#you can put them in a backpack or tote bag and no one would know

[swagging-back-to]

i love chihuahuas theyre genuinely the best dog breed

[bijoumikhawal]

Hurricane Helene Relief Funds

Brother Wolf Animal Rescue operates out of Asheville, which has been hit aggressively by storm and flood damage

The Asheville Survival Program is reaching out. They appear to actually be the ones who use the Cashapp $Streets1de, and they just got put with Appalachian Med for convenience.

Beloved Asheville is reaching out. www.PayPal.me/belovedasheville and venmo.com/beloved-asheville

Homeward Bound helps the homeless in the Asheville/Buncombe area

Theres a fund for smaller rural communities around Asheville. It's close to its goal, but I really wish they'd set it higher considering what people are gonna need. Someone make sure they surpass it!

Charlotte NC is reaching out. Charlotte Mutual Aid: Helene Disaster Relief. CashApp: MutualAid704. Venmo: MutualAid704. Open Collective: Helene.cltfnb.com

Olive Branch Ministry is reaching out from West NC

Josh Griffith is fundraising for his efforts to deliver food in WNC

Breathitt County in Kentucky is fundraising to help NC through the Rousseau Volunteer Fire Department, as well as asking for physical supply donations. Their paypal is jrousseauvfd, put "for NC flood". Jaxon Flower shop in Jackson KY will also take physical donations. They aren't looking for clothes, moreso cleaning supplies and other items.

North Durham Mutual Aid is reaching out.

Eastern Kentucky Mutual Aid is also reaching out for funds. There looks like there might be two orgs with similar names, but if so both are helping. There's PayPal.me/ekymutualaid, Venmo - @ekymutualaid, or Cashapp - $ekymutualaid. There's also a Facebook group where individuals are posting requests for aid.

There's a fund for relief in Erwin, Tennessee

Helbender Harm Reduction is collecting physical supplies in Knoxville alongside First Aid Collective Knoxille, whose Cashapp/Venmo is: $firstaidcollectknox. If you're nearby they're looking for clothes, blankets, shelf stable food, rain gear, flashlights, and batteries, which is what most other groups asking for supplies are looking at too.

The TriCities Mutual Aid group is mostly asking for volunteers and supplies in the Tennessee/Virginia area. However, they may shift to donations, and you can reach out to them to see if they would be welcome either way.

Food Not Bombs Tallahassee has a cashapp: $fnbtally2022. They and Mutual Aid Athens are also boosting any community calls for funds, labor, or supplies in various states on their Instagram pages

Taylor County FL is reaching out. Paypal: Mskatonic138@gmail.com and Venmo @Mskatonic138

The Footprint project's Florida team is asking for people to support their response by texting HELENE to 44-321

Since I don't know if the post I made late last night will get traction I'll reiterate that Mutual Aid Disaster Relief is a trusted org. You can send funds at the linked site, or via Paypal: MutualAidDisasterRelief@gmail.com Or Venmo: @MutualAidDisasterRelief

Appalachian Med is another trusted org I shared last night. They have Venmo: @AppMedSolid. Put Flood Support in the description

Animal Disaster Relief Coalition is helping people make sure their animals are fed.

A list of Mutual Aid groups can be found here

A friend of mine, Vyn, is asking for help since he'll be out of power for around a week in Southeast GA

Other physical supplies people will be looking for in flood impacted areas include:

bottled water, potentially water filters

personal hygiene items: wipes, camping showers, tampons/pads/other menstrual products, handsanitizer, mosquito spray, laundry detergent, washboards, toilet paper, diapers, and especially any products safe for sensitive skin

medications- ibuprofen, monistat and other meds for yeast infections, cold and cough meds, any diabetic meds that can be safely shared, etc

individually wrapped low or no prep food items, baby formula, and Gatorade

duffel bags, backpacks, heavy duty storage totes and trash bags, 5 gallon buckets, coolers

Fans, dehumidifiers, moisture sensors, generators, gas and gas cans, solar charging items and battery banks, first aid kits

chainsaws, crowbars, hammers, air filters, respirators, 2×4 planks, bleach, roofing nails, heavy duty gloves, and potentially waders.

and board games or other non electric activities for children

Double check if you can before you donate these items to make sure whatever local drive you're headed to wants them and can distribute the more specialized ones where they're needed

And please! Add any funds you know of, especially for South Carolina and North Georgia since I wasn't seeing many funds for those areas! I know South Carolina is in desperate need and there's definitely parts of North Georgia in need too. Atlanta saw some bad flooding so keep an eye for them too!

[chrissdollie]

unopened backpack - m.s x reader

a/n: ok look, ik vday passed almost a month ago, but this just popped in my head now LOL warnings/notes: cursing, unpopular matt sturniolo x popular reader, reader has a small tantrum lol wc: 759

matt's leg bounces under his desk while he messes around with his pencil, drowning out the noise of the teacher rambling about.. his cat? whatever, matt doesn't care. he can't pay attention to anything today. he hates valentine's day. it's his second year of watching you get gifts all day from the jocks to declare their love to you.

pfft. love. they don't love you like he does. he bites his lip, watching the back of your head become the front when you turn around to ask someone for a pencil, which they happily provide. his eyes then turn to the bouquet of roses laying on your desk from that idiot tyler. he shouldn't be giving flowers to you, a precious delicate angel. he should've handed out his dick to the sluts who watch him as he plays football instead.

but who is he to judge? he's a fucking nobody and has been his entire life. he quietly scoffs when the boy sat next to you hands you a $10 bill. he almost lets out a chuckle as you put on a fake smile, taking the money and muttering a small "thank you". what is that guy, new?

seeing everyone else's gifts make his eyes slide over to his closed backpack which contained an assortment of things he knows you like. your favorite chocolates, a handwritten letter, a hello kitty valentine's stuffed animal he found at walmart, and decorative pink tulips since he knew you'd prefer keeping flowers forever.

he sucks in a breath, debating if he should give them to you or throw everything in the trash. either way, he's too pathetic to do both (his mother would definitely complain if he wasted his money on presents and he would get endless teasing from his brothers)

little did he know, you were practically grinding your teeth together impatiently. why hasn't he given you anything yet? why is the one boy you want is disregarding you completely? you mope at the thought of him having a valentine. someone who isn't you.

you look down, tracing the patterns on your girly nails. you huff, waiting for the period to end. when it does, you get out of your seat hurriedly, grabbing your puffer tote bag quickly following him. he goes under the bleachers for lunch per usual, but it's hard to keep up with him in your melanie martinez x KOI shoes. atleast you know where he's going.

you get there out of breath, seeing him sitting criss crossed on the grass. "matthew sturniolo." you pant out.

he looks up in surprise, confused but happy to see you. "hey." he answers bluntly, making your blood boil. "i know you and you know me so why didn't you get me anything? i- i didn't do anything, did i?"

matt raises an eyebrow. "what are you talking about?" he chuckles, which infuriates you. you stomp your foot like a little brat, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. "do you have a valentine? who is it? tell me who, please!" you whine, sitting down next to him. he grins.

"seems like you're upset, princess."

your face softens a little at the nickname. "i am upset!" you blurt, not knowing what else to say. "can you answer me please?" you meekily mutter, looking away from him before you get too embarrassed. he shrugs. his gaze doesn't leave the side of your face as he speaks. "don't have a valentine, dunno who told you i did."

you turn back at this. "oh." you feel hot and awkward now, but he's eating it up. you're jealous of some girl who doesn't even exist? this changes everything! the shyness from earlier leaves matt's head.

"and another thing," he pulls his backpack onto his lap, opening the zipper. "i got you a whole ton of shit." and he shows you the inside of his bag. you gasp excitedly, clapping your hands together adorably.

about 10 minutes later when you're finally done chattering about each of the gifts, matt scratches the back of his head and clears his throat. "d'ya wanna be my valentine?" he mumbles nervously, even though he knows you'll say yes.

"duh!" and you kiss his cheek, his face turning red as you do so. you happily stick a chocolate into his mouth and spend the rest of the day by his side, holding his hand throughout the halls while people pointed and some laughed. you couldn't give a shit less though as you lean joyfully into matt's arm, ignoring everyone else around you but him.

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee

[cowsabungus]

hello! i was wondering about drawing and writing elbow crutches specifically, as i’m not very informed on the topic of chronic illness or mobility aids (i’m developing a character with POTS and thought it would be good to ask someone who has experience with mobility aids)

i think you’re very cool btw, keep doing what you’re doing here!

Yessss so for POTS it may be very personal to the person, they may prefer elbow crutches or platform crutches, but overall the type of crutch doesn't it doesn't make a lot of difference in management,

For how it helps, POTS can cause dizziness, and unsteadiness which can be helped with having the support of crutches, I also found when I could walk I'd get blood pooling (bad circulation therefore my legs going low-key purple) which was painful and having something to take the weight off helped a lot. Also, because of the issue with people not considering invisible disability (not necessarily on purpose, you don't look at every single person and think "maybe they're disabled" ya know), having crutches can make it easier to get help, and access to things like priority seats on the bus etc

Random stuff you could include in writing about crutches

- ur hands start to hurt a lot when u start using them often, especially if ur putting a lot of weight on ur hands. It makes sense cos the skin on ur hands isn't made to support ur whole body weight, I found I'd get blisters and aching wrists from it

- I have known people to have a few colours (2 or 3 pairs) of crutches to match their outfit. Do with this what you will

- holding tote bags when using two crutches is at best annoying, at worst impossible. Usually u gotta use cross body bags or backpacks with both straps over ur shoulders

- different weather can be a nightmare for crutches. Dry and sunny? Perfect, delightful, no notes. Wet and cold? Ableist, slippery, fall-over-constantly. Wet leaves is the worst, along with ice

- I know people who have spray painted their crutches over and over bc they can't decide on a colour

- Those fucking things do not care where you put them. If you lean a crutch against something, it WILL fall over. This could be a good way to introduce another character, I.e. the main character drops their crutch while grabbing something with one hand or while sitting, and another character goes to help and grab it

- people tend to see crutches as an aid for a temporary injury, so you get a lot of "what happened to your leg?" "Did you break your ankle?" "I was on crutches when I had my ingrown toe nail surgery"

- same stuff as usual with all mobility aids, we don't like it when people touch without permission, some people feel the need to man handle u places, or lead u, some people are patronising, and it could be fun to see how ur character would react to those scenarios (I wouldn't say they happen frequently enough to have an experience like this every chapter, but it happens enough that it's not a fluke if that makes sense)

I hope this helps!!!!! :)

[1heartfanfics]

Hi! Your stories are amazing. I’m totally addicted. Zayn and Andrew are such a cute couple. I was hoping you’d be able to write something about Zaun being sick to his stomach and insisting on going to work because he’s a teacher and he needs to. I’m a teacher and I’ve had to work though sooo many bugs and it’s awful. I literally keep a box of supplies at work just in case. Bonus if someone has to come get him because he’s too sick to get himself home and they give him the whole, “I told you so”

“Morning babe,” Andrew said as he heard Zayn enter the kitchen. When he recieved no reply he looked up from the book he was reading. “You okay?” He asked.

Zayn just shrugged. He was already dressed for work, wearing slacks and a button down, but he looked tired and uncomfortable.

“I feel kinda sick to my stomach,” Zayn answered after a moment. He was cradling his belly with one hand.

“Maybe you should stay home today,” Andrew said, getting up and moving to Zayn’s side. He gently guided Zayn over to their dining table by his elbow and pressed him down onto the chair. “They can’t find a sub on this late of notice,” Zayn shook his head.

Andrew took a seat next to his husband and reached forward to press the back of his hand to Zayns cheek. He felt a little warm, he’d probably caught some kind of bug from the kids at school. “I know, but you really don’t look well hon,” Andrew said sadly, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle. “I’ll just have it be a work day for my students, I’ll be okay,” he shrugged, his mind clearly already made up. “Okay..” Andrew sighed, clearly worried. Zayn could be so stubborn when he was sick. At least he’d been open about telling Andrew he didn’t feel well. That was progress. “I’ll be fine babe,” Zayn said, smiling weakly to try and reassure his husband. “Okay, I hope your kids behave for you today,” Andrew said, leaning forward to kiss Zayn’s cheek as he stood up to take his breakfast dishes to the sink.

“Me too,” Zayn sighed, forcing himself to get up from the table and finish getting ready. As he was putting his shoes and coat on, Andrew came in and held out a tote bag to him. “Here, I made you a little sick day care package to take to work.” Zayn peaked into the bag. A packet of chamomile tea, some mints, pepto, some saltines, and a can of ginger ale. “You’re so sweet, thank you,” Zayn said, slinging the bag over his shoulder along with his backpack. Andrew smiled at him sadly. He sounded exhausted already and his day hadn’t even begun yet.

“Call me if you need anything and I can run it up to you okay?” Andrew said, leaning over to give Zayn another peck on the cheek. “I will. I love you,” Zayn answered, feeling so grateful for Andrew.

“I love you too.” Andrew replied as Zayn stepped outside and headed to work. Andrew just hoped he could make it through the day.

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The drive to the elementary school had felt longer than usual. Each turn made Zayn’s stomach flip. By the time he arrived and parked his car, he was s already starting to feel nauseous. Once he got to his classroom he took a swig of the pepto and popped a mint into his mouth. Then he headed to the teachers lounge to heat up some water for the tea. He hoped that would be enough. Thankfully, he managed to calm his stomach down to a dull ache by the time his students started arriving. He didn't greet them all as he usually did, but tried to give each student a smile and a wave as they entered the classroom and made their way to their seat.

"Alright, how's everyone doing today?" Zayn asked his class after the bell rang. He received a chorus of words that he couldn't understand, as usual.

"Anyone have any fun plans this weekend" he asked as he wheeled his chair out from behind his desk to sit at the front of the classroom and sat back down in front of the students. A few raised their hands and told him about their family outings or sporting events taking place this weekend.

"Awesome, thanks for sharing guys," he said, debating on what he wanted to tell them. "So, I'm going to be honest with you all, I am a little under the weather today. So we're just going to have a work-day. That means that if you've got any assignments due or late work to catch up on, you can do that. Otherwise, you're free to read a book, do some creative writing, or find an art project from our creation corner," he explained.

"Are you sick Mr.Kalani?" one of his students asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah sweetie I am," Zayn sighed.

"My mom says you should stay home when you're sick," another student spoke up.

"Your mom is right," Zayn chuckled lightly, "I wanted to stay home but there wasn't enough time to find a sub for you guys, so I'm just going to power through," he explained.

"So, I'll be at my desk if anyone needs me. Feel free to listen to music if you want but no games and try to keep chitchat at a whisper level okay?" he continued, finishing up his instructions.

With that, his students started rummaging around in their backpacks for assignments and books. Luckily, he had a pretty good class this year. No real problem students, just some kids who liked to talk during class a little too much, but he could handle that.

Zayn scooted back to his desk, wishing he could just dim the lights and take a nap. His stomach was already starting to turn again. Maybe he should see if they could at least get a sub for the second half of the day.

He opened his email and typed a message to the principal:

'Hello Mr. Whitman,

I am feeling pretty ill this morning and wanted to see if there was any possibility of getting a sub for my class starting after lunch. I can power through if I need to but a half day would be much appreciated.

Thanks,

Zayn'

He hit send before he could have second thoughts. Normally he wouldn't even ask but he genuinely felt so unwell that he really wasn't sure he actually could make it through the day. Andrew had been right.

Mr. Whitman responded within minutes: 'I'll see what I can do'. Which was about the best response Zayn could've hoped for.

As the minutes ticked on, Zayn's stomach grew more and more upset. He could feel it churning sickly and resisted the urge to press his hand to it. A few times his stomach lurched, thankfully only forcing up belches that he attempted to muffle into his fist.

By some miracle, he made it to 10 o'clock, which was when his class went to gym. He got everyone lined up and led them through the school to the gymnasium.

Mr. Penn immediately got the kids started with a game of dodgeball, then walked over to where Zayn was slumped against the wall.

"You feeling alright?" Mr. Penn asked.

Zayn shook his head, "Not really. Hoping Mr. Whitman can get a sub for me after lunch."

"Yeah hopefully he can, you really aren't looking so good," Mr. Penn said, cringing in sympathy. "You can go back to your classroom if you want, I've got 'em. I'll bring 'em back to you in an hour," he added, nodding toward the door.

"Thank you," Zayn breathed out, giving the other teacher a grateful smile before slinking out and heading back to his classroom. Standing had made him feel about 15 times worse. The nausea had returned in full force, making him press a fist to his mouth as he walked, afraid something might come out if he didn't.

Once he was sitting as his desk again the nausea receded slightly, but he still felt like he could throw up at any moment. He cracked open the can of ginger ale from Andrew and took a careful sip. The cool fizzy drink did feel nice in his sick belly, but it didn't lessen the feeling of nausea. Zayn leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, focusing on taking slow breaths through his nose. He must have drifted off though because he was startled awake when the door swung open and his kids filed in.

“Thanks,” he croaked to Mr. Penn, forcing himself to stand up even as his stomach sloshed in protest. “Hang in there brother,” Mr. Whitman said quietly on his way back out the door. Zayn nodded in thanks, afraid to say more. He was actively fighting back the nausea at this point, willing his stomach to stay in place. This was not good.

His students had all made their way back to their seats and were looking at him expectantly. He must really not look well because they weren't even talking amongst themselves, just watching him.

"Mr. K?" one of his students asked. Their voice sounded far away though, his ears were ringing.

His mouth started filling with saliva and he knew that it was over. There was nothing he could do. He rushed over to his desk and crouched down behind it to at least shield himself from his kids' eyes as he leaned over the trash can just in time to throw up what little he'd ingested.

"EWW!" a chorus of disgusted sounds and laughter came from his class on the other side of his desk. He couldn't worry about that right now though, he was too busy focusing on breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth so he wouldn't throw up again.

He felt a small hand on his shoulder, "Mr. K should I go get some help?" one of his students, a sweet girl named Molly asked, standing behind him.

"Yes please," he rasped, cheeks flushing red. "Thank you Molly," he added as she turned to head out of the room. He couldn't believe that this had just happened. He'd never hear the end of it.

A minute later Molly returned with the teacher from across the hall, Mrs. Davis. She instructed Molly to return to her seat and asked his class to read quietly for a few minutes.

"Hey," she said, crouching down next to Zayn. "Came down with a bug huh?" she asked, smiling sympathetically. It happened to all new teachers in the winter. Kids bring in a lot of germs and it takes a few years to develop the immune system to fight everything off.

"I'm so sorry," Zayn said, dropping his head down into his hands. "I thought I could make it through the day."

"We always do. It happens to the best of us Zayn don't worry," she tried to reassure him. Zayn smiled woefully, but felt absolutely humiliated. And nauseous.

"I have two paras watching my kids right now so I can cover yours until Mr. Whitman finds a sub or figures something out. So whenever you're ready, grab your stuff and get out of here, okay?" she told him.

"Thank you Sara, I owe you one," Zayn sighed, taking a deep breath to try and regain his composure. He was already dreading standing up to the prying eyes of his students.

"No need, like I said, it happens," she shook her head, "Are you okay to drive home?" she asked. He really did not look well. His skin was deathly pale and ashen, damp with sweat. His hands shook as he reached up to brush his hair out of his face. He hardly looked fit to stand, let alone drive.

"Uh, yeah..." Zayn trailed off, not so sure, "I can call Andy," he finished, deciding that was probably the better idea. The last thing he needed was to puke all over himself while trying to drive home.

"That's probably a good idea," Sara nodded. "You ready to get up?" she asked.

Zayn nodded, though he wasn't really. Sara grabbed his elbow and gently helped him to his feet. He swayed, immediately dizzy, but grabbed the edge of his desk to steady himself. As he started to pack up his things he could feel the kids' eyes on him.

"I'm going to be hanging out with you guys for a while since Mr. Kalani isn't feeling well," Mrs. Davis said, walking to the front of the room and addressing his class.

"Feel better Mr.K!" a couple of kids called out as he finished packing his things.

"Thank you," he smiled gratefully, thankful to have such a sweet class. "Be good for Mrs. Davis okay? Hopefully I'll be back tomorrow," he added, waving to them as he shakily headed for the door.

As soon as he was out of eye sight, he leaned against the wall and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Opening a text to Andy he typed 'Can you come get me? I threw up and I really don't feel good' and sent it.

Almost immediately he got a response back: 'Poor baby :( omw'

Andrew had probably been waiting around, expecting this to happen. Zayn wished he'd just listened to him and stayed home today. Then this whole mess never would have happened.

By the time Zayn trudged his way to the back exit of the school, Andrew was parked and waiting for him. He got out, rushing over to Zayn to take his bag from him, then placed a hand on his back to lead him over to the car. Zayn carefully got into the passenger seat, afraid to upset his stomach any more than it already was.

"How's your stomach feeling?" Andrew asked after getting back into the driver's seat.

"Not good," Zayn shook his head. He was still unbearably nauseous, stomach feeling sour and unsettled.

"Here, just in case," Andrew said, handing Zayn a plastic bag. Zayn took it wordlessly, squeezing his eyes shut against the nausea and vertigo... and tears.

"Baby?" Andrew asked gently, seeing a tear slide down his husband's cheek. "What happened?"

"I puked in front of my whole class!" Zayn managed to get out before he burst into tears, pitching forward with a sob.

"Oh sweetie," Andrew sighed, rubbing a hand up and down Zayn's back. Zayn turned to bury his face in Andrew's shoulder, tears soaking into his flannel. Andrew wrapped his arm around Zayn, leaning down to press a kiss onto his forehead, which was burning with fever.

Zayn hiccuped, a sob morphing into a, thankfully, unproductive gag.

"Try to calm down Z, you're gonna make yourself sick again," Andrew said softly, rubbing Zayn's arm.

"I-i'm just so embarrassed," Zayn cried, sniffling as he tried to calm himself down.

"I know baby, I'm so sorry this happened. I'm sure it has happened to plenty of other teachers though," Andrew tried to reassure him.

"That's what Sara Davis said," Zayn sighed, reaching up to wipe the tears off his face. "She took over my class," he added, taking a slow shaky breath as the tears subsided.

"There you go, see? It happens. No big deal alright?" Andrew said, giving Zayn's shoulder a squeeze before retracting his arm to put the car in drive.

"I guess," Zayn shrugged, not really convinced but settled enough for now.

"Let's just get you home okay?" Andrew nodded, pulling out of the parking lot and heading for home.

[sweetiesicheng]

mingyu - puppy love

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"s/n, did you eat all of your lunch today?" you asked as you drove onto the street you lived on.

"yea! dad put in some cookies. they were sooooo yummy!" your son replied.

"he packed in the rest of the ones i made, didn't he?" you asked, peeking in to look at him through the rear view mirror. you walked his expression change.

"...yea."

you sighed, looking back at the road, "your dad and i need to have another talk."

"but mom, they were so delicious. you can just make more!" your son said to you.

"i'll make more next week if you do a good job at your recital," you said to him, even though you would make the cookies regardless of how he did at his piano recital.

"yay!"

you reached your house and parked the car on the driveway, not bothering to open the garage since you knew that mingyu's car was in the garage. you and your son got out of the car, and you locked the car after grabbing a large tote bag from the trunk. you son waited at the front door as you met up with him. you unlocked the front door and opened it.

"hon? we're home!" you announced as you walked into your home. you son bolted through the door, throwing his backpack on the floor and sat down to take his shoes off. "sweetie, don't throw your backpack. put it on the staircase or put it on the dinner table," you said to him as you put your keys in a small bowl on a table that was next to the shoe rack.

you closed the door behind you and locked it. you took your shoes off and tided up the front area of the house.

"puppies!"

after hearing your son yell, you sighed. "mingyu, i thought we agreed to limit the plushies..." you said and went to go find your son and your husband. you go into the living room and immediately started to freak out. "mingyu!"

"hi."

your husband was sitting in the floor with a puppy in his lap. a second puppy was running away with a toy in their mouth while your son chased after them.

"why are they puppies in our living room?" you asked him.

"so i was walking home, right? and i passed by an adoption place. it's actually next to the furniture store. anyways, i decided to go inside so i could pet some of them. and then these buddies were staring at me," mingyu explained. "they're brothers, and i couldn't just separate them."

"you adopted two puppies without talking to me about it?" you asked him.

"babe, come on. they're so adorable," he said to you. "right buddy?" he asked your son.

"they're ours, right?" your son asked, looking at you and mingyu.

"i don't know about this..."

"but mommy! they're too cute!" your son exclaimed and hugged the puppy he had been playing with. "can we please keep them? pretty please?" he begged.

you sighed, "they are cute," you said as you approached them. you sat down next to mingyu and started petting the puppy in his lap. "s/n, you have to make sure that you take really good care of them. this is a big responsibility," you said to your son, who listened carefully.

"i will! i promise!" your son said and hugged the puppy again, "i love you puppy~"

you looked at your husband, "you know i'm mad at you, right?" you asked.

mingyu smiled and kissed your cheek. "no, you're not."

"yes, i am."

"i'll make it up to you, promise," he said, "but first, we gotta look for toys. i already bought a whole bunch earlier."

"i'm even more mad at you now."

[mayajadewrites]

Never Say Never - Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Three: Study

Chapter Summary: Suguru and reader go to the café to study for finals, and we get a bit of Geto's POV in this chapter! Smut coming soon hehe

ao3

"Sugu, you want to study with me tonight? Our favorite café?" I looked at Suguru across the hallway. Finals are coming up and you're nowhere near ready.

"You don't have a date tonight?" His eyes never left his phone screen.

"A date with my textbooks." I roll my eyes. "It's a yes or no question."

"I have nothing better to do." Suguru slid his phone in his pocket, turning his back to me.

Since Gojo's birthday, Suguru has been quieter than usual. He's retreated to his room, which is arguably his safe haven, and is doing God knows what.

Debatably, I miss my best friend. I've been spending some of my time with Toji, getting to know him and avoiding the two of us in bed together. I'm not the type to sleep with just anyone, I need mental, emotional, and physical connection.

I slip on my favorite oversized sweater with jeans and combat boots. I find my tote bag and put it over my shoulder, waiting for Suguru at his door.

He opened his bedroom door and look startled when I was waiting for him.

"Sugu, stop being weird." I cross my arms over my chest. "I've barely seen you. We've barely seen you."

"I'm fine." His backpack hit his back before he brushed past me. I felt his arm touch my skin, leaving goosebumps.

The café is pretty quiet, just the way Suguru and I like it. He orders my coffee for me and brings it to our table. I pull out my laptop and open up my assignments, sighing at the screen.

Suguru sat in front of me, bringing his laptop out of his backpack. I glanced at him before he could notice, observing his chocolate eyes.

Why am I staring at Suguru?

His face looks like he was crafted by Greek Gods, so much work must've went into creating him.

I've always found Suguru handsome. I would never admit it out loud, but it's true. He's tall, has the most beautiful long black hair, and his face is one that I could stare at forever.

He could sense me staring at him and my heart almost stops.

"Do you like what you see?" Suguru smiles for the first time in forever. His long black hair cascades past his shoulders with a little bun holding some pieces. His front pieces frame his face, moving with his words.

I blush, going back to my typing. I've never seen Suguru like this. I've never looked at him in a way that made my core pulse with need.

When he looks down at his laptop screen, I look at Suguru again. He's wearing a black t-shirt that barely covers his biceps. My eyes follow the veins on his arms to his large hands, his fingers typing quickly.

I wish those fingers were in me.

Am I just horny because Toji and I haven't slept together yet?

A message pops up on my screen, interrupting my thoughts.

Sugu: Stop eye-fucking me before I take you in the bathroom right now.

I freeze, trying my best not to let Suguru know that he's not only right, but I wish I could jump his bones right this very second.

Me: Over my dead body.

Sugu: That can be arranged.

I can't help but feel some sort of attraction to Suguru at this moment. Maybe I've always felt this way and didn't do anything about it, but I'm not gonna be the one to admit my feelings first. They might be fleeting feelings anyways.

Geto

God, is she gorgeous.

I've had a crush on her since we were in high school, but being best friends kind of ruins any idea of a relationship. Losing her would be like losing half of me, which at the time I didn't think was a good gamble.

But when I saw her with Toji, a man who looks like he has a roster of women at his beck and call, those feelings resurfaced and I felt them in my mouth.

To be fair, I've brought plenty of women home. Mostly one night stands, and I know she heard me with them. I never thought about her feelings towards that because my romantic feelings were idle. I assumed she was fucking men outside of the house, so my worries subsided.

Now is different. Now, I want to kiss her every time I see her.

Now I want to feel myself inside of her.

Now I want to build something with her.

It might be too late, but oh well.

She took a sip of her coffee, leaving foam on her lips. "You have something right here," I took my finger and wiped it off her lips, then sucking on my own finger. "Cinnamon."

My dick was already hard thinking about what her pussy tastes like and eating her till she's screaming.

"Suguru." She sat up, fixing her hair. "What are you doing?"

"Helping my friend not look stupid." I smirked, going back to my typing.

She sighed, going back to her studying. Her tan skin glowed against the light in the café, and her hair framed her face beautifully as it made its way down past her chest. I watched her chest move up and down as she breathed, slowly and relaxed. I could watch her all day.

The bell to the café rang, signaling someone walking in.

Of fucking course.

You

"Hello gorgeous." Toji sliced your thoughts, pulling a chair up to your table. "I was on my way to my friends house when I thought I'd stop by for a coffee."

"Hi, Toji." I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. Suguru's face was like stone. "This is Suguru Geto, my best friend and roommate."

"Nice to meet you. Toji Fushiguro." Toji reached his hand out, half smiling.

Suguru didn't say a word, but took his hand roughly, shaking it.

I watched the two as they interacted without saying anything verbal to each other.

An unspoken argument.

"Want me to stop by tonight?" Toji finally spoke, turning to me. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Not tonight, I'm not feeling my best." I waved my hand. "I'll text you." I reassured him with a smile.

"Okay, I gotta get going. Have a good day beautiful, and it was nice meeting you Suguru."

Suguru nodded, still not speaking.

Toji got his coffee and left after what seemed like ages.

I kicked Suguru's leg under the table, receiving a glare in return. "What the hell was that?"

"Did you want me to hug him?"

"No, I wanted you to at least be nice."

"Why?"

"I'm nice to all the women you bring home." I cross my arms over my chest. "I even pretend I can't hear you fucking their brains out."

"Touché." Suguru nods. He leans forward at the table, insinuating I should do the same. "That should be you." He whispers.

Chills are sent down my spine as he says that, my arousal dampening my panties.

This man is teasing me and having fun with it.

"I'd rather fuck a man with a dick bigger than 4 inches." I whisper.

"Oh baby, add about 5 inches to that." He winked, and I think my pussy heard that before me, because I was soaking.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

[eggcompany]

He's Just A Baby Part 4

The school wasn’t too far from the residential area. Daryl sat on the top of the cab of the truck with his feet dangling over the back glass. They broke up into groups, Shane and Lori went to the cafeteria, Daryl and Carol went to walk through the halls and classrooms. Each packing totes and a wagon, rolling down the tile floored halls. 

“Do you think we’ll find a rug? A racetrack one maybe, Carl would like it too.” Daryl asked as he swung his bow to clear the first room. Carol pulled the wagon to a stop outside the door and grabbed a tote from their folded stack. 

“Maybe, we could check the closets too. You look through the books, I’ll see what I can find.” Carol instructed. Lori and Shaen had two wagons given they’d really be the only ones bringing back useful things. 

The first few rooms brought not much other than books on culture, food, and kinds of dogs and a few notebooks and pens. The next few had coloring books and a large tube of art supplies that the two put in the hallway to get on their way back. There was a larger room, a special education room by the looks of it, in the middle of the row of doors. 

“Hey Daryl, why don’t you go look in the next room, I can look in here. We’ll be able to hear if anything comes in the hallway.” Carol said and the boy nodded and made his way to the next room down. Carol opened the door and went in. It was a special education room. There were three teachers' desks and lots of sensory toys and tools. There was also a shelf of books behind one of the desks. Carol quickly scanned them and found the one she wanted. “Helping Surviors Of Childhood Abuse, Sexual Abuse, and Mental Illness”, it was a rather thick book and Daryl probably wouldn’t be offended by the words he couldn’t read so she put it in her backpack. She found some fidget toys and bagged them, she then found some building bricks and a book of things to build from them. Carl and Sophia would like those too. She put those by the door on a child’s desk. Finally she looked over at the carpet, a plain blue one sadly, and found something she’d known Daryl would enjoy. A small bookcase of comic books and graphic novels. She picked a few, pirates, cowboys, and a few superheroes. 

“I found a cookie jar!” Carol heard from the other room and she quickly stashed the picture books away in her backpack and popped the bin of blocks in the wagon. 

When she turned the corner she found Daryl, sat down on the floor with his legs splayed open with a large cookie jar between his legs, stuffing his face. 

“Daryl?” Carol said with a smile and an eyebrow raised. He looked up at her with the biggest, brightest blue eyes. 

“No one needs to know. We can say it was half full.” He said and handed her a cookie which she rolled her eyes at and took. 

“You’ll get a stomach ache. Now c’mon cookie monster, eat and walk.” Carol said and Daryl happily walked around the school, a bit more pep in his step, with the jar clear acrylic jar in arm. 

They ended up finding quite a few candy and cookie jars. And most importantly a rug, a big racetrack rug. They pulled their wagon, full of toys and useless crap, back to the truck. Shane and Lori were sitting on the tailgate talking, behind them sitting a few very large cans of food and some pots. When they caught sight of Daryl, cradling a rolled rug and plastic tote in arms, Shane shook his head and Lori laughed. 

“Hey buddy, what’chu got there?” Shane said and watched the boy put the tote down and unrolled the rug, holding it so it didn’t touch the ground so his arms were raised high. 

“Racetrack. And cookies and books and uh building blocks and and candy jars.” Daryl listed off as he unloaded him and Carol’s wagon. Lori looked at Carol but she just shrugged and hopped in the back with Daryl for the ride back. 

Carl was overjoyed at what was brought back. Especially the large cans of pudding and the building blocks. Him and Sophia immediately carried them to Grime Temporary residence. 

Daryl was busy looking at the books he’d gotten himself while sitting in the kitchen. Carol said tonight he could work on reading, but really he knew she would read to him. He was looking forward to it. Since they brought so much back they didn’t have to do any more chores. 

Daryl just flipped through the wildlife book. He looked at the pictures, then he looked at the words. He knew what some words looked like. The, a… Actually that’s about it. He could say the letters, there was a D and then an E and another E and then an R. But duh, eh, eh, er didn’t really sound like a word. 

“Hey kiddo, you want a soda while we read this book?” Carol offered as she picked up the book from Daryl’s hands. Daryl shook his head and Carol chuckled. 

“We’ll work on this book until you can tell me each word alright? You don’t have to read it but you have to tell me each word. I’m not making fun of you, remember that.” Carol instructed and sat down next to him. Daryl nodded and paid attention. 

Carol read the book to Daryl, who was very content to stop her every other page to tell her about the time he hunted whatever it was. By the time they were done Daryl was yawning. 

“How about a nap before dinner. You can help me wash the dishes before bedtime.” Carol really said, not leaving much room for discussion. 

Daryl did sleep. He slept till the next morning when everyone was looking for him. Why couldn’t they find him? Because Daryl had decided to sleep in the safest place in the house, the most comforting. The closet. Rick found him, drool dried on his face and hair an utter disaster under his blanket. 

“Hey kid, we’re packing up. We thought you mighta’ left us. Can’t leave withoutcha, buddy.” Rick said and got the boy to wake up and stand. Daryl yawned and realized it was morning. 

“I’m sorry Mister Grimes, I’ll get our stuff-” Daryl started apologizing, grabbing his bow and starting for the stairs but Rick stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“We already packed up everything. You better go find Carol before she has a heart attack. Worrying her sick is what you did. Go say sorry and get in the RV.” Rick told him sternly and lifted his hand away. Daryl nodded and ducked away. 

“Sorry.” Daryl mumbled as he hurried to find Carol. 

“There he is”, “Found the kid”, and “He didn’t leave” all rang out as Daryl hurried toward the RV where he could see Carl and Sophia’s head. Carol was sitting in the passenger seat and Daryl looked at her sheepishly but she pulled him into a great hug. 

“You scared the lights out of me! I couldn’t find you for dinner and thought you’d gone to do something but then I didn’t see you this morning and I had no idea where you had gone. Don’t you ever worry me like that again, Daryl Dixon, do you hear me?” Carol said with the flurry of motherly relief. Daryl looked down and nodded. 

“I’m sorry Miss Carol, I just- I been- I was… I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again. I’m really sorry.” Daryl said and felt about two feet tall. Tears pricked at his eyes. Carol hugged him in, one hand cardaling the back of the boy’s head and the other rubbing his back. 

“It’s okay. It’s alright. You’re back and we’re ready to head out. We saved you back some breakfast. Get settled.” Carol said forgivingly and pulled back to kiss Daryl’s forehead and send him to the body of the RV. Daryl sniffled and nodded, moving to sit on the bench behind the table where the two younger kids worked. 

Soon everyone was settled and ready to go. There was a large factoried area an hour away and they had hopes of finding cannery or a food distributor. Somewhere they could lock down and take for a few weeks, a few months, for as long as they could. 

They expected walkers, maybe even survivors, and factories of course. However the group did not expect to find a large distribution warehouse. There were no cars in front of it, no windows, and a solid roof. They had decided to check it out. 

There were brown cardboard boxes for what seemed like miles. There was utter silence but they still looked for any walkers. Everyone was in awe. It was clean, sheltered, and perfect. 

“This is it. We can build a fence, walls, we can make this permanent. This is… we can do this.” Rick said to the group as they got to the back wall. There were heavy duty locking doors, thick cement walls, steam beaming holding up all the roof, and of course room. Enough room to survive inside if they need to. 

“This is fucking insane.” Is all anyone said. It came from the back of the group where Daryl was standing, bow in a slack hand at his side. Everyone laughed and agreed. 

“Five bucks says I can find alcohol.” Daryl said and smiled. It was like a snapped rubber band, everyone rushed to the boxes. Shane, Rick, and Carol all looked at each other and shook their heads. They instead checked the doors and looked at the back side of the building. 

Everyone was relaxed, joyous, happier than they had been since the world started to end. There was in fact a case of liquor in the big room they had cleared, one of many it seemed. Liquor and boxed mattresses and bed frames and snacks and sodas and juices and jerky and season salts and gardening supplies. There was just so much of everything. 

Daryl had went away from the pack to look through boxes near one corner, he found containers and metal water bottles and rope and soap and jars of buttons. Carol and Sophia went off to decide somewhere to build their room, everyone had been rationed things, the basics: a bed, a frame and a ration of food. 

Carol had caught sight of Daryl staring down at something in his hands, unmoving and frowning. He didn’t look disgusted or sad but rather… miserable. She approached him and looked at the clear plastic bag in his hands. 

“What’s that Daryl?” Carol asked and Daryl dropped it back into the back and practically snarled at the offensive object. He huffed off but Carol looked. Small colorful stuffed animals. Cheap ones like they have at the carnival. She looked at the one Daryl had in his hands, a blue spotted dog. There were other colored dogs, farm animals, fish, birds, all sorts of small hand sized stuffed toys. Carol took the box to her stack that she was making walls out of but kept it to the side. 

She took the blue dog out of the plastic and tore off the tag. She put it in her vest pocket and went back to going through boxes. 

Daryl was moving empty boxes to one side of the room. It was methodical, he seemed to be calmer doing it. He took them and made stacks, sizes matching up. 

“Daryl? Do you wanna help me make up a space for me and Sophia? It would be a big help.” Carol asked the boy who nodded and started making two walls in a corner. He worked quietly, a small smile on his lips. Empty boxes and some tape, that’s all it took for him to relax and feel content. Carol didn’t want to disturb him so she just went to help the rest of everyone put things together. 

He made a rather large area, using the two walls of the facility allowed him to use the boxes to make the space bigger. He made a doorway and decided he was done. He then carried in the boxed bed frame and dragged in a mattress that was out of its box. He built the frame quickly and set the mattress on top. He made a cheap side table and put it next to it. He went to get Carol and Sophia’s things and carried them to the room. He looked into the last box and found the box of stuffed toys. 

‘ Stupid thing to want. Dumb fucking toys. Shouldn’t want a thing for a fucking baby’ Daryl scolded himself as he carries the box to the corner. Carol’s standing in the doorway, a hand over her mouth in awe. Daryl dropped the box by the doorway and looked at her sheepishly. 

“It’s perfect Daryl. You did more than you needed to. Thank you, Daryl. Really thank you.” Carol said and hugged Daryl tightly with a big smile on her face. He hugged her back and gave a little grin. She pulled back and reached into her pocket. 

“We don’t have to tell anybody. This can be yours, and no one needs to know. I'm giving it to you as a thank you.” Carol explained and pushed the blue dog into Daryl’s hands. He flipped it around his hands for a moment before nodding and held it to his chest. 

“Yeah. Yeah secret dog.” Daryl said quietly and smiled at Carol. Sophia then came running up with a pile of… colorful fabric things and Daryl excused himself to make his own area. 

Everyone had their own areas. 

Lori, Rick, and Carl took up the most space so they made walls out of shelves from the box truck and sheets. They had two beds, a larger one and a smaller one. Carl had taken a few posters and sheets with race cars on them. The bigger bed had soft silk sheets and a warm chic grey blanket. 

Shane made a space toward the entrance of the building, he had found a large recliner chair and a green blanket and a bottle of rum. 

T-dog had made a space which he was quite happy about, comfortable bed, food, water, and a few tiny tequila bottles. He had chosen to cover his box walls with some sleek grey sheets. 

Dale had made a small space for himself opposite of Shane’s against the front wall. He just wanted to look out. 

Glenn was happier than hell to have a room and had covered his walls in muscle car tapestries and squirreled away a bottle of wine.

Andrea and Amy decided to make one big room and split it down the middle with two sheets. They had taken the time to build clothes racks and made themselves little wardrobes, giddy about it almost. 

Sophia had decorated their room mostly. She had found sheets with stars for the walls, a colorful rug for the floor, and blue sheets with cats for Carol’s bed and pink sheets with cats on them for her own. It was… the happiest place anyone had seen in a long time. 

Daryl though… No one really saw a space for Daryl. There weren’t any other rooms built even though they could be. They decided to hang up a solar lantern they had found in the middle of the cleared area, it was bright enough to be able to find from any corner of the room. They wanted a final head count so Shane walked around passing out water bottles for the night and couldn’t find Daryl. Shane went back to Rick where he was helping Carl change into some real pajamas. 

“Hey, I can’t find the kid. He ain’t in a room.” Shane said to Rick who quickly excused himself from Carl to talk to his best friend. 

“What’d you mean? You can’t find him? Did you check with Carol, you know he hangs around her.” Rick asked and looked around to see if he could get a glimpse of the boy. Shane nodded. 

“I checked. She hadn’t seen him for hours either. Now I don’t think making such a big noise in an unfamiliar place-” Shane started to explain but Rick already had his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. He called out Daryl’s name and everyone moved to stand in their makeshift doorways. 

“What’s wrong? Where’s Daryl? What happened?” Carol said and hurriedly made her way to Rick and Shane. Rick shook his head and waited. 

“Just want a head count and Daryl hasn’t come up.” Rick explained calmly. Carol was about to get a little bit heated over the fact they lost a kid but there were a few footsteps and a head popped out from around the main stack of unopened boxes. 

“Um…. yeah?” Daryl said quietly and yawned. He’d been sleeping, he’d made a nice little place to sleep. 

AKA; he took the box from Shane’s chair and squirreled it into the big stack of boxes. He built the pile around the large box so it was hidden, a tunnel of boxes leading to the much larger one. He’d dragged in pillows for a bed, some blankets, and had taken a small flashlight. He taped his knife to the side and had his little blue doggy. Everything was good, comfortable, safe.

“Hey, where were you? We all worried.” Carol said and gestured with her head to everyone standing in the doorways, they turned and went back to their areas. Daryl looked down at his feet, he’d replaced his boots with a pair of soft shoes, they were fuzzy on the inside and looked like regular shoes so he liked them. 

“Made a space for me in the pile. ‘Was sleepin.” He answered and looked back at the mountain of stacked boxes. Carol smiled at the two officers and made her way to walk Daryl back the way he came. 

Daryl stopped in front of the opening to his hideyhole. He looked ashamed almost, looking down, unable to catch the woman’s eyes. 

"Daryl? Are you sleeping in a box?" Carol asked and looked at the hole. Daryl swallowed and nodded. He knelt down and nodded toward the opening, it was just big enough for him to be able to pull himself through on his back, which he did to Carol’s delight. She giggled and bent down to look through the tunnel. She could see the opening to the bigger box and Daryl sitting with his knees to his chest. 

“Do what I did, I’ll help.” Daryl said quietly, so Carol did. She laid on her back and stuck her hands to find somewhere to pull herself in with but instead Daryl grabbed her hands in his and pulled her in. 

“Goodness!” Carol said laughing as she  sat up and looked around. She was glad to see he had gathered up blankets and made a nice little bed of pillows to sleep on. She was also very happy to see the little stuffed dog placed on the bed carefully. 

"hi" He said and looked at her. She smiled and patted his knee. 

"Did you see that Glenn found a whole big case of snack cakes? We're gonna organize everything tomorrow. There's even a stream a walkable distance behind the building. Maybe you could find one of the offices a nice place to sleep." Carol said and Daryl just looked at his feet. He knew eventually they would get rid of the box piles and he’d have to make a space for himself but until he found a nice small space for himself, the box was very good. Daryl just nodded he hadn’t heard about the stream but it made this place even better. 

"We can divide and ration the food. We have more than enough of everything else for everyone. We found water filters and medical supplies and charcoal. This is a good place isn't  it Daryl?" Carol said and moved to sit next to Daryl. 

"Yeah." The boy said quietly and leaned his head on her shoulder. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. 

"Are you tired?" She asked and he nodded his head after a moment. 

"Yeah" Daryl said. He was tired even though he just woke up. He wasn’t really tired . He just felt… a lot. His brain was tired but his body wasn’t. 

"Are you gonna go back to sleep?" Carol asked as she took in the way the boy’s body was all tense and the way his feet were fidgety like he was wiggling his toes around. 

"I dunno." Daryl mumbled and shrugged and swayed his legs back and forth a little bit. He was tired but he was just so awake. It was a weird feeling. Like if he laid down he would just be too wiggly to sleep. 

"Daryl, do you want to come with me and start organizing stuff in the other big room? I can't sleep either. Maybe we can tire ourselves out." Carol asked and bent her head to look at the boy’s face. She wasn’t really not tired but she wouldn’t like knowing Daryl was just sitting alone in what was basically a little cave. 

Daryl started to nod but looked over at his dog. Carol just smiled and moved to pull himself out of the box tunnel again. 

“The puppy can come too. We can get a safety pin and pin him to your pants.” Carol said with a smile as Daryl pulled himself out to follow Carol to the other large room in the building. 

“Okay.” He said and had a hop to his step as he followed her. 

When everyone woke up they were surprised to see that Daryl and Carol weren't where they left them. But soon Sophia woke up and said that her mom went to work in the other room. Carol had of course told her daughter, not wanting to stress or worry the kid. 

Everyone had gone to the other space and was surprised to see many of the boxes moved into stacks which were categorized by labels that were written on the floor in green and pink chalk. The first half of the words were written neatly and the second half were… unique. 

Food, Fabric, Hygiene, Hunting, Fishing, Ammo, Teknolje, Toys, Boocks, Shoos, and finally, drawn in big letters with stars drawn around it, Soler LIts. Some of the group giggled at the way the words were spelled. 

Lori asked Sophia if she had come and helped out her mom but the girl shook her head and said she hadn’t even gotten out of bed. 

"Carol?" Shane called out. It was best to know where the two went off to. There was a groan from behind one of the stacks in the corner and they all moved to peak around. There was a pile of colorful beach towels and Carol was sitting with her back against the wall and Daryl was laying on his side with his head in her lap. He had his little dog pinned to the hip of his jeans with one of his hands on it and the other in front of his face. 

Carol yawned and rubbed her eyes, blinking largely. He looked down at Daryl, just checking him. 

"Morning already? We did a lot in here so if you guys want, you can start with these and then we can tackle the other rooms. I think that would be best." Carol explained and yawned, she rubbed at Daryl’s shoulder to wake him up but he just scrunched his knees closer to his chest and made a complaining noise. 

“Yeah?” Rick said with a smile. He was proud of the boy, he had been so helpful to the entire group. He felt like Daryl was turning into a very hopeful and helpful young man. 

"Well Daryl did most of the moving. We make a good team. I opened them, went through them and he put them in their spot. We had to add more categories as we went along but, there is some great stuff here." Carol explained and there was a little sneeze from the boy. He sat up, yawned, rubbed the gunk from his face, and rubbed a fuzz from where it was tickling his nose. 

Carol patted his back and stood up. She groaned and he looked at where Shane, Rick, and Lori were all standing looking at him. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down. Rick came over and pulled the boy to his feet. 

"Hey trooper, Carol here says you're doing some team playing." Rick said and patted the young boys back. Daryl just blinked and yawned again. 

"Yeah, should get first dibs. I wanna ‘nother cake." Daryl grumbled at the officer. The man laughed and pulled Daryl against his side in a hug. 

“Absolutely buddy. Maybe we can whip up some pancakes this time around. We even found condensed milk, we can make a good cake this time around.” Rick said and Daryl smiled. He was excited to move more boxes and eat pancakes. 

It was a pretty great place, for being the apocalypse. They built a good wall out of cars from the surrounding parking lots and found a few good vehicles to use. They had solar lights inside the building that charged during the day. They had made planters full of fruits and vegetables and edible plants. They had basic water towers for rainwater and the stream always provided them with water to filter. 

Daryl grew to like living in the building. He had taken up a small control room that was built on the ‘second floor’, it was really just built high on the wall so he could look over the whole larger room. It was small but he’d ripped out the control panel and used it to build some of their wall.

He had been given gifts for being so helpful. He had a sleeping bag, a nice knife, coloring books, and plenty of easy reader books. Carol had been giving him lessons so he could read most of the words. He had a small desk, a chair, and a lofted bed. He liked his space. He put cool pictures of dogs over the windows so he could move them to see if he wanted but so no one could see him inside. 

They had everything they wanted. Daryl taught everyone how to make traps for crawdads and small animals. New people joined them and they kept expanding. The walls grew safer and stronger. New people shared new techniques and they kept growing and evolving. Tree houses were built, and in a few months they had expanded so they had two buildings within the walls. 

Daryl was happy. New people respected him because he was so educated in hunting and surviving. He usually stayed with Carol and the kids but he protected him. Everyone trusted him to protect the kids. He was happy to do chores and eat dinner with Carol. 

He was even happier when a small family joined them. 

There was an old man, Herschel, who became friends with Rick and one of the few doctors in the group. He was wise and nice and always had a good spirit. He was also very willing to snap his fingers at Daryl and tell him to go walk it off when he got huffy, or balled up on someone. 

There were also two sisters. One older, Maggie, who in a few weeks started to sleep in Glenn’s room. She was a good shot and helped the group build a fence and bring in cattle and a few horses. She helped tend to the pigs and cows. The younger one, Beth, was… Daryl liked her. She was like sunshine. She had very pretty blonde hair and soft hands for a farm girl and she teased Daryl and he just. He liked her a lot. His face always got red and hot when she teased him and grabbed his arm. 

Daryl and Beth usually hung out. They liked to help each other out, aka; Daryl liked to hear her talk. She liked to bring food up to the roof of the building and have picnics. She liked to brush his hair and remind him to wash it. He liked to bring her flowers because then she put flowers in her hair and that really made Daryl happy. 

Daryl was just happy. Sure sometimes he was sad. He was sad thinking about Merle, he was sad thinking about his momma, he was sad thinking about himself. But once he was done being sad he could go out and be happy with people who cared about him. 

Daryl liked his new home and his new family, even though it was the apocalypse.

[olisix823]

How to look feminine!

Before you read this, I would like you to know that you can wear whatever you like. It doesn’t matter how you present yourself. 

This is just for information purposes and this is more a stereotypical statement than anything serious.

There is many different styles you could choose for being the more feminine clothing type. 

There is an entire option for the style ‘feminine’ but you should go with the flow and just pick what you want to wear. If you want to be seen as feminine, then I would suggest…

shoes - heels, flats, boots (anything)

tops - vests, blouses, crop tops, color, lots of color, more pastel-like but bright colors are great too, designs on shirts are also great, layers (my opinion) are great so keep a few extra plain white and black shirts, and more!

bottoms - skirts, long skirts, mini shorts, long pants,  JEANS (both wide, skinny, and jean-shorts), leggings, sweatpants (maybe), + more!

both - dresses, overalls, short-overalls, jumpsuits/ Rompers, + more!

extra tips - 

~ you need at least one design/pattern/color blend in an outfit or you will look like a millennial (joke, kinda)

~ always accessorize

dresses should have purses/ mini purses because POCKETS, but any outfit should have something to put things in, like POCKETS, purses, bags, Fanny packs, tote bags, backpacks, mini backpacks, + more.

you could also accessorize with jewelry, but it needs to match the outfit unless religion stuff.

headbands, scarfs, gloves, sweaters around waists, glasses, bows, hats, sun hats, clip-ons, + more are great too. (Socks count!)

~ while white does match with anything, there are many different types of white, choose wisely young padawan…

~ color matches…

red can only be used in the dresses/skirts (dark), details/patterns are great (especially with black), accessories are good with and using it, but no more

No orange unless design or both category

yellow is good with jumpsuits + flowers, or used in accessories 

green is great with long skirts/pants, anything in top category with ether light green or dark green, and details 

blue is great with bottoms, and the both category but unless you are going for Texas/ Jean day, No blue tops (blouses are an exception when LIGHT blue)

purple is great for details, accessories, and the both category

anything else (EXCEPT BROWN) is both, top, accessories, or details, NO BOTTOM

Brown is only good for SOME VESTS, and shoes, nothing else

white is great with anything EXCEPT RED

and black is just black

I hope this helps, and if you have any questions, I do not mind answering them! Good luck on your journey!

I’m gonna post a masculine one soon if you guys want one! Bye! <3

[alexlesuagz]

Conversations With Your Drug Dealer [Part 1]

Characters: Vicky Lopez, Julian Ramis, Pippa Goldfinch, Dana Lopez, Chelsea Bloom, Edward Ramis (mentioned), Freddy Stewart (mentioned) Warnings: Teen angst, emotional abuse from parent to child, early spoilers for S5, underage drug use, canon divergence Relationship(s): Vicky Lopez & Julian Ramis, Chelsea Bloom/Vicky Lopez, Julian Ramis/Freddy Stewart (mentioned former one-sided crush on Julian’s side) (pls don’t hate me) Synopsis: Vicky, stressed out over recent issues, decides to buy drugs to relax. There is only one person she knows who has them. (Please note: I am aware the characters’ interactions in this fic are not canon. I just merely did some…divergence, if you will.) Feb. 13, 2018 10 more minutes until lunch. Vicky raps her pinky against the desk repeatedly in anticipation. Come on, damn clock, go faster! She grabs her paper and scribbles some more answers onto her worksheet. It’s science, a subject she gave zero shits about, so she doesn’t care whether her answers are correct. Once she finishes, she scratches her left cheek as she glares up at the clock, now continuously tapping her foot against the floor like it’s some belated kind of morse code. 8 more minutes. She lets out a loud exhale through her nostrils as she puts her head down on her desk, her hands running through her wavy black locks. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Chelsea, her best friend, giving her a small look of concern from the other side of the classroom. Are you alright? Chelsea mouths. Vicky nods quickly. I’m fine, she bullshits silently. Chelsea looks back at her worksheet, and Vicky looks back up at the clock. 5 more minutes. Fuck this. If she had to last another unbearable 5 minutes in Miss Goldfinch’s class, she was going to lose her fucking mind. Also, it was 5 mere minutes, so why not just ditch? She thinks as her hand shoots up. “Yes, Vicky?” Miss Goldfinch asks. “CAN I USE THE BATHROOM?” Vicky exclaims in her best I-am-in-pain-and-I-must-piss voice. Miss Goldfinch glances at the clock. “Vicky, dear, it’s 4 and a half more minutes until the end of lunch, can’t you just hold it in?” Welp, that didn’t work. Time for the Trump card. “I DON’T THINK I CAN, MISS GOLDFINCH.” Vicky says through clenched teeth. Miss Goldfinch looks back at her and frowns. “What do you mean by that?” Vicky walks up to Miss Goldfinch and whispers some words into her ear. “Oh…OH…okay, then. Do you need anything?” Vicky shakes her head rapidly. “...Well, alright, then, go right ahead to the bathroom, and take your backpack with you if you must.” “Thank you, ma’am!” Vicky shouts as she grabs her bag and power walks out of the classroom. Great. Now that period 4 torture time’s basically over, now all I need to do is wait for…wait, what’s his name? She pulls out her phone and checks her notes. Julian Ramis “The Murderer Kid” …Ah, yeah, him. According to reports, the kid was arrested for murder around five years ago, which is why people tend to avoid him. However, she did not know everything that happened, and even information about the crime wasn't exactly what she wanted. What she wanted was cannabis. “Who’s that?” Vicky asks, pointing to the boy sitting alone at the less crowded side of the bleachers, typing on his laptop. “Oh, him?” Chelsea asks. “Yeah, beanie boy.” Vicky replies. “Is he a transfer or something? I haven’t really noticed him before until now.” “Oh, no, he ain’t a transfer.” Chelsea responds, shaking her head. “That’s Julian Ramis. Apparently, dude, uh-” Chelsea’s hesitating now. “He what?” “He, uh, ‘game over’-ed someone, like 5 years ago.” Vicky could feel her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Are you, like, serious about this?!” “Yeah, like totes serious!” Chelsea exclaims as the two girls walk down the bleacher stairs. “Why else would he be so emo-looking?! Constantly smells of weed, too. I feel kinda bad for him, but at the same time, he’s like, really scary. Last time I tried talking to him, he immediately started getting high and mighty, calling me a ‘ginger, rat-faced bimbo!’” She shudders. “Jeez, he seems pretty bad.” Vicky replies. Of course, a guy who constantly smells of weed would have weed in his general vicinity, right? Vicky rehearses her plan in her hand once again. Alright, once the bell rings, find Julian, drag him over to the gender-neutral bathroom, and force him to fork over the drugs. And if all else goes to absolute shit, then remember that one self-defense acronym!...What was that one acronym again-? BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!! Oh yeah, ‘solar plexus’, ‘instep’, ‘nose’, and ‘groin’. Alright, I’m ready. When lunch comes around, the whole school grounds are open, so Vicky knew she had a lot of searching to do. However, considering where she had seen him the first time, she had a good idea on where he was going to be. Sure enough, as Vicky clambers onto the bleachers, she spots Julian in the relatively uncrowded corner, eating what seems to be a meatloaf sandwich with one hand and typing on his laptop with the other. He’s also hidden in the shade, like a true emo. Vicky takes a deep breath in and exhales. Fuck it. Just introduce yourself and try not to get into trouble. She walks over to Julian, who’s still too invested in his laptop to even acknowledge her. What is he even doing, anyway? Writing fanfiction? As quietly as possible, she looks over his shoulder to study his screen. Oh. Oh. First of all, Chelsea was right, he does in fact smell like weed. Second of all, what the hell is he even trying to type? “Rejected and despised by all, I walk a dark and tormented path, leading to despair…” Julian suddenly shuts his laptop. “You know I know you’re behind me, right?” Shit. “I-uh-” She’s stammering now, trying hard to form words in her mouth. She then points at his backpack. “WEED. NOW.” It doesn’t take a genius to process what Vicky’s asking for. Julian takes 2 seconds. “...no.” “What?!” Vicky sputters. “But WHY?!” Julian slams his hand over her mouth and shushes her. “Jesus Christ, at least whisper!” In response, she removes his hand and hisses through gritted teeth, “...but WHY?!” He waves his free hand at the surrounding people. “Are you SERIOUS?!” He seethes. “Who KNOWS what the fuck you’d might say if I give it to you, you absolute dumbass!” Vicky whispers, “Come ONNN, Julian, just one ounce! Socializing and school’s been so hard for me lately! I bet you can relate!” The moment the last sentence leaves her mouth, she notices Julian’s eyes widen and his mouth hang open. “You-” He hesitates. “You-” Oh, fuck, I really screwed up big time, didn’t I?

Julian’s free hand is curling into a fist. …Oop, yup, I really screwed up big time. The hand that she’s clutching is shaking exponentially, like the boy’s about to explode at any second. She closes her eyes, bracing for the punch… BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!! …but the punch never comes. Julian lowers both of his hands, glances at the crowd going towards the school doors, then looks right back at Vicky. To her surprise, his shoulders sag, and he lets out a huge sigh. “You know what? There’s no point in arguing. Meet me in the alley behind the building after school today.” “B-but I got cheer practice today-” “Fuck it, tomorrow.” He turns around and follows the crowd as they’re entering the building. “And bring the money!” The rest of the day had gone by in an absolute blur, and eventually Vicky found herself in the girl’s lockers with the rest of the cheerleading squad. “Yeesh, that shit was TOUGH!” One of the girls groans as she puts her stuff into her bag. “Tell me ‘bout it,” Chelsea grumbles. “Well, at least we had each other, right?” She gives a playful elbow jab in Vicky’s direction. “Oh, yeah, yup, mhm!” Vicky instantly replies, nodding. Chelsea buttons up her shirt and smiles at her. “Alright, I’m gonna wait for you outside, is that okay?” “Yeah, sure.” Vicky watches as Chelsea leave the locker rooms. “Oh, hi, Coach Kirk!” Chelsea exclaims. Sure enough, once Vicky leaves the school building, she notices Chelsea waiting for her in the courtyard. After they greet each other, they settle into their classic routine that is walking in complete investment with each others’ day. “Yeeeaaah, that test was TOTES unfair. I mean, why the FUCK were there apparently 3 Bs in a row?!” Vicky hisses angrily as she kicks a pebble on the sidewalk. Both girls watch as it hops and skitters down the road and onto the street. Suddenly, the pebble manages to hit a passing squirrel on the head, causing it to screech and hop away into a bush. “…Whoops.” The girls then continue to walk in silence. Vicky has no idea on what to talk about, and as far as she can tell, Chelsea didn’t know what to say either. That is, until she spoke. “Y’know, Vick…” Chelsea said as they stopped at a crossroad, “…what date is it today?” Oh, shit, I kinda forgot about that, Vicky chastises herself as she pulls out her phone. “Oh, it’s February 13. Why’d you ask?” “…what’s the signa— sigmi— eegh!” Chelsea shakes her head as she corrects herself. “SIGNIFICANCE of tomorrow?” She fidgets with her fingers as the two girls make eye contact. “Tomorrow’s February 14.” “Yeah, and what’s also tomorrow…?” Chelsea’s hands are waving slightly. Vicky can feel a slight uncertainty in the back of her mind. Then it hits her. “Tomorrow’s…Valentine’s Day.” “Y-yeah, I was originally hoping to do this tomorrow, but I think it’s better that I do this today.” Chelsea puts her backpack down in front of her and opens it. “Hold on, wait just a second-” Vicky feels herself standing completely still as she watches Chelsea continuously shuffling through her bag. What is going on?! As much as she loved Chelsea as a friend, something begins stirring in the back of Vicky’s mind. Oh, God, what’s gonna happen? Is Chelsea gonna give me a “Fuck you” card??? Wait, what did I even do to deserve it, then- “Here, I found it!” Chelsea stands up, one of her hands clenched around something. What even is it? “Uh, Vicky…” Chelsea’s now tapping her pointer fingers together, her hand still holding something. “You know we’ve been friends for a while…and being by your side for all these years has made me realize something.” Wait, is this going where I think it’s going- “…I…like you. Like, really, really, like, like you.” Right as the words leave Chelsea’s lips, something in Vicky’s heart stops. What that something is, Vicky doesn’t know. Is the feeling in her chest anxiety? Excitement?? Horror??? “Oh, shit, I forgot the card-” OH, GOD, THERE’S MORE?! Chelsea digs through her bag some more and pulls out a small pink card folded in half. To Chelsea’s credit, the card didn’t look bad — Vicky herself spots the amount of effort that was put into the paper hearts, the origami butterflies, and the pop-up rainbow. But something still is twisting Vicky’s stomach into two, and she doesn’t know what. She can’t even pay attention to what Chelsea was saying until the last part. “So, uh…Vicky Lopez…will you be my girlfriend?” Chelsea says as she opens the palm  of her hand to reveal what was in it. A heart locket necklace. Shit. On one hand, Vicky knows how incredibly sweet Chelsea is being right now, and she herself does care for Chelsea. But does she care for her that way? Do I like girls romantically? Do I like Chelsea romantically?! Hell, what would Mom think?! Smiling uncertainly, Vicky tentatively takes the necklace out of Chelsea’s hand and puts it around her own neck. It’s Vicky’s exact size. Vicky then takes the card from Chelsea’s other hand and skims through its contents. “I…” She finally stammers out, “I-I don’t know what to say…” Even Chelsea at this point looks anxiety-ridden — she’s fidgeting with her fingers and one of her knees is knocking against the other. What should I say? Vicky thinks. What should I do?! Throughout all her 18 years of living, she’s never even thought about love. Her mom would’ve probably set her up with some rich dude, anyway! There are two options she can take now — either she lets Chelsea down as gently as possible, or she accepts the confession and possibly puts her and Chelsea into a fuckton of shit. Fuck it, one option is safer than the other. This is for both her and Chelsea’s good. “I’m sorry, Chelsea…” She mumbles, “…but no, I don’t like you that way.” Chelsea’s expression drops into what can be best described as “well-hidden dismay instead of disappointment”. Shit, this isn’t very “let her down gently-” “I…” Chelsea hesitates, probably unsure of what to say. Vicky closes her eyes, getting ready for any violent outburst. What Chelsea does next isn’t what can be described as “violent”, but it still catches Vicky off guard. Out of absolute nowhere, Chelsea’s expression morphs into anger as she exclaims, “Well, I guess you don’t want this, then!” and grabs the necklace like it’s Vicky’s collar. “Chelsea, what the fu-?!” Just before she could finish her sentence, the necklace’s clasp breaks into two, causing it to get wrenched off her neck. Both girls are now standing at the crosswalk in stunned silence, Vicky with a Valentine’s Day card and pain in the back of her neck, and Chelsea with a necklace with a broken clasp and shock engraved into her facial expression. Chelsea speaks first. “Vicky, I-“ Chelsea’s words breaking the heavy air between them are what Vicky needs to talk. “I think I have to go.” “Vicky, I’m-” “Look, I’m so sorry, I think I have to go!” Vicky exclaims as she turns around and dashes across the street, leaving Chelsea in the dust. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. If things can’t get any worse, Vicky’s mother Dana is the one to greet her at the door. “You’re 10 minutes late, Victoria.” She drawls dryly. “I know.” Vicky lowers her head sheepishly. Dana scoffs. “‘I know’ won’t cut it. Be glad I don’t feel like arguing right now, young lady, because I’m NOT happy with your behavior today!” “Wait, what?!” Vicky protests. “What do you mean by that?!” Wordlessly, Dana reached inside one of her pockets and pulls out her phone and presses play on an audio file. It’s a voicemail. From Miss Goldfinch. Of course it’s fucking Miss Goldfinch. “Uh, hi, Mrs. Lopez, this is Vicky’s teacher speaking. I just want to talk to you about my concerns regarding your daughter’s recent behavior.”  Vicky’s eyes are glued to the phone in Dana’s hand, but through the corner of her eye, she notices Dana shaking her head and mouthing, Disappointed. I’m so disappointed. “Now, she’s not in trouble, but I’ve noticed she’s been increasingly more anxious over the past couple of days. Is it alright if we schedule a time and date to talk about it? Thank you.” The voicemail stops, and Vicky lowers her head to the floor. “Like I said before, be glad I don’t feel like arguing with you today. Just…just go to your room. You’ve embarrassed me enough.” Ashamed, Vicky walks past her mother and heads up to her room. Once she enters, she closes the door behind her and sighs as she leans against it and slides down. Oh, wait a second, I still have Chelsea’s card! Luckily, this time Vicky isn’t driven by her anxiety, so she actually decides to herself to read it and not skim over. Hey Vicky, If you got this card, then this means that either you accepted my confession or rejected it but were nice enough to take the card anyway. Either way, happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a little thing I wrote: ”I cannot fathom my lust for the stars, because the world taught me to always look at the ground. When I look at you—my sun—I know I’d have to relinquish you from my sights, yet I wouldn’t mind if you were the last person I’d see before my eyes burn out from your beauty. I’d rather stare at you for 100 seconds and go blind than spend 100 years without you by my side.” …Okay, I stole that off of someone’s FriendNet profile, but you know I’m not great at expressing my feelings through words. Either way, I just want you to know that no matter what happens, through all the challenges we’ll face in our lives, I will always be by your side. <3 - Chelsea Right next to her name, Chelsea had drawn a rose. Vicky sniffles and blinks back tears as she closes the card and checks her phone. 3 unread messages from Chelsea. 4:25 PM CB: Hey CB: I’m sorry about what happened 4:30 PM CB: Vicky? [Read 4:50 PM]

[AUTHOR’S NOTE] YIPPEE-KY-YAY, IT’S FINALLY DONE! Sorry if the writing’s kind of rusty n’ sloppy, I’m still trying to develop my writing style- Either way, I hope you enjoyed! :D Also, the “conversation with the drug dealer” comes in during Part 2 because Part 1 is just Vicky Lopez angst lol-

[ihateclaws]

Last night I had a dream where there’s a place the spiritual beings live, and they bless people, all of us, equally. I was in the dream as 22 years old pre-war Eiden (who would have thought; everyone was he/they -ing me though. It was a bless). A few of us know about the place, and our blessings are more obvious.

It isn’t a perfect world; people struggle from time to time, but it is relatively peaceful. Then some rich assholes find out about the place, and, being rich assholes as they are, they want in.

You can’t get in that place, not without the balance between worlds being completely thrown off, but they don’t care. The few of us begged and begged; they don’t care, and they rush in.

As a result, the Spirits have to put all people into trial worlds randomly. Only some people can get through this; you need to find and carry a card to guarantee your place in the new world, and if you die, you die.

I’m among the last ones to be put into the trial because I stayed and begged people not to enter, and because of that, I have a basic guarantee card with me at the beginning. The first note I make as I step through the door is that the starting point looks awfully like my college common room, and there’s a crate of snacks and a few plastic bags at one corner.

I run to the pool table and grab a cue to be a starter weapon, then goes to the food crate to put in some snacks that look vaguely nutritious. That’s when another person comes in. We stare at each other, alarmed; it’s a girl, short, Asian, quite cute if I wasn’t freaking out.

“You have a backpack,” I say. I have nothing other than my shirt and trousers.

By the look of it, it’s empty, and she also have a tote bag. She sighs, and look at the cue in my hand, then the crate, and sighs again.

“Partner up?” She offers.

“Okay.”

“Partner up it is,” she says.

—

She’s the same age as me, and she does chemistry. We change infos during the trip. I never told her about my card, but when we find one, I suggest she keeps it.

“We’ll find another one,” I says, “and if we don’t, say, in a month, I can stab you in the back then.”

The trial world is like a open world video game, to be honest. You don’t have to walk too long before the scenery changes dramatically, and there’re wild animals and monsters as well as cruel people. We still don’t have much weapon, and it’s pure luck we can survive this long.

Then one time we split looking for food, she is murdered. I see her being stabbed to death just as I come back; there’s nothing I could do about it, so I hide, then follow the group.

It’s three people, and I’m sure they have way more than three cards. It’s currency, really. I figure if they stay on the road, they’ll run into trouble sooner or later.

They do. They fight with a group of four and they win, barely. Only one of them is alive, bloody and bruised. I knock her out from behind and stick my cue into her eyes, and take all the cards I can find. She has a nice dagger, silver, elegant, and a comfortable grip, so I take it as well, and head to the Big Circus I’ve been hearing about all the time.

—

It’s more of a social thing, and the currency is cards. I think Cait is fighting for her life on the stage, but no one is watching. I know if I pass the speech and charisma check check, I could sit in the lap of a rich guy, or has a fancy lady on mine. I don’t want to do that. I stand in the middle, scanning the hall.

I see Deacon. He’s wearing a dress shirt, really nice trousers, and a leather jacket. He’s with Piper; it looks like they’re flirting, but I know they’re undercover for something. She’s wearing a fancy red formal dress, looking otherworldly beautiful.

He notices my staring, and looks back, eyebrow raised, like he doesn’t know me. We’ve known each other for fifteen years. That’s when I know; it’s because he doesn’t.

He lost all his memories.

It’s not a bad deal, really. I suppose it’s actually a gift from the Spirits. He doesn’t remember any events or interpersonal relationships, but he does remember his skill set. I remember he also begged people not to go in, so he must also have a card with him. He’s a capable man.

Then I remember: on the top of his skill list, there’s lying. He knows nothing about himself, but he knows he’s a master liar.

That’s when I flee.

—

I know he wants his memory back, and I know he will understand why the Spirits took it when he does. Piper doesn’t know that much about his past; no one here does except me, and I simply cannot deal with that.

I think he recognises me, though. He doesn’t know who I am, but he must intend to find out, because the next time I go to the Big Circus, he comes to me.

He’s relieved that I wasn’t sitting with a big rich person, I realised. He’s hoping I’m not, and he’s worried that I was, because that’s a rational thing to do.

It’s a nice point to insert a bit about Eiden’s backstory here. You might remember that Eiden is a big knives guy, and he has a Balisong. That’s a gift from Deacon on his twelfth birthday, the year Deacon deemed him old enough to fight for his own. He mods it every now and then, but never ever thought of replacing it.

“Hello, sir,” Deacon says easily, “do I know you from somewhere?”

“Hey, D,” I says quietly.

He widens his eyes slightly, and seems to recognises that nickname.

“Hey, you hang on to this,” I says, pulling out the dagger and hands it - blade towards me - to him.

He raises his hand instinctively to take it, then stops and looks at it for a moment.

“Eids,” he murmurs, “Eiden. I think I know you. I know you.”

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger : send me ‘👀’ for something my muse has said about yours to someone else / when they’re not around. // bri about mac ~ ft. gansukh ✿

What a strange lady. The stocky privateer thinks as he trudges behind Rooks’ occasional visitor. Hard not to be baffled by how measured her gait keeps in a pair of squeaky clean “city boots” despite her petite form being burdened with so many bags. A carry-on suitcase rolls at her side with a tote bag attached to its top, a backpack on her back, and a large shopping tote filled with several boxes in one hand. If that wasn’t enough, he’s carrying another of her belongings to the helipad, a heavy cardboard box. 

With every step, whatever's inside clanks, and more so when he sets it down on a nearby crate. The sound prompts Brianne to scurry over and take a worried peek under the lid just to make sure none of the bottles cracked en route. What a spicy mess that would make. With all appearing intact, it’s without hesitance that she takes one out and offers it to her impromptu porter. 

“Here.” Concern dissipates and is replaced with a grateful smile. “It's not much but, a thank you for your assistance. It’s hot sauce if you fancy it.” A popular South Asian brand of chili table sauce that she brought to pass out to the pirates on the North Island — a little gift to build rapport among Montenegro's cutthroat crew (easier said than done).

Gansukh wouldn’t say no to a gift and so he accepts it, even if his brow furls in question. After a brief peruse of the double red flame design on the label, he lifts a curious stare at her. “So ah. This a whole case of the same then?”

“Yes, uhm.” Stilted she starts, hands wringing at her front. “It’s for the men up north. I hand them out.” 

“Ah. Those some lucky guys, hey?” Joking reply sits just shy of asking why she didn’t bring a case for the men here. 

At least that is what Brianne assumes, even if she shouldn’t need to explain her rationale (she does deal with Mister Montenegro more than she does Mister Volker after all). Shoulders tense as she manages a defense anyway. “Well. They really don’t have the supplies you boys do. And their food is surprisingly worse.” If she’s to be honest, there’s a clear distinction between the South and the North in more ways than this. The infrastructure just isn’t there and all of it seems unreasonable considering they are on the frontlines with the indigenous inhabitants.

With lips pursed, the privateer gives her a series of accepting nods. That’s fine if she thinks that, but he can’t let something else she said stand. “C’mon now. Worse there maybe, but the food here, not so bad if you ask me.” 

While spoken lightly, that wasn't the kickback Brianne expected. She tries to erase her faux pas with a chuckle. “Oh. You're probably right.” Sight instinctively turns to search in the direction the helicopter usually flies in. Is it late?

He knows it’s time to get back to his post, but the man can’t help but think of his best friend. Gotta get a read on this fancy chic. “So ah," he begins, rubbing his stubbly chin, "You think you can spare a second for my buddy?” 

“Your buddy?” Sight drags back with the unnecessary question riding on an held exhale. She knows who he means. Mac Mays, the chatty blonde chef she met on her first day here in the canteen.

“Yeah, you know, Mays. He’d actually be able to put it to use being a chef and all.” 

“Uh.” Some discomfort has her shifting the position of the shopping tote next to her luggage. It holds Mister Montenegro’s expensive liquor and gifts for Mister Moncada, who loans his living quarters (unfortunately against his will, she knows now). They both get more than just hot sauce and for good reason. She honestly doesn’t want to start giving gifts to random privateers. It could be easily misconstrued. But then, denying this request would look rather petty. It’s just one bottle of sauce, isn’t it? 

“Well, I can give you two bottles for your help and you can decide what to do with the second one.” Hinting to please not say it’s directly from her to him.

“Cool. I know he’ll appreciate it. Or I will when I make him cook something to put it on." Amusement is chased with a hardy laugh straight from the gut. Gansukh isn't blind to the benefit of having a friend in the kitchen. "So ah, think it's got some heat?" He wonders when the second bottle finds his hand.

"Oh, I'm afraid you will have to tell me, but I would assume so. Hopefully you don't offend the chef by covering his food in it."

"Eh." His unburdened hand dismissively waves away her worry. "Mays can make something that it works with. He's a damn good chef, nice guy too. But yeah, thanks again."

"No no, thank you for your help, Mister Batbayar. Hope you have a lovely day."

[thelastman111]

November 3, 20XX

Dear journal,

Well, I wasn't expecting to ever write one of these. But, well, what else to do after the world has ended? With looming boredom and death, I might as well make something for someone to find someday. Or I'm the last person on earth, and this will rot without anyone else there to see. Whatever happens, it might be an improvement. Excuse me if I ramble, but the thoughts have to get out somehow.

My name is Henry Quince Gold. I am 11 years old. Please don't let me be forgotten. I have my stuffed animals with me, too. I know they take up space, but I'd rather have less space and my stuffies than more space and feel even more alone. 

I have my oldest, Lamb-Lamb. He's been with me since I was a baby. He’s got some beans and stuffing in him, but he’s really floppy. I also have Wilford, who my mama got me. He’s got a doll dress that could really use a wash but, well, where can you find a washing machine in hell? Then I have Gizmo the Great Gecko. He’s got a good yarn texture.

I drew us all together, even though I have the drawing skills of a toddler. I need all the memories I can get before I inevitably die.

It's been raining, so I've taken shelter in an abandoned convenience store. I guess people were right when they said twinkies would last to the end of the world. If I put them in the top of my bag, will the rest of my stuff crush them? Well, only time will tell.

I didn't see any Taken, so that's good. I’ve made myself a bit of a camp here. The roof’s leaking, so I rigged up my tarp into a lean-to against the wall where it’s dry. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing. The constant drip-drip-drip isn’t the nicest, but at least it means I can refill my water bottle with rainwater. I’ll have to boil it if I get the chance. My lighter still works—thank God. Makes me feel like I know what I’m doing out here.

I figured, since this is my “journal,” I’ll list off everything I have with me. You know, in case someone finds this someday. Maybe they’ll understand what it was like to live with the world gone to pieces. Maybe the world’s gotten better. Who knows.

So, here’s my entire life, packed into one backpack and a shoulder tote:

Cans of food (Chicken and mandarins mostly, nothing fancy)

My multi-tool, probably the best thing I own

My lighter

One set of clothes: green flannel shirt, jeans, socks, the works

A pair of rain boots (not new, but they’re sturdy)

A yellow rain jacket, which makes me look like a walking banana

The tarp, which I’m using to keep the rain out

Jerky, just a little, for emergencies

Water bottle, halfway full (thanks, rain)

A book I have yet to read

A map I don't understand

A hatchet

A pocket knife

23 dollars in money i will never be able to use

Blankets

And some notebooks and stuff

Not much, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s strange to think that people used to fill whole rooms with stuff and still want more. Now, every little thing feels precious. I hold onto my stuffed animals like they’re made of gold. I know they’re just fabric and fluff, but they’re memories I don’t want to lose.

It’s quiet now, except for the rain and the occasional creak of this place settling. Still haven’t seen any Taken around. Probably sleeping through the rain, just like me. I hope they stay that way. I'm going to bed, too. Good night, world.

[olivelovesbeeeeeees]

i caved.

for almost 23 years, i have probably been the biggest advocate (that i personally know) of analogue photography since i was gifted my first SLR film camera, a Nikon FE, from my pops when i was 15. i just loved how much thought and work went into taking photos. not only did you have to meter the light, decide on the aperture, the shutter speed, the composition, the contrast, etc. of your photo, but you also had to be cognizant of how many shots you took. film limited the amount of shots you were allotted to take, so one had to be mindful whenever their finger pressed on the shutter release.

with digital, you could take hundreds of photos - dependent on the size of memory card you had, of course.

with digital, you could edit them to whatever you deemed them to look like post-opportunity. heck, with Photoshop, you could make anything look like something else that is completely unrelated. and now, i have heard that AI can edit your photos for you.

fruitcake.

but like i said before - "i caved."

i purchased a FujiFilm x100F. yes, it's a digital camera - with a fixed 23mm lens.

a couple months back, i took more than several moments (whenever i could) to reflect on the statuses i currently was existing in. i am doing ALL the things with Olive and Gaspard, i'm picking up extra shifts at flight (even a couple more at Mercy Gilbert), i'm reading up on articles about Autism, i'm planning trips throughout the year (Portland, Sacramento, Las Vegas and the Philippines), i'm counting macros constantly, i'm trying to find different foods Gaspard might potentially try and like that will qualify under his new diet, i'm shopping on Temu with Olive to find "rare" resins, i'm trying to save Rango's and Koshi's sanity from our mom's new fur addition - Koji, and then...the laundry.

it just waits for me...taunting me that it still isn't folded.

among ALL that (and that is just the topping, the sprinkles), i remember photography and how much i miss it. from time to time, i attempted to bring a camera (not including the one on my phone) everywhere with me like i used to, but now with two kids in tow and an extra backpack and lunchbox in addition to my tote and camera bag, it is much harder to take those film photo opps. not only do i have to put ALL the bags down, i now have to meter the light, adjust the settings to my camera, have a third eye on the kids and by the time i do - that photo opp is gone.

i felt that for me to really get back into photography with how hectic my life is now, the compromise was to find a solution that would allow me to take photos a bit more promptly.

the solution = a DSLR.

and i'm not gonna lie, the photos i've taken with them look pretty good! i'm slowly going through the user manual and i have yet to hit a quarter of the capabilities of this camera.

[FujiFilm x100F]

[machetegirl109]

Synopsis: During a hot day at the beach with your friends, the sexual tension between you and Ellie leads the both of you to the passenger seat of her truck; again. *inspiration: tudo aconteceu by mc du black*

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, F/F, modern!AU, suggestive and offensive language, weed&alcohol, smut, dry humping, very good vibes, loser!ellie x reader

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Word Count: 2.2k+

Oneshot: It All Happened

❝︎i fell in love

now i miss you endlessly❞︎

It was a hot day. The sun shined bright and no dark clouds were visible in the sky; it was the perfect day to go to the beach, and oh, Ellie was dying to. As soon as Dina texted her, demanding that she’d meet her, Jesse and you at the beach, excitement formed at the pit of her stomach as she hurriedly changed from her sleepwear to a black triangle two-piece set, anticipating seeing you again. She wondered what swimsuit you would wear this time, if it was the colored one that flattered the tone of your skin, or that Brazilian cut bikini that perfectly displayed your pretty ass.

Ellie put on a pair of light washed jean shorts, not bothering to put on a shirt and stepping into her simple havaianas. Grabbing a tote back and packing it with some necessities like a towel, water bottles and sunscreen, as well as a tin of Altoids that was filled with some pre-rolls. She gets into her truck and makes her way to the beach, quietly singing along to the song that plays on the radio. The memory of you on top of her, wearing nothing but a wet bikini bottom and a blunt between your fingers replayed inside her head – What I’d give to see her all high and fuck out on my lap again she thought and her blood felt like electricity as it flowed through her veins all the way down to her core.

After driving for about an hour, she finally arrives and parks her car in a more secluded area before the entry of the beach — The spot was hidden behind some palm trees that blocked surrounding vision, making it the perfect place to spend some alone time with you later. Ellie takes her things and heads to the beach, her eyes wander around until she spots Jesse sitting on his sunchair; head laid back, eyes closed towards the sunny sky and body spread on in as he holds a cold Heineken can. Upon hearing someone approach him, Jesse turns his face to his side, looking at Ellie who’s setting her tote bag onto the burning sand and taking a seat on the chair next to his.

“Ellieee, ‘sup, my friend!” He reaches his hand towards hers, exchanging a dap greeting. Ellie smiles and he continues. “There’s some drinks on the cooler right there,” Jesse points to a small light-blue icebox a few steps from them. “And some snacks on the bag beside it,” She nods looking at the black backpack. “Feel free to take whatever you want; Dina and Y/N are taking a swim.” Ellie turns her gaze to the wide blue ocean, watching as you and Dina laugh splashing the water around.

“Thanks. You getting in, too?”

“Yeah, just wanted to drink a bit and catch a tan first.” Ellie stands and walks towards the cooler, opening and getting a beer. Going to sit again, she opens it and takes a sip, the cold liquid refreshing her throat as she lays her back onto the beach chair. “What about you, gonna take a dip with Y/N?” She chuckles and turns her face away from him.

“I don’t know what you mean by that,”

“Haa, I’m not so sure about that. You think we don’t know what y’all were up to in your car when we came to the beach last week?”

“We just… Talked. And- and we hotboxed.” She trips over her words, shy over the little escapade you two had.

“Whenever two people who have insane sexual tension are together, in a closed space, they do a lot more than just talking.” Jesse proclaims as if it was a matter of fact and Ellie rolls her eyes.

“Whatever… You’re so annoying.”

“I know,” He says proudly as he places his drink on the sand and stands up. “I’m gonna go play mermaids’ with Dina now, wanna come?”

“Not now, go ahead.” Ellie watches as Jesse lets out an alright and he begins to walk towards the crystalline water, swimming towards you and Dina who smiles as he approaches. Soon the three of you engage in a conversation following up by Jesse making an exaggerated mermaid act, causing you and Dina to swim a little further from him.

“Can you two please stop being boring bitches and have fun?” He pleads, upset over the fact you nor his girlfriend wanted to act like kids in public.

“Yeah, no. I’m not gonna swim around and act stupid like you.”

“You’re just mad I have childlike wonder, Y/N.” He goes closer to Dina and wraps his arms around her. “Will you play with me, Dina? You can be Ariel and I’ll be Prince Eric.”

“We can reenact that scene where he drowns but instead of saving you I just swim away.” Dina suggests and he lets an annoyed huff out.

“Wow, I thought you loved me.”

“God, Jesse, when did you get so dramatic?” She hugs him back and he kisses her cheek. “I’ll play with you.”

“Y/N?” Jesse looks at you with puppy eyes and you hum. “Will you play with your dear friends?”

“No, but thanks for asking.” He kisses his teeth and throws the salty water in your direction. “Jesse!”

“You should go be boring with Ellie,” He says, pulling Dina closer to where the ocean got deeper. “She's by our stuff.” A smile appears on your face as Jesse lets you know she’s already here, you begin to swim back hurriedly, excited to see Ellie again. “They’re down bad for each other, huh?” Dina nods in agreement, the two of them watching you running towards the spot you all settled in when you arrived at the beach earlier this morning.

When Ellie sees you walking towards her, her green eyes sparkle with desire as she looks down at your body, almost exposed under the tiny bikini you’re wearing. You two exchange smiles with hidden intentions on it. When you finally stop in front of her chair, you lower yourself on her lap, pulling her into a hug; her body shivers as your cold wet body touches her hot one. Ellie takes in your scent, the mixture of sand and salty water into her nose as she presses her face onto the crook of your neck, making you only hug her even tighter.

“Hi Els,” You say softly as you pull back, looking at her face — Cheeks slightly red from the sun and her freckles more intense. “I wanted to see you so bad.” You confess shyly; not being able to take her off of your mind since the last encounter you two had.

“I wanted to see you, too.” Her hand comes up to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Did you not want to play mermaids with Jesse?” Ellie asks with humor in her voice and you chuckle.

“Yeah, I'd rather be around you,” Her smile widens and her hand falls to your naked thigh and your heartbeat falters. “Why didn’t you get in?” Ellie raises her other hand that holds her beer and gives it a little shake.

“I was just finishing up, and–” Ellie fingers trace up and down your soft skin, she looks down at your chest, covered by a small burgundy triangle top, and then backs up your eyes as she clears her throat. “To be honest, I was hoping you'd come here. I brought you something.” She leans forward on her beach chair with you still seated across both her legs, and places her can onto the sand, grabbing her tote bag. You observe her attentively as she removes a scratched metal tin and places it into your hands. Opening it, you see four perfectly wrapped blunts.

“Really? They're for me?” You give her a toothy smile, making her heart melt.

“Uhm. Just for you.” You close the tin and press a kiss onto Ellie's freckled cheek, who instantly holds your hips closer. You lean into her, moving your lips to her ear; giving a soft bite on her lobe. You can feel her body slightly shake under you – A naughty smile creeps up your face and you place one to the back of her neck, gripping it harshly as you pull her impossibly closer to you.

“You should take me to your car.” Your warm breath hits down her ear as you whisper and an almost inaudible moan escapes her lips. Ellie stands causing you to be back on your feet again and she quickly holds your empty hand, pulling you towards the beach entry with her. You try to keep up with her pace as you follow behind, and soon enough you two reach her old truck that hides behind the palm trees. Not being able to wait anymore, she presses you against the door and smacks a kiss onto your lips. Her soft lips carry a slight taste of the beer she was previously drinking.

You place your arms around her shoulders and Ellie clutches your hip with one hand as the other one moves down your thigh, grabbing it and bringing it up making you close your leg around her waist. She bites your bottom lip and pulls it forward with her teeth, her head going back as you reach her face to kiss her again. Before you're able to press them together again, she lets go of it and drops your leg back on the ground: giving your ass a slap as she pulls you away from the door.

Ellie opens the passenger seat door and enters; getting comfortable onto the seat as she pats both her hands over her thighs that are uncovered on her small low waist jean shorts.

“C’mere, pretty.” With no need to tell you twice, you get in, setting yourself on top of her with each of your legs divided on her sides; you throw the small metal tin on the driver’s seat. You press a small kiss on her lips before they make their way down her neck – One of her hands meets your ass again; she squeezes it roughly, earning a moan from you, and the other closer to the door reaches for the handle, shutting it close. “You look so fucking hot wearing that,” You move your lips back to hers and soon you two start a heavy and messy make out session.

Sinking your teeth into the plumpiness of her bottom lip, she opens her mouth allowing your tongue to move in and hers, too, explores the inside of your mouth. You grip her short locks tightly and she groans inside the kiss; both her hands holding onto each side of your asscheeks, rocking you back and forth above her crotch.

As the moans of you two start to get louder and louder each time your hips hit towards hers, you break the kiss; planning your hands on the sides of the headstand as Ellie tries to open her legs as much as she can in order to feel your clothed cunt rub against hers. She stares deep in your eyes, holding onto you as if you were about to run away, Ellie starts to move you against her even faster and rougher.

“Shit–” Her chest raises up and down fastly, her lungs losing air as she sees you untying your top and discarding it beside the joint-filled altoids. She feels herself getting even wetter at the vision of your perky nipples; lowering her mouth on your boobs, she alternates between the two as she sucks and licks, bites and kisses. Adrenaline and lust run through your veins as you feel her warm muscle on your sensitive nipples.

“Els– ahh,” Pornographyc moans leave your mouth, you two reaching closer and closer to that final snap inside the pit of your stomachs. “Don't stop, don't stop, pleasepleaseplease,” Upon hearing your cries, Ellie moans along with you as she deliciously rubs your cunt more violently against her own. Her eyes roll back as she feels your hand move from her naked stomach to her covered chest, sliding it under her top and flicking her nipple.

“Baby, baby– I'm gonna cum,” Ellie announces as her mouth lets go of your tits with a wet plop. You nod your head, letting her know you will, too. “Kiss me,” Tending to her wish, you put your lips on hers, kissing it one last time before you two reach your releases’. As Ellie feels the creamy liquid drip inside her bikini bottoms, her guidance on your hips falter, making you slow down, too, riding out your high. “Holy fuck.”

You let yourself fall into her as tiredness hits you. Ellie moves her hands to your back, giving you a bear hug. As the two of you take your time to catch your breath, she presses kind and loving kisses over your face, making you giggle with adoration.

“You want to smoke a little?” Ellie asks, a hint of desperation on her voice as she has finally met the opportunity to get you looking all pretty with your eyes red and horny on her lap, again. You nod your head, excitement making its way through your body.

“Yes, I do!”

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[tote-bag-study]

how to romanticize college and other helpful tips

hey guys!!! 

this is actually an assignment for my social media class i am taking this summer, but i thought it would be a good idea to share how to romanticize college and some other college tips to go with it. 

first...dorm room ideas

i recomend making a shared pinterest board between you and your roomates (if you chose to live with others) before you guys start buying your room decor. 

you need to start the romanticization of your college experience before you even sit down in a classroom and start taking notes. make your dorm room a space you enjoy. so decorate it exactly how you want to and make the space your own. don’t be afraid to have your interests as a part of your room decor. your part of the room is a reflection of you. 

here’s some inspo for you guys

i really like this one lowkey

now for fashion

if you haven’t found your personal style yet (me my freshman year of college) or you have a pretty set sense of style already, you need to be aware of what the weather is like where you are going to school. i go to school in northern indiana and had to learn (as a socal girlie) that sometimes you have to give up being fashionable when it comes to crazy weather conditions like extreme heat or snow (in my case). even when you have to sacrifice for the weather you should always try to look your best in your own style while still being comfortable in your own skin. i know the sweatpants are calling your name bestie....they do that to me too....of course they are amazing to wear to stay comfy, however, they shouldn’t be an all the time thing when it comes to outfits. 

TRUST ME!!! 

when you look your best you’ll feel your best and when you feel your best you’ll do your best. save the comfy clothes for long nights studying in the library. i’ll link some pictures to give you guys some ideas

i really like the earth tones and levi’s rn

also crop tops and baggy jeans are really cute

i have way more outfit ideas on my pinterest board that goes with this post

now onto school bags!!!!

this last school year i had a tendency of carrying both a backpack and a tote bag. i would keep essentials like my wallet, keys, water bottle, the book i was reading at the time, and my makeup bag in my tote bag and leave all my school stuff in my backpack. for this coming school year i found something super awesome it’s the green wellness tote by typo. this thing is GIANT and can carry everything i would carry in both my tote bag and backpack while still keeping everything organized. it has huge front pockets and a removable pouch on the inside of the bag so i can hold everything. 

i mean EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! 

i’ll drop the link in the link section of this post. 

but you can’t forget to personalize your bag. i use pins, pocket bac holders from bath and body works, and keychains to personalize my bag and put my own unique twist. trust me when i say having hand sanitizer on hand is extremely important so make sure you’re carrying yours at all times. i personally like the bath and body works hand sanitizers and the pocket bac holders for them are super cute. they actually just put their fall and halloween stuff out and i’m a fiend for that kind of stuff. 

now for some study tips

first things first you are going to college to get your degree so studying is important!! i feel like the best way to study is to make it fun for yourself. have your study spot, have a couple good playlists, noise canceling headphones, a study timer app, and get to it. i’ve found for me using apps like notion (you get the unlimited version of notion free if you use a school email) to take quick notes in class and then physically writing them out and make them as aesthetically pleasing as possible. writing pretty notes makes you want to look at them more and actually study from them. 

a study timer is extremely important!!! especially if you keep a study planner/journal like i do. it spaces out your study time and holds you responsible for your studying. i use the pomodoro method and am an active user of the forest app. if you guys want to be friends on forest i’ll put my friend code in the link section of this post. it’s honestly such a helpful tool for holding yourself accountable. if you don’t want to purchase an app there are a ton of free versions of the app out there that work just as well as forest. 

links

wellness tote: https://cottonon.com/US/wellness-tote-bag/1684455-04.html?dwvar_1684455-04_color=1684455-04&cgid=tote-bags&originalPid=1684455-04#start=4&sz=60

pinterest for this post: https://www.pinterest.com/rossejamss/get-into-it-yuh-college-edition/

study playlist 1: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/35MCxZePcfFVSBzlvDRynv?si=01af4965047344a4

study playlist 2: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3vCbBiJYlVROLcrbLypgUZ?si=2dd3ac8e5e2f463f

study playlist 3: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0T2AhgtKGHzyZ3qjTWdSBg?si=260eefe677b9498e

forest friend code: 6H4PQVYSG