight with him, giving him every test in the book.

It's really him. He's back from Hell. But how?

He looks at you. You break out of your trance of shock and awe and run right towards him, embracing him. He's still shocked as well, not expecting you to be here when he came looking for Bobby's help. He hugs you back, tight, trying not to get blood on you from the slice on his arm. You don't care though, he's back.

You haven't stopped thinking about him this entire time. Before he died he had shared that he had feelings for you during one of your last hunts together. He told you that he didn't wanna die with regrets. But he held back because he knew what was coming and he didn't want to hurt you. It hurt anyway.

He leaves the embrace and starts talking to Bobby. I go back to my nest on the couch. They wanna go find Sam and give him the good news. I'm barely listening to them speak, all I can do is stare at him. He looks like shit. Rough and calloused and definitely in need of a shower. His clothes are covered in dirt and blood. All you wanna do is rip them off.

Me and Bobby have been looking for Sam for months now. Last we heard he was somewhere in the Midwest but he hasn't kept in touch. Bobby tells Dean he has a few leads and wants to go check them out. However, I want some alone time with Dean and it doesn't look like I'm going to get what I want.

I snap out of my thoughts to hear Bobby tell Dean to stay here for the night. That he needs to rest and we don't even have a clue where Sam is. Bobby's going to go look for clues and he'll be back when he has a lead.

“I'll take good care of him! I'll make sure he eats and gets a good night's rest.” I tried not to sound so excited. I don't think it worked because now they're both looking at me weird.

Dean pipes up, “We'll be okay here Bobby, I definitely need to shower and get a drink. Just be safe and let us know as soon as you find even a trace of him.” Bobby nods, starting to gather up supplies to take on his road trip

Bobby leaves and Dean starts to raid the fridge, of course. Finding nothing of substance, and by substance I mean no burgers or pie, he turns to me and asks me if I wanna go for a drink. There's a dive bar near here with the best burgers so I offer to drive us over there. “You think I'm going to let you drive sweetheart? No fucking way. Give me your keys.”

We drive in silence. The tension in the air is thick. I try to look out the window but all I wanna do is look at him. My hearts been racing ever since he walked through that door earlier today. All I wanna know is what he's thinking. How is he doing? It's not like he's going to outright tell me. Dean was never good with feelings. I look over and his jaw is clenched, eyes staring straight ahead. We're almost there. It's still pretty early in the night so it should be quiet there right now. Maybe he'll talk to me. Maybe he'll tell me about the last 4 months. I doubt it but at least I can try.

The bar smells like stale cigarettes and whiskey. God I could use a whiskey. It's been so quiet between the two of us and all I wanna do is talk to him. I just don't know where to start.

We sit in a booth in the corner. Dean grabs a whole bottle of top shelf whiskey for us and 2 glasses and brings it back to the table. Its gonna be a long night. He finally makes the first move to talk. “So… you missed me?” he said with a smirk. “Of course I did you jackass. I thought I was never going to see you again.” I hit him playfully on the shoulder, he winces a bit and leans away. I pretended not to notice.

“So say something. You usually never shut the fuck up but now you wanna go mute?” He slams down his first drink, pouring another. All I can think is I'm not letting him drive my baby home if he keeps going like this. I'm babying my drink, looking at him. He's daring me to ask him what everyone else is thinking.

“So… how was Hell?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic! How the fuck do you think Hell was? I don't even know how I got back from that God forsaken place. All I know is I woke up in a fucking coffin, some astronomically weird shit happened and I hauled ass to Bobbys.” He finishes his second drink in one long gulp.

Yeah this is gonna be a long night.

“Do you want me to distract you or do you wanna talk about it?” I say, trying to figure out a way to comfort him without being sappy. I don't know if he remembers what he told me before he died. I don't even know if he still feels that way. I don't wanna push all of that onto him at once. He just got back from literal Hell. I just wanna keep things light and fun.

“Distract me. Tell me about the last 4 months. Anything fun?” he says, onto his third drink. The way he's drinking I'm going to be dragging him back home.

“Oh you know the usual. I was hunting for a bit in the beginning after you… left. Few vamp nests in New York. That was fun. Demons, shifters, the usual. I just needed a release. I tried to stay close to here in case Bobby needed anything. He's been worried about Sam. We all have been. Bobby's taken me in as a stray and I guess it's been good for both of us. I keep the house clean and keep him in line. He's been teaching me a lot more about the supernatural. I've even got my own journal now!” I'm rambling. He's watching me closely though. I just wish I was a damn mind reader. What is going on inside that beautiful head?

Its starting to fill up in here as the night goes on. Dean's drank almost the whole bottle of whiskey. We've been shooting the shit, talking about everything but the tension between us. His green eyes are tinted red and I suggest we go back home to relax. Neither of us want to be around other people right now.

He let's me drive home, but he makes me stop at the gas station so he can grab beer and snacks. He jumps back into the car, throwing me a Twix, my favorite, I'm happy he remembered.

We get back to Bobby's and he finally goes to take a shower. I was teasing him at the bar that his appetite made him lose track of how rough he looks right now. As I sit on the couch I notice a weird scar on his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom. It looks like a handprint? What the fuck is up with that?

I go outside, it's such a nice night. The skies are clear and I get lost in thought looking up at the stars. The one good thing about being in the middle of nowhere are the stars. Bobby texted earlier saying he had a possible trail, so he may be home as early as tomorrow. I'm lost in thought when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump back, ready to fight whoever is there when I realize it's just Dean.

“Woah there sweetheart. You really think I'd let anything else get you out here? Not a chance. What were you thinking about?”

Oh what was I thinking about? My mind was racing with thoughts of him. What's with the handprint? How is he really? How can I tell him I haven't stopped thinking about him since he told me he was falling for me? How I grieved the love that could've been. How I burnt myself out fighting monsters because I was so pissed at the world for letting him die. How all I want to do is kiss him right now.

“Oh nothing. Just looking at the stars. They're beautiful tonight.” I sighed. Why am I so scared to just talk to him?

“Bullshit. What are you really thinking about? I can tell when you're lying. I haven't seen you in 4 months but that doesn't negate the last 10 years we've known each other.” His words have me taken aback. He's drinking a beer, leaned on the railing and just staring at me now. Fuck it. I'll tell him what's on my mind.

“Dean, do you remember what you told me before you died? On our last hunt together?”

He nods

“I haven't stopped thinking about it. I haven't stopped thinking about you. What we could've been, what I wanted us to be. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember Dean.” It all starts to pour out.

“Fuck all I've wanted to do all night is comfort you. To hold you. To tell you everything I was thinking. But I didn't wanna overwhelm you. You just got home. Who knows how you feel about me? If that changed during your time away. I don't even wanna know if you don't feel that way about me anymore. I've already grieved for you and then you walk back into my life and it's like I'm hit with every single fucking feeling at once.”

He drinks the rest of his beer. Setting it down next to him. He hasn't said anything yet. I hate this. I just want him to say something.

Instead he leans in, holds me by the back of my head and kisses me. Kisses me hard. I've never had a kiss like this that took the air from my lungs. He tastes like whiskey. Our tongues dance together, he's holding me tight, his hand moving from the back of my head down to the small of my back. I'm pressing myself against him, I can't get enough of this.

He pulls away and I'm still clinging to him. Desperate to get anything else. He's holding me. I can see hunger in his eyes as I look up at him.

“I thought about you all the time. Being in Hell, I was there for 40 years. 40 years of thinking about you. What I would do if I saw you again. I shouldn't of even said anything when I knew I was going to die. You were the last person I thought I was going to see when I came here. I've been wanting to tell you all of this all night. But instead I drowned myself in whiskey because out of everything in Hell that scared the shit out of me, you not feeling the same way scared me even more.”

He let's go of me. Looking at me, waiting for me to make the next move. I don't even know what to say. I'm dumb founded. My heart is racing, faster than I thought was possible. I can still see the hunger in his eyes. I want him. I can feel the whiskey that I drank about to make decisions for me. I'm such a fucking lightweight.

“Dean, I need you.” I practically moaned.

That's all he needed to hear. He scoops me up with one hand, unbalanced sloppy kisses as we stumble into the guest bedroom. I can't believe this is happening. This is all I've wanted for 10 years and here we are. About to be fucked by Dean Winchester.

“I'm not going easy on you. If you want me to stop then we need a safe word.” he's growling in my ear. “I don't want a safe word. Do whatever you want with me Dean. I'm all yours.” I replied breathlessly.

He's on top of me in bed. Clawing at my clothes, they can't seem to come off fast enough for him. I'm laying there in my underwear, wet as fuck, and he hasn't even taken his clothes off yet. That's not fair.

You rip his shirt off, trying to be delicate about the handprint. You'll ask him about that later. It doesn't even matter right now. Nothing matters that's going to get in the way of me getting what I want right now and what I want is him.

He helps you take off his jeans, you could already see how fucking hard he is without you even trying. He's kneeling in front of you on the bed. Taking you in. His eyes trace every part of your body, the hunger in him deepening.

“Let the fun start then baby girl.” He grabs my face so that I'm looking directly at him.

“Y-yes sir.” I choke out. His fingers find their way into my mouth and all I wanna do is be a fucking slut for him.

“Good girl. Now I want you to do everything I tell you to. If you do not comply then you will be punished. Do you understand?”

I nod. His fingers still down my throat, sucking on them, trying to show him what I can do if I could only get my mouth on his cock.

He takes his fingers out of my mouth, moving them down to my throat and choking me. God am I going to explode from just this? I am way too fucking wet right now.

He kisses me, our mouths practically melting into one. His tongue doing things I never thought would turn me on the way it did.

I try to grab for his cock, he's so fucking hard and I can see how big he is from the outline on his boxers. He slaps my hand away.

“You do not get this cock until I say so. “ He slaps you in the face. You notice his cock throb as he does so. “Next time you fuck up, you're getting punished.”

He holds my hands above my head, tight. He's kissing my neck now, biting and sucking hard. Marking his territory. I am his now and he knows it. He just needs the rest of the world to know it as well.

He let's go of your hands as he travels lower to your breasts. You leave your hands up there for good measure, even though you're kind of curious what the punishment may bring. Suddenly he has one nipple in his mouth, rolling it around with his teeth while his hand plays with the other. You let a moan escape you so he switches sides. He really wants to mark you up. Leaving patches of deep purple bruises across your torso as he makes his way downwards. The anticipation is killing you. Then he sits up and does something that you didn't expect.

He leans over the bed to find something. What's he looking for? He brings out a knife from the pocket of his jeans and you're wondering what's going to come next.

“Since you're all mine now, we need to make sure everybody knows. Always.” He taps the knife on my hip, his eyes are darker, is he going to cut me? Fuck it, I've been cut by worse things.

He carves his initials into my hip and I'm weirdly turned on by this? His other hand is holding my other hip down so I dont ruin his handiwork. He's careful and delicate as he brands me with “DW”. I watch as his face is so close to my pussy. I wonder if he can feel how fucking wet I am. As he finishes, he looks so proud of himself and I let a moan escape as he licks the wound.

“Dean… I need you… now…” you can barely speak. The build up inside of you wants to come out. You beg for him to fuck you and instinctively you grab for his cock again.

��Does a little slut like you deserve it? I told you, I'm running the show. You grabbed for my cock again you pathetic desperate whore. Time to be punished.”

He flips me over on my stomach and into his lap so quick I don't even realize what's happening. Suddenly there's a sharp slap across my ass. And another. And another. They're coming so quickly I can't catch my breath.

“Fuck Dean, that fucking hurts!”

“I don't want you to be able to sit without thinking of me. I don't want you to be able to look at yourself in the mirror without thinking of me. You're going to be a good girl, Daddys almost done punishing you.”

He starts to kiss me where the slaps sting the most. My ass is definitely bruised. The kissing stops when suddenly he bites my ass. Fuck. I need him to touch me like… now.

I think he read my mind because the next thing I know he's got me back on my back, tossing me around the bed with ease. He rips off my underwear. Fucking finally.

“I've never seen a pussy as pretty as yours” He runs his finger down your slit, feeling how wet you already are for him. As he lifts his finger to his mouth, you can see a trail of wet coming from your pussy to his finger. He sucks on his finger and somehow you think you get even wetter.

His fingers are inside you now, finally, you feel like you're going to explode. They curl up, hitting you exactly where you need him to be. You're moaning loud but who fucking cares, no one's around to hear it besides Dean and he's fucking living for it.

He brings his mouth down to your clit, slowly teasing you. You feel his breath, warm and hot, hovering over you. His tongue moving through your folds with expert precision. You can feel it, you're going to cum soon if he keeps this shit up. His fingers moving faster and faster as his tongue stays slow and steady on your throbbing clit.

“I.. I… I'm gonna cum!” you scream as you unfold under his touch. Soaking his face with squirt, you've never cum so hard in your fucking life. He doesn't let up. Fingers still pushing up on that sweet spot. God you're getting over stimmed but you don't even give a shit when the love of your fucking life is lapping up your squirt like it's the last drink on Earth.

He looks pussy drunk as he finally lifts his face away from your mound. Blood, sweat and cum covering his body and you just want more. You wanna show him what you can do.

You climb on top of him and he let's you, curious about what you're going to do next. It's your turn to be in charge and he laughs, “Do your worst baby girl.”

I'm straddling his lap, I can feel his cock twitch with each kiss I leave on his neck. I try to mark him but he slaps me on the ass, a warning. I move lower and lower, finally face to face with his cock. He helps me peel his boxers off and I take a moment to stare in awe as his perfect dick is right in front of me. Thick and hard and throbbing, I slowly take him into my mouth. I'm drooling for him at this point.

I start at the head. Licking around the rim as I watch him squirm. Stroking his cock with both hands as I suck on just the tip. I move my mouth down, taking him in little by little. His hips bucking the deeper his cock disappears into my mouth. I try to get all the way to the base, he laughs at me, knowing his cock is too big for my throat to handle. He grabs me by the hair, slowly fucking my mouth. Drool is pooling at the base of his cock as he fucks my throat faster and faster. Choking on his dick I can feel him pulsing. He's gonna come soon, I can feel it, and I'm right.

“Oh fuck..Im gonna..” he barely is able to get out as he shoots his warm cum right down your throat. You swallow with pride, smirking at him. You know whatever he throws your way you can match him.

His dick is still at full attention and it's finally time to truly feel him inside of you.

Spreading your legs, soaking wet still from the earth shattering orgasm before, he gets on top of you. His tip teasing you, rubbing himself up and down your slit. Suddenly you feel him inside you. Stretching you out, filling you up like you never thought was possible.

He goes slow at first, looking directly at you, studying the faces that you make when you're pleasured. But his speed quickly picks up. He lifts both your legs over his shoulders so he can be as deep inside of you as possible. His dick is so fucking big. I can't help but scream as I feel another orgasm coming. He can feel me tighten up and he does not hold back. Slamming into the perfect spot, I'm gonna fucking squirt again.

He pulls his cock out as I scream in pleasure. Slapping it against my clit so he can be covered in my wetness.

“I'm not done with you yet. Not done until my cock stops working..” he growls

He flips you over, grabbing your ass into the air, putting you in the perfect arch and getting right back to it. I can hardly stand the feeling of his balls tapping my clit, I am so fucking over stimmed but he is not going to stop. It doesn't stop me from continuing to moan with so much fucking pleasure. I don't think I've felt this good, this taken care of, ever.

Keeping his rhythm, he slaps my ass in between pumps. My skin still tender from the punishment before but the gutteral sounds that Dean's making after each slap is like music to my ears. I turn my neck to look up at him, my hair all in my face and drool coming from my mouth.

He looks like a literal demon right now. His green eyes dark with lust, he can't get enough of your pussy right now and he can't hide the feeling.

“Tell me how much you want me baby, tell me how bad you've been waiting for this.”

I gasp as he goes even faster, deeper into my pussy. “I've… I've wanted this… for so fucking long… I'm your… your.. little slut sir… I'm all yours…” words only pouring out between pumps. That's all he needed to shoot another load into you, this time deep into your pussy. You can feel the warmth fill you up, spreading ecstacy throughout the rest of your body. His pumps becoming slower and slower until he stops and slaps your ass. His cum slowly dripping from your pussy onto the bed.

“Come lay with me for a second.” he beckons you to lie down with him, becoming the little spoon in his arms.

“You feeling okay?” he can barely get the words out. He's out of breath from all the fun you just had. I have a feeling it's not over yet though as you can feel him rocking his still hard cock into your back.

“I'm okay Dean” I mumble, burying my face into his strong arms that are wrapped around me. I'm so happy I didn't even notice how disgusting both of us are right now. Cum, blood and sweat covering us and the bed. I'm gonna have to strip this before Bobby sees. Oops.

He starts kissing your neck again, gentle this time. You can't help but melt under the soft kisses, a total switch from earlier.

“You did such a good job for me baby, you deserve this now” he whispers between kisses. “I don't know what it is about you but I can't stop. I'm intoxicated, and not just from the whiskey, I can't get enough of you.”

You nod as he slides his dick back into you with ease. Moaning together as he slides in and out while holding you. His hand travels down to your clit and he gently rubs you, he knows exactly what to do to make you cum again.

Rocking together, kissing your neck and rubbing your clit you both manage to cum at the same time. His cock still twitching inside you. You're fucking exhausted at this point but you don't know if you want him to stop. Luckily he chooses for you.

He slides out, the bed is soaking wet after everything you both just did. He doesn't move though, you roll over to lay on his chest. He's perfect. Tonight was perfect. Your mind races to so many different places that you don't even notice him staring down at you.

“What are you thinking now? Scared of me?” he's barely whispering.

I prop myself up so I can look at him. “Why would I be scared of you?”

“I don't know! I've spent what feels like an eternity in Hell. All I've wanted was to come back and be with you. All I've wanted is you.”

“You have me Dean.” I tapped on my hip, wincing a bit. “You really think I'd let you carve your name into me if you didn't have all of me?” I had to laugh. It made him smile as well.

“So that's settled then. You're mine.” He smiles again as he says this. His eyes lighting up as you nod your head on his chest.

“I'm yours Dean Winchester. Always have, always will be.”

[liu-shubao]

"I heard their final moments, calling their mentor in vain!" - Liu Er

🐉:AUGH!!

*She takes in shaky breaths that become haggard and in pain before collapsing to her knees.*

I-

*She winces and coughs.*

I...know you can't hear me...knowing her. B-But...knowing you, you'll find out and blame yourself.

*She takes another inhale, trying to gather what little strength she had left to force out these last few words from her tongue.*

...

Liu Er, none of it's your fault...You are my best friend and I...love you. I h-hope...you know that.

*Her eyelids get heavier and heavier before closing for the last time.*

🥀: P-Please, I don't want to die...

*Her voice cracks as her eyes begin to well with cold tears.*

I-I wanna see my parents.

*She feels herself getting colder and colder before becoming numb as she slips away.*

🌊: L-Liu Er! Can't you hear me?? I need help!! You were right about her! Now she's sent two demons to kill me! I've restrained the moth and I've reduced the other to seemingly sludge.

B-But I need your help, the moth injured me and I can't move all that well.

Where are you?? Are you lost somewhere? Are you hurt?

PLEASE Liu Er please hear me, I need help-

*...it rolls right off her shoulders and makes an ominous quiet thud when it hits the dirt ground, followed by the rest of her going limp.*

🏹: *She leans against the wall and sinks to the floor. The sound of fighting still rings around her but she seems unbothered, though she's clearly gravely injured from her voice sounds rough and was filled with small pauses and quiet groans.*

I've done it...it's finished. I won...

I know they'll want to kill and will say I'm the greater evil...but I don't care. I know I did what was right. That's all I need.

I'm not going to ask you to save me. You can't do that, it's not in your power. No, I just want you to take me back to my home. Don't worry about anything else, just leave me be. Let me become one with the grass.

*She almost slips into unconsciousness before snapping awake to mumble out one last key detail.*

And Hara...she's okay...take care of her...for me, my friend. Until...next time.

🪙: You...You! YOU!! Y-OU STUPID, ARROGANT, ASSHOLE!! JUST TAKE THE HINT AND DIE ALREADY OR AT LEAST LEAVE MY PRESENCE!

You are a FAILURE in every sense of the word and in everything you do!! As a demon! As a warrior! And ESPECIALLY as a mentor! If you REALLY cared you'd get out of my life!! Especially right now!

*He growled and raised his sword.*

Now...stay still sO I CAN KILL YOU-

*Something crashes through the wall at lightning speed and rams into Mingtao, there's the sound of a loud mix between a thick crunch and a gooey squish before it's replaced by the sound of scattering metal and a human body being rammed into the nearest wall and furniture.*

🐟: Don't be sad...Manyu is happy...Got everything I wanted...happy ending. Manyu can't wait to see friend again...

*The massive serpentine creature leans its off the bed frame by a few inches to further reach their friend before having to depart.*

Manyu...loves Liu Er. You are...my bestest friend ever...so smart...so ah-may-zing!

*Their glossy eyes seem to grow duller, their speech grows halted with small pauses as their volume dampens.*

Liu Er...hold Manyu...hold real close... and real tight. Manyu want...the biggest hug...there ever was ^^

🏴‍☠️: *A voice tries speaking out amongst a chorus of thunderous clouds and crashing waves, their head barely being able to stay above the rushing water. They're exasperated but almost seemingly happy.*

HaHAHAHA! I FIGURED IT ALL OUT! ME! THAT'S THE BEST PART! IT WASN'T THE ALL HEARING, ALL KNOWING SIX EARED MACAQUE! IT WAS ME!

Hahahaha, even if you kill me now. I win. Because if I can figure it out, someone will do the same eventually, and again, and again, and AGAIN! >:)

You've already lost. So go ahead, let me go down a legend.

*He lets out one last victorious laugh.*

Oh Liu Er I can't wait for you to hear this all someday.

*With that, a wave as tall as a moment crashed on him sending him into the inky dark depths of the sea along with his broken ship, never to be seen again.*

🧣: WHY!?

*He chokes out while he tries to cry but his body has no tears to shed. He lays on the ground while his limbs shake at keeping him up.*

WHY DON'T YOU CARE!? WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE T H I S!?!?

*He lets out another dry sob as his voice becomes gravely and almost crackled.*

Whyyyy??? Why can't I have ONE good thing? Why don't you care about me!? I was told I'd be cared for and loved!!

*His sadness shifts to anger as he screeches at him.*

But no...

Instead all you did was either hurt me or ignore me!! You made me a weapon! I wish I never met you!! I hate you!! I HATE YOU!!

*The angry and venom filled declarations of hate continued before dying off, with the sounds of weak sobbing replacing them entirely. They sounded almost like that of a weak, helpless child; crying for a home that they know they can never go back to.*

[jpitha]

Dreams of Hyacinth 30

First / Previous / Next

The next day, Nick and Eastern got up and were moving around Tinker Toy normally. It seems like a good night's rest is required after all the... excitement of yesterday. Tink made breakfast - excellent once again - and they sat at the table, sipping coffee, talking.

Nick took a sip of his coffee and set it down. "So, now what?"

Eastern smiled wanly "You think I know?"

"No, but it seemed like the next thing to discuss."

Eastern chuckled. "The Nanites say we should take over."

"I don't... really want to do that?" Nick was hesitant.

"I don't think I want to do that either. So many people will die." As Eastern sighed with the cup near her face, steam from the coffee washed over her.

"There's nothing that says you have to go into Sol, guns blazing and start a war. There's nothing that says you can't just go off to a colony or a starbase and live a quiet life." Hat strides into the room. His tall frame always seems slightly out of proportion to the rest of them. He sits at their table and leans back, looking at both Nick and Eastern.

"Nothing, except the fact that we can tell people what to do and they are compelled to obey, and that if I'm not paying attention, this happens" Eastern's crown of light flares in the canteen, and a dull outline of wings appears behind her.

Hat nodded. "There is that, yes. But, it's up to you what to do with it. Don't let me, or Chloe, or any of the AIs tell you want to do anymore than you should let any of the humans, or K'laxi, or Xenni for that matter tell you what to do." He leaned forward and stared straight at Nick and Eastern. "You two, possibly more than anyone else alive right now, are free. You can do whatever you want."

The silence in the room clanged after Hat spoke. Not for the first time, Nick felt that feeling of standing on the precipice of a large fall, waiting for the push.

"Nick?" Tink's voice came over the speakers. "The Xenni have requested to speak with you and Eastern. They're interested in what happened to you and want to talk about it. You don't have to say yes but..."

"But things would be easier for us if we did. I understand, Tink. Thanks." Nick looked over at Eastern. "Wanna go talk to the Xenni?"

Eastern shrugged. "No, but yes?" she smiled. "I guess I can stand to be examined by them for a while. They did let us visit their station and touch the addressing stone in the Gate. Let's go visit and see what they want."

An hour or so later, Nick and Eastern were at Tink's airlock. "You sure you want to go alone?" Tink sounded nervous.

"We'll be fine Tink. At least, I think we'll be fine." Eastern sounded sure. "If nothing else, I don't want Chloe riling them up while we're talking."

"If you're sure, then okay. Hat and Chloe will wait here, and if you signal us, they'll come running."

Nick smiled up at the ceiling. "Thanks Tink. See you soon."

When Eastern and Nick walked into the Xenni station, Coreanth was waiting. "Greetings! How are you feeling?" Coreanth seemed very happy to see them.

"We're doing well, thank you." Eastern nodded. "Some rest did us good."

"I'm so glad to hear it. Would you please come with me? We'd love to... talk about things."

Nick looked at Eastern who shrugged. He turned to the Xenni. "Sure. Please lead the way."

Coreanth lead them in a different direction today, away from the Gate rooms. As they went deeper into the Xenni starbase, Nick noticed how the climate became warmer, more humid. He could have sworn that he even smelled the sea once.

After a short walk, Coreanth lead them to a conference room. There was a long table, made out of a highly polished material that looked like coral, and was circled by short, round, Xenni chairs. Coreanth gestured for them to sit at the head of the table, and he sat next to them.

"My commanding officer and a few others would like to meet you and discuss your experience. It won't take long, and they won't ask you any questions that may attempt to compromise yourselves with humanity or the K'laxi." His eye stalks wobbled. "They're... curious I suppose. We rarely get to speak with humans."

At that, three more Xenni strode in. One was larger than the other two and had some beautiful paint in complicated patterns applied to the upper part of his shell. Nick assumed they were in charge. They filed in silently and sat at the other end of the table. The large one turned to Coreanth. "These are the humans that touched the Gate? They seem normal enough."

"I assure you, we are perfectly average in nearly every way." Eastern voice was calm and welcoming, but Nick couldn't help but notice that she also sounded just a bit smug."

The larger Xenni turned to Eastern and his eye stalks slid apart and back together. He was flabbergasted to hear Eastern. Nick had no idea why he knew that.

"Y-You can understand us?"

Eastern nodded, surprised. "Perfectly. Can you understand me?"

The commander looked nervous. "I am forced to admit that yes, I can understand you as well." He looked at the other Xenni in the room then back to Eastern. "We're not speaking Colonic. We're currently speaking Ekenian, our... main language. It's difficult for people without our mouths to speak, but you barely have a trace of an accent, I am completely surprised. I had fully expected this meeting to be done through Coreanth."

Nick had a realization. "I wonder sir, if the Nanites are assisting us here. I imagine that they are facilitating our communication. If I recall correctly, Empress Melody also reported the ability to understand nearly every language spoken to her, as well as being understood by everyone she spoke with."

The commander relaxed visibly. Nick was surprised he recognized that. Maybe the Nanites were helping with more than vocalized language. "That must be it, yes. Thank you. Anyway, as Coreanth mentioned, you two are some of the first humans we have spoken with outside of ambassadors or... military leaders since Contact. Pardon my boldness, but we would like to get to know you better."

Eastern raised an eyebrow. "I don't see a problem with that... commander?"

He raised a clawed hand in apology "I apologize. I am Station-Captain Regi'lan."

"Station-Captain, I am pleased to meet you. I am Eastern Standard, and this is my partner, Nicholas North."

Nick and Eastern spent the better part of two hours chatting with Station-Captain Regi'lan and Coreanth. They wanted to know where they were born, where they grew up and some minor details about their childhood. What Human starbases and stations were like and general information. Coreanth was correct. Regi'lan didn't pry into defences and didn't ask about things like starships. He really was... just curious about humans.

After a while one of the people with Station-Captain Regi'lan looked down at a pad and gently tapped Regi'lan's carapace. "Ah. I'm afraid our time is up. I have other duties to attend to. Please allow me to thank you for taking this opportunity to speak with me it has been incredibly enlightening and entertaining."

Eastern stood. "Oh, the pleasure was all our-"

Eastern was interrupted by a low growling alarm.

The Xenni all looked at each other and then down at the pads they were carrying. Regi'lan looked at Eastern. "Were you expecting anyone?"

"What? No. We came alone and I don't think anyone outside of Tinker Toy even knew where we went. Why?"

"Sensors report that a ship has just linked in, and is on an attack vector. They are actively targeting us and we can detect their reactors are at a very high output level."

"It's not us, I swear. We-" Nick began.

A speaker hidden in the ceiling clicked on. "Attention! Attention! K'laxi ship incoming on an attack vector. Noncombatants are to report to shelter on the Gate while everyone else is to report to Action Stations."

"The K'laxi? Why are the K'laxi attacking?" Eastern looked at Coreanth worried.

Surprising Nick, Coreanth looked resigned. "It's unfortunately becoming more common. Ever since the K'laxi civil war, some sides have taken to attacking Xenni targets as sources of material and weapons. We're lucky that it seems to be only one ship. They probably want to just demand some supplies and leave."

Eastern looked at Nick, then back at Coreanth and Regi'lan. "This will no do at all. Coreanth, please take us back to Tinker Toy, I'll speak with them."

Regi'lan's body language expressed surprise and confusion. He came to some internal decision, then looked down at his pad. "You have about an hour before they attack, given their speed and direction. I would be very thankful if you could convince them to not attack." He turned to Coreanth. "Please lead them back with all speed."

"This way please" Coreanth started walking very quickly back to Tinker Toy. Nick was surprised - through he probably shouldn't have been - to notice when he was moving quickly, Coreanth seemed to... scuttle... more than normally. They really were crab people.

As they were walking quickly down the halls, Nick turned on his personal comm. "Tink? Did you see what just linked in?"

"I was just about to signal you two. It's a K'laxi Dreadnaught. They're not responding to my hails and they are running with their reactors at WEP too. They intend to attack."

"Yes, Station-Captain Regi'lan has asked that we talk to them and try to get them to cease their attack."

"You? But why?"

"Because they think we can do it." Eastern has turned on her comm, and is listening to Nick's conversation. "I think we can do it too."

Even over the comm, Nick can hear Tink's skepticism. "Okay. If you say so."

When they get to Tinker Toy, Eastern heads right into the airlock. Nick hangs back a moment and looks at Coreanth. "Thanks Coreanth. I had an interesting time talking to you and your Station-Captain."

Coreanth puts his clawed hands together. A gesture of thanks, the Nanites tell Nick. "It was my pleasure Nicholas North. I hope we meet again." He turns and scuttles away quickly back in the direction they came.

Eastern hurries up to the command deck of Tinker Toy, Nick trailing behind. As she steps in she barks out "Tink, please open a channel to the K'laxi."

"The channel is open Eastern, but they're not reply-"

K̵̤̟͑̔'̷̥̣̈̄l̴̩̅̇ͅa̶̻̱͗x̷̭̩̋̂i̸̡̍ ̸̡̉̌s̷̪̰̔͘h̸͉̰́ȋ̸̟̰p̵͕̂̾!̷̙̈́ ̵͇̭͛̃s̶͚͋ț̶͆ḁ̸͈̎̋n̴̬̂̎d̷̪̑ͅ ̷̢̅̇ḏ̴͐o̵͉͠w̷͈͔̌̄n̴̟̉͠ ̴̺̭͛͝ä̵̘́t̷̲̼̀ ̵̢͊o̵̖͐̇n̶̲̉c̶̜̿ĕ̶̘̓ͅ.̶̞̔

The effect is immediate. Tink watches as their engines move to idle and they're coasting. The empty channel crackles to life, and the furred, almost cat like face of a K'laxi fills the screen.

"Empress! What are yo--" They stop when they see Eastern and their already large eyes get even larger. "You're not Melody!"

"I am not. Melody is dead. Her place is taken by someone unworthy. I am Empress Eastern and this is Emperor Nicholas. Stand down immediately. Do not attack the Xenni and tell me what you are doing."

"We are-" They stop and swallow. Even over the feed, Nick can see this has caused them to practically fall apart in confusion. "We are trying to get to your side... the Empress' side. We are being stymied by... unbelievers."

Eastern's stare is hard and imperious. Nick can't remember a time when he saw her looking like this. "I am right here. What is your name?"

"I am Commander Tev Halmiar, Empress."

"Commander Halimar. Stand down from this attack and come alongside this ship. We can meet and discuss what is going on. Yout want to reach my side? I am right here."

They nod once. "Yes, Empress. I'll-We'll do that." They disconnect the signal.

Eastern slumps down and falls into her acceleration couch. "Tink? Please let the Xenni know that the K'laxi won't be attacking and that they're going to come alongside us to meet. I imagine we could disconnect from the Xenni starbase to make them feel less nervous."

"You got it Eastern. That's a good idea."

Nick sits quietly in his acceleration couch. Finally, he turns to Eastern. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You sounded so... imperial. So... in charge."

"Nick hon, I think this is what happens when we have the Nanites. They want us to be in charge, so they... help us. Between the Voice and the ability to read body language - you noticed that too right?"

Nick nods.

"I think they are like, a whole package to turn anyone into a ruler. When I opened my mouth, I was speaking, but from instant to instant, I had almost no idea what I was going to say next."

"It's scary."

Eastern leans back on the couch. "It is. But, I think this means that Hat's wrong. We're not free. We are set to play this role, and the harder we push against it, the more we'll be thrown into situations that require us to be... royal."

"So what do we do?"

"Once, long ago, I read a book. In it, the author had a quote. 'Buy the ticket, take the ride.' We've bought the ticket. Now we have to take the ride."

"That's Hunter S Thompson from his book 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.' I'm surprised you read it, it's very old." Tink sounded impressed.

Eastern laughs weakly. "Thanks Tink. I just found it in a library and was so fascinated by the fact it was real paper, I had to read it. It could have been a textbook on mechanical engineering, I was determined to read a real book. I was pleased to find it was such an interesting story. I missed most of the references it made, but that quote stuck with me."

"You have a bit before the K'laxi arrive. You can rest or change your clothes before they arrive."

"Thanks, Tink. I might just do that."

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Someone kidnapped S/O and they're calling him to negotiate the money to get her back.

Kidnapper : Give me 10 k or else-

S/O in the back : 10K?! I'm worth at least million,  raise the price you fucking coward!

Top 5 + Freeze (I feel like I wanna see him more)

The Riddler: I know right!? Yeah he's with you on this one. Just who do they think you are? "They're right. They're my partner and you think ten thousand would be a decent price?" They'll get an ass-kicking just for thinking he'd settle for someone worth a poorly 10k. That amount of money won't even cover their medical bills when the Riddler is one with them. He might give you 10k though. Those kidnappers at the very least will be getting publicly humiliated before they die.

Mad Hatter: "Ten thousand? That's it? For (Y/N)? Call me back when you have a decent price, good day to you sir!" The phone was slammed down. "The nerve..." Jervis muttered. The phone rings almost immediately. "One million, you say? That's much more fitting. I'll be there shortly, toodle-loo!" Is now a good time to mention Jervis didn't even have 10k never mind one million? Regardless he's on his way to snatch you back. Yes, that's his words.

Mr Freeze: "You think I will give you money? You're mistaken and this is a debt you owe me now. I will destroy every last one of you without mercy for even daring." He doesn't fuck around- not after Nora...not like he did before Nora either to be fair.

Black Mask: He hummed in amusement, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I am going to gouge out your eyes and make you eat them." "You've fucked up on this one boys." You could be heard in the background. Roman continued. "I'll rip out your nails and break every bone in your body. I will cut off pieces of you and make you eat them then ill display your heads as trophies after the rest of you is sold off. Who knows, perhaps you will be worth 10k?"

Two-Face: At first he's quiet because he can't avoid the first thought he has. He can't help but feel like he'd be saving your kidnappers from you. See with him, these people won't be alive. However, in the meantime, he just knew these poor people won't have egos anymore. They might want to pay him 10k as an apology and incentive to keep you away from them. He knew you could he annoying when you wanted to be but when you wanted to hurt someone's feelings? Although serves them right. Alright, we're flipping for it. Heads, we get there in the next hour. Tails, we wait it out until tears are shed by the kidnappers. That thought is quickly shaken away as he scrambles to get you- with no money and guns blazing because fuck these guys.

Scarecrow: "You want me to pay you?" He spoke in the most gas-lighty tone you had ever heard. It'd make even the most confidence second guess themselves. "Yes." Your kidnappers sounded uneasy. He tutted once, as though inconvenienced. "For 10k? That's all? How idiotic, very well, that's a bargain after all." Jonathan sighed. "Wait, what?" One of the kidnappers remarked. "You kidnapped a notorious criminals deemed insane's partner for a lousy ten thousand dollars? So if I called the police, your bail charge would be around that ten thousand. Or on the other hand, I don't and you intend to divide the pitiful ten thousand between how many of you there are and then what? I imagine the logical thing would be to leave Gotham in hopes that I won't find you but leaving Gotham with an already divided 10k? Well..." Jonathan hummed I amusement. "...I don't reckon you'll get very far and if I get to you first well you'll really find that money unsatisfactory. However, a deal is a deal, I'll hand over the laughable amount of money you require. Who knows, maybe after this I'll walk away with it too along with (Y/N)."

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Idiots That I Love"

*This is a family au where Christian Cage and Adam Copeland are married and Harley Cameron and Nick Wayne are their children*

“Something feels off” Christian says as he and his husband are laying together on their couch. “Why's that?” Adam asks curiously as he looks up at Christian. “Harley and Nick went outside and there hasn't been any sound coming from either of them for nearly twenty minutes” Christian explains a bit nervously. “Maybe they're being quiet cause they know we want to relax?” Adam asks hopefully.

“Since when have our kids ever been quiet? Especially if it was to give us a break?” Christian asks seriously, causing Adam to laugh. “They're just kids honey! What's the worst thing they can do outside that they haven't already done inside?” Adam asks jokingly. They froze when they heard a big crash and two screams outside. “You were saying?” Christian asks, annoyed as they both run outside. They run to an old giant oak tree they have near their property and see a scary sight for any parent…

Both their kids were stuck on opposite tree branches, holding on to dear life. “Harley! Nick!” Adam yells, catching both of his kids' attention. “What the hell are you two doing up there?” Christian asks confusingly. “Oh you know, we wanted to get some fresh air and enjoy the scenery!” Harley yells sarcastically, causing Christian to sigh and Adam to laugh. “That's your daughter” Christian says as he glares at his husband. “Yeah she is! Nick, sweetheart, what happened?” Adam asks worryingly.

“Harley took my remote control car and wouldn't give it back so I followed her up here!” Nick explains as he desperately holds on to the branch. “You kept on hitting me with it you dweeb! My crime was justified!” Harley argues as she flicks Nick off. “I'm not a dweeb! Dad, tell Harley that at least I'm not a knife licking skank!” Nick argues back. “Daddy! Tell Nick that at least I don't jerk off to pictures of my coworkers!” Harley yells back.

“Kids! Now is not the time to be arguing!” Adam yells, silencing the two. “For fucks sake, you two are thirty and eighteen years old! You shouldn't be acting like this!” Christian yells disappointingly. “Well maybe if you didn't take our phones and make us go outside we wouldn't be in this mess!” Harley yells as she throws an acorn at Christian and misses. “Yeah what she said! This sucks ass!” Nick yells in agreement. Christian just sighs and shakes his head in disappointment.

“To be honest, this is kinda your fault babe” Adam says, causing Christian to glare at him. “Well excuse me that I wanted our children to go outside and not become brainless idiots!” Christian says as he adjusts his turtleneck. “You wanna keep arguing with me and risk your chance of getting laid tonight or do you wanna save our children?” Adam asks seriously, causing Christian to blush. “You're right! Harley! Nick! Listen carefully!” Christian yells, catching both his kids' attention.

“You gotta jump off the tree so we can catch you!” Christian explains. “Are you fucking crazy old man!?!” Harley yells in shock. “I'm not jumping off this thing and automatically dying!” Nick yells nervously. “Just trust us ok! We won't let you die! We promise! Nick, you go first!” Adam yells reassuringly. “Why me?!? Why not Harley?” Nick asks confusingly. “Your sister is afraid of heights and needs two people to catch her! Now jump and prove that you're a man!” Christian yells encouragingly.

With a deep breath, Nick shakily stands on top of the tree branch and jumps. He accepts his fate but instead of feeling the hard ground he opens his eyes and sees his dad holding him and smiling at him. “Told ya you can do it bud!” Adam says as he puts Nick down. “Yeah! It felt like jumping off the top rope!” Nick says excitedly. “Don't get any ideas Nick! Now Harley it's your…” Christian never finishes his sentence when Harley lands on him, causing them to both fall to the ground.

“Holy shit! You guys ok?!?!” Adam asks worryingly as he and Nick both run to them. Harley quickly sits up and smiles. “Yep! Thank God dad cushioned my fall!” Harley says enthusiastically as she pats Christian's chest, causing him to groan. “I think you killed him” Nick says worryingly. “Oh shit! Dad, are you ok?!?” Harley asks as she helps Christian up. “You know, we would be grandparents by now but no… you two had to be gay” Christian says, causing all of them to laugh.

“Yeah he's still a loveable asshole” Adam says as he helps wipe dirt off Christian's turtleneck. “Sorry for crushing you dad” Harley says nervously. Christian just stares at her and picks her up, causing her to yelp. “You're my daughter, if anyone else did that they would've been choked til they turned blue” Christian says with a small smile. “Awww dad! You do love me!” Harley says happily as she hugs Christian.

“OK enough of the mushy stuff! Can we get McDonald's? Nearly dying has me hungry” Nick asks hopefully, ducking when Harley throws an acorn at him. “Seriously? You know that's unhealthy right?” Christian tries to explain but is stopped by Adam. “Don't be a sourpuss hon! They deserve something after nearly dying and besides… I know you like eating off my chest anyway” he says with a smirk, causing Christian to blush. “Fine, we can get McDonald's” Christian says quietly as he puts Harley back down.

“Yes! I'm getting chicken nuggies!” Harley says happily. “I'm getting like three burgers!” Nick says while bouncing in place. “All of you are idiots” Christian says with a small smile. “Idiots that you love!” All three say in unison as they give Christian a kiss on his face. “That I do” Christian says quietly, grateful that he has a chaotic yet loving family.

[panickingpansexuality]

Just Not today

Darry x FemBodied Reader

This story contains themes of Abortion please read with caution

You starred down at the three little tests on the sink. You felt sick, like you were going to cry, you felt like an idiot. You couldn't handle a baby right now, there wasn't enough money, and you weren't confident enough to be a parent. 

There was a knock on the door and you opened it. Dally waited in the otherside crossing his arms.

"Still don't see why you didn't have Darry here to tell him."

"Because I need an abortion, you can drive l, and I have enough money for gas."

You gently pushed him aside and went to go grab your bag, some of the contents were out on the counter so you put them back in.

"Hey woah, I'm not taking you anywhere until you tell Darry."

"Why do I have to tell him?" You ask. "He can't make one, he doesn't have to go through Hell or possibly die to bring this kid here, it's my body and I'm going to do what I need to keep this family afloat."

Dally sighed and shook his head. He knew you were right and he hated it.

"If this is just about money, Darry will think of something and you've got the college degree now, you'll be a teacher, you can help each other."

"It isn't just about the money Dal." You sigh.

"I'm scared." You say, "I don't want to die, and if it's a girl what kind of life will she have? You know what women go through, you've seen it."

"I'm just saying." Dally insists, "He'd wanna be there if you wanted it."

"I can't put him through that." You whisper. "He'd hate me afterwards."

"He'd hate you more if you didn't tell him, or hate himself cause you didn't trust him enough to talk to him."

You close your eyes and groan,

"Ok," you go in the bathroom and collect the tests. "Can you take me over to him?"

"Yeah."

The car ride was mostly silent, until you two pulled in.

"Listen," Dally says, parking the car outside the shop. "If he doesn't react well and you still want one, I'll take you."

You smile and grab his hand giving it a squeeze:

"Thanks Dal."

You walk into the body shop, the second of Darrys jobs, he immediately saw you walking in and up to the front desk.

He was out before you even asked the receptionist where he was, his entire body covered in sweat.

"Hey Darlin!" He said with a smile, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

The way you kissed him back let him know something was wrong.

"I'm gonna go on break, Steph." He told the receptionist, she nodded in response.

Darry took you two outside the shop, you led him to a nearby bench.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "Are the boys fine?"

"They're fine, it's nothing wrong with them." You say fishing out the three positive tests from your bag.

"It's me." You say handing him the tests.

For a moment Darry just stares at them, unsure of how to react.

"I know we can't afford one, not for a while at least, and I'm scared I'm gonna die if I have one anytime soon with how many women have been dying lately and I've decided that I'm not gonna keep it."

You wait for him to say something, say anything. For a minute you're both quiet, you feel anxiety coursing through your body but you don't say anything, knowing he needs time to process this information.

"Ok." He says quietly, "We're not ready yet you're right..I'll take you next week I've got a day off."

"Dally can take me today, it's no trouble."

"No." Darry says, "I want to be with you when it happens, if you want me there."

"Are you gonna be ok?" You ask.

"Yeah." Darry says tightly. "One day," he promises "One day we're gonna be ready and I'll give you as many babies as you want and I'm gonna love you through this ok?"

"You really are Superman." You say, you pull Darry close to you and he holds you tightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Tell me what you're thinking." You say, "Please."

"I wish we could keep it." He says, "I wish we had enough money to keep five of them."

"Darrel Curtis don't put that all at once in me."

He laughs and presses his head into the side of your neck.

"Is it gonna hurt you?" 

"The abortion? Physically yes, I'm gonna be in a bit of pain but I'll be fine."

His hold grows tighter on you and you kiss the side of his neck and let his hair.

"I'll see you at home?" You ask pulling away from him.

"Yeah." He promises. "Wait for me?" 

"I will."

That night you Darry didn't tell the boys, you rested in his chair curled up next to him, both of your hearts heavy. You gave Darry kisses whenever you could, a smile twitching on his lips when you gave them and by the time you two went to bed you pulled his head into your chest and let him sleep there peacefully, it's only when you hear his breathing that you finally fall asleep dreaming of the one day when you two could start a family.

[luciluck2046-md]

Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU

4. Another roommate(for fuck's sake)

"Uzi? Oh thank robo-god you're alright... You gave me a panic attack with that call of yours." Mom says, entering after V. I smile awkwardly.

"Don't you ever dare hang up on your mother like that or we're going to have some problems!" She adds worried.

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"... What call are you talking about?" N asks confused. I sign to V and mom to not say a word. Clearly V didn't understand the sign.

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"She called us before trying to kill herself. Apparently she was trying to commit die, but she's here soooo-" She explains, amused at her little joke.

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"THAT'S WHY YOU WERE AT THE HOLE!?" He yells at me, very VERY worried.

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"I wa-was thinking about you g-guys!! I just... Didn't wa-want to lose my only frien-ends..." I mumble. N comes running to me and hugs me tightly.

"Don't do that kind of stuff again... Promise?" He asks me. I nod my head, hugging him back.

"Awww, look at the two lovebirds!" V says sarcastically. "Just the PERFECT couple!"

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"BITE M-ME!" I yell at her annoyed. The glitching is getting annoying...

𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂~𖥂

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

SLAP

I groan. It's 7 am and I really don't want to go to school. Also Cyn and Doll started arguing in the middle of the night over the tail dominance. Doll wanted to see if she can get in my tail and Cyn doesn't want to share. They're both bitches. In the end Cyn won, but I think I might have to make them share.

"Good morning everyone!" N says smiling. The lucky bastard, he looks like he had the best sleep of his life. I mumble a "good morning" and I cover myself with the blanket.

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"N go fuck yourself!" J says, covering her face with the wings. She seems to absolutely love sleep. Or she doesn't get sleep at all. I have to talk to her about this, but she might not let me...

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"Uzi can we skip school today?" V asks me tired. I nod my head.

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"You can-an say that you were taking ca-care of me." I tell them an excuse.

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"Perfect. Good night everyone." J says, not even letting go off the ceiling bar dad put for them to sleep.

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"J, you'll have to get down to eat at SOME point." V says amused.

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"I don't care, I haven't slept for the past 5 nights." She mumbles. I can't judge her.

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"How ca-can you guys even sleep upsi-side down?" I ask them, drinking the last sips of oil from the can that was sitting on my desk.

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"No idea, we just like to do so! At least I do" N responds, smiling like usual. He's so cute when he smiles.

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"J, if-if you want, yo-you can sleep on my be-" I start telling her, but she already crawled in it and her screen instantly showed 'Sleep Mode'.

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"I guess not all of us like it." N corrects himself.

Neither Cyn or Doll are talking right now. I don't know if I should be worried or if I should enjoy the moments of quietness.

Then mom yells from the hallway.

"UZI YOU GOT VISITORS!!" She says loud. I can hear Lizzy chuckling.

"V did you in-invite Lizzy?" I ask V annoyed. She shakes her head. I groan, and go to the entrance door to ask Lizzy with what occasion she decided that she wants to get told to FUCK OFF.

"What do you wa-want?" I ask her annoyed.

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"Robo-God, you really did get virused! Anyway we kinda got a problem outside the bunker. Thad will tell you more about that and blah blah blah." She says bored. "By the way HIII V!!!" She adds, yelling in the house. She got her priorities straight... Now she leaves without even saying goodbye, and Thad comes in the doorframe.

"Uhhh, hi Uzi! The problem is kind of... It's a new spaceship." He tells me. I groan.

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"J DID YOU-OU CALL SOME FUCK-UCKING DRONES TO KILL US OR WH-WHAT?" I yell at the former leader. She doesn't answer. Robo-Jesus, I wish I could sleep that well!

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"Me and N will-ill get that checked. Thanks for te-telling us." I mumble, closing the door.

I go back to my room. J is unwakable. HOW DID SHE DO THAT.

"Well gu-guys... We got a sh-ship. Wanna go check the pro-problem with me?" I ask J and V. N eeks excited, and V just nods her head. I get my big as fuck umbrella from my dresser, and then I trow my SICK AS HELL RAILGUN at V for her to catch.

I go at J and start shaking her. "J? J WAKE THE FU-FUCK UP!" I yell annoyed. Her screen is still displaying 'Sleep Mode'. "J, if you-ou don't wake up right now I'll che-check your browser history." I tell her. The next second she's awake and pointing a gun at me. I laugh sarcastically.

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"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH MY FUCKING PHONE YOU BARELY SENTIENT TOASTER." She yells at me.

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"The fuck-ck you have there?" I ask her suspiciously. "Anyway do you-ou want to come see the spa-spaceship? I add bored.

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"Alright, I'm coming. BUT DON'T EVER TOUCH MY PHONE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE." She responds to my last question.

I go back to my closet to get a second umbrella. I will share one with N, and V with J will share the other one. I don't have anymore umbrella either, so they can whine how much they want because I can't do shit about it.

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Me and N are walking close to each other, under the umbrella that keeps us away from the morning sun. J and V are doing the same with their umbrella, since the space it's limited. Thad is fallowing along because...? He waited at the door even after I closed it and he insisted on going. Lizzy didn't want to come because of... James. (that's what me and V decided to call the sentinel she tamed)

In front of us is a big spaceship, like the one the Disassembly Drones used to get to Copper 9. It's gravely damaged, and it seems like it hit the ground hard. From it there is a bunch of smoke coming out. There are some really low chances that someone would survive this. I tell Thad to get back to the bunker, since this seems dangerous. At first he disagrees, but he knows not to argue with me.

Me and N get closer to the spaceship and examine the door. It seems locked.

"Me or yo-you?" I ask him, referring to the job if unlocking the door.

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"Me!" He responds, changing to his knife hands. He straight up attacks the door, and we get overwhelmed with the amount of smoke coming from the inside of the ship.

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"WHO THE FUCK DROVE THAT THING, DID N GET HIS HANDS ON A SHIP??" J yells, surprised at the driving incompetence of the pilot. I chuckle, but I know that N can to better than whatever the fuck this is.

The smoke from the inside gets rarer, and we are finally able to se see the pilot.

It's... A drone. It's sitting on the chair, not moving, and it's displaying 'Fatal Error'. But the display is blue...

"BOO!" It suddenly says, and me and N jump frightened. I get out my wings and N changes his hand to a gun.

"HA, GOTCHA! You should have seen the looks on your faces! Hahahah!!" The drone laughs, and I am ready to end it with the first signs of evil activity. "Hold up, is that you? Oh, N! How big you grew! My sweet little boy!" The drone suddenly gets up and walks towards N. I walk in front of him and stop the drone from walking further.

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"Who. A-are. You." I ask annoyed.

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"Who's this girl? N did you make some friends here?" The drone keeps talking, and takes a step forward.

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"ANOTHER MO-MOVE AND YOU'RE DEAD BITCH." I yell at it.

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"Oh God, you're really bossy, my my. Well, you want to know my name?" The drone asks amused. I nod my head, but then I turn to see N's reaction. He's frozen in place, looking scared at the drone.

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"... Talk." I mumble.

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"Well, I guess N hasn't told you about me then! I'm Tessa! Haha, you really did forget to tell your friend about me? You silly traitor!" It says, jocking everywhere.

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"... Is that really you..?" N asks with a very hope filled voice.

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"Oh, yes silly! I taught I didn't need any proof for that but alrighty." It responds to N's question.

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"It could be-be Cyn. Don't. Move." I whisper to N, slowing griping my hand onto the closed umbrella.

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"I came here to get rid of Cyn. Don't say I'm her." The drone says on a serious voice.

"Yes I Finally Got, Control Fuck, You Doll!" Cyn starts talking at the wrong time. I slap my face.

The drone gets an old revolver from its back pocket and aims it towards me. She was quite fast doing that.

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"I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU FOR OVER 20 FUCKING YEARS, I CAN FINALLY GET RID OF YOU!" The drone yells in a crazy happy voice and pulls the trigger.

I catch the bullet with my solver powers and I turn it's trajectory into a wall as fast as I can, for Doll to not take control of the bullet. I click my tongue.

"You will not do sh-shit like this as long as I'm here-re." I mumble annoyed.

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"YOU TWO STOP FIGHTING!" N says scared, jumping between us.

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"SHE STARTED IT." The drone yells.

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"No y-you did you idiot." I rumble.

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"First, show us that you're really Tess." N tells the drone.

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"Alrighty! I spend 48 hours straight on repairing you, you owe me your life, and this is how you greet me?" The drone says at first happy, then on a very serious voice. N smiles and eeks excited.

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"YOU REALLY ARE TESS!!!!" He yells, running to hug her. I roll my eyes.

"WHAT'S TAKING YOU GUYS SO LONG WTF???" We hear J yelling.

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"J, V, COME HERE, TESS IS ALIVE!!!!" N says yelling at the door.

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"I wouldn't really say alive, but I am here I guess." She says amused.

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"Do one wr-wrong move and I'll END yo-you." I whisper to her while N keeps calling the girls.

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"That's a lot coming from someone that's glitching so much that she can't talk properly." She smirks at her comment.

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"BITE M-ME!!!" I flip her off while N's not looking. Meanwhile the girls entered the spaceship, and the place got kinda crowded.

"Wow girls! You got so big! It reminds me of the good ol' days... Anyway can you two help me exterminate this host? I wonder why Cyn moved to THIS girl." She tells V and J, hugging the girls.

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"AT YOUR COMMAND BOSS!" J yells, going murder mode.

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"Tessa, Uzi's inocent don't touch her please." N whimpers.

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"Oh, then explain why the planted almost got destroyed some days ago." She responds a bit annoyed.

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"I saved-ed the fucking world, sh-shut up." I mumble. She looks straight at me, examining my clothing.

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"002? Nori, you go by another name now?" Tessa asks me surprised. V is frozen in place, still thinking if she should trust the drone or not.

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"I SWEAR-EAR WHO ARE YOU AND HO-HOW DO YOU KNOW MY MOM?" I yell at her.

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"NORI HAS A CHILD???" She yells back.

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"GUYS CAN YOU PLEASE STOP THE YELLING???" N yells at us. "We can talk about family later, V is NOT comfortable right now." He adds.

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"Oh Hi Tess." Cyn starts saying but she already points her gun at my tail. Again.

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"DO NOT-T." I am getting tired of this shit. "I should ha-have stayed home-me..." I mumble annoyed.

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"Did Cyn take control of another Tessa..?" V finally says, still pretty frightened.

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"OH GOD CAN YO-YOU SHUT UP ABOUT TES-ESSA FOR ONE MO-MOMENT!?" I yell tired.

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"Узи, кто эта сука? / 𝚄𝚣𝚒 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑?" Doll gets into the discussion.

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"... EVERYON-ONE SHUT UP FOR A-A SECOND." I yell overwhelmed. I open the umbrella and rush out to calm down for a second.

I stay out, hyperventilating to calm myself. N gets out after one minute, hurrying to get under the umbrella.

"Uzi, is everything alright?" He asks me worried.

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"Ever-eryone is talking and ov-ever ALL THAT I keep hearing that dam-damned ringing." I mumble. "Plus tha-that bitch is annoying." I add.

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"UGHHH N WHY DO YOU WANT TO PROTECT THE CYN HOST?" Tess yells from the spaceship, getting out of it. I can hear V and J clearly arguing back in there.

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"It's be-because w-we can't kill Cyn." I mumble.

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"Ты хочешь, чтобы я испортил ей экран или? / 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛?" Doll asks me. She seems to by annoyed by her too. I nod my head in approval.

"WELL SHE'S MAKING YOU GET GLITCHED-" Tessa decides to yell right before her screen displays 'Взломай идиота / 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝' I chuckle. Then it shows the reboot sign and... She's back to normal.

"Well-ll shit." I whisper to myself.

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"The fuck was that?" Tess asks us annoyed.

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"I don't know-ow, don't ask me." I play the inocent.

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"What just happened?" N asks confused.

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"Alright anyway, I can remove Cyn if you want and blah blah blah." She says bored. "I don't want to do this. N begged me to solve your 'virus' problem or whatever." She adds.

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"NOT CYN-YN IS THE VIRUS, AND I WANT TO SHOW THIS GI-GIRL THAT DRONES CAN CHANGE!" I explain annoyed. After I managed to change Doll's mind I am NOT going back to an annoyed... Doll. Robo-God, this wasn't a smart choice of words.

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"WELL CYN CAN KILL ANYONE AROUND YOU AS LONG AS SHE'S THERE. I've seen it with my own eyes..." Tess yells back at me.

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"Well, she's locked in-in here and I'm not letting he-her out." I mumble.

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"Girls can you PLEASE stop arguing!?" N yells overstimulated. "FIRST. Uzi, please understand that Tessa got killed by Cyn. Several times. SECOND. Tess, understand that Uzi is actually a very caring person AND she's my FRIEND." He explains to both of us.

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"SHE STARTED IT." Both me and Tessa tell N in the same time.

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"BITE M-ME!" I yell, covering whatever she said.

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"God you glitch so bad." She says slapping her face. I groan.

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"Look, you can fight AT HOME if you really want to. But V and J are not oka-" N starts explaining, but then we hear a big crash and see the two of them fighting in the sunlight.

"I am no-not getting paid for me to stand thi-this shit..." I mumble annoyed, grabbing the two girls in a solver leash, then I put them at the shadow of the spaceship. "Expl-plain." I ask them.

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"SHE WANTS TO FUCKING KILL YOU." V explains filled with rage.

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"And you want to kill Tessa, for fuck's sake." J rumbles.

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"SHE DIED AT THE MANOR, THE FUCK YOU MEAN." V yells at J.

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"Yeah but I made myself a robot backup. I felt like something bad was about to happen and I had enough time to build a drone to keep my conscience in." Tessa explains. "Also N says no killing Uzi, sadly, so put the guns out J." She adds. I would snap her head off this moment. Actually not only Tessa's head. J's too.

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"ROBO-JESUS J, WE TA-TALKED ABOUT THIS." I yell at her. "You switching si-sides MEANT you not killing me." I add.

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"Anyway, I see stuff's alright, no planted destroyed yet. I just need to repair my ship, and I'll be back to AR57 in no time!" She says on an excited voice, looking at the crashed ship.

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"WAIT YOU'RE GOING???" N whimpers. When Tessa turns her head towards N, he's already making puppy eyes.

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"... Yes? I just wanted to make sure everything is alright after THAT day. I didn't even need my telescope to see that Copper 9 was FUCKED." She responds to his question.

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"Please stay please stay please stay please stay please stay please stay please stay please stay..." He keeps repeating to convince her. Still making puppy eyes. He almost convinced ME that Tess is alright. Almost.

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"Alright my silly boy... If you really want, I can move here. But I need to get my things from AR57 first." She says, petting his fluffy hair. I cry inside. I DO NOT WANT TO SPEND ANYMORE TIME WITH HER. "But where will I stay though?" She asks.

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"WITH US!!!!" N says excited.

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"NO. It's a-already too crowded with you, J and V already. Th-then there's mom and dad. With HER there wo-would be 7 people in a sma-mall apartment. No way she's staying here." I explain.

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"... Actually, I think Lizzy will let me and V stay over at her place. It would be less crowded AND Tess gets to stay with us." J tells us. I want to kill myself.

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"So that's settled! I'm staying here until I build myself a house." She smiles. "Now, can I see where I'll stay meanwhile?" She asks with that stupid smile on her face.

I'm going to kill her in her sleep and blame it on Doll. Or something. I don't care, I don't like her. She doesn't give me any trustful vibes.

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Prev/Next/Masterpost

WOW, is someone jealous? Or is it because wanting to kill someone the first time they meet a bad thing? But more importantly, will Uzi and Tess EVER get along? You'll see in the next chapter!!!

[theinkchild]

alright fine, making a silly post here since im dissapointed in engagment lol.

text ahoy ahead, for those of you who have forgotten what GD rambling looks like, since my blog postings are more and more rare these days...

and no. i refuse to use a readmore. this post should be shortened automatically for those on the dash, mobile, whatever. if not, SCREW it. i only have a few mins. one shot to ramble and i refuse to edit. will just spill my guts. BLEGH.

🔥🔥🔥 final warning long emotional post entry start 🔥🔥🔥

well to start off, yea i've been "on a break" since May. by break, i wanna define it as, changing my routine, doing something good for me that will benefit me, reflecting back on the stuff i did when i wasn't on it.

"a break" doesn't really matter here. i've been disegnaged. it's really hard for me to interact on here when i've treated this place like a grey area. it's the same for many places that don't feel like they're benefitting my growth atm. this place STILL holds alot of meaning to me, for being the 2nd platform i took root in, and started friendships (or also rather continued them) on.

i slowed down once i realized how the familiar craziness sunk too deep with me, and I've regretted some attitudes i've had in the past where i'd scream maniacally at nothing to earn not much back. like, i wasn't really getting it. and at the same time, i refused to do what i should have to make it more possible.

this time really mattered.

the growth i experienced while i was disengaged from here was quite a bit. i feel like i regained a part of me i always had latent, and didn't when i was with the wrong crowd, doing the same meaningless things day in and out.

when i was engaged in conversations that had more meaning, something back to give rather than a shallow laugh, everything started to click.

when i hung out with a different crowd not formed primarily by the friends i made here, i felt like i couldn't break away, but in a sense i saw something that i missed having... i saw the same journey i was taking but from more experienced folks.

when it came to a breaking point recently when someone deeply rooted in that community fell off, i took charge. i wanted to END the torment he casually brought to everyone. i ended up doing just that, and leaving everyone in that community with the best outcome.

NOW, i say this on my silly little blog cuz i doubt anyone in either group is listening. the chances are non zero, but i'm honestly happy if at least one person is listening, even if it's a stranger, or quiet long time fan of mine. i've been so disengaged here that i'm really just writing this for myself, like i always have been.

this place, where i feel like i lost some folks and may have even outright refused to make or advance any friendships just cuz i rejected plain invites to do so.. i could've done anything...

instead, i ended up sticking up for someone who needed it the most. everything just lined up for the both of us. all the STUPID drama from stupid misunderstandings, the grievances, the small issues, that all added up to the moment we had to do the right thing. all because even if the world gave up on us, we somehow didn't give up, even if both of us had to be repeatidly brought back to reality when we almost both ended ours on separate instances.

we helped eachother with the little freedom we had left.

we ENDED something that had to be ended and gave everyone the full happiness they deserved for all those years they didn't have it.

that, as insignificant as it is to literally 99% of the population, and fuck it, who the fuck cares if you were my old friend who hardly cared. idk bro. kindly fuck off if you are. i'm still somehow following you ._.

but, it's very very significant to me and all the friends i still regularly interact with. they mean the world to me, and i'm happy THEY saw me grow.

i will continue. to keep doing what i do best.

and i refuse to die or back down or abandon my blog, despite all the grievances i had in the past with it.

i'm just making a deeper mark on this world the more i prove i exist and continue to be a survivor.

even if my self esteem is bad on some days. even if my will isn't even as strong as a worm left to fry on asphalt.

i refuse to go on quietly.

and i'm stronger now because i refuse to be as bad as the people who treated me far worse. i finally gained some sense and standards.

and if you don't think that's crazy, then idk man enjoy your life. i'm gonna keep continue living mine lol

[zephtheduck]

Stuff I've heard at school: Part 16

P1: "As long as it doesn't bother the people with OCD then it's okay"

P2: "And who cares if your shirt comes undone"

My imaginary friend is Jeremy, what's yours? ADOLF HITLER!

P1: "Double it and give it to the next person"

P2: "Double your GAY and give it to the next person??"

P1: "Yeahhhh"

You're autistic AND gay! You're a nightmare to interior design!

I love Hozier! That funky little bog man has my soul in a chokehold

I fucking hate that felt-faced freak (about a French puppet pineapple)

My baseball playing dad snooped through my yarn

When two chairs love each other very much…

I don't wanna read French I have a headache. I don't wanna HEAR French, I have a HEADACHE!

*Teacher walks in wearing a Boston Bruins jersey, immediate sounds of booing*

P1: When I say skin color I mean my skin color (brown)

P2: can't really argue with that

P1: "I'm not going to give you the context, I'm only going to say one thing, FUCK women"

P2: "That's probably the right thing to say to the lesbian"

Ciel hasn't even entered the chat yet and we're using his name in vain

Pass the gauntlet or get cancer

Oh yeah, sorry I killed you, at least you're alive now

Yeah, you have to be a good classmate, and donate your liver

P1: "You should eat, oranges! Orange slices"

P2: "How is that going to help?"

P1: "The power of- the power of-"

P2: "The power of vitamins?"

P1: "The power of Asians"

First word, happening to be a bad one. Very first word of the day.

Bro got leukemia and dipped, like I never met him, my dad never met him

P1: "Give him a hot chocolate"

P2: "He'll die if he has a warm drink-"

P1: "Then give him cold chocolate??"

P2: "You mean chocolate milk?"

What is the up guys *arms crossed, peace signs*

P1, very aggressively: What does you law teacher tell you guys every day?!

P2: Have a good day, stay in school, don't do drugs

P1: And what did you do?

P1: I'm having a bad day, I've been skipping school, and I'm on drugs

P1: "hey white people"

looks of confusion at the one brown member

P2: I'm not white?

P1: Oh. well you're an honorary white. a half-white

P2: Half-white! I have partial rights now.

somebody in this hallway smells like tomato soup

give him a room temperature lemonade

nobody's gonna mug me for my glasses, they're from Walmart!

Art kid (derogatory)

If grandma is racist can grandma be racist on facebook

No it was music sent from GOD when I found the scorpion. It was telling me I was going to die

*Calmly listens to msub whimper audios in the middle of class, locked in on math sheets*

Singing Gaston in perfect key, loudly in the hallway

Maybe Saladfingers's autistic son

Hashtag free your mom

P1, a lot louder than he should have been: "The robot! saw the kid jacking off!"

P2, in a tired sort of quiet: "Yeah, that sounds about right"

P1: "My donuts dead"

P2: "What"

P1: "My milkshake is dead."

Donuts make me nut

If you do that one more time, I'm going to turn you into a pickle jar

Cross breeding turnips

P1: "I don't like how that's shaped. It's shaped a little too suggestivly"

P2: "It's a fucking radish"

Is vibrainium used to create vibrators? That's why it's called vibrainium

pp is irrelevant

I wanna eat your phone screen

I can change my gayness flavor

Dumbo, affectionately

P1: "What's up straights, gays and Asians

P2: That's crazy, what's up jew

You're out of your 'normal' pills (adhd meds)

*exasperated, after getting objected every other sentence during a mock trial * Can you just let me cook??