#also this aint about anybody on here i just gotta let some shit out

[laylanatorseventeen]

tbh the more I think about it mass effect 3 kind of sucked. before I start dunking on it, a couple good things:

*actually, first, uh, warning. I don't like Kaidan. I don't like Ashley. Mild character bashing ahead.*

-enemy design actually awesome. the reaper forces were cool and unique and I liked them. Cerburus forces, while annoying, also good designs.

-i got to kill Udina. Fuck that bitch.

-Geth Shotgun My Beloved

-Getting to know the geth better. They got done so dirty but I appreciate the worldbuilding

Bad things about the game, both big time and small time things that annoyed me personally:

-all the annoying tedious fetch missions. Like bro. Bro. Is this really necessary. I'm not even getting to shoot anything.

-Kai Lengs whole existence. I hate you you pretentious ass dressed like an emo 13 year old ass bitch. Fucking big talk from a motherfucker who never landed a hit on me in any of our "fights" despite having backup and a literal gunship. Fuck you, and fuck whoever came up with your infuriating ugly bitch ass.

-in mass effect 2 you make all these bonds with these awesome characters. and then they get tossed aside in mass effect 3. Like no offense Traynor and James and whoever the fuck else but like bro literally why not just let me have the CREW I HAD BEFORE

-THEY CHANGED THE FUCKING NORMANDY AGAIN AND NOW NOT ONLY DO I NOT KNOW WHERE ANYTHING OR ANYBODY IS BUT I ALSO CANT SEE SHIT TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS

-Kaidan/Ashley mouthing off to me in the first mission and then like I send JAMES back to the shuttle???? Bitch!!!! When will Bioware let me slap Kaidan in the mouth. Ashley too. The Reapers are literally fucking here, I do not give a rats flea bitten ass what you think of me. We literally have bigger problems, shut up or find another ship to serve on hoe

-adjacent to that, WHY AM I STILL PANDERING TO BUREAUCRATIC BULLSHIT!!! IT IS LITERALLY THE END OF FUCKING LIFE AS WE KNOW IT!!! I HAVE SAID IT BEFORE BUT PERHAPS NEVER SO EMPHATICALLY: FUUUUUUCK THE COUNCIL

-AND THE ASARI COUNCILOR AFTER THESSIA. WHY ARE THERE NO DIALOGUE OPTIONS. THEY JUST MAKE YOU BE A LITTLE SHRINKING VIOLET AS IF I DON'T HAVE A FEW WORDS OF MY OWN FOR THAT BITCH. LIKE HELL DOES SHE GET TO BE MAD AT ME WHEN SHE ONLY CHOSE TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS CRUCIAL PLOT POINT WHEN HELL WAS LITERALLY AT HER DOOR. FUCK YOU!!!! I FEEL BAD FOR THE CITIZENS OF THESSIA BUT I DO NOT FEEL BAD FOR YOU OR THE MATRIARCHAL SOCIETY THAT HID THIS SHIT. FUCK YOU AND FUCK BIOWARE FOR JUST MAKING ME TAKE THAT SHIT

-i just gotta ALLOW DARO'XEN TO STAND ON MY FUCKING SHIP AS SHE THREATENS TO DISSECT MY FRIEND LEGION??? I AINT AFRAID TO HIT YOU I DON'T CARE

-also why does mass effect 3 always make my ported mass effect 2 femshep look like someone kicked her face in and she's swelled up.

-so James is the new Kaidan huh???

Image of me trying to have an actual human conversation with James to like, get to know this random guy they foisted upon me without the game making me tell him I want to throw Garrus over for his grotesquely muscled dick

-you mean to tell me that out of the entire salarian society/military, renowned for their intelligent and logical approach, only Kirrahe is willing to look past the genophage and band together TO STOP LITERAL GALACTIC EXTINCTION!!!!! they frame it like ooohhoo you can either have the KROGAN or the SALARIANS and bro I just don't buy it. I get the stupid dalatrass is gonna be petty but surely there are at least some salarians gonna be like. bro.

-i know EVERYBODY bitches about the ending but tbh imma put in my two cents cause it's just That bad. Bro. For one thing. I hate that kid. The dream sequences were so annoying. Also maybe if the kid had more than one creepy bland ass expression I would care like the game wants me to. All in all, bad choice for the vi to look like the kid. I don't care. Also. How you HAVE to choose one of the damn options and they're all BAD. like congrats you spent half the game trying like hell to save the geth!! But for some reason now you have to KILL THEM ALL to kill the reapers!!! Or!!! You can make this DEEPLY INVASIVE CHOICE FOR EVERY SOUL IN THE GALAXY. or you can control the reapers which the entire game has framed as the WORST OPTION EVER and annoying internet people will act like YOU PERSONALLY BETRAYED REAL ACTUAL PEOPLE and are also VERY STUPID if you choose that option. Like the fucking AI controls the reapers correct. SHOOTING/DESTROYING THE STUPID AI SHOULD BE A REAL VALID OPTION INSTEAD OF IT JUST MEANING "HAHA EVERYONE FUCKING DIES." WHAT HAPPENED TO GOOD OLD FASHIONED FIREPOWER. WHAT HAPPENED TO STRATEGY. WHAT HAPPENED TO A FULFILLING ENDING TO A GAME SERIES YOU SPENT DOZENS OF HOURS PLAYING.

And also idk about the other endings but I chose synthesis (which I'm told Bioware considered the "best" ending) and YOU GET ZERO CLOSURE. YOU LEARN EDI AND JOKER AND YOUR LI AT LEAST SURVIVED THE BLAST BUT NO KNOWLEDGE OF LIKE, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, OR THE FUCKING CONSEQUENCES OF THE STUPID ACTION YOU WERE FORCED TO MAKE BY A DUMBASS AI. THE GAME QUIT ON ME AND ERASED MY PROGRESS SO I ESSENTIALLY PLAYED THE ENTIRE SERIES FOUR TIMES FOR THIS.

-i have read not only a rumored ending where the reapers were going to be lured into a system and then they'd blow the mass relay, but at least 3 separate fanfiction solutions to the reaper war that not only made more sense but were more personally fulfilling. Most involving just fucking using actual normal warfare against the reapers, who are not, in fact, invincible to everything except a stupid ai program.

-overall I think the main problem with mass effect 3 is that the gamemakers seemed to forget to put the fun in the game. Like homedog I am playing this game because I care about the characters and playing video games is supposed to be FUN. this is not fun. This is, by turns, infuriating and tedious. Highlights of the game are Curing the Genophage, Geth Worldbuilding, and firing a clip into the head of a dead Cerberus Combat Engineer, because fuck you and fuck your turrets.

#long post #idk man. just my opinion. #mass effect #character hate

[sapphirewolf100]

Alright that’s it I’m blowing my top rn

#im gonna go apeshit in the tags here i cant take it anymore #also this aint about anybody on here i just gotta let some shit out #HRRNNGGG OH MY GOD #our fucking 'friend' making a pass that hes pissed about poor people in his city so now it's ranked 3rd out of the state now #you're gonna get pissed about tHAT?! THERES PEOPLE FUCKING STARVING N SHIT. PEOPLE DYING. and you get pissed bc theres less fortunate?! #THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! oh yeah im sorry that all of us didnt grow up rich and remain that way + you had maids/servants oh what a horror #fucking DICKHEAD. knowing DAMN WELL we are struggling right now. WHAT THE FUCK. we have no food. we dont feel safe here n ya dont do sHIT #also STOP ASKING FUCKING QUESTIONS IM TIRED OF BEING ASKED QUESTIONS THAT YOU SHOULDVE FIGURED OUR BEFORE STARTING ANYTHING #YOU WANTED TO START SMTHN FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF. now i fucking know why i do shit myself and dont rely on anyone. FUCK. CHRIST. #I WANNA FUCKING SCREAM #i want everything to SHUT THE FUCK UP. STOP. I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING ELSE. #i feel like im bout to lose my gotdamn mind #NO WONDER I DO SHIT MYSELF NO ONE HAS THE FUCKING CAPACITY FOR COMMON SENSE OR MORALS. JESUS CHRIST. #no one wants to help anyone either. oh your poor? FUCK YOU. you cant do anything or you dont have common household items? FUCK YOU. #thats what it seems like the world is saying to us. WE DONT FUCKING DO ANYTHING #WE AINT DRUGGIES WE DONT HAVE CRIMINAL RECORDS OR ANY OF THAT SHIT AND THIS IS HOW WERE TREATED?! THE FUCK. and you motherfuckers... #you motherfuckers wonder why the kind people go batshit BECAUSE WE KEEP GETTING SHAT ON BC YOU KNOW WE DONT DO ANYTHING TO GO OUT OUR WAY AN #AND HARM PEOPLE. WE DONT DO THAt. AND THIS IS WHAT WE GET. SHIT ONT. yet the fucking evils of this world get fucking anything they ask #ITS NOT RIGHT AND ITS NOT FAIR. how the FUCK do you sleep at night knowing you treat people like that?! THE FUCK. WHY. #WHY DO YOU CAUSE SO MUCH SUFFERING ON OTHERS. LIFES ALREADY HARD ENOUGH JESUS CHRIST WHY DO YOU DO THIS #i dont fucking get it. why are people so fucking shady. WHY. why do you think thats ok to treat less fortunate so fucking bad. WHY. #i feel like a rabid fucking wild dog ive really fucking had it. i wanna tear throats out and dig into flesh with my nails im so fucking DONE #im so tired of living like this. no one should suffer. this aint right. if im gonna be suffering the rest of my years like this i dont... #i dont want any fucking part of it. But I cant see the future. still. shit like this makes me wonder if its worth it to keep going. #im starting to fucking get snappy. I hate this so much. I'm fucking irritated. frustrated. pissed off. idek anymore at this point. #neigh vents #neigh personal things

[kyuublu]

Love & all its bullshit.

Atsumu x reader (they/them)

Songfic to: Sundress - A$AP Rocky

small appearance of Aomine daiki (knb) at the end ^^

Him. That’s where it all started, really.

The way he put his arms around them, a tight hold that made them easily feel like home. Especially in the first years of college, where everything had felt new and hectic around them, that feeling of home meant the world. Y/N wasn’t usually the type to get distracted by their goals but he was an exception in almost every way. Atsumu was the first guy to actually give them the false impression that maybe, just maybe love at first sight did exist, no matter how cheesy it sounded.

“Oh come on, no you didn’t.” Y/n smiled as they shook their head in disbelief.

“Of course i did! As soon as ya walked through that door at Suna’s place, I fucking knew it.”

He stifled a laugh, trying to be semi serious about his argument, his arms around them yet again as they layed on top of his mattress. The mattress was just plainly put on the floor with no bedframe, since Atsumu had argued that he couldn’t bring his old bunk bed he used to sleep in with his twin, and it seemed like he wasn’t planning on getting a new one any time soon.

“You knew what? Huh? That you wanted to so spend the night with me?”

A teasing smile stretched across their lips as their eyes locked for a moment.

“No! What kinda man do ya take me for?”

Both of them chuckled at the comment, but soon enough Atsumus eyes flickered to his partners’ hand as he carefully took it in his own.

“I just thought ya were something special. Maybe someone I could be around for a longer time besides my stupid brother. Maybe someone I could move in with ya know?”

The smile on y/n’s lips faltered, as they stared at him in shock, since the man next to them had never been serious about things like these. Atsumu clarified since they had first started talking that he never intended on getting married since he was “married to his career”, which they never saw as a bad thing. Y/n knew what they had been getting into from the start and knew that even if this might become more serious, that the both of them could look at this relationship more objectively and even break it off if one of them had greater opportunities they wanted take.

But now he had turned the switch unexpectedly.

“What do you mean, Tsumu?”

His eyes diverted from their hands, back to their face with a soft, reassuring smile. “I think moving together ain’t such a bad idea, I mean, both of us could save some money that way and we don’t gotta go through all the trouble of walking back and forth between eachothers apartments every night.”

A relieved sigh escaped y/ns lips, as a wall broke inside of them. “Okay sure, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

Suddenly another voice could be heard standing at the entrance of Atsumus’ room.

“Y/n, he’s literally the embodiment of a bad idea, so ya might wanna reconsider.”

“Oi Samu! Nobody asked ya shit!”

A year in their new apartment went by quicker than y/n had imagined. The move in went easy for the both of them since they didn’t really have much stuff to bring in the first place. To y/n, the days spend with him felt like a routine that they never grew tired of. Waking up in the morning, sharing coffee and moving on about their day but always coming back together, like a little family. They casually started talking more often about the future, though y/n never seemed to have notice the insincerity behind Atsumus’ eyes. The pretend game he played seemed to have worked on his partner, in which he would usually just agree with whatever they were saying as soon as the conversation headed towards marriage or anything remotely serious. It wasn’t as if he didn’t love his parter, that he did, but there was a lack of understanding that he couldn’t quite explain himself. Over the next few months after moving in together, that feeling would grew stronger inside of him - until he couldn’t care less anymore.

“Y/n?”

Akaashi’s brows were furrowed in worry as he stared at Y/n’s cold expression, their eyes seemingly staring into nothing. The dark haired boy wanted to help his friend, but he knew they weren’t going to let him.

“I thought you guys had broken up months ago, I’m sorry..” Bokuto hurried to explain himself but it didn’t reach them anymore, Akaashi could only sigh at his loud tone that didn’t seem appropriate for the situation. Atsumu had cheated, multiple times as they went out of town, and there wasn’t really anything to say. It was y/n’s decision on what was going to happen now, not theirs.

“Bokuto, please.” Akaashi put his hand on his school friends’ shoulder to interrupt him from making it any more awkward. He knew that he had only meant well.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?”

Their eyes slowly flickered back to Akaashi, still no sign of any emotion besides pure emptiness.

“I’m not sure. Akaashi- I don’t-“ Suddenly another wall broke inside of them, a wall that they never wished they would’ve encountered in the first place. Y/n never intended on letting him this close - but now they could finally see clearly again.

“Fucking bastard.”

Standing up abruptly, they rushed to get out of the bar they had met up at. Y/n realized that they didn’t have an option to be hurt. They knew it was their own fault for letting him do the thing he was best at, lying.

After an awful lot of arguing and cold nights alone on the couch, Atsumu knew he had to leave the apartment. The blonde knew he fucked up, but to him it didn’t feel as bad as he thought it would be.

“To think you’d actually love anything beside your career, was so fucking stupid of me.”

Yeah, their words hurt a bit at first but his ego was mostly still in tact. He was going to become one of the top volleyball players in japan, how could he think any less of himself?

“How can you be so heartless and just say things like you wanna marry me and all that bullshit only to fuck it up anyways? What was the point of all of this?”

He had to admit to her, there was none. Atsumu didn’t see it any deeper than living with someone he could come home to once in awhile and have some harmless fun on the side while travelling. He didn’t really care if they found out at the end, it even felt a little exciting.

“Oh shut up, yes you do. Just admit it, ya got caught and tried to tell yourself that ya weren’t the bad guy. But Tsumu-“

His twin looked up at him as he was wiping down the counter the restaurant. Osamu had always known every small detail of his brothers’ life - he didn’t always agree with it, but he did try to be there for Atsumu as best as he could. Now he had to admit though, he had liked y/n as his twins partner. When Osamu saw them together, he could tell that they always balanced each other out. When Atsumu was getting irritated and loud, they would help him with their calming ways and always tried their best to work things out, y/n wanted to understand Atsumu. But there was also a goofy side to them that matched his brothers’ energy in a weird way, that he could never quite understand himself. He appreciated her.

Once Osamu found out about his brothers side chicks, he tried to argue with him but he knew that his twin wasn’t someone you could easily persuade. If Atsumu had something he wanted to do, he was going to do it, no matter what anybody had to say, not even his own brother.

“Tsumu ya fucked up this time. I know ya wanna show everybody that ya don’t care about her but ya do. You’re just insecure and ya can’t handle it.”

The blonde chuckled harshly, crossing his arms. “What am I supposed ta be insecure about, huh? I’m officially on the Japan team now, man! I got everything I’ve ever dreamed of right here.”

Osamu only looked up at him with disappointment. “Say whatever ya want, ya aint fooling me.”

“Oh my god Tsumu- Isn’t that Y/n?”

Hinata blurred out in his drunken state. Some of his teammates and him decided to go to a club after a certain victory they had a couple of days ago, and were now standing outside as each of them desperately waited for an uber. Atsumu immediately turned towards the place his friend pointed to with his finger, as the pace of his heartbeat sped up rapidly.

They were standing right infront of another bar, seemingly just as intoxicated as many of his friends right now. He hadn’t seen her in 5 months.

“Who’s that guy though?” Bokuto hung his heavy arm around the blonde, gasping dramatically at the man beside y/n.

Atsumu didn’t react immediately as he stared at the two figures as they laughed at something, dangerously close to each other. Suddenly the setter was overwhelmed by the feeling he hated the most, anger.

“I guess they moved on to some douche.”

The blonde spat out like venom, as a tinge of jealousy hit him. The unknown man seemed to be everything he was not: extremely tall, dark hair and just overall different from him, but there was one thing he did see himself in - the stranger looked dangerously cocky.

“Ah- no! I remember who that is! Akaashi told me about it like a week ago.”

Atsumu tried as hard as he could to remain cool as he swiftly turned his gaze to his friend. Bokuto had a lazy smile on his lips as he stared at the two lovebirds infront of the bar, yet again not knowing how much this might’ve meant to Atsumu deep down.

“He’s a basketball player they met at some party. I think Akaashi said that they already kind of knew him from some college basketball plays’ but y/n was with you back then so they never bothered to talk to him, I guess.”

His wandering eyes were already back on the two of them, his blood boiling at this point.

“Of course they’d fucking pick another athlete. Y/n’s probably just in it for the money anyways, hah~” He mumbled more to himself since Bokuto wasn’t really engaging with him but rather blurring out whatever information his drunk mind was able to gather.

“What was his name again? Amoni- No Aomine? Something like that.”

Atsumu scoffed yet again. The setter wasn’t sure how to feel but began spiralling in his own anger quicker than he thought he would. he confinced himself that the partner he had been with, was in love with him still, they had to be. They could never be as close to that Aomine guy than to him, y/n wasn’t the type to be attached to someone so quickly - especially after the shit he pulled.

“As if he could take care of them. I mean look at that guy, he’s probably just a distraction for the thing they had with me.” The blonde laughed bitter, Bokuto joining in on the harmless fun he thought his friend was having. He didn’t think of it that deep, even Atsumu tried to convince himself that.

“They in love with me still, I can tell that shit from a mile away.”

He turned away from the sight that had his heart bleeding by now. Atsumu only looked over his shoulder one more time, which turned out to have been the biggest mistake.

They kissed, right then and there. He knew at that moment that sometimes he should’ve listened to his idiot of a brother. But then there was his ego again - quickly, covering up any doubt he had.

You’re in love with me still.

————

I know this was a sad one but I just thought the song would fit with him in a weird way. Hope u enjoyed it anyways tho.

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #atsumu x y/n #atsumu angst #atsumu imagines #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #haikyuu songfic

[the-acid-pear]

I did my homework and i did my chores, time to tackle on the third book of this series, Son of Ogre

Chapter 1

Okay but the fuck is Baki planning to do if he stops fighting? That's literally all he has, he's not smart

WOOH THATS A BIT REALISTIC

PREHISTORIC ELEPHANT?!

King just went to have a snack. Also FUCK does that meat look tasty FUCKKK

This baby so cute 🥺

I'm so glad Yuji is doing stupid hilarious shit again it had been a while

Congrats on Baki for that mantis

Chapter 2

Who tf is this kid?

Poor kid lmao, i assume he will meet Baki

Look at my boyyy

HSTSRFAYDF DON'T CALL HIM A MANLET

Imagine Baki actually kills this kid HSJDYSSHCBT

Third comment with a ton of likes is "we do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious"

Chapter 3

AH SHUT UPPP KIDDO

But i like Baki memeing a round a lil

Chapter 4

🥺🥺 that's so sweet...

HELLOOOO STRYDUM MY GOD YOUR TITS GOT FATTER SIR 😳😳

Yujiro is such a fucking threat to society lmao

I love seeing Baki with his eyes open, he's looking more like his old self

Oh, shadow boxing incoming, alright

Chapter 5

Yuri? 🥺 /j

THE RETURN OF IRON MICHAEL?!

Chapter 6

I love how there's our silly little mains after every cover LUV em <33

Baki just dissociating his ass out and using it on his favor, the king

Why is Baki eating sour prunes aren't those meant to be sweet?

We all salivating

Chapter 7

Love to see there are even more swears there now

I can put my face next to my foot too tho

FAGDRJSEHARD YUJIRO CAN BEAT THE CANCER HOW ICONIC 😍

Also i would LOVE to see Yuji fight an Orca

WHAT?!

I love how everyone in the comments is calling out Rumina for not seeing issue going down to a dark hidden basement with a shirtless man older than him

Chapter 8

"piggy back me" USHSYFLFUDSY

This fight is going to be good

Chapter 9

Imagine Baki dies right here right know against an imaginary mantis lmao

Okay Baki getting damaged makes sense but the WALL?

Baki's dead (GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE SAID THAT)

Ffs it's true Baki COULD create himself a stand 😰

Chapter 10

OH FUCK IT'S TRUE

Chapter 11

This fight is so boring i had to take a 6 hour break

Baki just can't win against nature eh

This reminds me of Garland pulling a suplex on that Anaconda

Chapter 12

I can't wait for the main cast to ACTUALLY appear, instead of just, you know, them in the covers

This fight is slow but cool but slow

To fight a mantis you must think like a mantis 😎

Though it's true in this manga you will most likely win if you steal your opponent techniques so

Chapter 13

I MISS IGARI FUCKKK

This is so dumb i luv it

That mantis be swearing lmao

Love it when Baki goes full Yujiro

Chapter 14

TOBA...

Holy fuck do mantis fly?

Secret Chapter?

Is this how Yujiro got born?

Idk girl i would have killed him if i was you

WHAT.

I KNOW THOSE FROGS THEY ARE FROM PUERTO RICO I THINK

I might just be sleepy but this is so confusing

AKSHSKGSKSGSJSG JUST KILL THE BABY IT AINT THAT HARD

Chapter 15

GAIA...

Why is he like this?

Is "he" with us right now?

...gotta admit that IS true...

I love Strydum sksgwhwg

Yujiro really went XD

I don't think my man Arun in the comments is aware how gay what he said is, though maybe I'm wrong

Chapter 16

GOD THESE FUCKING COVERS MAKING ME SO NOSTALGIC, LOOK AT SPEC!

ANIME KENNEDY?!

I can't believe Bush is dead

AN ASIAN BOY HAS JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT...

8 of January? My god he's a Capricorn

I'm sorry, what?

LAHQIGWKQFWKSFWIWG 😭😭

I love Baki so much, THIS IS THE KID THAT I MISSED SO MUCH

This explains why Baki was in prison clothes in the anime teaser

Chapter 17

BIG NUMBER

That one mf like 😐

Glad Baki is 18 now at least 😌

Love to see Oliva back

Chapter 18

This page not even bothering to charge the pages anymore

I'm sure there were better ways to go to jail, well, actually, no, but still

Toba used to just chew that off

Baki did that mantis hit you in the head too hard?

I. I watched way too many prison movies and shows. I don't like seeing someone as young and pretty as Baki in such a place. I rlly don't.

Chapter 19

Yanagi baby i miss you...

IRON MICHAEL?!

Mfkhsjsys 😳🥴

Eh got my hopes too high

CHE BAKI PIBE... LA PUTA MADRE NI ACA ME ESCAPO DE MIS COMPATRIOTAS

I hope he swears too i want to see a boludo o pelotudo PLEASE

I mean para pelotudos lo veo a Yujiro todo el tiempo pero igual JSGWKEGWG me pone bien argento ver al Che carajo

Chapter 20

HE SAID BOLUDO SUAHWKWGAKSGSKSGSKGD

I can't take this omfg new fav I'm sorry Doppo but he just said boludo 😭

Pendejo is more used as pibe here but i will let it pass bc idk the lingo in Cuba and he spent some time there so

Why don't i speak like this too ffs? All i do is say eh and call it a day

He's cocky enough to call anybody any age pibe so I'll let that pass too

Por favor no lo hagas che sksgwj

Chapter 21

Che, pibe, it's a good day to die...

Chapter 22

GSHAGSTSG he should have said "no boludo"

I'm falling in love with this boludo myself

That's talented and brutal

OH RIGHT YOU LOSE YOUR BALANCE WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THAT

Chapter 23

Hm that's, cringe

YESSS HE SAID PELOTUDO

OAHWLGWKQFSKSGSJS SIII ROMPELO TODO CHE, ROMPELO TODO POR DECIRTE YANKEE KSGSSJGS

Honestly i too get pissed off when called American or European, though i won't throw shit to Baki, he's some random 18 yo japanese boy, no way he would recognize latinoamerican lingo lmao

King shit Baki boy

Chapter 24

Oh that's why he's called Jun Guevara, that's fair

I like how they are mixing a bit of truth and a bit of lie it's fun at least

Chapter 25

I like how they are drawing nipples now, occasionally

I can't wait for Viêt to complain about propaganda in the comments

OH SHIT

😳 :Y

He's sooo nice 😍

Chapter 26

Only three? You mean the third is... 👁️👁️

HAHA YEAH YUJI-CHAN <3

I can't believe he works for the USA I'm crying and shaking rn

What a progressive manga, the three strongest and most dangerous men and none of them are white 😍

GET HIS ASS BAKI

Chapter 27

Why is this guy sweating sm?

LDYDYSUGFUDT BAKI PLS

I like how the only time Baki was willing to kill a person was when he thought Sikorsky had hurt his girl

Chapter 28

I feel like Ian will die

Man i love how Baki is drawn in this book

Ffs i called it, i have watched way too many prison things to know how shit goes down

I have seen these three before in fanart but I'm curious to see what they can do

Chapter 29

Their faces remind me of Doyle

OH I CANT WAIT TO SEE EM IN THE ANIME

ASSHOLE DON'T CALL ME STUPID 😢💔

I'm gonna struggle to tell em apart but i think I'll manage

Okay I'm not the only one who thinks they look like Doyle, fair

Chapter 30

The mouth vs Yujiro when?

Someone mentioned the have the same vibe as the dudes that worked with Gaia and like 👁️👁️

Chapter 31

Lmao someone in the comments recommended the same thing

These three must be great at sex (sorry)

KSHALDHDKD NEW FAV COMMENT: "go to Japan and look for the word "defeat". That way you won't feel cocky anymore"

Chapter 32

Hehe hello Junnn~

KSHAKDHKWGS

La luna

Chapter 33

LOS TRES...

Okay that's funny, hocico instead of mouth (hocico is used for animal mouths)

I'm so glad i know Spanish

The two things that drive me insane and make me ramble are Doppo's beauty and this stupid argentinian

OSHSKWGSKSG

Chapter 34

Imagine he's doing that illusion thing Dorian did

With his own blood, that's so cool...

Hoho...!

I did that once when i had a terrible nose bleed, didn't go well

Chapter 35

This book is fucking boring NGL

"now that you got no more urine left in you"

AH.

GAHDYR LMAO

Chapter 36

HO THAT TITLE, PLEEEASE I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO HAPPEN

HHH he kinda cute...

Oww :(

JDJSJFRGAJ

God piantao is an old word i had never heard it before

AND he took a piss.

LOCO NO SEAS HOMOFÓBICO NINGUNA MINA ACA ES MEJOR QUE ESTE PIBITO TE LO ASEGURO SKSGSKGSJAAGS

Se me cayó un ídolo y yo que le quería dar 😔

ÑSHWQLSGOSGDKW

Let's see if he lied to Baki about just liking eh /j

Chapter 37

I luv Oliva lol

AJSGSKSLAGHS BAKI SNAPPED

I too wonder where the fuck Kozue is

Chapter 38

LSHSLDGSLSGSIEG

He is jealous of what you two have, it's normal, el Che just rejected his love after all ;/

Oliva is a king

OH A HANKERCHIEF I THOUGHT THAT WAS UNDERWEAR SHSGS-

Oh shit Oliva is like 45?! He looked so young

Te fuiste a la mierda, Che, el chabón estaba siendo re bueno con vos

Baki is just dead

Chapter 39

I love how realistic Che's fear is, he's rather smart, though not this time

POOR GUY AJSGSWJW

I didn't realize Che said "what more, it may be a woman!" but to be fair they ARE in jail so

Chapter 40

I'm feeling kinda bad for him ngl

I feel happy for him tho 🥺

Bruh they added one page after the ending of some naked anime girl tf 😐

Chapter 41

These prisoners having fun is kinda sweet

YO INSANE

Bitches be complaining about Maria's looks are just jealous 🥰

Chapter 42

Damn she lorge

He loves fighting naked eh

Only valid person is the one saying Oliva deserves better treatment which tbh true

Chapter 43

Fun fact i wear my jacket like El Che too, unless it's too cold

El che with the hair lose is so cute bro,,,

Something something fingering joke

Sikorski could fold a coin too

I bet the bandana will break

Chapter 44

I would have just fallen on top of him, how is he gonna counter that, eh?

Oh that super fun to know!

Oh the good ol dirty technique, i have seen this one before!

Chapter 45

NOOO MARIA DON'T DO THIS TO HIM

This fight is super cool tho i love these two characters

Chapter 46

They just keep changing the rules i think Itagaki is just flexing at this point

LAAOSFKAGSKAGSKAF???

Baki wants his protagonism back

I'm getting pissed off they keep putting semi naked underaged girls at the end of every chapter 😐

Chapter 47

Bruh just realized, the mouth got so hyped as this new cool villain and they died in their first appearance 😭

His damn bandana...

#luly talks #i hit character limit already waaa :( #but I'm too into this to stop reading lol #btg #this saga is a bit boring but el che is funny :) #baki liveblog

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Swipe Right

Tyler Lepley x Black Reader 

warnings : none, mostly fluff with just a tiny bit of smut if you can call it that at the end. i’m not too familiar with him but i tried ! to the cutie who requested, i hope you like it. alright enjoy x  Face mask on. Wine in hand. Impulsive 10$ Dark and Lovely hair dye bought at the beauty supply store already slathered in your hair. It was your time set aside out of the week for you and your best friend to complain. Although homegirl was on the other end of the phone getting ready for anniversary and was not relating to your rant of the night. 

 “Girl, I’m telling y’all right now if I get another unsolicited dick pic in my dms or another “You got the bill right? I’m just a lil in between jobs right now you know how it is right baby”? I’m joining a nunnery because I love love, but me and my bank account can NOT keep getting played like this.” you rant to your friends over a video call as you walk around your apartment tending to the foils in your hair. 

The series of failed dates and “talking stages” had left a sour taste in your mouth and put you off from dating altogether, but your best friend Layla is trying to convince you to give Tinder another go. 

“I don’t know Lala. I just don’t have another talking stage in me. I’m grown in the words of the iconic Miss New York Tiffany Pollard : I want eggs CRACKED AND SCRAMBBBLLEEDD” 

Layla’s husband Aaron’s laughter erupted from somewhere in the room on her end and you raise an eyebrow not knowing that he had been ear hustling the whole time. 

“Just give a little more time. You never know what can be right around the corner!  There has got to be at least a few foine men on Tinder. Give it one more try.” Layla encouraged before saying that she had to go because her man had the night planned for their anniversary dinner. 

You huffed and sat the phone aside as you waited for the copper coloured hair dye to process your curiosity got the better of you and you reached for your phone again.

As you thumbed through the profiles of folks “looking for a beautiful girl for me and my husband (:” and “if you a feminist, pay for our first date”. You were two seconds away from putting your phone to the side again before you noticed “Tyler Lepley” and his profile.

You nearly spit out the cheap bottle of Stella Rose on your carpet in disbelief. “No, this has got to be a whole ass catfish. Why would his fine ass be on Tinder of all places? Let’s humour him. Wait but he’s verified... At the very least this should be funny as hell.” you say to yourself before rolling your eyes. 

“Okay and I definitely got to make some single friends cause I’m really home on a Saturday night talking to myself. . . Whatever-” 

You swipe right on his profile and almost instantly your phone notified you that there was a match. 

‘Hey I just wanted to let you know I think you’re beautiful and if you’re ever in the area I’d like to take you out sometime. On me of course.’

“Oh he’s good.” you thought to yourself as you tried to think of a reply.

‘Sure, I’d love to. I’m actually driving up to Atlanta tomorrow for work. And if it’s really you. I want a Tika Sumpter autograph when we meet lol.’ you respond having a little fun with the troll at least before you log out for the evening. 

‘Oh, so you don’t think it’s me? I ain’t nobody big. Just tryna find the right one to bring home for the holidays so my nosey aunties can stop asking me when I’m gon get a wife lol.’

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“Pfft.. Anybody could’ve gotten that from Instagram or something.” you said to yourself. 

He’s good though. You’ll give him that much. 

‘Okay tattoos and lips! You’re handsome or whatever.That’s understandable. I’m looking for the same thing but I must be looking in all the wrong places cause if i run into one more dud that’s looking for a unicorn for them and their wife to “share”. Whew- it’s a lot lol.’

‘I get you. I haven’t matched with too many women on here myself. They either tryna see how they can get a job at the studio or they want me to be their sugar daddy. Which I ain't got no problem wining and dining my women btw. I’m just not looking for that kinda situationship. If you don’t mind I’d like to video call you cause looking as good as you look. I'm just tryna make sure you’re not a catfish.”

Hold up. This was just supposed to be a little fun and now this man is using the video call function on Tinder and you’re still sitting there with the dye on your head. 

‘Give me 25 minutes.’ you respond quickly before he replies with ‘take your time’.

The race was on as you began running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off as you wash out the dye quickly and inspect the colour. It was a really pretty natural ginger shade as you grab your hair diffuser and blow out your hair a little to dry it the best you could. 

After grabbing your makeup bag , you slap on the winged liner, a little highlighter, mascara, and a dark brown lipstick like you were back in school trying to get ready before class. 

You fluff and shake out your hair while looking at yourself in the mirror. With 5 minutes to spare you go to your closet and pull out a cozy warm brown cropped jumper that really stood out against your deep skin tone. 

“Alright, please don’t waste my time.” you whisper to yourself as you press the video call button and wait for him to come onto the screen. After about a minute and no answer you let out a heavy sigh feeling a little embarrassed and like a fool for actually believing that The Universe was about to hook you up like that. 

You put your phone on the table next to you and leaned back in the chair before hearing the notification go off again. 

After going back and forth about it for a few seconds you hesitantly answered the call and had to contain the array of emotions you were going through when you saw him actually on the phone, smiling at you with those pretty ass white teeth. 

You put the phone for a second before letting out a ‘thank you Jesus’.

“I should be saying the same thing about you! You are beautiful. God damn. When I first saw your profile I was like man aint no way. She gotta be some sort of catfish or something. I thought at the most it would be a funny cover story tomorrow on The Shade Room or something. ‘Tyler Lepley Catfished By Tinder Boo’. I apologize for not answering your call earlier. I just wrapped on set and I wanted to be able to hear you and give you my undivided attention. How are you this evening?” he says chuckling deeply and softly as he sits back in his trailer. 

“I was thinking the same thing. I’m like at least it’ll humour me, but I wasn’t really expecting you to want to talk. How are you? I was completely kidding about the whole Tika Sumpter thing by the way.” You say giggling nervously before fussing about with the window to try and get better lighting. 

“Oh really? Cause i got her to sign this shirt for you and everything. I can just do a giveaway with it or something else. I like your hair by the way...I’m doing good. It’s been a long day of pretending to get my ass kicked and running lines but I’m grateful to be in even better company with your pretty self. Even if it is through the screen for now. There’s something about a woman like you. I feel like I wanna know everything.” he compliments and flatters you and it’s taking your mind a while to process that this is not some extreme episode of Punk’d.

“YOU DID NOT! Of course I want the shirt. I was just fronting cause I didn’t wanna seem like that’s the only reason why I wanted to talk to you. Also, thank you. You just seem like someone who’s got his shit together and I really like that. At this stage in life people think I move too fast or that my standards are too high. I think it’s just because I know what I want. I want to be married, I want to be happy and comfortable. I eventually would really like to have kids. I want to have kids young so that I can have even more time loving them and my own little family..” you don’t like to waste time with the small talk. That’s nice too but you like to get straight to the point so that you’ll know if your views on life are aligned. 

And just like that you two begin to connect instantly . You talked and talked for hours from the time he left his trailer to drive home and halfway into the night.

You actually ended up falling asleep on the phone with him because neither one of you wanted to hang up. 

Scheduling conflicts prevented you from meeting up with him the next day but of course that didn’t stop either of you from constantly just wanting to hear from each other. 

4 weeks later after non stop talking and sending pictures and videos of your day when you couldn’t talk to each other. Both of your schedules lined up perfectly and you ended up meeting in Atlanta. 

You met him at a little cozy cafe and he held the prettiest bouquet of scarlet roses in one hand and a coffee for you in the other while standing with a huge smile etched across his face. 

“Hey handsome” you say to him before leaning in to hug him but was not expecting the peck to the lips. 

Even though you’ve discussed it and you’re both “if the vibe is right fun is not off the table” kind of people. 

You kiss his soft plump lips back and thank him for the flowers. Of course given the part of the city that you were in, he was recognized almost immediately by the barista.

“My mama and auntie love your show.They both got me into it too. We thought they were gonna kill you off this season! I was scared for you. If you don't mind, can i have a picture?’ The woman named Ericka asks as she moves from behind the desk .

“Hey Ericka, thank you. I appreciate it, of course.” He replied warmly to her before looking over at you to double check if you’re okay with everything. 

You awkwardly move to the side so that he can have his photo with the giggling fan already batting her eyelashes at him. 

He softly grabs your hand to keep you close to him and shakes his head. He’s lowkey clingy in the cutest way as he moves you behind him so that you aren’t in the photo and wraps your arms around his waist before flashing a smile at the fans phone.

“Thank you so much and you are so pretty!” She says to you before trying to quickly hustle back to work in the quiet slow moving coffee shop. 

“Me? Look at you and your pretty self ! I like your braids too!” You respond sweetly as Tyler beams with pride while watching you interact with the fan. 

“Sorry about all of that” he leans down to whisper in your ear before walking with you out of the coffee shop. 

“I don’t know about you but I ain't even gon’ lie I’m nervous as hell. I’ve been spending the last two weeks trying to figure out the best ways to spoil the hell outta you. I just think you’re incredible. From your story about all that you’ve been through to just like you. I ain’t ever had this before.” he admits and it throws you a little that he was the one nervous to meet you.  

“Nervous to meet me? Tyler, you meet about 50 different beautiful women a day. I’m not saying I’m not the shit cause I am. But no need for nervousness here. I think you’re probably the most down to Earth famous person I’ve met dude. A lot of them are real snotty when I style them and stuff. Just completely out of touch…You’re always busy doing something and I’m always working on something. How about we just do nothing? What’s your favourite way to do nothing?” I get all of my favourite foods and snacks and then I just watch all of my comfort movies and shows and forget about everything going wrong with the world even if just for a little bit.” you admit and he nods along before opening the car door for you.

The entire car ride there wasn’t an awkward moment or any tension hanging in the air. The conversation flowed smoothly all the way from the supermarket to the restaurants for to-go plates, and to his home there. 

There were plates of food of every kind of food you mention from pad thai to sushi, to indian food, mexican, and a plate of soul food cause you couldn’t visit Atlanta and not try some bomb ass soul food while you were there. Not to mention the snacks that you both also picked out. 

He had convinced you that you two should build a blanket fort and he broke out the candles setting the perfect atmosphere for the storm settling in. 

Something about the rain soothed you both as you fell over each laughing and talking about nothing and everything.  

“Okay so let me ask you would have rather been on Fear Factor or Supermarket Sweep? Because this is important. I’d have to go with Supermarket Sweep because I’d rather bust my ass on tv than be in a crate full of cockroaches or something like that. I would freak the fuck out. They was wylin in 2001” you say and Tyler ponders the question for a minute before letting out a pfft.. 

“Easyyyyyy. I will drink the cockroach milkshake over playing on Supermarket sweep. I don’t mess with grocery stores like that. That’s why I order all my stuff online now. I've spent two many of my Saturdays missing Saturday morning cartoons walking around with my grandma and mama while me and my dad trail behind trying to get them to hurry up. Besides skydiving is on my list to do at some point.” he explains and you pretend to gag as he says that he’d take the shake. 

“Good?” he asked with a little laugh as he noticed you had a whipped cream mustache from the caramel hot chocolate that he made for you. 

“Mhm” was the only response he got from you in between swigs of possibly the best caramel hot chocolate you’ve ever had. 

He leans in,  licking it off of your lips before kissing you sweetly and gently tugging on your bottom lip as his tongue runs across it again. 

“I bet you taste better though…” he says against your lips

His hands find your hips as he pulls you onto his lap. 

You learned that he was talented at several things outside of acting and being inside out beautiful and a good 8- . Anyways, something you couldn’t tell your girls about on Monday.

Leaving him was too difficult two days later because you’re both those types of people where if you know , you know that you’ve found your person and both agreed to try and meet each other twice a week. Once for sure so that you try not to miss each other too much. 

Maybe swiping right wasn’t so bad after all.

[unedited so if there’s a few typos i’m sorry i’ll edit them later! ]

#tyler lepley #the have and the have nots #fanfic for black girls #tyler lepley x reader #benny young

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Occursus

Castiel/Dean Winchester Gen/Teen, 4341 words 15x20 coda  AO3 version “The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” 

Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two. “Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes. “It was a poor analogy. I apologize.” “So what’s a better one?” Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.” “Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

It’s half past midnight by the time Dean gets another run at Cas.

Granted, what the fuck does half past midnight even mean here, where time is as free as tap water? Why does anybody even bother? For all it matters, Dean could set his watch to eleventy minutes past twenty o’ nope and still never miss last call.

Then again, somebody felt it necessary to invent the idea of Tuesday in the first place, and Dean’s not gonna volunteer himself for the task of replacing it with something better. What’s important is that he’s survived (or rather, he hasn’t survived) a battery of poignant moments and tearful reunions. He and Sam hugged out burdens registering in the triple digits. They even had a little fight, pretty much for the fun of it, while Ellen fucking Harvelle watched them over the bar with her eyes shining. She still charged them, though.

Right at the beginning of the party Dean and Castiel had their eyes-across-the-room thing, followed by the same magnetic, exhausted embrace they’ve shared on just about every plane of reality now. Dean supposes he could ask Cas for a nickel tour of the Empty just so they could hit for the cycle, but he’d really rather not. Sam let them eke out a few gruff, tear-choked monosyllables before diving in, sweeping Cas up in a bear hug and laughing like a fucking kid. Dean doesn’t push it, because it’s been longer for Sam, after all. Or something.

 And now it’s quiet, just the jukebox and the clink of glasses back in the kitchen, a few folks murmuring in booths. It might be dark outside, it might not; it’s waiting on Dean’s opinion before it commits to anything. And so is Cas, who is standing in the warm glow of the jukebox, hands in his pockets.

 Dean walks up, leans against it, bottle still dangling from one hand.

“C’mon, sunshine. I’ll show you yours, you show me mine.”

Cas looks up and into Dean’s eyes with the wary, elegant patience of a deer. “What is it that you would be showing me, Dean?”

Dean gives him a long, languid blink and bites his lip, and Castiel lags for half a second before rolling his own eyes. “I see death hasn’t refined your sense of humor.”

“Nope. Guess the billionth time aint the charm.”

Cas remains stonefaced, which means a corresponding you dumbass blush starts crawling up the sides of Dean’s neck. The jukebox switches records like it’s making a suggestion.

“I’m gonna sit down outside,” Dean says. “C’mon and sit down with me. There’s a patio somewhere, right? Ellen was always talking about adding one out back. No way she hasn’t bossed somebody into buildin’ it.”

“There’s a patio,” Cas says, taking his hands out of his pockets.

 Heaven’s patio is pretty nice; twenty square feet, some scattered picnic tables, fences covered in ivy and string lights. It still smells like fresh pine boards. There’s even a fire pit, which seems kinda bougie for the Roadhouse, but hell with it, it’s warm and pretty, and since when did pretentious people get to lay claim to “a hole with a fire in it”? There’s no moon overhead, and so the Milky Way is giving them the full monty — the runnelled spine of it, the ribcage packed with galaxies.

“Are they all alive?” Dean asks. The warmth from inside leaks out of his collar, wisps away.

“Who?”

Dean points up. “The stars. They always make a big deal about how most of the stars you can see from Earth have been dead for millions of years by the time we get the light from ‘em. That still true here? Or is everything on auto-renewal?”

“That’s a very complicated question,” Cas says, not looking up, only at Dean. He does that a lot, Dean knows, but it turns out to mean something different than what Dean had always assumed, which was ironically pretty similar to what it actually meant, but was reassuringly unactionable and therefore unfuckupable.

“I’m a very complicated guy,” Dean says.

Castiel smiles at that. “I don’t actually know the answer,” he admits. “And it would take an extremely long time to investigate. There are some other things I’d rather do first.”

“What, you can’t just call the kid for directory assistance?”

Castiel lets a good-humored sigh. “Like many young people these days, Jack prefers to avoid the phone.”

This is a solid riff, and Dean respects it. He picks the table closest to the fire and takes a bench and Cas sits next to him, instead of opposite. Dean thought he managed to break him of this habit a few years ago, but here all things are made whole again.

“So what,” Cas says, without a single molecule of playfulness or seduction, “is it that you want us to show each other?”

“Yeah, I was…it was a dumb joke. But I mean it, just not in a ‘playing doctor’ way.”

Castiel frowns, tightens his lips; the firelight throws a fluttering shadow across his face.

“I mean…Christ.” Dean takes a medicinal slug of his dwindling beer. “I don’t really look like this anymore either, right?” And he gestures at his usual shitshow personal presentation, which death has also noticeably failed to refine.

Castiel frowns, smoothes his hand across the surface of the table. “This is a corporeal world, Dean. It operates on a different set of rules, but your body here is no more of an illusion than it was on earth.”

“Seriously?” Dean ponders a second, squints through the dim light at his fingernails, at the high-resolution grime contained therein. “Jesus, that sounds like a lot of work. At least compared to Holodeck Heaven.”

“It is. But we didn’t build this place to be a...a…doorprize. It’s a real world,” Castiel enthuses, looming forward. “It’s the one that should have been created for all of you in the first place.” He pauses, glances down. “For all of us.”

Dean shrugs. “Okay, so no holograms. I’ll keep all that in mind next time Charlie tries to convince me to go skydiving.”

Castiel snorts, but not in pure aggravation, so Dean feels like he’s finally got a point on the board. “What I’m sayin’ is…physical or not, this place has different rules, right? So could I look at you without my eyeballs exploding? The…you know, the angel parts of you. Not just your vessel,” and Dean fwippies his hand at Cas to indicate that true beauty is contained within and Dean is completely indifferent to the fact this dork-ass alien managed to bodysnatch a guy who’s never dipped below an 8.5.

“It isn’t a vessel anymore. We can create our own bodies, now.”

“Peachy,” Dean clips, because that shit is a little late coming off the line.

Castiel sighs. “You could see me in that form without coming to harm. But you should know that I don’t consider it any more a reflection who I am than this form. Not anymore.”

Dean rolls the bottle towards him, nudges a knuckle. “You’re a real boy now, huh?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Castiel says, and smiles a smile so small that Dean would need a microscope to figure out if it’s pleased or pained.

So Dean thwacks the bottle down on the totally-real table and claps his totally-real hands. “Well then let’s go. Hit me with that angel weirdness. If we’re gonna do this, I gotta taste all thirty-one flavors.”

Castiel smiles a little more convincingly, but it still doesn’t reach his eyes. “There are really only the two,” he says, and holds his palms out to the warmth of the fire.

“Great, then we’ll be done in time to catch Letterman. Then if you’re good maybe you can help me shimmy out of this thing.”

Cas cocks his head. “Out of which thing?”

“This super real heavenly meat-suit, dude. It’s not fair if only one of us gets naked. Peep show has to go both ways. I see your angel-face, you see my soul.”

Cas looks stricken, like Dean is asking to suck on his toes next to a playground. “I mean, unless that’d fuck you up,” Dean adds.

“No,” Castiel replies, a little absently. “It wouldn’t fuck me up. But it…wouldn’t really accomplish anything, either.”

“What, no soul kink? That’s bullshit and you know it. You love this crap.”

Castiel replies, “Your soul is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” with the easy confidence of a regular latte order. With the same uncanny, 2 Blessed 2 B Stressed face he had when Dean plowed Ruby’s knife hilt-deep into Jimmy Novak’s sternum, that he had when the Empty collapsed him  like a carcass in an acid bath.

That face shuts Dean right the fuck up, because it sends him skipping backwards into that fucking basement, where his phone is buzzing and the gritty concrete chill of the floor is seeping through his jeans into the useless meat of his legs and leeching into the hot, wet channels of his piece of shit heart.

Turns out you can work up a good little panic attack in heaven, which seems like a significant oversight.

From a million miles away he feels Cas’s warm, dry palm slide over the back of his hand –– there’s a ring there now that Dean lost down a motel sink drain ages ago, is nobody spotting continuity errors here?—then Cas’s hand tightens on his and it feels like a Xanax kicking in. (The good kind, direct from the hot nurse with the little paper cup, not the kind you get in a from a shady burnout at a truckstop, that’s been ground up with baking soda or benadryl and carefully remolded, as if you could possibly give that much of a shit when you’re freaking out bad enough to buy Xanax at a truckstop.)

Point being, he calms the fuck down.

Cas has good hands. They can do a lot of impressive shit, and they look nice doing it. They don’t look like –– they’ve never looked like –– they belong to somebody whose main job is destroying people, places, or things. They’re hands that how to play the cello, or make tables from reclaimed wood, or give soapy, encompassing handjobs in the shower on cold evenings.

“It’s been years, though,” Dean rasps, not looking up yet. “I was a kid when you got me out of Hell, Cas. I’ve done a lot of shit since then. Maybe souls get stretch marks.”

Castiel’s hand tightens on his, clamps it down on the table. “I’ve always been able to see it.”

“Okay,” Dean mumbles, but Cas keeps on going –

“The only time I couldn’t see any part of your soul was when I was without grace, and I promise you that was one of the greatest deprivations imaginable.”

Dean snorts, looks away, but his hand is still on lockdown. “Worse than going hungry, huh?”

“Much.”

“Hey, what about Sam? Or, hell, fucking Donatello. They both were both walking around minus their creamy filling, and you didn’t say boo.”

Cas shrugs. “I can’t see their souls under ordinary circumstances.”

“So what, mine’s just extra loud, or day-glo, or what?”

“It’s both of those things, but that isn’t why,” Cas answers, and the boy is downright wry.

Dean tugs his hand out, raps his knuckles against the wood. “Okay, so stop bein’ coy and tell me before I get a complex. And if you say it’s because of love or some shit, I’m bailing to Rowena’s.”

“You infected me,” Cas says.

“Uh,” says Dean.

The fire pops and a log shifts; Cas glances over at the kerfuffle, absently lifts his fingers to his chin like he’s looking for an old scar. “In Hell, when I retrieved you…I had to grip your raw soul. I was meant to wear a gauntlet, so I wouldn’t be burned.”

Dean snickers. “You’re telling me you were supposed to be wearing a soul condom. What happened, you get too excited and forget to suit up? It’s okay, I know I’m a lot to take in.”

Castiel purses his lips. “No, I was properly armored. But my arm was torn off in combat shortly before I reached you.”

“Ouch.”

“Ouch,” Cas agrees. “I didn’t have time to retrieve the arm or its protection from the pit, so I had to grow a new one very quickly.”

Dean really should’ve switched to whiskey before starting this. “What, you didn’t pack a spare?” He wheezes.

“Ordinarily, yes, I would have had the resources, but I was equipped very lightly for that mission. It was a raid, not a siege. You understand the difference.”

“Sure, yeah, you left your emergency arms in the trunk. So you just popped out a new one. No big.”

“It was a big. Your soul was close enough that it forced me to grow a human arm, instead of a much quicker and more powerful extensor.”

“Okay, uh,” Dean pinches at the bridge of his nose, “there’s a lot to unpack there.”

“What part of it confuses you?”

“I dunno, the bit where apparently angels are I guess heavenly octopuses,”

“The plural in the Greek is octopodes,” Cas interjects, not without pleasure.

Dean glowers. “Or the part where you can apparently swap in different drill bits,” Dean continues,

“Mm,” Cas notes, careful not to open his mouth,

“Or that I, like, accidentally bullied you into growing a person arm,” and Dean pauses for breath here, which Cas evidently takes as permission to dive in with more Planet Earth commentary.

“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” he says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two.

“Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes.

“It was a poor analogy. I apologize.”

“So what’s a better one?”

Castiel drums his fingers for a second, listens to the fire pop in its little cage. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.”

“Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

“What I’m trying to avoid saying,” Castiel sighs, “is that you rubbed off on me.”

Dean nods. “Yeah. That’s fair. I wouldn’t be dumb enough to say that around me, either.”  He lays a couple little pats on Cas’s hand. “Lookit you, though, seeing around that corner. I’m proud of you, man. That would’ve totally flipped your breaker back in the day.”

“Just one of the many ways you have reshaped me, Dean,” Cas says, with warm sarcasm.

“Alright, so you rawdogged me, I whammied you. Chocolate, peanut butter, peanut butter, chocolate.”

Cas’s forehead wrinkles in skepticism. “I still prefer the cockroach. But some part of your soul injected itself into one of my more exposed frequencies. Under different circumstances, I would’ve stopped and excised the affected area before it spread, but. I was being pursued, and the mission had taken much longer than any of us anticipated.”

“Us? Thought it was just you down there.”

Cas looks vaguely offended, straightens and folds his arms like he just remembered he’s giving a deposition. “No, of course not. Michael assigned sixty-six angels in eleven groups of six, each escorted to the field by a seraph. We struck simultaneously at six different areas in perdition. From there we dispersed to individual targets –– to cause as much chaos as possible in order to help obscure the object of our mission, and to increase the odds that one of us would actually find you.”

“And you were the lucky winner.” Dean pushes down a touch of sick shame at the thought of it — he’d been coiled up like a snake around somebody else’s torment, anesthetized by it. It was one of the random rags of infernal time where his own pain decreased in proportion to how much he dealt out, and that was the closest thing Hell had to a Friday night.

“I was,” Castiel nods. “I took some liberties with my assignment,” he adds, squinting. “I flattered myself that I shared a special affinity with The Righteous Man.”

“That guy always sounded like kind of a cunt to me,” Dean notes. “You know, not withstanding the fact that I’m him.”

Castiel shrugs. “I found you, and I did what was necessary to save you, and my siblings did what was necessary to save me.” A little falter enters his voice. “Only twelve of us returned from that mission.” Cas looks up, out, away. A dove coos somewhere nearby of the Roadhouse; did it have a run-in with the windshield of an eighteen wheeler one day and show up here, Dean wonders, or does heaven make its own birds from scratch? That’s gotta be a softball compared to whether Betelgeuse is still open for business.

Castiel waits until the bird shuts up, then says, “Of those twelve surviving angels, I personally murdered nine, in everything that followed.”

After a moment Dean says “Yeah,” with practiced neutrality. He’s got some similar tallies, written in Sharpie on the back of his eyelids.

Cas sighs and his attention comes back down to the table. “By the time I received the authority to restore your soul to your body, the infection had spread almost past the point of containment. That’s why I resisted taking a vessel at first. I worried that occupying a human form would speed up the process.”

“Hey now. I thought you showed up naked because you thought I’d be one of those special people,” Dean quips, “Who can handle angel stuff without going all kibbles ’n bits.”

“That was only a partial truth.”

Dean tips the beer bottle in salute. “You’re a real special flavor of asshole, Cas.”

“So I’ve been told. I was right, though. When I took Jimmy as a vessel, I contracted — condensed — myself very severely. The infection had a much shorter distance to travel to reach all of my extremities, and a human form was the most hospitable environment possible.”

“You got a raging case of the Deans.”

Cas’s head kicks back in a laugh that kinda surprises them both. “Yes,” he says, grinning. “I did. I was very displeased, and very concerned I’d be found out and judged unfit for duty. And I very much was. Unfit, that is. Though I was not found out.”

“C’mon, never? You went rogue on the company.”

“Uriel suspected. Naomi certainly detected it later, as did Metatron. But in the moment, no. The Host’s attention was focused on the Apocalypse ahead, not on debriefing a mission that was considered a success. After the Cage was closed, I had too much influence to come under that level of scrutiny.”

“Hmh.” Dean realizes he’s been systematically picking down the label on the beer bottle, so he sets it on the ground before he gets sticky little shreds everywhere. “So I gotta ask. My little souvenir, the handprint. That’s where you grabbed me, with your lil…Mister Potato Head human arm?”

“It is.”

“If I’m the one who infected you, how come I’m the one who got burned?”

“My hand didn’t burn you.”

“Well, it ain’t fingerpaint.”

“Your own soul burned it, as it flowed out of your flesh and into mine. It burned until the moment when I finally released you from my grip. My hand healed itself; your arm did not.” Castiel gives a thin scoff. “I hadn’t planned to leave you interred.”

“Oh, no? Well that’s nice to hear, you know, a decade after the fact. I still have nightmares about that shit.”

Castiel winces. “It’s no excuse, but I was in a great deal of…the equivalent of pain. It took an immense effort to break off the inflow of your soul, and when I did manage it, I was thrown quite a ways by the recoil. By the time I recovered enough to return, you were already looting a gas station,” He finishes, dryly.

“Yeah, well, Dad didn’t think much of leisure as a virtue. Also I was thirsty, because I’d just crawled out of my own grave.”

“And I was distracted, because I’d just fought my way out of the inferno while being digested by a demented human soul.”

“You wanna call it even?”

Cas lifts his brows. “If you don’t mind.”

 There is a long, dark breath, during which their little smiles fade. 

 “So, all that,” Dean says, because he’s a fucking coward.

“All that,” says Cas, because he isn’t.

 Dean clears his throat. “That means you can see my soul-stuff 24/7, huh?”

Castiel slides one leg up onto the bench, shifts to sit astride it, like he’s maybe about to deliver an after-school PSA on the Real Deal About Drugs. “I can always see myself, and extensions of my self. And since your soul made itself into an integral part of me…I can see you.”

“I take it that’s not exactly in the manual.”

“No. I didn’t entirely understand it at first — for a long time, I convinced myself it was because you were designed to be a celestial vessel, and that I had been destined to save you from Hell.”

That thin, acidic feelings starts to rise up in Dean’s chest again. “Do you…” A dry swallow reflex grabs his throat. “Hm. Fuck.”

“What?” Cas asks, scooting forward. An angel. Scooting. What a world. “You can ask me anything, Dean. I hope we’re both past being offended.”

“Have you ever thought that. This whole deal. Our…thing.” Dean lets out a breath. “The way you feel about me. The way I feel about you.”

“Do I worry that its only basis is our shared material?”

Dean licks his lips, works a jaw muscle, forces out a nod. 

Cas frowns, sets one elbow up against the table, then lets his head tip to the side. “Why do you love Sam?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I get it, he’s my brother. We got shared material, too. But we’re not talking genetics.”

“Genes were the initial basis of your love for Sam. But you share half as much material with Adam. Do you love him fifty percent as much as you do Sam?”

“One, love doesn’t work that way and you know it, and two, fucking of course not. I barely know the guy, and what I’ve seen didn’t exactly blow me away.” Not that the poor dumb kid ever really had a chance. “Sam’s Sam, he’s earned it a million times over just by bein’ him.”

“Then you understand.”

“But Cas, man…I…” Dean laughs, which is an abbreviated form of screaming, “I treated you like shit.”

Cas nods. “You did.”

“Okay, the rules say you’re not supposed to agree with me.”

“But the balance remains in your favor. Dean, are you genuinely afraid that you — care for me…”  and Dean can hear the FCC live-bleep in that one, like does his total cowardice have a special color Cas can see with his soul-o-vision? “Only out of some compulsion?”

“No,” Dean says, to the great surprise of his frontal cortex, which was busy kicking the shit out of itself. “No,” he says again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, that that answer actually came out of him and entered the living air between them.

Then the wave is rolling towards him and he enters that slim moment of body-physics where you either take a lungful and commit to diving under the break, or you kick out against the undertow, arch your back to meet the blow, and let yourself be flown all the way up to the waiting shore––

“No,” Dean says, “I love you.” And he chokes up a little, first at the release of saying it, then at how much of exactly jack-shit it changes anything so what was he even scared of, and then at the look on Cas’s face: how he’s frozen. Like that dog from that video, the one that loved tennis balls so goddamn much that his owner bought him a thousand fucking tennis balls and dumps them out all at once and the dog absolutely stalls the fuck out, just seconds on end of underspecced dog-brain hang time before he finally snaps back to reality and loses his absolute shit scrabbling all over the porch.

Castiel comes back online with a little choking noise of his own, and a kind of awkward scrabble for Dean’s hand.

“I have for a long time,” Dean continues, because apparently he’s continuing, “I’ve loved you for fucking ages, Cas. In people years, anyway, I’m sure that mean’s fuckall to somebody who’s a zillion––”

“I don’t,” Cas says thickly, “really give a damn about the age difference, Dean,” and cracks into a chuckle.

“So how come you never knew it?” Dean asks, feeling freedom turn into a hunger or something like vertigo. “If you can see my soul, how could you not know?”

Cas shrugs, a bit helplessly.

“Seriously,” Dean laughs, “how did I manage to hide that shit so well? Sammy found every nudie mag I ever shoplifted.”

Cas shakes his head. “You’ve never actually been able to hide anything from me.”

Dean scoffs. “C’mon, man. I snowed you plenty, or else we woulda had this conversation dirtside a long time ago.”

“Whatever I missed, Dean…it wasn’t because you succeeded at hiding it,” Castiel says, softly. He takes a slow, shaky breath, and meets Dean’s eyes with a smile. He lifts a hand to Dean’s face, bone and flesh on flesh and bone. “I just loved you enough to look away.”

 It’s a long time before they go back inside. By any measure. {AO3}

#spn fanfiction #spn 15x20 #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #bless you all for your sexy and angsty coda fics please enjoy this massive wodge of angel lore wankery dating back 11 seasons

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In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 7/??

Hey guys! So chapter seven is here! Im not the best at writing, but like many other writers, I did try my best and I hope you like it! Also most of the streets I have written into this chapter I made up on the spot, so if there is an actual street by that name it was purely coincidental.

Warnings- Light smut?, General Walking Dead stuff, Blood, Gore, Swearing.

It had felt like forever, sitting outside of the door that separated Daryl and myself. Lori was still sitting beside me, which feels more constricting than not, not that I had the heart to tell her.

At this point, I have memorised each and every detail etched into the door. I looked over to where Lori sat next to me, one hand resting against her forehead, the other resting against my shoulder. I reached my hand over and placed it over her own and smiled softly as she turned her head. “Thank you.” I whispered. “Dont be stupid.” She responded, a small chuckle escaping her lips. The click of the latch received both of our attention, I looked back towards the door to see Rick emerge.

“Here.” Lori extended her hand to me. “Thanks.” I took her hand and nodded as she helped me up. I look at Rick, and he smiled softly. “He’ll be alright.” “Oh thank god.” I hugged him “Now god ain’t had nothing to do with it.” Shane walked out behind Rick.

Rick walked over to Lori and hugged his wife. “I’ll tell you what.” Shane paused, walking over to me. “That is one tough son of a bitch in there.” He pointed towards the door, bringing me into a hug. I rolled my eyes as I hugged him back. “Hershel is just giving him another look over.” I look up to my brother. “Its just to ensure that he doesn’t have any other injuries.” Rick added. I slowly nodded my head, and sat down in the single seat next to the door. Rick kissed his wife before leaving Lori, Shane and myself in the hallway as we waited for Hershel.

After waiting another ten or so minutes, Hershel exiting the room. “The bullet only grazed his head.” He paused. I stood up from the seat and nodded. “The arrow in his side went straight through, missed his important organs.” “He is okay other than that?” “That and a few bruised ribs, he will be fine, however I would recommend a resting period of a few days, But.” He paused, glancing at the door. “I don’t think that he would take that advice.” He continued.  “He is a stubborn bastard.” I muttered, looking at the door nodding. “He is asleep, but you can go in and see him.” “Thank you so much Hershel.” I smiled and pulled him into a hug. I pulled back and smiled softly at him, before turning to the door, quietly entering the room.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was the small dresser by the window, and the cross hanging next to the door above the bed. Daryl was on the bed, peacefully sleeping on his side, mouth slightly parted as soft snores broke the silence of the room. I stood at the edge of the bed, unsure if I should sit on the side of the bed or bring in the seat from the hall. “Are ‘Ya just gonna stand there?” A rough mumble came from the bed, startling me from my thoughts. “You’re meant to be sleeping.” I sighed.

“How am I meant to sleep when ya always staring at me.” I sat down on the bed next to him, softly pushing his hair back. “Go back to sleep, you need to rest.” He only grumbled in response as he shook his head. “Nah, I can sleep when im dead.” “If you dont rest that could be sooner than you think.” “I’m fine.” He scoffed. I rolled my eyes. We spent a few moments just staring at one another, the small breaths from us both the only thing we could hear.

“What happened out there Daryl?” I sighed. He winced lightly as he propped himself up on his elbow, “Took one of them horses, damn thing near killed me.” He paused. “Got spooked by something, kicked me off.” He continued.

“Thats where the bruising came from Im guessing.” I spoke softly tracing the bruises that littered his torso. “Fell down the ridge, landed in the creek with my own arrow in me.” He motioned to his side, pausing as my eyes landed on the gauze.

“Took down a few walkers.”

“Daryl!” “I know what ya ‘bout to say. Im fine.” He stated.

I sighed softly shaking my head.

“What if you couldn’t get back? What then Daryl?” I asked. “Y’all woulda been fine, I don’t belong ‘ere anyway.” He shrugged. “How can you say that?” I asked pushing myself off of the bed.

I could feel his eyes boring into me as I paced back and forth.

“You say that you don’t belong here, but you do. You can even feed me more bullshit about how you don’t, I dare you.” I challenged. “if you did not come back, every single fibre of my being would be out there searching for you.” I paused.

I took a deep breath, turning to look at him.

“Look, wether you like it or not Daryl, I care about you, I care for you and nothing in this world will ever change that Dixon.” He kept his eyes on me, watching my every move.

“Call me selfish, call me crazy, hell you can even call me dramatic! But a part of me would've died if you didn't come back.”  

I paused for a brief moment as i tried to fight the tears.

Stupid, damn hormones.

“Stop working ya self up.” “Believe it or not, that isn’t an easy thing to do.” I sighed “why?” “Because im scared… im scared of losing you.” I paused.

I took a small step back.

“Im so damn scared, because for the first time in my life I have something to lose, someone.”

He continued to stare at me, staying silent as he listened to my rambling, as I started to pace once more.

“Im not trying to fight you Daryl. I just want you safe.” “I love ya..”

“I need you around, our baby needs you around. I-“

I paused, looking at him.

“What did you just say?”

“I love ya.” He shrugged.

“This isn’t something to joke about right now.” I sigh placing my hand against my forehead, rubbing my temple.

“I aint joking.”

“Daryl-“ I ran my hand over my face, before dropping it to my side. “Ya’ gonna say it back? Or do I need to go back ou-“ “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence Dixon.” I warned as he grabbed my hand and pulled me softly back to the bed.

I sat on the mattress and started to lay down.

My hands found his stubbled cheeks, our eyes connected and I drowned out the world for those crystal blue eyes. “I love you Daryl Dixon.”

I could feel his hands pull my face closer to his as we let reality fade away, the two of us escaping in the kiss.

Daryl rolled over to his back, gently pulling me with him.

We pulled apart as he grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and flinging it across the room, attacking my lips once again with his own.

He moved his hands down, across my body slowly, snaking them around my hips, lifting my body over his, leaving me to straddle him.

His hands gripped to my hips, not letting go, his nails leaving soft red crescent shaped indentations against my skin.

The skin on skin contact, his chest pressed against my own igniting a whirlwind of lust between us both.

I leant down and captured his lips in a deep kiss.

Daryls hands moved down to my ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as our tongues fought for dominance. 

I could feel him hardening against my inner thigh, drawing a soft mewl from my lips.

He pulled me closer, one of his hands slipping in between our bodies, moving to cup my breast.

Daryl softly pushed me back, starting to unbutton my jeans, working quickly to remove them.

Each soft touch of his fingers against my bare skin, caused shivers to run down my spine. 

I leant down and peppered kisses all over Daryls neck, from his Adam’s apple, to behind his left ear where even though he won’t admit it, Is his sweet spot.

Daryls hands harshly grabbed my ass, before softly growling into my ear, rolling his hips into my own.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, Daryl pulling it off of me and throwing it to the floor, kissing down my chest, one hand cupping one of my breasts, the other resting behind me.

He pulled my body closer to his, before groaning out in pain.

My eyes shot open and I softly move off of Daryl.

“Shit, Daryl. Are you alright?” I asked moving to examine his abdomen.

“I’m fine.” He responds, grumbling as he ran his hands over his face in frustration.

I bend down pick up my bra from the floor and put it on, I take another look around the room for the rest of my clothes.

I see my jeans and jump slightly, shimmying them on.

My eyes search the room once again, spotting my shirt hanging off of the dresser, I walked over and snatched it off.

“What are ya’ doing?” He asked as I slipped the shirt over my head.

“You’re hurt, we aren’t doing that.” I scoffed.

Daryl let a groan of frustration out and laid back, annoyance clear on his features.

I crawled onto the bed, kissing under his navel.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, brow raised.

I look up at him through my lashes, smirking as he started to breathe heavy.

I kissed down his stomach, my hands softly moving down his chest and into his waistband.

He moaned softly as my hand slipped further down his pants.

A knock on the door made us both sigh.

“Ya’ gotta be shitting me.” Daryl muttered, turing his back to the door, pulling the blanket up to cover himself.

I stood up, making my way to the door, opening it to be met with Carol.

“Hey honey.” She smiled softly.

“Hey Carol, Whats up?” “I was just dropping in to let you know dinner is ready, I brung some up for Daryl.” She smiled as she lifted a plate.

“Oh, thank you, I’ll come down and get some.” I smiled nodding softly.

I moved aside as she walked in and set the plate down.

“Ill see you soon.” I kissed Daryls cheek.

He nodded.

I left the room as Carol asked if he was okay, getting few words from the man in response.

It was a quiet walk to the dining area, but it was even more quiet there, the only sound audible being the knives and forks hitting the plates.

I took the seat in-between Andrea and Lori.

The silence had lasted about five minutes, although it felt like 5 years, and was broken by Glenn’s voice.

“Does anybody know how to play Guitar?” He paused.

“Dale found a cool one… Somebody’s gotta know how to play.” He smiled.

My head turned to Patricia as she cleared her throat.

“Otis did.” She spoke.

“Yes, and he was very good too.” Hershel confirmed.

We all continued to eat in what was now an awkward silence.

I looked around the table, to notice Shane staring longingly at Lori, I scoffed under my breath and shook my head.

The guy doesn’t know what is good for him.

Slowly but surely, everyone started finishing up their meals.

After Hershel has finished eating, he stood.

“Rick, There are matters for us to discuss.” The man mentioned stood and followed Hershel out.

Carol stood and started to clear the table.

The rest of us following, picking up plates, cutlery and glassware, taking them to the kitchen.

“Dinner was great.” Beth smiled.

“It was lovely, thank you.” Patricia added.

I started to wipe over the clean dishes after Patricia had washed them, Maggie putting them away as both Carol and Lori collected more dishes.

The six of us had the place cleaned up in half an hour.

Lori had left to be with Carl, Carol was with Dale and T-dog in the RV, Beth had gone with Jimmy, Patricia had gone to her room.

A rush of wind passed me and almost knocked me down.

“Im sorry!” Maggie called out as she ran out of the door.

I chuckled as she profusely apologised as she continued running.

I turned and started to make my way back to Daryl’s room.

“(Y/n)?”

I turned to see Hershel walking toward me.

“Good evening Hershel… What can I do for you?” “I understand that you and Daryl are in a relationship?’ He asked.

“Yes sir.” “I’d appreciate it, if the two of you were separated for the night.” “Pardon?” I asked. “You’re both adults, you can survive a night in a different bed.” He stated, brows raised.

“Oh… Right.” I nodded.

“Do I make myself clear?” 

“Of course Hershel.” “Thank you.” He nodded, turning on his heel and leaving.

I continued my walk to Daryl’s room and peeked my head through the crack in the door, being met with his soft snores.

I softly closed the door and started the walk to my tent.

I was startled awake by a foreign presence in the tent, soft breaths hitting the back of my neck.

I looked down, to see an arm draped over my body, a hand resting over my stomach.

“Relax. S’me.”

I let go of my breath, that I didn’t even realise I was holding.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” I asked, turning to face him.

“I woke up. Ya weren’t there.”

“You were asleep… you even looked peaceful.” “Ya could’a stayed, slept in a bed.” “I just wanted you to rest.” “I can’t sleep now anyway.” He muttered, pulling me closer to him under the cover, pressing a small kiss to my lips, before settling back down.

The door slightly blew against the breeze.

I looked outside and watched as the soft glow of the early morning sun reflected on the dewy grass.

I felt my consciousness slip away.

My eyes opened, I looked around to be met with an empty tent.

I stretch and get changed, poking my head out of the small door.

The sun, not as harsh as the day prior.

A smile is on my face in an instant as soon as I noticed Carl by the chicken coop with Lori.

I rushed out of my tent and walked over to the pair, waving at Dale as I passed him.

Carl had bent down, reaching his hand into the bucket of feed for the chickens, slightly pausing, causing Lori to move forward.

“Dont look so worried.” “It’s my job.” “No it’s not. You’re a housewife.”

I held in my laughter.

Lori threw the remaining seed in her hand at the boy.

“Yeah, punk? You see my house around here?” She paused.

“A housewife.” She scoffed.

“Im pretty sure your house is just over there.” I laughed, pointing at the Grimes’ tent.

Carl laughed more as Lori picked up more seed, throwing it directly into my face, before she laughed too.

“Think you’re funny huh? The pair of you.” She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I do actually, Carl, how about you?” I asked smirking

Lori shook her head as we waited for Carls response, after a moment we still hadn’t heard a response.

I turned my head to see him staring at a small group of baby chicks.

“They don't have a mother.” 

“She might be somewhere else.” Lori tried to ensure he didn’t worry. “Yeah, she might still be inside the coop.” I agreed.

“Maybe she got eaten.” Carl paused.

I turned to face Lori, who sat in shock, watching her sons every move.

Carl looked between the both of us, before continuing. “Everything is food for something else.” I tried to respond but was cut off by the door inside of the coop slamming shut, spooking some of the hens at our feet.

A twig snapped to the right of me, looking over I see Rick waking over to see his wife and son. 

“Morning (Y/n).” “Morning Rick, have you seen Shane?“ “He was out fixing a boundary fence, should be back soon.” He smiled, hugging Lori from the side. I nodded my head in thanks, before leaving the small family to greet one another.

The walk to the tent, was a short, boring one, looking around at my surroundings, my foot snagging on a branch that I could’ve sworn wasn’t there moments before.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?” Andrea asked, rushing over.

“Im fine, thank you.” I nodded.

“I saw you trip.” “I’m okay, I didn’t even hit the ground, im a pretty good catch.” I softly joked. “I don’t think you should be joking around this is serious.” “So is shooting Daryl.” I shot back.

Andrea looked down, clearly upset.

“Andrea, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that… That wasn’t fair on you.”

“No, its okay. I mean I get it. I shot Daryl, and you’re pissed.” “It was an accident. Im not mad at you, thats was a defensive mechanism.” “So, are we good?” She asked.

I nodded, earning a smile from her, before she pulled me into a hug. “id be lying if I said I haven’t ever wanted to shoot him myself.” I laughed letting go from the hug, causing her to laugh along with me.

“Apparently we all have.” She chuckled.

“I was actually on my way to see Daryl, to apologise to him, give him this book.” She held up ‘The case of the missing man’.

“Thats a great idea. Does it have pictures?” “What do pictures have to do with it?”

“Don’t let him give you a hard time. He will complain, just tell him to suck it up.” I smiled.

“Are you coming to see him?” “I was on my way to see him, but I think it’s best if I let you go in alone.” “I can come back later.” “Andrea, it snow or never.” I smiled.

She sighed, before looking at me and smiling.

“Im going.” 

She turned on her heel and headed in the same direction I was before hand.

I walked further down and seated myself on one of the protruding tree trunks.

I leant my head back and let the warm breeze dance across my skin, softly moving my hair.

The peace and quiet was short lived however as two voices kept moving closer.

“Shh. Just trust me on this, okay?” I heard Maggie plead.

“But I suck at lying. I can't even play poker. It's too much like lying.” Glenn whispered.

“You have to keep this to yourself. You have to. Please.” She desperately begged.

I shifted my head, now watching Maggie leave a conflicted Glenn.

After a moment, Glenn looked around and hastily made his way to the RV with a basket.

A bribe maybe….

I waited for five minutes before moving, not wanting to alarm either party if they had returned or forgotten something.

Walking to my tent, I thought about the whispers between Glenn and Maggie, wondering if it was about the two of them sneaking around together, or if there was something more serious happening.

As I got to my tent I found it empty.

One of Daryl’s arrows sitting on the small mattress that we shared, next to the mesh which now had holes littering the bottom from the arrow.

I shook my head and smiled, he obviously would’ve been bored.

I left the tent, and started to search for Daryl or Shane.

Both of which can apparently turn the Greene farm into a game of ‘Where’s Waldo’.

I grabbed the keys for Shane’s Hyundai and made my way over to it, pretty quickly reaching the car, I sat in the drivers seat and started the engine.

I sat in the car and noticed Glenn and Lori at the camp fire visibly disagreeing over something, Lori, acting discrete as Glenn was pushing the subject, whatever it was.

“What is going on in this group?” I muttered under my breath.

I jumped as a loud bang sounded from the passenger seat window, which I wound down for him.

I held my chest as I looked at the culprit, Shane with a dirty smirk.

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to go for a run.” “And not tell anyone?”

“I was originally going to ask If you wanted to join me.” “I ain’t going with you.” He shook his head.

“Fine. Then don’t.” I smiled, putting the car in drive.

“Hey!” Shane exclaimed noticing my movement.

“Im going on this run Shane, with you or with out you, make a decision.” “Fine! I’ll come!”

“That’s what I thought. Now. Get in.”

The car moved when Shane opened the door, making sure to noticeably throw himself angrily into the seat, and slam the door, finally letting me start the journey.

“What is with the attitude?”

“Believe me, if you had a pain in the ass like you for a sister you have one too.” “I have you for a brother. I know the pain.” “Where are we even going?” He asked as we neared the gate.

“I overheard Beth and Jimmy talking last night after dinner, Jimmy had told Beth that there is a house on maple street that looked pretty, from what I could see on the map it looks like it’s ten minutes out.”

I stopped the car at the gate.

Shane, opening the his door and running to the gate to open it, letting me drive through to the other side, before he shut it again, getting back in the passenger seat.

“A house that looked pretty? That is a stupid lead.” He shook his head, turning to look at me.

“Shane, if it looks pretty, im assuming that there’s no walkers around, it could be an easy supply raid.” “What if its over-run?” “Then we deal with it like we would any other time.” “We.” He pointed between us both. “Aren’t dealing with it. I am dealing with it.” He pointed at himself.

I rolled my eyes at his antics.

“You do realise that I have a heart, internal organs, a brain and skin right? Im not made from porcelain.” “You’re my sister, who is carrying a foetus.” “Dont call it that.” “What do I call it then?”

“Tadpole, Bean, Nugget. I don’t care, just don’t call it a foetus.” “Nugget? What kind of name is nugget?” Shane laughed.

“Im not naming it nugget. Jesus Shane. Im not naming it Bean or Tadpole either. It’s just a base name we are going to call it until it’s born.”

“Have you thought of names yet?” “Are you really asking me that?” “Is Spartacus still on the list of names?” He laughed. “Oh shut up!” “Wait, wait, wait, my favourite was always Fabio.” He laughed harder than before. “Then name your kid that.” I hit his arm, laughing with him.

“I ain’t having kids. Especially not after you have your kid. Having that one around is enough.” He laughed.

“Come on, Spartacus needs a cousin, and it looks like you and Andrea are getting close.” I teased.

“Shut up.” He sulked.

“Oh, have I hit a nerve? Does Shane Walsh have a crush on Andrea?” “Seriously, shut up, focus on the road, or you’ll get us lost.”

I smirked and shook my head as we turned onto Bellman Parade.

“Keep an eye out for Maple.”

“Im not dumb.” “Clearly you are, Andrea is great.” I smiled looking at him, to get a death glare in response.

“Maple is the next left.” He stated.

I turned left onto what could only be described as a rich area.

“I doubt these houses would have supplies.” “Can you not be a negative Nancy, who knows what’s hoarded in these houses.” “Exactly! There could be a horde.”

I pulled over on the curb infant of one of the houses, all of which are deserted and look untouched.

“We will start at house 23 and search all of them, see if we can get anything useful.”

“We aren’t separating.” “Clearly.”

We both walked onto the front porch of house number 23.

Shane opened the door, holding out his handgun infant of him, whistling into the house, waiting for any sign of movement or danger.

We waited a moment before he lowered the gun, handing it to me.

“Try not to use it. The last thing we need is every walker within a mile to come.” “I know Shane, save bullets, im not stupid.”

“I know, im just telling you to be careful.” “I appreciate it, now you search the ground floor and I’ll search upstairs.” 

He nodded.

I started to sweep through the rooms, finding small bandages, weak pain killers and a few protein bars that I found in a lunchbox.

I looked over the railing to see Shane searching the cabinet in the living room.

“Any luck?” “Not much, a few bullets, handgun and a few cans of food. What about you?”

“A few bandages, some pain killers, weak ass ones and three protein bars.”

“Alright, let’s check the next house.”

“Okay, im coming down.” 

I noticed the draw string for the attic Hanging softly.

“Shane! Come up here for a second!” “Why” “Just hurry up!” “Okay, im coming.” He muttered coming up.

“Pull the drawstring down.” “Why do you want to go up into a creepy attic?” “What if they have a weapons box up there?” “It’d be extremely lucky to just guess there’s one.” He laughed grabbing it and pulling it down, the ladder slowly emerging from the ceiling.

Before the ladder had a chance to hit the ground, dust was crumbling from the opening.

I swatted the dust from my face and sneezed.

“Looks like you’re still a geek.” Shane snickered.

“Ow!” He pulled his arm back, rubbing where my fist connected with his arm.

I climbed the ladder and looked around the attic.

Boxes labelled from numerous festive seasons, to ‘dad’s trophies 1988’, to ‘home videos’ and ‘1967-2009 family photos’.

I stepped into the attic and ventured further into the dim space.

I began moving the boxes out of the way, searching in various ones to see what we could utilise.

“Any luck?” Shane called out from the ladder.

“Not yet.” I called out searching another unlabelled box.

I discarded the box to the side, the box hitting one of the chairs. 

A domino affect had spilt a few of the boxes, one of which had gardening equipment that had spread over the floor boards.

“(Y/n)! Hey! Are you okay?” I heard Shane and his heavy steps running in my direction. 

“Yeah. I’m good.” I breathed out

“I found these shears, hatchets, multi-tools.”

“If there’s any rope, grab it.”

“I know Shane.”

I look to my right noticing the extra pair of hands searching through the contents of the box.

“Let’s take what we have so far to the car.”

 I nodded in agreement, moving back towards the ladder.

We searched the next three houses and found various food cans, more medicine, even a first aid box that was filled to the brim.

The fifth house we entered, both the front door and the back door had been wide open.

“Might have a few neighbours.” Shane said as he walked onto the porch.

“Wait out here, I’ll go in and see what we’re dealing with.”

“What if-“ “I will handle it.”

I nodded and waited while Shane did a run through, entering the house when he gave the signal.

This house was empty, compared to the others.

“We will start on this floor, work our way up.” Shane nodded, entering one of the bathrooms.

On then entire ground floor we couldn’t find anything.

“We might have better luck upstairs..” I suggested, making my way up to the next floor.

“Maybe.” He agreed.

My hand reached out to the door in front of me and I lightly pushed it open, pastel pink and blue wallpaper came into view.

I walked into the room, finding dual cribs in opposite corners of the room, a few scattered plush toys on the ground, the walls were ruined with blood splattering along the wall nearest the crib at the window.

 A few photos discarded from a photo album that had been thrown around.

I picked up one of the photos and examined it.

A gorgeous blonde woman sat next to a handsome man, each holding a baby in their arms.

“(Y/n)?” I felt Shane tap my shoulder.

“Huh? Yeah?”

“Ive been calling out for 10 minutes. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry.” “What do you have?” “I just found this.” I paused and showed him the picture.

“I hope they got out safely.” I continued. “Im sure they did.” He took the picture and placed it on the shelf.

“I think it’s time to go.” Shane held my arm and guided me from the room.

We walked back to the car and stopped before getting in.

“Do you want me to drive?” “I got it.” I shook my head with a soft smile.

Series Masterlist Next Part 

#twd #The Walking Dead #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #x reader #fanfiction

[bibibuckleyy]

my thoughts on ‘The taking of Dispach 9-1-1′

this was SUCH a good episode from start to finish! *pulls out a slide show* Now i’ll show you breaking down every. single. scene-

jk lmao...unless?

spoilers below the cut!

lord. have. mercy.

these hoes are givin me major heist vibes

tiffany bby ur the driver but for me to acknowledge you as such you better be Letty Ortiz good hun

wow these thugs are a lot my organized than i first thought like i know they was carryin guns but i aint know they was packin this much like damn

Oceans 8 who?

so i wanna know where they just...got a cop car???

OH HELL NAH Y’ALL BEST NOT MESS WITH TERRY

I MEAN ANA MAY BE HIS SISTER

AND  SHE MAY BE MAKIN MOVES ON EDDIE 

BUT IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE TERRY FLORES SO YOU GET YOUR GUN AWAY FROM SUNSHINE BBY

it’s kinda funny rewatching this scene when you know what’s about to go down

like i’m cacklin like ‘oh shooooot dramaaaa’

but i’m also like ‘SOMEONE GRAB JOSH AND RUN’

“temporary maintenance, happens all the time” cool cool cool 

i’m not freakin out you’re freakin out

josh and maddie are like friend goals i love their dynamic like yoooo

hi yes could you please get that gun away from terry’s head i would really appreciate it.

OMG SECURITY DUDE NOOOO

wow ur like the only line of defense in the dispatch center and they just kicked ur ass

is this where our tax dollars are goin??

fly high josh’s mug, fly high

that absolute look of fear on his face tho, still breaks my heart

josh russo defense squad post up homies

“i love you, howie” nope nope nope didn’t like it the second time either

when that gun went off

LET ME TELL YOU

i just,,,waited for the blood to start comin out of terry

thank god it wasn’t him

good scene lmaooo 9-1-1 writers i hate you all lmao lmao

“bees are the least of your troubles here, sweetheart” I HATE YOU DUDE

someone call mama grant please

“we’ve got dispatch” i do not like this ma’am i’d like to speak to the manager

“you’ll shoot us” man shut the hell up-

“no, we’ll shoot the person next you you” this dude is insane

lookin like mr.clean’s evil cousin LMAOOOOO

“you only do something like this so you can do something...worse”

um whAT-

“you’re being paranoid, she’s fine” CHIMNEY NO NO NO

i don’t think i’ve ever thrown this much popcorn at my tv in my life

as chimney said “don’t do it man” just picture a 5′5 lightskinned girl tripping over her blanket while yelling “DO IT CHIM, DO IT!” and you’ll have me

“sorry, we are experiencing a high call volume” BITCH MORE LIKE A HIGH CRIME VOLUME SOMEBODY GET MAMA GRANT DAMNIT-

*screams* BUUUUUUUUCK 

HI BBY

ooh nice shirt, i guess pink isn’t the only color that suits ya

he looks good in all the colors

whole damn snaaaaack

not to be an idiot on main but seriously, who watches the watchmen?

“i miss like an earthquake or something?” lmao chim is a whole vibe

“wait....why are you calling 9-1-1, is everything ok?” paired with that cute adorable concerned face he made is making me cry ok we don’t deserve buck T-T

“she’s at the call center, what could happen?” AT LOT ACTUALLY

OH THANK YOU JESUS IT’S ATHENA FUCKIN FINALLY 

*cries* mama grant you won’t believe the day i’ve had

“he’s my husband” LMAOOOOO WHAT

whoa tiffany we’ve already had our fair share of mail bombs here that bet’ not be what i think it is

THE PACKAGE IS VIBRATING AND BLINKING TAKE COVER-

ohhhhhhhhhh

it’s just takin out the security systems lmao 

“technical difficulties” BITCH MORE  LIKE CRIMINAL DIFFICULTIES

“i bet this woman really thinks you’re...worthwhile.” JOSH BBY DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD HE SAYS EVERYONE LOVES YOU

ahaha thanks i did not need those flashbacks it hurt enough the first time 

“a woman called about an omelet, i dispatched an officer”

“to the restaurant?”

“not exactly”

???

“i tried calling josh, but no answer” aww josh and buck are friendssssss :)

JOSH HAS BEEN ADOPTED BY THE FIREFAM PASS IT ON

:0

JOSH YOU GENIUS

YOU SMART SMART CINNAMON ROLL

MAMA GRANT IT’S TIME TO MAKE SOME MOVES

“nO NO CHIMNEY DON’T HANG UP!” i shouldn’t have laughed so hard

oh great he’s hastily grabbing his jacket. he’s about to do something rash and irresponsible

....someone call eddie.

that’s some good heist music right there

the bad guys look stressed....good.

“you’re here so i can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t do anything foolish” BUT YOU LEFT BUCK

OK BUCK I LOVE YOU BBY

BUT YOU HAVE THIS HABIT OF TURNIN INTO SPECIAL AGENT 007 REAL FAST WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN TROUBLE MAN

LIKE

HE’S THE ‘EVERYONE BEFORE ME’ MEMBER OF THE FIREFAM

mama grant i ain’t questionin your authority or nun but like???

WHY WOULD YOU NOT KEEP AN EYE ON BUCK TOO?

HE’S THE MOST LIKELY CANDIDATE TO DO SOMETHIN STUPID

thats some reckless drivin there buckaroo

buck who were you tryna fool tho

athena only knows one golden retriever dude in this city who drives a grey and black jeep

“ok now, don’t be mad” LMAOOOOOOOO

HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAVE SCENES

HE KNEW HIS MOM WAS PISSED TOO LMAOOOO

athena’s look is sending meeeeee 😂😂

omg my god😭😂

“hey buck”

“...hey chim”

athena has some dumbass kids yo

the best part is, she knows it

the way mr. clean broke his neck when dude said ‘police cruiser’ LMAOOOO

“and if it’s not normal?”

“we’ll find out”

*blasts boss bitch*

i love the way buck is kinda concerned for his mom tho

and athena’s just like ‘it’s no sweat sweetie i do this every day’

“shoot her”

BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO

YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH

I’LL TELL YOU THAT

“shoot her, now”

try her bitch, see what happens to yo ass. 

the 118

the call center

the entire fandom 

we will collectively end you

“we got a report of a code 77″

THANK GOD THAT GOT ATHENA OUT OF THERE

what is a code 77 you say?

“ambush, proceed with caution”

well it sure nuff aint indecent exposure

*boss bitch keeps playing cause that was super smart for her to give out a code 77*

“maddie is smart, she can take care of herself until help gets there”

HELL YEA SHE CAN

SHE KICKED DOUG’S ASS SHE’LL KICK YOURS TOO

“they’re not gonna wanna leave behind a room full of witnesses”

i’m-i’m fine, i swear-

“killing people, your solution to every problem”

excuse me? do i hear morals??

they’re really fighting each other

they some grade a stupid right there 

there’s no way they are pullin this off

terry

terry what are you doing

TERRY

RUN TERRY RUN GO GO GO

OH SHIT

JOSHHHHHHHH

i thought they were gonna shoot terry

BUT JOSH CAME THROUGH IN THE CLUTCH

wowwwwww dispatch is a lot more badass than i thought

these dudes are hard core

OH

OH JOSH NO BBY

THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURT

aii square tf up mr. clean we don’t hit josh here and you gon have to pay for that one

the way everyone is just quietly sobbing tho

it saddens me

“I need another thirty minutes”

i’m really enjoying watching this dude’s plan crumble around him

swat posted up aii i see yall

“we’ll try to get eyes in a damn windowless room”

well when you put it that way it sounds like this is hopeless

“i’m sorry i thought you were crazy”

“i’m sorry i wasn’t”

wow i don’t think i was supposed to laugh at that

and chim bein concerned for maddie is literally one if the best things ever y’all.

completely unrelated note, anybody else see bad boys for life?

“yeah i’m ok, my ears are just ringing a little” with the TEARS and the SNIFFLES and him SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN JOSH IS TOO PURE FOR THIS 

“why do you think we asked for so many RA units?” BITCH I KNOW YOU FUCKIN LYIN

for those of y’all that ain’t kno, RA units are rescue ambulance units

way to reassure people, lady

it’s like she said ‘everyone might be lightly shot by the time this is all over’

“so you are worried. it makes sense, cause all your friends keep dissappearing are they even in the same building?” WITH THAT LOOK OF STRAIGHT SPITE DAMN MADDIE BUCKLEY, DAMNNN

we stan the BAMF BUCKLEYS

“oh my god, LINDA??” lo key thought this was real for a second

“latex! is there latex in your gloves?” greg come on man you planned a heist you can’t be this stupid

SURPRISE! LINDA IS ALLERGIC TO BEES

ENJOY YOUR EPINEPHRINE ASSHOLE

OH

OH WOW

WOW DISPATCH

Y’ALL JUST-

WOW

EVERYONES GOT GUNS AND EVERYTHING OH MY GODDDDD

GIVE IT UP FOR DISPATCH 

you know it’s really funny, cause tiffany ain’t nowhere to be found

“next one goes in your head” OOOOOOOOOOOH SHE’S A BOSS ASS BITCH BROOO YESSSSSSS

(i know, two different songs, but ya gotta admit, it applies)

“you don’t get to die” 

i just-

hands down, most powerful line in the whole episode.

it’s an odd form of vengeance, saving the man that attacked you multiple times from the release of death

 that’s what it would’ve been tho

a release

he would’ve died, and he wouldn’t of had to pay for any of his actions

but instead, josh saved his sorry ass

so he gets to pay for this in the land of the living

the best revenge, actually

and, josh saved a life

he’s worthwhile

“i’m not goin back” well i knew mr. clean was gonna die from the beginning sooooooo

“we’ve got dispatch”  and it’s finally over

i’m kinda bummed that we didn’t get to see SEAL!buck or the rest of the firefam but we got  BAMF!dispatch and that was enough lmao

kudos to those off duty dispatches as well, like y’all just walked past the dead body and moved on from the whole hostage situation to do your already stressful job

CHIM’S FACE WHEN HE SEES MADDIE I AM SOBBING

THEY SAID MADNEY RIGHTS Y’ALL😭😭😭

this hug is everythinggggg 

lo key buck watching from afar breaks my heart ahaha

“she already has everything she needs”

....this is tea for another day, but...

buck, you do know people need you as much as you need them, right?

....right?

still not over that hug tho

ayeeee wassup bobby!

how was the camping trip i was extremely against?

oooooh i love the crime recaps!

i may or may not have been like buck in the bank episode when he said ‘i’m some confused, can you start over’

...ahem....

“wait....you didn’t round her up too?”

ok listen....

while i don’t condone stealing and and the extreme amount of violence they used,

i do condone outsmarting men that think less of you because you are a woman

you are a boss tiffany, and i’m actually kind of sad you got caught

“tiffany was the real mastermind” can i just.....

*BLASTS BOSS BITCH FROM THE ROOFTOPS CAUSE WOMEN OWNED THIS EPISODE! THEY WERE SO DAMN BADASS*

thanks 9-1-1 writers for that, btw. 

gotta admit, as much as they rip out our hearts and stomp on em, they know what they are doin

jake you shady shady bitch

ngl tho both plans were solid 

maybe if it was done completely by women it would’ve worked :)

“looks  like your trip’s been delayed...by about 5 to 15 years” athena you got the best lines yo

jake f’ed up the other plan too lmaoo

like i said, if it was all women, they would’ve pulled this off

and they end it with madney

gosh i loved this episode

So! These were my thoughts on 3x14! Let me know what you think, and hit up my ask box if you want me to post my thoughts on another episode! Later taters!

Oh yeah, if you liked this you can find my thoughts on ‘Pinned’ here!

#911 fox #911 on fox #911 season 3 #911 spoliers #madney #maddie buckley #evan buckley #chimney han #athena grant #my thoughts #kat lmaooo

[iamknicole]

Just the Two of Us (16)

HAHN AU

Charles had given Lainey and her brothers a short tour of the governor's mansion before they settled in the living room. The conversation seemed to be going well which Lainey was glad for.

"Aye, don't you need to call your friends." Zion suggested nudging his sister's leg.

Lainey looked at him then her other brothers who were watching her. Grabbing her phone, she got up and kissed Charles cheek before leaving the room. She went upstairs to the room she'd picked and called Melissa.

"I'm so damn mad at you," Melissa said as soon as she answered.

"I aint did shit to you, girl." Lainey laughed.

Melissa mimicked her laugh. "You on speaker, Marcie's right here and yes you did. While you gettin some, me and Marcie gon be at this boring ass dinner party."

"I'm not getting anything, I'm just spending time with Charles."

Marcie sucked her teeth, "Girl, please. As soon as your brothers leave its gonna be showtime. Get some for the two of us too."

Lainey laid back on the bed laughing loudly. "Marcie, you got turbo and Mel, you got the bitch. Yall will live."

Marcie laughed and whispered into the phone, "Mel doesn't want the bitch, she wants your brother. Bad."

"Too damn bad," Lainey responded playfully. "My brothers have morals. They're not side pieces."

"Did you hear that, Marcie? Brothers ... plural ... Cam included."

"Yall better stop looking at my brothers," she laughed, "Anyway, so he gave me my own room down the hall from him. Do yall think he did that cause my brothers here or he really wants me to sleep in a different room?"

"I think that he's being a gentleman. He's letting you know that if you're not comfortable sleeping in the bed with him, you can have your own space." Marcie explained.

"Uhuh and he's also leaving the door open for you. If you wanna go crawl into his bed then you can," Melissa added, "So you do just that. Crawl into that bed and onto him."

While they laughed and joke around on the phone, the men were having a serious conversation about Lainey.

"We not tryna be in yall business or nothing, we just care about our sister's well being and her safety," Cam explained calmly. "She's our biggest concern."

Charles nodded, he genuinely cared about their feelings. "And that's understandable. I assure you that your sister is safe with me. Whenever she's here, she may not like it but you're all welcome to come too."

Benny's mind went to the questions his sister asked him and he frowned. "I think you a good dude and all that but don't take advantage of my sister. Aight? Don't break her heart."

"Look, I have a little sister so I get it, I understand. I haven't and won't make your sister do anything she doesn't want to do. At this point in life, I'm not looking for short term, I'm looking at this relationship to be long term. Alaina is," Charles paused to smiled. He wiped his hand over his face trying to wash the blush away. "She special."

Zion, who had been sitting quietly with a slight mug in his face, cracked a smile. He was more about vibes, energy and listening rather than talking. He was not a man of many words.

"Grown ass man like you and she make ya ass blush like that? I trust you man. But don't fuck this up," Zion said quietly leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Charles nodded, "I got it. So ... we all good here?"

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Lainey and Charles walked her brothers to the door together. Benny pulled her to the side to talk to her.

"Aye, you got what I gave you?" He said in a low tone.

"Ummm," she paused trying to think, "Oh the condoms? Yeah, they're in my bag."

Benny nodded letting their brothers know he was coming. "Aight. They're only for just in case, you don't gotta use em."

Lainey nodded and hugged her brother one more time. Once they were gone, Charles led her back to the living room and pulled her onto the sofa with him. He brought her hand to his lips.

"Happy you came?"

"Very. Thank you for putting up with my brothers, I know they're a lot and they're not the nicest."

Charles laughed, "We actually had a nice conversation. They were just worried about you and I cant say that I blame them."

Lainey eyed him carefully. "They threatened you, didn't they?"

"No, silly. The four of us have an understanding. I don't hurt you and they let you be. Hungry?"

"I ... how did you do that?"

Charles kissed her hand again still laughing. "I didn't do anything but talk to them. Now yes or no? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. Want me to cook? I don't mind." She said about to get up.

Charles pulled her closer to him, nuzzling her neck before kissing her there. "No, I didn't ask you here to do that. This weekend is about us spending time together and me spoiling you. I'm taking you out."

"Out? Like out, out?"

"Yeah, beautiful. We're gonna go out to dinner and see where that takes us. Sound good?" He asked kissing her again.

"Uuumm...uhuh. Yeah it does," Lainey said slowly.

Charles nodded letting her go. "Alright ima give you some time to get ready. I'll be in my office when you're done, beautiful."

In Maxine, Melissa was standing off in the corner of the Montgomery living room sipping her drink and watching the people around her. Prior to this, her and Lainey had already had a conversation about Marcie's neighbors and they didn't like nor trust them. They felt that way about Randall as well.

"You came with Marcie, didn't you?"

Melissa stared at the two women that approached her. "Yup, I did."

"You live around here or you work with her?"

Melissa had to fight the frown that wanted to show. "Who are you two?"

"I'm Esperanza and this is Natalie. What's your name?"

After being around the Herrington family, Melissa figured out real quick how to read people. And in the little interaction, she didn't like what she got from Esperanza and Natalie.

"Its Melissa. I don't live around here and I don't work with Marcie. She's my friend."

Natalie looked her up and down, "So where you from?"

Melissa didn't fight the frown this time. When she got ready to tell them, she saw Marcie rushing out the door. She gave them a less than pleasant smile and followed her friend. Following Marcie across the lawn and into the house, Melissa grabbed her friend's wrist as soon as they were in the house.

"Girl, you almost made me fall. Where's the fire?"

"I just had to get out of there before I slapped Randall's ass." She complained kicking off her heels. "I swear he almost makes the prison time worth it."

Melissa sat her glass down and approached her friend. "Hey, what's wrong? Seriously. You're never this angry, you're usually happy."

"We're in the kitchen talking about some damn trip Brad and Alex went on with Brad and he takes out his phone so I peek over and he's texting that bitch he's been cheating with. In front of my damn face!"

"Wait .. he what? He's been cheating? And you're still here?"

Marcie nodded pushing her hair behind her ears. "Yeah because we talked about it and he agreed that it was done."

Constant binging started to irritate Marcie, she grabbed Melissa's hand and pulled her along to the office space she shared with her husband and sat at the computer. Melissa leaned onto the desk watching her.

"What're you doing?"

"His messages. He has them hooked up to his computer still." Marcie pulled them up so they could read them. "Wait ... wait .... that bitch is at the party?"

Melissa scoffed, "Thats why his ass was so eager to go. Who is it? See if she sent him any pictures."

Marcie scrolled through the text thread but didn't see any pictures.

"What kind of name is 'Pepa' anyway? Sounds stupid."

"That's what he calls her," Marcie explained rolling her eyes. "You know what? Come on. We're going back."

"Yes! Let's go beat her ass!"

Marcie laughed getting up out of the chair. "No, girl. We're going back to see if we can figure it out who the bitch is."

"And then beat her ass?" Melissa asked following her out of the office.

Marcie slipped into a pair of flats shaking her head at her friend. "You have been around Lainey's little feisty ass too long. We are not beating anybody's ass."

Melissa rolled her eyes but agreed.

While the women looked around the dinner party, Lainey was laughing at the story Charles was telling her. He took her to a nice restaurant and made sure they were seated away from others but she was still able to see the restaurant.

"I swear thats how it happened. I got the scar on my back to prove it." Charles laughed picking up his glass to take a sip.

"A scar," she repeated trying to contain her laughter, "I bet you never jumped another fence."

Charles shrugged playfully sitting his glass back down. "I could say that but it would be a lie. I was rough as hell when I was younger, my mama got tired of having to patch me up."

"I bet she was. I wouldve been too, hell."

Charles licked his lips watching her. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for her and how happy he was that she didn't turn him down. When she spoke to him, he could tell that she felt free and comfortable like she didnt have to hide and he could appreciate that.

"Are you listening to me?" She asked laughing.

"Honestly? No, I was just staring at you. I'm just happy you're here."

"I told you I was gonna come and I meant it. I wouldn't leave you hanging."

The smile on Charles' face grew as he leaned over to pull her chair next to his. She laughed and leaned against him. When Lainey went to say something, Charles cut her off with a kiss. The thought now long gone, Lainey kissed him back allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth. He put his hand on her thigh, squeezing it.

"Governor, I wasn't aware you were here with company. I guess I should've asked."

Pulling away with a groan, Charles turned his attention to his associate that stood at his table. His smile had turned into glare.

"What can I do for you, Jim?" He asked completely unenthused.

Jim gave a tight smile then looked at Lainey. "Well, well, you are that pretty little hair stylist. Lainey, right?"

Charles held his hand up when he heard Lainey start to say something not taking his eyes off Jim.

"This is Lainey, yes. And she's here with me. What can I do for you? I'm in the middle of dinner right now."

"Me and my ... companion were heading to our table and I just wanted to come and speak. Are uh you two a thing," Jim asked with a sly smile.

Charles chuckled to himself and stood, "Jim, we're cordial and associates through David. What I do in my personal life is none of your concern or business. Go on and have your dinner."

Charles held his hand out for Lainey and helped her out of her chair. He guided her in front of him and brushed past Jim.

"Keep that mansion warm for me, will ya?" Jim threw over his shoulder.

Charles didn't respond just continued to follow Lainey through the restaurant and Jim went to the table he planned on sharing with Candace. Charles helped her into the back of the black SUV before getting in beside her. He was only ever around Jim because of David, other than that he couldn't stand him. Lainey moved closer to him putting her legs in his lap.

"You okay? I thought yall were friends?"

"Him and I are not friends and never have been. He and I are associates through David."

"Oooh. Yeah David seems nice. Jim and the president were every bit as sleazy as I heard they are. They make me uncomfortable."

Charles looked over at her and kissed her.

"That's noted. Jim is a piece of entitled shit." Charles explained. "He can't even respect his wife enough to try to hide the shit he does. And thinks just because his wife comes from old money that he's gonna be elected governor."

"Kayheryn seems nice. Is she as bad as him?"

Charles shook his head rubbing his hand up and down her leg. "No, she's pretty much the sweetest woman you'll meet in her status. Now Veronica, she's worse than him but I'm sure you knew that already."

Lainey nodded, "Yeah, she was nice to me but listening to the way she talked that day I did their hair was a no and how she treats my Melissa. I dont like it."

"That's another thing. She knows her son is gay but is blackmailing Melissa into being with him. David tried to help her, hell I had tried to but Veronica is convincing as hell."

Lainey frowned reaching to turn on the courtesy light so she could see his face. "Blackmail? Melissa did not tell me that."

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Marcie and Melissa were unsuccessful in finding the other woman at the party. Kelly ended up inviting the two of them over to her house as well as Natalie and Esperanza, once the party started to die down.

"Yall seem to know a lot about what goes on," Melissa said after listening to the women talk.

Esperanza nodded, "I mean pretty much. Nothing gets past us."

Melissa glanced at Marcie to see if she wanted her to stop. When Marcie nodded she took the green light.

"I heard a few people saying the name Pepa at the party but I don't know if I saw her. She sounds cool. Who is that?"

Natalie and Esperanza shrugged clearly clueless.

"How did you even find out about Pepa?"

Melissa smiled at Kelly, "I just told you I heard people saying the name. You must know who it is. So who is it? I wanna meet her."

Natalie looked between them confused. "Who the hell is Pepa?"

"Yeah," Marcie nodded, "Who is that? I've never met her."

"Pepa is one of our neighbors, Marcie. I dont know how you don't know."

Marcie laughed trying to maintain her cover. She hadn't felt close enough to her neighborhood friends to share the cheating thing with them. And this moment made her proud of that decision.

Kelly sighed, "She's a neighbor. You can't miss her."

Melissa hummed.

"Marce, it's getting late. I need to get home. You ready?"

Marcie almost corrected her to remind her that she was spending the night but she caught herself. Saying goodnight to her friends, Melissa started their walk back down to Marcie's house until something caught Marcie's eye.

"Oh hell no," she growled under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" Melissa asked grabbing her friend's hand so she wouldn't take off as she did earlier.

Marcie pointed to the sticker on the back of the SUV.

"Its Alex. Thats why his ass is always so fucking happy to go over there. Cause he's fucking her!"

"Hey ... Hey ... calm down. We're not gonna make a scene out here, we're not gonna go after her yet." Melissa reasoned sofly. "We're gonna wait for him to bring his ass home and take care of him first and then we'll handle her. Yes?"

Marcie nodded waiting for Melissa to let her go. She thought about it for a second trying to make her choice. "Let's go back in there. I wanna see what they're doing."

Even though she knew she shouldn't, Melissa agreed and went back into the house with her. Brad was talking to a few people in the living room while Randall and Alex stood in the kitchen talking to a different group of people. Marcie's blood boiled seeing Randall try to slyly put his hand on the other woman's ass.

Walking at a normal pace as not to alarm her friend, Marcie approached Brad and dug a folded stack of papers from her purse. She handed it to him and told him to have fun then walked over to the door a bright smile on her face. Melissa was cursing Lainey out in her head for not being there. When they got into the house, they went up to the guest bedroom.

"What did you just do, Marcie?"

"I told you that we weren't going to beat her ass but I didn't say that I wouldn't ruin her marriage like she ruined mine. I gave Brad copies of the messages."

Melissa laughed scratching her head, "See, I shouldve stayed my ass home. So what now? Cause they're gonna come over here."

"Well," Marcie shrugged sitting on the bed, "We wait for shit to hit the fan."

As they waited, Lainey laid in the bedroom Charles set up for her. Her and Charles had gotten ice cream before coming back to his place and going their separate ways. Charles let her know that he would leave his door unlocked if she wanted to come in and he was down the hall to yell if she needed him. It was weird for her being away from home and her brothers especially Benny. Figuring hearing his voice would make her feel better and maybe even sleepy, she called her big brother. He answered on the third ring.

"Miss me already, big head?" He laughed into the phone.

Lainey laughed softly, "A little bit. Feels weird not being home."

"Nothing wrong with that. I'm glad you called me but you know it's okay to tell him that you need to be comforted. Right?"

"Is it? Should I tell him that?"

"Yeah, you gotta be honest and open in relationships," Benny explained, "If you don't communicate the relationship won't go anywhere and he sees a future with you."

"You lie."

Benny laughed, "I'm not, I wouldn't lie about that. He told us himself. So go on and talk to him."

"He's probably sleep."

"And he won't mind if you wake him up but I honestly doubt he's sleepin. Get up and get in there, my future wife callin me."

Lainey sucked her teeth, "Your what? Who is that?"

"Melissa, duh. I love you, be safe and good night."

Lainey said it back and hung up. She waited a few minutes before getting out of her bed. She fixed her fitted cami dress as she walked down the hallway to his room. Easing the door open and closing it behind herself, Lainey tipped over to his bed and put her phone on the nightstand before touching his arm.

"Charles."

Opening his eyes, he stretched for a moment and smiled at her. "Yes ma'am?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said quietly, "I can't sleep, it's been a long time since I've been away from my family."

Scooting over, Charles lifted his covers slightly for her to climb in. When she did, he put the covers down and got comfortable on the other side of the bed.

"Why you over there?" She asked staring at him under the moonlight coming from his windows.

Charles smiled sleepily. "If you want me to come closer I will."

"Come closer."

Moving to the middle of the bed, Charles pulled her into him, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her kissing her shoulder.

"Comfortable?" He asked in her ear.

Lainey nodded slowly. "Is that your dick?"

Charles chuckled in her ear, "Did you think I was playing when I told you I sleep naked?"

"I ... yes. I feel overdressed," she joked.

Charles kissed her neck and rubbed the inside of her thigh. "If it makes you uncomfortable I'll put shorts on."

Turning in his arms, Lainey moved to kiss him hard. Charles moved his hands up her dress, deepening the kiss. Her phone lighting up on the dresser was being ignored by the both of them as they focused on each other.

#hahn au #have and have nots au

[doyouevenshipbr0]

gruvia drabble

~gruvia week: day five//heartache + day six//comfort~

author's note: now. its 12:14 AM as im starting this so like technicallyyyyy its day 6 lmao butttt its also kinda day 5??? and this fic just fits well with both categories. enjoy bbies<3

DSICLAIMER WAIT ok SO this one is a liiiittle heavy i aint gonna lie. its about gray dealing with his trauma a little bit after all these years. i feel like my bb is hurting and it should be addressed. things get kinda heavy, kinda cheesy, and this is deeeffffinitely repetitive from other stuff ive wrtitten before but hopefully i did my idea some justice. ok NOW enjoy<3333

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Gray peered his head over to the left. Then to the right. Then he spun a little bit. And then repeat.

"Gray, is everything alright?" Mira asked him from behind the bar as he sat--well, hardly-- on a stool.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He continued looking around, scanning the guild. "Hey, have you seen Juvia today?" He blurted.

Mira was taken aback by the insistence in his voice. "No, she and Gajeel took a mission last night. They should be back soon, though."

"What?" Gray spat out. He stopped looking around for a moment and had his eyes dead on Mira.

A playful idea popped in her mind. "You know, If you would just finally ask Juvia out on a date and made things official then I bet you'd know these things. After all, isn't the poor girl waiting for your answer?" She smirked, hoping to get a rise out of him while still speaking truth.

Gray blushed and anxiously furrowed his brows. "That doesn't have anything to do with this." He muttered, and then went back on track. "So she did go on a mission?"

"Um..." She paused and raised a brow. She couldn't figure out why Gray was acting so odd. "Yes she and Gajeel went on a job. She seemed very excited for it. It's her first mission since things with Alvarez happened."

"Yeah, I know that." He snapped. "Do you know anything about the job? Where it's at? How dangerous it is?"

Mira flinched. "No... she didn't say?"

"Shit." Gray ran a shaking hand through his hair.

"Are you sure you're alright, Gray?" She leaned towards him.

Gray looked at Mira and collected himself. "Yeah. Sorry. I- uh" He spastically rose from the stool. "I gotta' go."

Just as he began to leave, Juvia and Gajeel made their way through the guild doors. Both of their clothes were tattered and ripped, both of their hair was wilder than usual. Gajeel had an arm draped over Juvia as he hobbled on one leg, and Juvia was supporting him. That was all Gray could see from a distance, but he didn't stay that far for long.

"Juvia? Gajeel? What happened." Gray was quickly approaching them.

"Nothin' serious." Gajeel answered first. "Guess we're just a little out of practice since we spent an eternity building the guild back up." He huffed.

"Mira-san, do you know if Porlyusica-san is nearby?" Juvia finally spoke, but was still hiding a bit under Gajeel as she assisted him. "We think Gajeel-kun may have broken his ankle."

"She should be. I'll go get her and tell her to meet Gajeel in the infirmary." Mira replied and began to walk away.

"I'm alright, Rain Woman." Gajeel grunted and finally let his arm fall down from her shoulder. "Don't gotta' make a fuss."

"You're hurt, Gajeel-kun. You don't have to be so stubborn." She furrowed her brows.

Finally, she fixed her gaze onto Gray. "Hello, Gray-sama!" In a flash, her arms were draped around him and one of her feet was kicked in the air. Gray stumbled back and uncomfortably held his arms hovering over her.

"I would take my own advice if I were you. You took a pretty bad beating yourself. I bet you have a concussion." He nagged back.

"A what?" Gray quickly pulled Juvia away from him with his hands on her shoulder. That was the first time he got a good look at her face. Her lip was busted up, there was dry blood stained on her nose, and her left eye was almost swollen shut and it was turned a purple-ish color.

"Juvia's fine!" She nervously laughed as she tried to dim down the seriousness. "Nothing a kiss from my darling Gray-sama couldn't fix." Juvia sang and leaned towards Gray, but he was already gone.

He brushed right by her in a moment and had Gajeel grabbed by the neck of his collar.

"What the fuck happened?" Gray growled.

"Gray-sama!" Juvia yelled.

"What do you mean what happened?!" Gajeel barked back. "We went on a mission, we got thrown around a bit. This shit happens, Fullbuster, or are you suddenly new here?"

"Her face is completely beat to shit and she might have a fucking concussion?! What the fuck were you doing, huh? Sitting around twiddling your fingers as Juvia took that beating?!" At this point, Gray had backed Gajeel up on the wall.

"Gray-sama, stop this!" Juvia ran up to Gray and grabbed onto his shoulder, trying to pry him off, but it was no use.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Gajeel tried to ease up Gray's grip, but he was far too weak from the mission.

"Why didn't you protect her?!" Gray was practically screaming, only inches away from Gajeel.

"Please, Gray-sama!" Juvia cried out.

"Just step away, Ur!" Gray's voice cracked.

Juvia stopped. She took her hands off of Gray and took a step back. "...Ur?" She whispered.

"I-I-" Gray's hands shook even more, and his grip on Gajeel faded. "I mean, Ultear-- I mean-- Juvia!" He finally said, and his knees buckled as his hands unconsciously let go of Gajeel.

Gajeel's eyes were wide. He looked back from Gray to Juvia.

"I- I-" Gray's voice quivered, and his whole body went pale and cold. He finally looked at Juvia and was met with watered up eyes filled with sorrow and confusion. "I have to go." Gray said under his breath and practically ran out the guild.

No one said a word, and Juvia watched Gray run away from her. She felt completely helpless. It was obvious that he was hurting from something, and he needed someone.

"Juvia's going after him." She began out the guild, but Gajeel grabbed her wrist.

"Not until Porlyusica takes a look at ya'." His voice was gravely. "Plus I think he needs some time to himself anyway."

After Porlyusica treated Juvia with a couple stitches, some spells, and a potion, she felt much better and was ready to face Gray. She quickly went back to her apartment, put on some clean clothes, and made her way to Gray's place.

As she stood in front of his door, she fiund herself nervous--which was something that hardly happened when it came to Gray. Finally, she built up the courage to knock on his door.

He opened it with the normal cold look on his face, but his eyes looked emptt. He still remained as pale as he was that moment in the guild, and he just hardly looked like himself.

"Gray-sama, can-"

"I'm alright. Just go home." Gray quickly tried to close the door.

"Wait!" Juvia put a hand up and pushed.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I'm just tired. Let me get some rest." They continued to struggle between the door until Gray finally won, getting the door shut.

"Gray-sama, please!" Juvia called out. "What happened earlier, that wasn't like you. You need to talk about whatever's on your mind, love." Her voice softened, and she hoped he stayed nearby to hear her.

"Please let me in. Juvia just wants to talk." After a long pause, the door slowly opened.

"Ok. Come in." Gray said under his breath and quickly walked away from the door.

Juvia hastily followed him, shutting the door behind her. She trailed behind as he made his was to his living room and sat down on his couch. She followed suit, sitting on an opposing chair in the room.

"So, whaddya' wanna' talk about?" He planted his elbows on his knees and leaned forward.

"Well..." Juvia nervously started. "Let's begin with your aggression towards Gajeel-kun."

"I just haven't gotten much sleep." He immediately replied. "I was tired, irritable, and I was pissed when I saw one of my comrades hurt."

Juvia felt the word "comrade" sting her fragile heart. "Alright..." She brushed it off. "Still, Gajeel-kun was hurt and you didn't seem as shaken by it."

"I dunno'." Gray sighed. "You looked in worse shape." He seemed to have an answer for everything.

"Then how about when you called Juvia 'Ur'?" He had no answer. He looked at a wall, away from Juvia. "Or when you called Juvia 'Ultear'?"

"Ok." Gray cleared his throat and stood up. "I think you should go." He walked to the door.

"Juvia isn't leaving." She stood up, but did not move her feet.

"Seriously. Go." Gray asserted.

"No. Juvia won't." Her voice was desperate.

"Please!" His voice got louder, giving out a crack. "Please leave, Juvia." His voice was low once again, and it was frail.

"Gray-sama," Her voice was sweet. "Please just talk to me. Seriously talk to me." She walked over to the door and closed it, and he did bot resist it.

"Is this about Invel?" She finally said. After seeing his reactions to everything and adding things up in her head, she came to this semi-conclusion.

"No." He turned from her. "This isn't about anyone but me. This is about--" Juvia saw tears fill his eyes. "This is about how everyone close to me in my life dies. They all die, and it's always for me. And I can't do shit for anybody."

"Gray-sama..."

"It's true. My mom, my dad, Ur, Ultear. They all sacrificed everything they had for me." His voice was raw.

"A-and-" The tears began to squeeze out as his voice shook. "You were almost one of them. Shit, you would have been one if them if Wendy hadn't showed up in the last second."

"But Juvia is not dead, Gray-sama." She approached him. "I'm right here. Alive."

"But you almost weren't!" He cried out. "I couldn't protect you just like I couldn't do for anyone else. I want to protect you more than I've ever wanted to protect anyone! That's how badly I needed you, and I still couldn't do it! And if I had lost you-- If i lost the person I care about more than anyone else--" He choked. "I would have nothing. I would just be a shell of a person."

Juvia felt tears trickle down her cheeks. "Gray-sama..."

"So I guess I'm still a little messed up from Ur and Ultear and everybody, alright?" He sounded exhausted. "I was on edge when I heard you went on job since it was the first one since Alvarez, and I was so close to losing you before, I snapped when I saw you like that. It all came back in a second. All the death, all the pain. It was all there. It was so real."

She didn't have any words. She simply closed the distance between them, and embraced Gray in a warm hug, wrapping her arms around his back, as she was pressed up against his chest.

He was so hurt. Juvia knew he had this past, but she never saw how much it truly effected him until right then. He felt helpess, and she wanted to be there to help him. She wanted to be the light in his life, just as he was to her. She wanted to keep him warm when he was his coldest, and right then, his body was shivering.

"I love you so much, Gray-sama." She turned her head so her cheek was pressed on him. "And Juvia is sorry she put you through that."

She pulled away and cupped his damp cheeks in her hands, staring right up at his flooded eyes.

"Juvia is not going anywhere. Juvia will live for you, Gray-sama, not die. Juvia will be by your side, forever and always, just as it should be. So please, don't worry so much about this anymore. Juvia will never leave you." She spoke gently.

"Juvia I--" He paused and instead wrapped his arms around her, bending slightly so his head was in her shoulder. "Thank you."

She glided a hand through his hair. "You're welcome, darling. And please, please talk to Juvia or anyone about this whenever you need to. You're clearly hurt, my love, and this isn't something that will just go away over night. Juvia will continue to go on jobs and she will continue to be ok. So please, no more outbursts like today? We can work through this, Gray-sama."

Gray stood up straight again. "I know. You're right, I'm sorry. And I definitely owe Gajeel and Mira and apology, too." He was much more calm than before.

"I love you, Juvia." Gray said, and with confidence. Juvia froze, and needed someone to pinch--no-- kick her to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"You--?" Was all she could say as her eyes stretched wide open. Her heart was fluttering inside her body that remained completely still in that moment in time.

"Yeah, thanks, really great response." Gray blushed and nervously ruffled a hand through his hair.

Juvia responded to that with laughter as she jumped up onto Gray, tackling him to the ground with her hovering over him.

"I love you more, Gray-sama!" Juvia's smiled stretched from ear to ear. A moment went by where Gray said nothing besides chuckling. "Aren't you going to say 'I love you most'?"

Gray groaned with embarrassment and rubbed a hand over his face. "Ok, can I just take it back now?"

Once his hand was removed, Juvia quickly leaned in and kissed Gray, sweelty pushing her lips onto his as they mingled together for a few seconds or so.

"Nope!" Juvia giddily replied.

Gray looked up at Juvia, gleaming like he'd never seen her before, and smiled in admiration.

After all this time, she stayed by his side. And in the end, he knew that she would be there, no matter what. It was just as it should be. She was finally his, and he was finally hers.

He smirked. "Good. Didn't plan on it."

#gruvia week #gruvia #doyouevenshipbr0 #gray x juvia #juvia x gray #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction #gruvia drabble #fairy tail

[americaiskillingitsyouth]

some personal shit, scroll on by, im screaming into the void

im really only posting this here bc my friends are already v aware of the situation and ive just got more sad-angry in me than anyone needs to receive in a text tbh

so basically, ive had a buddy for 10 years now, actually known the fucker since primary school so ive known him for 2 decades and been tight for 1 decade. he is by all accounts a great dude, i fucking love the guy and thats why this shit sucks so bad. 

when i first met this friend we had radically different political ideologies (i was a grimy goth leftie at the time and he was like that fuckin kid out of This Is England). this was before stuff like that would mean we could never be friends and we shared enough in common on every other level that we agreed to just not talk politics, he’d dial back his bullshit and i’d dial back mine. we saw each other all the time, the only time it was ever ok for the fash and the left to unite. 

now this friendship has endured all that, me moving away, him getting married, him having 2 kids, me moving to denmark, me becoming even more radical, him defecting to the left, him getting divorced and me having a full blown nervous breakdown (unrelated to the divorce haha). despite all this we would see each other every friday almost without fail, we’d snapchat hella when i was in denmark. 

the nervous breakdown here is relevant because throughout all that, despite going thru a divorce and sorting custody of 2 kids, as well as starting a burgeoning new relationship with one of our mutual friends (such a beautiful union tbh) dude would message me every day, see how i was doing. he let me crash at his place occasionally for a change of pace, and he had me leaving the house within 4 days of the breakdown beginning bc he needed my help to get the perfect present for his gf (i’d known her for yeeeeears before they met) and he knew i needed to get out of that bed. 

at no point, despite our differences and the paths our lives have gone, could our friendship ever be considered toxic. it was like a fox and the hound type thing... but with nazis. but then, enter diazepam. 

so this buddy, hes got a very addictive personality, he’s got a problem with codeine but never stronger opiates and its never really affected his behaviour. i’m a drug doer too man so idc as long as you’re staying safe and you aren’t hurting anybody. he was still a great dad (he still is) and a great friend. 

i got that jaw condition which means when it locks i gotta use them to loosen it (and also recreationally bc yeah... drugsy) so i always had valium. hes an anxious dude and as a fellow anxious dude i get it - dude was really worrying about it i’d throw him a valium and he’d feel better. this was on a weekly basis i couldnt have predicted quite what it would turn into. 

flash forward to now. I don’t get messages from him really that aren’t about valium in one way or another. it’s a case of “can you use the darknet to get me some valium?”, “do you have a couple valium i can have?” do “[my housemates] have any valium? can you ask them for me i’ll pay them back” etc etc etc, ad infinitum. 

like p recently he got not just a new girlfriend but a new job (one where phones are a no no) and im not an asshole, i dont need u to be hitting the bants w me every fuckin day, i would just appreciate a text that isnt about fucking valium. like homies so far gone that he doesnt care if its my last jaw-unlocking valium, if i reluctantly offer he’ll take it! 

“but big pissin mama,” you ask “why don’t you just say no? why don’t you just not give them to him”. well, theres a few answers to that question. first one, and to get it out the way, im a big ol’ vagina who can’t say no, i accept it, i hate it but i accept it. secondly, and this is the biggy, the nature of addiction. like ive had him go off on me once before, not hugely, but still going off bc of not being able to get any (all just being snippy ofc, nothing awful). ive seen my dude get angry at people and its scary, and frankly i am terrified at the idea of that being directed towards me. 

this aint my friend right now, and i know that so its ok. but to be buds thru so much and then be reduced down to valium dispensary is p cutting. but that said, he helped me immeasurably when i was mental, and i have to be there to help him now. just right now im really sad.

and im meant to be going to his house later cuz yknow... valium in exchange for an hour of face time before the valium kicks in and he gets all bbrrrrrvvvvvbvbvbvbvvvvv and has to go to bed. exactly what you want from ur friends. 

i’m probably not going to go. 

[dealersofatlanta]

Part 1: Chapter 4

2013: May 3rd

Ace: age 21

“Nah, make that shit happen. I don’t care how yall do it, just get it done. Yall playing I’ll take them niggas out myself if yall punk asses can’t do it!” I yelled on the phone with my homies Dom and Tyrel. Jade looked over at me. We was sitting at the dinning room, she was writting down shit in her journal. After I saved her from Davis, I took her in, made sure she had a car. Taught her how to drive, how to shoot, defend herself just in case anything happens to me. She went from being my fraile scared Jade to a bad bitch. I taught her what do if anybody came after us, and shit. She know how to kill and take anybody down. That’s my baby. “Sorry baby, business” She nodded. “What you writting?” I asked coming over to her. I kissed on her face. She giggled. “Another song about you” She said. I smiled. “Ah shit not another one” I said rolling my eyes playfully. My text tone went off on my iphone. It was this hoe named La-La. “Business again?” She asked. I quickly nodded. “Yeah, Ima be home late” I told her. She sighed. “This the 3rd time this week, I told you I needed you to come to my open mic night tonight” She stressed to me. “I got work to do, you don’t shit. I got to make sure we straight and protect our home J, shit stop trippin bruh” I said. She got up from the table, and flicked me off. “Fuck you Ace, I don’t do shit, cause you don’t want me to work nigga!” She stomped upstairs. I went into the basement to pick out what gun I wanted to carry today. I ain’t mean to snap at her. She knew I had a bad temper. I had a way with my words, she been knowing this. I went back upstairs. Jade was rushing downstairs with her purse, and keys. “Aye yo where you going?” I asked. She had on a beanie with some booty shorts an tank top, and timbs. “Out nigga” She snapped. “Nah not in them little bitty ass shorts” I snapped. She laughed at me. “J! Im serious” I said sternly. She stuck her middle finger up at me again. “Man, fuck her” I said to myself. I grabbed my keys, and headed out to, setting the alarm before I left.

I head over to the WestSide of Atlanta to see La-La. I had been knowing La-La for a minute. We was fucking around when I first got out of jail. She cool, and we fuck from time to time. She keep an eye out for me on the streets. She like my side bitch, but Jade always will come before her. I knocked on her door. “I ain’t think you would come, with wifey at home and shit” She said to me. I rolled my eyes. “I come over to fuck and to hear whats been going on that’s it keep My shawty out of this” I said. She nodded and started unbuckling my pants.

Afterwards, I laid in the bed smoking a blunt with La-La. “So whats been going on?” I asked her. “Rico, been running his mouth about killing off everybody in the Ace of Spades gang. He trying to take Omari spot anf Jackalls on the eastside” She said. I laughed. “They aint bout to do shit” I said. I passed her the blunt. “Thats all I know for now” She said. I nodded. “Thanks, you a real one” I kissed her. She smiled. “You want something to eat?” She asked. I nodded. “Yeah what you bout to cook? Noodles?” I asked. She smiled. “Shut up, you love me food” She said. I nodded. “True” I said. I went to get in the shower.

Jade: age 20

I sat watching my friend Mia reciting a poem by Mya Angelou. I was nervous, my leg was shaking. “Give it up for Mia Abrams” I stood up and clapped for her. She excitedly got off the stage. “Now give it up for an aspiring singer Jade Marie, singing a cover JoJo- Keep On Keepin On”. I drank some water from my water bottle, and walked up to the stage. I was nervous as hell. I closed my eyes as the song started.

https://youtu.be/EaYCAZuSpPM (Its also on playlist)

Ooooh-ooohh

hey-yeeeah

You got to keep on keepin on

You got to keep your head up high

You gotta work with what you've got

And someday you will flyyyyy

Poor kids pouring cold water in their cereal

Second hand clothes

Surviving is pivotal

Praying to God at night

That things'll get better soon

I remember when I was in your position

Tried to tell people my story

But no one would really listen

I know times are hard right now

Happiness is hard to find right now

You got to keep on keepin on

You got to keep your head up high

You gotta work with what you've got

And someday you will flyyyyy

You got to keep on keepin on

You got to keep your head up high

You gotta work with what you've got

And someday you will flyyyyy

Lookin out the window to a rose grows in concrete

Dreamin' of the day when you'll be standing on your own feet

Hard to find the good in such a scene so bad (so so sad)

Seein other kids with their Tims on

Fresh with Air Ones, wish I had one

Longin' for a day when you get your chance to shine

Don't worry, there'll come a tiiiiiiime

Young girl sittin' on the steps of her duplex (mmmm)

Why did God choose to make my life so complex

Breathing to the beat of a slow, sad drum

Trouble is her only source of fun

I can almost guarantee you

It'll get better soooooon

After the song ended everyone started clapping. I opened my eyes smiling. “That was amazing Jade Marie everybody” I waved and quickly walked off stage. “See and you were nervous for nothing” Mia said. I laughed. “ I know”. She looked around. “Where’s your man?” She asked. I put on a smile. “He had to work” I told her. She nodded. “Hey my name is Marcus Gardener, I’m a producer in Atlanta, your performance was really good, you have a innocent star quality to you I would like to work with you... is that okay?” He asked. I nodded. “Yes! Yes I mean sure no problem, I will give you my number” I told him. He smiled and nodded. “Girl he was fine” Mia said. I rolled my eyes. “Yes but Im taken” She sucked her teeth in. “Shit then hook me up!” She said. We headed out and went to waffle house, then I headed home. Ace wasn’t home when I got home. It was 1:15 am. I sighed when I walked in. He was notorious for sometimes being gone being in the streets all night. I went upstairs and got settled in, before I could get in I called him to see where he was at. He answered the phone. “Ace where you at?” I asked. He didn’t answer I just heard moaning on the other end. “Ace!?” I yelled. I quickly hung up the phone. I was trying to keep my shit together. I took a shower and got out and I started crying. I couldn’t believe that someone I fully trusted had did this to me. I hesistated calling on if I should call Mia but I called someone else. “Hello?” I heard Omari say. “Hey O, um can I stay over there for awhile?” I asked. “Ace okay? It’s 2am suh you good?” He said. I started crying. “Can I please, I caught Ace cheating and I have no where to go” I cried. He sighed. “Aight I got you” He said. I packed some of my shit and quickly left the house. Omari had 3 houses. He luckly was at the one 15minutes from Ace crib. I pulled into his gates and drove up the drive way. I got out my G- Wagon. Omari was waiting for me at the door. “Hey J” He said hugging me. His girlfriend Naomi was sitting on the staircase. “Hey JJ” She said I softly smiled. They let me stay in the guest house. “Ima get the nigga Ace straight believe that aight. Here’s some xanax man hopefully you can sleep” He said before walking out.

When I woke up the next morning. I got up , and seen I had alot of messages from Ace.

I got up and washed my face before walking into the other house. I seen Ace car outside. I opened the back door into the house. “Man! I fucked up I know!” I heard Ace yelling. Naomi was sitting on the bar stool looking at me. “Well I was hoping you wasn’t going to walk into this” She said. “She been through alot! Why would you get with her to put her through more shit, you always fucking up Ace!” I heard Omari yell. “Oh yeah thats me Ace the fuck up! Man fuck that shit im out!” Ace yelled. “You always walk away Ace, come fix this shit” Omari yelled. Ace walked into the kitchen and looked at me. “J, come out with me real quick” He said. I looked away from him. “Im good Ace” I said to him. “J baby please” He stressed. I got up and went to the guest house door he followed me. “J, I was just fucking her thats it. I don’t love her, like I love you” He stressed. I looked at him and I walked back into the house and closed the door. He banged on the door for a minute. “Ima stay out here all day, all week all month J. I can’t live without you” He said outside the door. Jade don’t open that door I thought to myself. I put my hand on the handle, then took it off. He kept knocking on the door. I took another pill to knock me out. I took pride in listening to him bang and plead outside, I fell asleep listening to Trey Songs “Smartphones”. I woke up to hearing glass break. I got up quickly and seen Ace at the door with his hand bleeding. “Are you crazy!?” I yelled. He had blood leaking from his hand. “Don’t leave me! I need you!” He stressed. His face was red, I can tell he been crying. “Im soo sorry. I’ma come to your music shit, ima take you all over the world. Give me one more chance J baby” He said. I grabbed the first aid kit under the kitchen sink. I washed his hand off and wrapped it up, after putting peroxide on it. He grabbed my face and kissed me, I couldn’t resist him so I kissed him back. I pulled him back. “Ace, if you do this again. I will never forgive you” I said to him. He nodded. “I ain’t fucking up again”.

2months later: July 30th 2013

Omari: age 27

Naomi and I were doing a wedding registry in Neiman Marcus. We had been together for 2 years and I was certain she was it. After the 1st year, I introduced her to my lifestyle. I was scared she would run but she slowly accepted it. She begged me to quit, but then asked me to show her my world. Ace, X and I agreed the women in our lives needed to be protected. I had Naomi trained with Mackel, and X taught her the business, I showed her around. She learned pretty face, after that I wanted to make her my Queen fast. I know it was wrong for me to steal my homies girl but Teej was in jail, and they wasn’t even that serious. “Ooh baby, this is nice. Im adding this” She said. I nodded. “Whatever you want” I spoiled her like no other. I had her leave her job, finish school paying off her tuition. I got her 2 cars. She wanted a Range Rover, and A Merceedes. We was getting married soon, only 3 weeks away.

3 weeks later: August 13th 2013

Naomi: age 24

“You sure?” I asked Doctor O’hara. “Yeah, two heart beats” She said. I looked at the monitor again. “Thats not my heart beat and the baby’s?” I asked. She laughed, and shook her head. “No that’s definitely two babies in there” She said to me. I sighed. Omari is going to fucking flip his shit. “Can I get those to go?” I asked. She nodded. “Sure”. I had been knowing I was pregnant for a while, but wanted to keep it lowkey because of the wedding. I grabbed my evenlope from the doctors and left the building and got into my car. I took out the evenlope and looked at my ultrasound pictures. “Twins?, man what the fuck?” I said out loud. I put the pictures away, I started my car and drove to the venue. I was getting married in 24hours. “Naomi where have you been? We been looking all over for you!” My bestfriends Teddy and Keisha said. The grabbed me and brought me inside. I seen they had through me a mini party. “We bought to get fucked up!” Teddy screamed. My mom was throwing back shots with my aunt Kiki. “Come on drink Mimi!” Teddy yelled. I shook my head. “I dont want to be hungover at my wedding” I lied. Teddy sighed. “Take one shot” He said. I shook my head. He grabbed me into the bathroom in the hotel room of Chataue Elan. “Bitch are you knocked up?” He said. I sighed, and started crying. “Yesss, and Im having twins” I cried. Teddy was in shock. “Bitch what?” He said. I nodded. “I went to the doctors today, Im 13 weeks pregnant, and its 2 babies Teddy, 2 fucking kids at the same time, like what the fuck!” I cried. He snatched my shot out my hand and chugged it. “Honey, Congradulations I guess babies are a blessing. God ain’t giving you nothing you can’t handle” He said to me. I nodded slowly. Teddy didn’t understand. Im marrying Atlantas top organized drug dealer, who has hits on him at the moment then on top of that! Im pregnant with two babies! Twin babies. Like God I see what your doing, Im very blessed but now I’m overwhelmed. I groaned. “I need to see O” I stressed. Teddy shook his head. “He is having his bachelor party wait till tomorrow” He said. I nodded, he brought me back out to the party. “Ima fix you some food” He said. Keish came up to me. “You good?” I nodded. I didn’t want everyone knowing when my baby daddy/husband didn’t even know yet. Teddy passed me a plate of Rotel, and Fried Fish. I inhaled the fish and my stomach turned. I quickly put the plate down and ran to the bathroom to throw up. I heard a knock at the door and seen Jade. I opened the door for her. “You okay Naomi?” She asked. I started crying again. She got a towel and wet it, passing it to me while rubbing my back. “Is it like them wedding jitters or whatever?” She asked. I shook my head. “Im um Im having a baby” I said. She smiled widely. “Oh my gosh congrats girl” She said. I shook my head. “Im not happy about it” I told her. She shrugged. “Why not?” She asked. “Getting married is one thing but im marrying into the game, now you want me to put my babies at risk too?” I said. Her eyes widened. “Twins?” She asked. I nodded. “Well I been knowing Ace since I was 13, and I been around the game so much I got used to the ins and the outs, and you knew O was down when you fell for him, you knew the risk, the one thing you should know is them niggas aint going to ever let shit happen to us or the people they love, yall got this you good” She told me. I wiped my face. “You right” I said. Teddy busted into the bathroom with my mom. Teddy looked at me and sighed. “This is killing my high, I mean my buzz” He said. He walked out the bathroom. “Mimi you good?” She asked. I nodded.

After I threw up, I went to sleep in Jade’s room, since Ace was going to be with O all night. I didn’t want to ruin the mini bachelorette they through me so I just left them to party while I got some sleep. I woke up to my alarm, letting me know it was time to get dressed. My nerves were shot. I been throwing all morning, and crying. “Mimi fucking chill!” Keisha yelled annoyed. “Man fuck this” I got up with my hair pincurled and my make up done. I had on a robe and slippers. I left my make up stylist room and went down to Omaris floor. I heard Rich As Fuck by Lil Wayne blasting. I banged on the door. “Yooo wazzam sis” Ace said. His breath smelled like henny. “Um its bad luck Naomi” X said. I waved him off. “I need to talk to you” I said to O. He looked at me crazy and nodded. He grabbed my hand, and lead me to the balcony. “You look beautiful, but I aint supposed to see you right now, whats up baby, you bout to dip on a nigga?” He asked. I shook my head. “Uhhh I been scared to tell you this but I wanted to say something before the wedding” I said fiddling with my fingers. “What? Baby just say that shit” He said. “Im pregnant” I said. He stepped back a little. “Since when?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “Since 13 weeks ago nigga! Im pregnant okay, 13 weeks to be exact” I said. He wiped his hand across his face. “Aight okay thats cool, its all good baby” He simply said. I shook my head, and handed him a picture. “Whats this the baby?” He asked analyzing the picture. “Babies and yes” I simply said. He looked at me then the picture, “Babies?” He asked. I nodded and put up the number 2. “Twins” I said. He quickly walked back in and snatched the henny bottle from Ace and started downing the liquor. “Twins!” He yelled. I sighed and nodded. “O please dont make a scene” I calmly stated. He walked back over to me. “So look, we going to figure this out just please get ready so I can marry your beautiful ass, my fucking baby mama” He said to me kissing me. I smiled at him. I nodded and left to go back up to my suite to get dressed. “OMG nigga! We thought you ran, you got 30minutes come on!” Keisha panicked.

X age 18:

“So you want this type of wedding one day or nah?” I asked Heiress. She smiled at me as we danced. “Something quiet, intimate” She simply said. “I can deal with that” I said smiling. She looked at me. “Are you insinuating that you want to marry me Xander Domonic Knight?” She asked. “Ehhhh maybe” I said. She laughed at me. “I love a man that knows what he wants” She simply said. We were dancing to “Must be nice” by Lyfe Jennings. “Okay man, let me go ahead and give this toast” Ace said clickling on Wine Glass. “First off I want to thank my baby J, for being there for me regardless, and to my big bruh, you my nigga man Im happy you found a bitch to hold you down” Ace said. Naomi awkwardly smiled, O shook his head and laughed. The older people shook they head at his speech. “Uh thanks bruh” O said. I tapped on my glass I grabbed off a table. “Uh thanks for that speech Ace., uh Naomi thank you for being down with O, and being a real one by his side, he’s a great dude. An amazing big brother and we love yall and wish yall nothing but love”. O and Naomi lifted their glasses. “Thank yall” Naomi said. O stood up. “I want to thank all yall coming to celebrate our union, I also want to let everyone know that Naomi and I will be welcoming our first kids, twins come 2014” He said. Everyone looked shocked but started clapping including me and Heiress. “Wow” I said. “Congrats nigga!” Ace yelled. He was drunk as fuck. “Congrats yall” We all said. The DJ went back to playing music.

6 months later: January 14th 2014

Over the pass 2 years, Heiress and I had graduated highschool, she went to Georgia State for nursing, and I went to Georgia Tech to major in business, then after that I was going to Cordon Bleu to be a chef, O had moved out to a house in Kennesaw with Naomi since they was starting a family, so I had the whole Mansion to myself. Heiress had wanted a college life before she decided to move in with me, plus her mom wasn’t feeling it. I had got a call from Omari while I was in school. He had left me like 4 missed calls. I pulled up at the spot, where we supplied our shit and did our deals. “What’s going on? I was in the middle of a test when you called” I told O. He had his gun out, along with K.C and was shushing me. He passed me a gun and a bullet proof vest. “Niggas in here robbing us”. He whispered. I heard a silent engine roaring. I looked and seen it was Ace in his Ashton Martin. His door lifted up and he got out the car clocking his gun with his vest already on. “Man the fuck yall out here standing for, niggas messing with our money” Ace walked pass us. K.C shook his head “Shit bout to be messy forreal now”. Ace walked in and I was behind him. We seen niggas in all black stuffing shit in they bags. Ace aint hesitate and started shooting. O was fighting a nigga, K.C and I went upstairs. The men started shooting at us. I shoot back. We had a big shoot out. Finally all the niggas was dead in the spot except one who O had held for questioning. “We need to get this shit out before police show up and set up another spot” I simply said. O nodded. Ace was sitting on the counter eating chips with blood splatter on his face. I shook my head. Homie was crazy. K.C laughed. “You always eating after a shoot out, weird ass” He said. Ace shrugged. “Shit had me hungry” He said. “Who sent you, Ima ask you one more time before I paint these walls with whats left of you?!” O yelled with a machete in his hand. “Jackall” He simply said. “Who is that?” I asked. “The king of East Atlanta” He simply said. “How you find our shit?” O asked. “Jackall said he has connections” O nodded. “We got a snitch in our crew?” He asked him. The nigga shrugged. “I know nothing else just what was told, I swear” He said. “Aight” O said. Before O could untie him, shots rang off killing the nigga. O looked over at Ace. “Nigga, Damn” O said. Ace simply looked at us. “My shawty cooking tonight, I got to be home before she start bitchin, and he was just going to run his mouth anyways. Cops 15 minutes away lets pack shit and head out” Ace said. K.C started laughing. “He’s such a Gemini” He said. I started laughing too, cause he wasn’t lying. We grabbed most of our shit, cleared the place out of any identity, and got the hell on to reload our shit into another safe house to reload. I headed out home, to get cleaned up.

When I got to my crib. I seen Heiress car in the drive way. I had gave her a key to my crib eventhough we don’t live together. I walked inside the house. “Heiri” I called out. “Im in here” She said from my dinning room. I walked in and seen her sitting there with my guns on the table. I sighed. “Why do you have 4 guns?” She asked. I actually had a gun in each room, bathroom and 5 in the kitchen. I shrugged. “Protection, my dad gave them to me” I lied. She slowly nodded. “But there not even normal guns X, what is this like an Ak-47? what about this a pistol? I dont know what you call these other two, are these even registered X. What if the police find these, and theres bodies on these you will go to jail!” She panicked. “Heiress, baby chill man please I been having these it’s okay” I said to her. She folded her arms. “You sure?” She asked. I nodded. “Baby its all good, Just protection” I stated. She slowly nodded her head. “I came over to surprise you by cleaning your big ass house and cooking dinner, Im sorry I got nosey” She told me. I grabbed her and kissed her forehead. “Mi casa su casa” I said to her. She smiled. “You already being a wife to yo man, I love it! I love you!” I said to her. She smirked. I took the guns off the table and took them down to the basement. The basement had a key pad entry. If it didn’t Heiress would have found the drugs that I had in the basement. My trap phone buzzed. “Wazzam?” I answered. “We got more problems X, that Jackall nigga hijacked our stash while we was shooting the niggas in the spot earlier today” K.C said. I sighed. “Shit! We got to put out a hit now, but we wait on O, what he say?” I asked. “Naomi went into early labor, O is busy. I just got to call Ace” He stated. I nodded. “Ace would handle that shit quick” I said. K.C laughed. “Aight, Ima get Ace” He hung up the phone. I heard knocking on the basement door. I ran up the steps. “What’s up?” I asked closing the door behind me. “When are you going to show me what’s down there?” Heiress said. I shrugged. “One day” I simply said. She pouted. “When is that?” She asked. I sighed. “What you cooking?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes. “Whats down there X just tell me!” She said. “My dads business stuff, that’s it” I said. She shrugged, “Well let me look?” She said. Someone knocked on the door. I quickly went to the door to see who it was. It was Ace. “What up bruh bruh?” Ace said dapping me up. He looked at Heiress. “What up Heiress?” He said. She put on a smile coming over to hug Ace. “Hey Ace” She said greeting him. “Lets talk” Ace said. Heiress went back to kitchen. We walked down stairs to the basement. “Whats up?” I asked. “My gang ready to roll, problem is my nigga said he seen TiTi hanging over at the eastside spot where Jackall hide out is” He told me. I looked up at him. “Tiana?” I asked he nodded. “Aint want to shoot up the whole spot killing your blood” He said. I nodded. “Ima handle Tiana” Ace nodded. “I got to get back to the east side and secure my shit on my turf” He simply said. We went back upstairs. “You leaving?” Heiress asked. I nodded. “Tiana shit again” I told her. She rolled her eyes. “Tiana is such a problem but okay go be a big brother, I will see you later” She said kissing me. Ace made a funny face. “Yuck” He said. “You don’t kiss you shawty?” I asked. He smirked. “We do alot but I don’t like seeing yall kiss, but I got to dip and go with Jade to check on MiMi yall coming?” He asked. I nodded remembering O was at the hospital with his wife. “Yeah Ima see yall there” He nodded and got in his car. I drove to Decatur to visit Tiana. She wasn’t answring her phone.

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La-La (Alexis Sky) age 19:

Heiress: age 18

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Saturday, 7:40 p.m.

Zeus squeezed the steering wheel, and sped across town. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this mad about anything. Mixed in with the anger was fear, because he didn’t know what he’d be capable of if something happened to his baby girl. Zariah was the reason why he was trying to stay on good terms with his PO, and get off probation. He wanted to show her the world, but couldn’t even bring her to Disney World if he wanted to. Now Gabriella wanted to toy with his emotions, so he could slip up. The joke was on her, because she pressed the wrong button. The fact that she knew he was involved in the killing of Juan raised flags that he had to deal with later. The matter that he focused on was getting his daughter out of dodge.

He pulled up to her apartment, and before the car got comfortable in park, he jumped out of it and ran into the building. Waiting for the ragged elevator would have took too long, so he ran up the four flights of stairs with ease.

“Yo! Jasmine open up!” He banged on the door again before he heard her cussing on the other side of the door. She was pissed, but that wasn’t any of his concern.

“What the he-” She swung the door open, and before her sentence was finished she was pushed out the way.

“Pack a bag for a couple weeks, and call ya ma. Yall going to stay with them in Philly for a minute before I send yall some money to go stay with my aunt in Dallas.” He spoke hastly, and gave her no time to understand what was going on with him.

“What are you talking about, Zeus?” She questioned, and followed him into their daughter’s room.

“Listen” He turned around, and stood over her. “Some shit from my past is trying to settle a score by hurting Riah, and you know I’m not with that shit, so yall gotta move around a bit before it’s safe to come back to NY. You follow?”  

When she searched his face to make sure he was serious she could tell this was not a drill. This was the only time she ever saw Zeus scared, and it scared her. Jasmine wasted no more time, and ran into her room to get some things in a bag.

Zeus proceeded to his daughter’s room, and found her sleeping peacefully in her bed. He looked over her, and smiled for a brief moment. She was innocent in all of this, and it was his fault that she was even in danger right now. Later on he would have to beat himself up for this, but for now he went and filled her bag up with clothes and her favorite toys.

“Jasmine you ready?” He walked out the room with Zariah in his arms, and the bag over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” She came out of her room with a bag.

“C’mon.” He lead the way out the apartment, and down the stairs.

He poked his head out the front door, and saw that the street was clear. After, the three of them exited the building they went over to her car.

“Listen, get a new phone and don’t tell anybody where you’re at. We can’t have anybody knowing where you guys are at even if they’re watching now.” He buckled his daughter into her carseat, and kissed her on the forehead.

“Are you going to be ok?” She looked up at him.

“Don’t worry about me. Just make sure you keep my daughter safe, aight?” He closed the back door, and turned to face her.  

“Ok.” She was scared, and he could tell.

The both of them hadn’t been intimate since he had to cuss her out over Azure, but right now he could tell she needed some comforting. Zeus walked over to her, and held her in his arms. “You’re going to be ok.” He pecked her forehead.

When he let her go he went over to his trunk, and popped it. Inside was a duffel bag filled with money. Barbering was a good way to make quick money, but the street thug in him needed money quicker than that. He wasn’t back in the streets heavy like he used to be, but was enough to have put money aside for an emergency like this.

“Here, only use cash while you’re out of town. I’ll be sending some more to you in a couple weeks, but until then this should hold you over.”  He threw the bag in the backseat.

“Thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say.

“Don’t thank me. Just get outta here.”

Jasmine listened to him, and got in her car. She pulled off, and was headed for Philly. Zeus exhaled deeply, and took a seat on the hood of his car. He felt somewhat better, but was going to feel better when they made it to their destination in one piece. However, with them out of the equation now it meant that it was time for him to get his hands dirty. He pulled out his phone, and dialed an unsaved number.

“Hey, it’s Zeus. We gonna need to get the boys back together for a reunion. Somebody’s trying to send a message, and it’s my turn to send one back.”  

12: 26 p.m.

Roman was making his rounds of apologies, and next in line was Montell. He didn’t know the guy from a hole in the wall, but came at him crazy for standing up for Giselle. When he looked back on the situation he was glad she had somebody like him in her corner. The hell he put her through constantly wasn’t right, but he still didn’t know how to wrap his head around her. That still didn’t justify how he came at Montell.

He got word from a friend where he was going to be DJing tonight, and thought it would be best to talk to him in public. Roman wasn’t scared of him, but didn’t know how he was going to act once the two of them met.

The night was going good, and Montell was doing his usual thing. Most of the time he worked at the club with Gigi, but recently he decided to branch out some to keep his cover. He had to keep up appearances like a real DJ, and move from club to club. Another reason for the switch was due to the fact that he needed space. They were doing good, great since the disastrous dinner, but for his undercover work he needed space. When he wasn’t around her he was following up on outside leads, and having his people round up guys for questioning. There was only small chatter in the streets about the killing at this point, but there were a few things that caught his ear. Somebody was looking for the snitch, and also a female named Cassi. From what he gathered Cassi was the ex-girlfriend to Juan, but was now dating his cousin Saint. He hoped he’d bump into her by being around Gigi, but she brought it to his attention a few days ago that she hasn’t heard from her. Something was happening, but he didn’t know what yet.

“My man, can I holla at you real quick?” Roman spoke through the music.

‘Yeah.”  Montell looked over at him unsure of his actions.

The last time the two of them got into a scuffle they had to be put on opposite sides of the room. Montell realized that Roman was drunk, but was once told that a drunk man’s words were sober thoughts. The last thing he needed to happen was for him to get into a fight with him here. He called over the stand in DJ, and walked out back so they could talk in private.

“What’s good?” Montell spoke up first.

“I’m a keep this short, and man up and apologize for coming at you the way I did. I was drunk as hell, and way outta line. Also, you were just sticking up for G so I can only respect that.” Roman spoke sincerely, and looked him in the eyes when he talked.

It took a minute for him to say anything, because he didn’t want to like Roman. However, that was the boyfriend talking and not the undercover cop that needed an in.

“I respect it, and can own my part in the situation.” He nodded before they shook hands.

“You aint a bad dude. I thought I was gonna have to come here ready to shoot the fade.” He snickered.

“Nah, that’s not even my style. I just had to come at you because I really fuck with your sister” Monty chuckled.

“I feel it. How long yall been kicking it?”

“For a couple months now.”

“True, you really like her?” He crossed his arms across his chest.

“We doing the big brother thing now?” Monty laughed. ‘Forreal tho, I do. She’s a special girl.”

“Well I’m glad she has nigga that aint scared to go to war for her, but I’m a get outta here and let you get back to work.”  Roman dapped him up.

“Respect.”

“Maybe one of these nights we can get a drink or something?”

“I’m with it.”

That’s exactly what Monty wanted to hear. Getting him drunk, and talking wasn’t going to be hard at all. He just had to play it smart on the location they were going to be at. This for sure was going to make the boss happy.

Saturday, 1:35 p.m.

“About time.” Zeus spoke out with a smirk on his face.

Zeus and Azure finally went out for the first time in years. She was resistant to the idea when he asked, but wanted to put the past in the past, and move on. She just wasn’t expecting him to ask her out for lunch immediately after.

“Traffic is crazy for it to be a Sunday.” She lied, and was late due to contemplating standing him up.

“You lyin like hell.” He chuckled, and gave her a hug.

With everything that was going on with his personal life, Zeus wasn’t going to let fear dictate the way he moved, but he was keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. He pulled her chair out for her, and went back to his side of the table. The waiter came over to let them order their drinks. She asked for an ice tea, and he asked for a lemonade.

“So what’s going on with you?” He slouched back in his chair.

“I’m sitting in front of you big head ass.”  She leaned her head to the side.

“You talkin that shit already.” The both of them chuckled.

“Whatever, but I just be working and hanging with my moms.”

“How she doing?” He paid attention to her, and their surroundings

“She’s doing real good. You know her birthday is in a couple weeks. I think me and Haze are going to throw a nice little party at the house.”

“You invintin me, or just telling me.”

“Yeah, guess you are invited.” She playfully rolled her eyes.

“You still got that slick ass mouth, and crazy attitude.”

“Yeah, I keep it on reserve just for you.”

“Damn, you must aint have no dick in a minute.” He licked his lips.

“What the hell are you even saying to me? How does dick have anything to do with our conversation.”

“Stop frontin like you don’t remember all them times your ass was walking around stank just because you need the pipe, BAD.” He laughed.

“I see I’m going to need the check early. Waiter! “ She raised her hand laughing.

“Aight, my bad. I’m done.” He put up his hands surrendering.

“Yeah, talking crazy.” She smiled.

Azure knew exactly what he was talking about. The intimate connection the both of them had was intense. It was so passionate, and their bodies synced together with ease. Going a week without connecting with him sexually used to drive her insane.. However, that was in the past and had nothing to do with the conversation.

Finally the waiter arrived at their table, and took their orders.

“How’s your daughter doing?”  Azre asked.

The two of them never discussed the topic of his daughter. She knew the baby had nothing to do with their situation, but she was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. He never brought her up, because he knew that situation crushed her. The betrayal was even deeper, because the two of them were trying to have a baby themselves.

“Ummm, she’s good.” He tried to seem less shocked about her question than he actually was.

“She’s how old now?”

“Three.”

“Wow, seems like yesterday she was born.”

“Yeah, that whole pregnancy was crazy. My ass was locked up, and trying to still run shit. Gained a princess just to lose my queen.”

Azure didn’t respond, and looked away. She didn’t know how he expected her to respond, but she didn’t want to say anything out of turn. He picked up on her awkward vibe, and dropped the conversation just in time for the food.

4:40 p.m.

Gigi knew all too well what it felt like to be on the receiving end of Roman’s wrath. He had a way of saying the simplest things, and pissing you off the most. She’d called Hazel multiple times, and each time she said she was ok. Gigi knew that she had to be going through an array of emotions, and ok wasn’t one of them. Taking it upon herself, she showed up at her house ready to listen.

“What you doing here?” Hazel questioned when she opened the door and saw the familiar face.

The two had talked briefly through the week about what happened at the dinner, so this had to be about something different.

“I can’t come check on you?” Gigi walked into the house with a smile. “Also, I come bearing gifts.” She held up the bottle of wine like it was a trophy.

“You don’t think it’s a little too early for that?”

“Girl no.” Gigi chuckled, and once she was in the house she strolled over to the kitchen. “What you been doing all day?”

“Just relaxing, cleaning, and lagging around the house. You?” Hazel took a seat at the island. “You?”

“Well I just left from seeing Monty, but before that I went to workout for the first time in months. Gotta get these squats in for the summer.”

“That little booty aint growing.” Hazel laughed.

“We all can’t be out here like you mmmkay.” Gigi joined in on the laughter.

“I’m happy you have a dude like Monty. He seems like a standup guy.” She took the glass of wine, and placed it up against her lips to take a sip.

“ Thanks, I feel lucky.” She blushed some before she took a sip herself. “How are you and Roman? “

“We’re fine.”

“Bullshit, lets cut the act and get into the real truth. How are yall doing?” She looked deep into her eyes.

“We’re…….trying not to let this consume our marriage but I’m tired of arguing. I asked to be separated until he really gets a grip on reality. I can’t sit here, and go through what we’ve been going through these last couple of months. It’s draining, and frankly I’m over it. Something has to give.” She resisted the urge to cry by finishing off her glass, and asking for another.

The pain in her eyes was there, and Gigi could tell by her body language that this was beyond hard for her. She reached over and grabbed her hand.

“You know there was this one strong, black , courageous woman that told me a secret about love before. She told me that it will get hard just so the easy times are that much more special. That when you find that one in a lifetime kind of love that you have to nurture it, so that it won’t go bad. Sometimes you have to love people from affare just so they realize that it’s the end of the line, and that one more step and everything is going to fall off the cliff.” Gigi smiled softly at Hazel.

“Was I drunk when I told you that?” Hazel chuckled. “Thanks for that.”

“Anytime, you’re my girl and I’m going to make sure you’re still standing when this part of your life is over.”

It was easier for Gigi to recognize what other people needed in order for them to make it through the pain. It sucked that when it came to herself she was clueless, and was a total blonde chick. Times were changing, and she was starting to realize that the first step was cutting vicious people out of her life. It sucked to think it, but the first person might be her brother.

Was she ready to lose another family member?

#Dave East #nicki minaj #chris brown #Blac Chyna #amiyah scott #dave east fanfic #dave east ff #chris brown fanfic #chris brown ff #urban fanfic #urban ff #fanfiction #ff #fanfic #chapter12

[girlrry]

Anonymous said: genuinely god help me if i’m 40 and still care about what some 20 year olds say about me on tumblr or twitter

also the fact that i literally don’t care about there being 40yo ppl on here its just the creepy ones

Anonymous said: lmao one of narcissa followers went to your blog and told them your anon age shames older fans in the fandom and said you should do taxes and watch over children and its like that piss on the poor post where like they cant even comprehend what was said on the blog and nobody cares if your 40 and on this site or in the fandom its how you choose to engage in the fandom which most of these older harries spend time in petty drama or caring deeply about a 26 year old sex life which is…yikes

i saw lmao….. embarrassing 

Anonymous said: narcssiatramaine followers are taking bits of your blogs convo and then going to them saying your agesist and saying how you were discussing that women in their 30s need to cater to their husbands and be good housewives like?? are these people okay do they not know how to read

yeah i did not expect them to respond with anything even remotely logical since the only thing they took from my anons is that i’m ageist

Anonymous said: You just said it’s weird that older woman are OBSESSING over someones romantic/sexual life whos way younger than them and all of a sudden everyone acting like they were personally told they are old hags like damn take your insecurities back to school and learn how to read! IF YOU DON’T DO THAT, THEN IT WASN’T MEANT @ YOU

LITERALLY

me: old obsessive harries are creepy

the creepy harries: OKAY SO YOURE SAYING ANYONE OVER 30 SHOULD DIE AND YOU HATE US??

i  was only ever referring to the people everyone knows about i literally do not care what age you are as long as you’re respectful and not weird about it

Anonymous said: lmaoooo i cant with these 40 year olds coming into your inbox crying that a blog doesnt like them and also we were discussing gross 40 year old on this site and if you found offensive with that then maybe you just revaluate yourself

i blocked an anon that was camped out in my inbox going on and on about how i am young and stupid bc i called people out. they proceeded to say how they were not offended and they weren’t trying to insult me by calling me young and underdeveloped. like if you’re not bothered then why are you in my inbox??

Anonymous said: all offense to that anon but those older harries that were mentioned everyone knows who they are and most people find them annoying the fact that nobody has to specify them by name and yet everyone still knows who theyre talking about means it aint just one sided or something a blog came up with

right like i was talking about a very specific group of harries on here i wasn’t hating on every single 40 year old ever i don’t have problems with yall its just the people i mentioned specifically but they had to take that and twist it to discredit me calling them out

Anonymous said: dude where all these anons coming from and have they not been reading your messages like who the fuck is talking about 28 year olds on this site like its specifically people in their 40s on this site who are obsessed with harry’s sex life and are underlying homophobes but dont want to admit it

yeah apparently i think everyone here over 20 is old

Anonymous said: im just going to say it im 24 and i hope to god im not on this site past the age of 35 let alone 30 and going to blogs to yell about people in their 40s in a fandom even though aint nobody specifically talking about you just the type of behavior that is exhibited by some blogs

haven’t you heard that i hate anybody slightly older than me and i said they’re not allowed to like harry :-(

Anonymous said: some of these people are stoopid like honest to god. read it thoroughly digest the words then come up with a response not skim it over and pick few words then get mad

they don’t have enough time left in their life to completely read anything and formulate an opinion i guess. they just gotta read like three words, get offended, and send me hate anons

Anonymous said:why is there so much boomer behavior on this blog tonight ,,,, lit rally no one is saying that older woman cannot like younger musicians or whatever we r just saying it’s extremely weird when grown ass women sexualize Harry specifically when he was a teenager and obsess over his dating life. If it was a man doing this to a young female musician u would call it creepy and uncomfortable so why is it different for an older woman? also don’t say we r being ageist and then say we r stupid like girl,,

I KNOW like how are you gonna say you’re taking the high ground and then pull that shit eye-

Anonymous said: Full stop these anons need to go outside or get a hobby, half the asks they’re sending you don’t make any logical sense.

TRULY. like idc if you disagree with me and you want to voice that i think that’s fine but you have to come to me with a logical argument just sending an angry rant followed with an insult about how my brain is underdeveloped is just wasting my time tbh

Anonymous said: for people who are trying to insult you because you’re young and your brain is supposedly is underdeveloped these older harries sure lack reading comprehension

let us say a prayer for them. i guess we all have underdeveloped brains

Anonymous said: At least harry is 26. I’m also in the shawn side of tumblr & the amount of middle aged moms sexualizing him and writing smutty fanfics when he was UNDERAGE was 🤢 but it was always “fine & completely different because they would never actually act on it so it’s okay”. I’m so glad I wasn’t around back then with harry. Caroline was probably their queen

oh ew nasty. and yeah there’s people who still don’t think there was anything wrong with that (and we all know what age group they belong to)

Anonymous said:“You don’t get to 40 and suddenly love balding men” you’re saying this as if attractive men in their 40s don’t exist…

attractive men outside of harry actually do not exist

Anonymous said:some 40 year old is really coming into your inbox and making you feel bad about being young. like maam go to bed so you can take your kids to school tomorrow morning instead of worrying about what people say on tumblr. embarrassing

i don’t care if they have kids i just hope they have self respect this is genuinely embarrassing

Anonymous said:are these people okay like seriously are they okay

they have normally developed brains but apparently not

Anonymous said: Y'all being so rude on anon? Like I can tell op is super tired of your shit. So stop, take a sec and think “am I being a polite and caring person” before you send an ask. It’s significantly more wrong for a 50 year old to share sexual fantasies online about a 26 year old than it is for a 20 year old lmao. But neither are wrong entirely. In either case can we let this go now?

i don’t completely agree but i’m so tired of this subject i wanna Stop

#okay this is most of them #if you read all of these my condolences

[i-sveikata]

Teen Wolf S06E12 liveblog

because of reasons 

what the hell its so bright. teen wolf legit cant get a handle on their lighting for this damn show its either impossible to see or blinding.

ugh theo really? are we supposed to feel sad for this guy because he’s homeless now the fuck. why do they only bring back the boring white guy characters? where’s danny?? where’s kira? where’s literally anyone else but him.

cool man time for spider murder

dude this is clearly a recurring issue. why is nobody calling his parents?? hes literally an underage kid they keep catching sleeping in a car the fuck??? deputies aint doing shit

omg bruh you have clearly never been to australia. why the fuck you let that spider crawl up your arm? thats on you boo

and of course nobody locks the clinic and we need that obligatory shirtless scene to pull the spider out of his body. not creepy at all

ah yes spiders disappear in a puff of smoke all the time. this is natural spider behaviour.

lol why do people think that if they call scott he will answer? when has he ever actually picked up his phone when ppl need him?? boy keeps it on silent i swear.

ahh yes that getting shot up by a bunch of hunters feeling. but guess who isnt going to die? this seemingly immortal white guy, the shock.

oh no scott flashbacks boy, get out, protect yourself

are they trying to imply that scott ran all that way and malia and lydia just caught up with him? was the running part of the flashback? questions

“do you hear that” its death. lets assume its death.

“hunters. run” wow. those hunters sure are convenient showing up when the show needs a new plot device and literally never appearing otherwise. did chris argent frighten them all away?

what scott bby no, thats your besties dad. put down the sheriff friend

oh what do you know they were flashlights all along and not the red laser things for shooting ppl. much joy.

did scott just come out as a werewolf to the rest of the deputies? i support him.

“Whats wrong with his eyes” lol thats the only thing theyre stuck on, not the transformed face or the growling or the body hair? ok.

“Stand down” ye parrish protect scott. is he part of the pack? did we ever have that confirmed or do we just assume.

oh the deputies lowered their weapons and lydia and malia give scott some vaguely ambiguous looks. 

why do they always have such intense music when literally nothing happens?

if theyre about to do a ptsd storyline for scott (which straight up would make so much sense tbh) i stg they better not make fun

scott awkwardly like “You dont think they saw anything do you” “No more than theyre used to” lol beacon hills u have problems.

scott? why you hiding shit from stilinski? tell him about the bullet. 

why does lydia just stand there for that entire scene and say literally nothing like wtf. dazzling banshee statue.

okay they all decided not to tell the sheriff about chris but like why? sheriff isnt the shoot first type. whats the point?

mason getting distracted talking about bretts 8pack is life.

liam picked mason up and literally carried him out of the locker room im screaming.

dodgy counsellor murderer lady is back

sun tzu quotes. art of war and an ominous knife in the table just another day in the college counsellor ladies office.

oh no poor kid murdered by spiders noooooooooooooooooo in his mouth why

eichen house- gross let that place die already. 

parrish “Im not letting you in that place” wtf let her? nah man. hard pass.

trying to hack into chris laptop- is the password gonna be allison dont do this to us you assholes.

you fuckers didnt even let scott write out allisons name before panning away from the laptop jesus

parrish in the bowels of creepy eichen house what the fuck is even going on in this place honestly

dear god quiet girls voice asking for help fuck that shit right off. nope. parrish gotta flash the eyes for that access because apparently everybody knows about the supernatural in beacon hills now. not a far stretch tbh.

lol doctor locked him in. solidarity.

oh hey i think i saw corey for two seconds. not sure. is theo playing lacrosse with them??? idk. does he even attend school anymore?

is that meant to be brett who body checked him? legit cant even see ppl behind the lacrosse helmets.

i swear they just trying to establish a story line for liam in case they can come back with another show. but like he aint that interesting sorry.

why is it just destroy goalie corey now? hes doing his best. trying to stay visible.

counsellor lady looking at brett. newest victim?? brett trying to help liam get control ayeee werewolf pals.

the fuck parrish. how is the population of beacon hills not constantly dropping with all these body piles that keep showing up everywhere.

haha nurse dude who locked him in was evil, were they trying to surprise us with that?

yet another liam rage moment. somebody help this kid chill out for five seconds.

chris making deals, finding out ppl buying guns from him are fake army dudes what a ride. wheres his backup? 

“I had a guy on the inside” “who” “youre standing on him” lol malia and scott arrive to fuck it up again.

huh a massive shoot out where nobody got shot and the bad guy got away. nice.

“You dont have a cell in here that can hold me” damn parrish sounding tough and shit before he becomes a popsicle.

did they honestly just bring brett back so the new counsellor lady could kill him. harsh

lydia up to her banshee shit again. save parrish.

“I havent stamped a bullet since allison died” dear god rip my heart out.

how did it take them literally that long to find the dead kid who got eaten by spiders in the locker room? like was he just lying there all day and nobody noticed.

lol lydia went to eichen house and didnt tell anybody she was going there. smart move. much good plan.

bruh this nurse guy gonna kill parrish. what is lydia even doing rn?

jesus everybody be having flash backs for when they were tortured at some point in the past. poor girl be having a panic attack.

OMFG THEY DID IT AGAIN DAMMIT. WHY DOES EVERY FEMALE CHARACTER HAVE TO HAVE A FREAK OUT BEFORE SHE HAS AN EMPOWERING MOMENT GODDAMN.

like literally they go all terrified and crying before their expression gets intense and powerful like seriously? girls dont all react the same way you cowards.

wow actually having a moment where scott admits he got freaked out. cant remember the last time that happened. oh hey and here comes the malia x scott scenes. how is this not weird?

has literally everybody hooked up on this show now at some point?

hahah chris turns up with a laser sight thing on his gun. very appropriate. not traumatising at all.

aww scotts little smile after he looked at malia was kinda sweet. 

omg the way they flinched when chris raised his gun- these poor fucking kids man. cant catch a break

oh god when young pack gang find the spider kid decidedly not dead and they say they tried to call him and he checks his phone and is like “huh musta died” THATS A TERRIBLE PUN. VERY BAD.

wooo they figured out its an inexperienced hunter killing ppl. also where did brett go? are we just assuming hes alive because he got away idk?

im liking the little pack powows in scotts kitchen. simpler times.

it all comes down to fear. “What are they afraid of?” “....us” DUN DUN

hold up counsellor lady got scratched? she a werewolf now???? omg lol brett jumping out of trees to attack counsellors who tried to kill him.

gets shot by an arrow for his efforts. flees into the night. noice.

ugh gerard. bruh. you need to die. lets not take the counsellor lady under your wing. beacon hills is running out of bodies to make piles out of as it is. 

#teen wolf #season 6 spoilers #6b spoilers #teen wolf s06e12 #dont know what this is #me venting basically #oh well its been fun

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 22

THE 03/17/17 UPDATE

HERE WE GO, finally an update with a BUNCH of pages for me to comment about. Page 115-126, how exciting. God I need to get better with intro’s I’m sorry.

Heh, I like how everybody’s emotions are clear as day here. Anyways, nobody new’s here which makes me hope that this cast of characters will continue to interact and mingle.

W o ah there, calm yourself Vriska. She’s not lookin pleased with Tavvy over there. Also, I love how this is literally the exact same panel other than Vriska.

VRISKA: Wh8t?! VRISKA: The hell are all of you st8ring at???????? MEENAH: 38/

WHAT? IT’S PERFECTLY NORMAL TO PASS OUT DURING A LIFE-THREATENING BATTLE AGAINST AN UNKILLABLE GOD.

Fish gills changed a bit. This animation is also g re a t. I could literally watch Vriska just dust herself off for hours. God that sounded creepy. Fefefri is seeminnnn a lil taken aback here. And Meenah is real disappointed. Or just looking away to please Vriska, which would be cute but is probably not the case.

I love how not good Vriska is at recovering from embarrassing moments.

Oooohhh shit. Le’s behind the Juju im guessing, but that green hole is gettin closer and closer. They might need to start getting out of here soon.

VRISKA: What the hell just HAPPENED?

Homestuck happened.  And you passed out.

Tavros raising his hand like a student. He would totally be the kind of student the teacher always has to pander to, even though the rest of the class is tired of hearing the same thing explained over and over.

TAVROS: dO YOU MEAN, tHE EXPLOSION,,,? TAVROS: oR,,, TAVROS: WAS IT AN ATTACK? TAVROS: iT WAS HARD TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE, TAVROS: sO MAYBE IT DOESN’T MATTER,,,

Was that explosion he’s talking about just the LE mouth blast? I think it’s an attack Tavros. Less of an explosion than it was a beam with boomy results.

VRISKA: Tavros, stop. VRISKA: Just, stop. Right now. I’m already twice over the limit of how much 8ullshit I can take in one day, and your irrit8ing voice is THIS close to giving me a head8che. TAVROS: uHHH,,,? VRISKA: Nope, too l8. Migr8ne city, popul8tion: me! Thanks a 8uttload, 8oy skylark. TAVROS: i,,,iM,,,sORRY,,,? DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah sorry about your head vwhiskers but i gotta interject here DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < furst off your head hurts beclaws it got hit with a deadly fuckin laser pointer

Hahah. Get it? Laser pointer. Because. CAT. And also, holy shit Vriska got HIT with that?? Or was it just an explosion thingy FROM the laser pointer that knocked her out.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < so blaming it on tavros f33ls purrty damn rude to me tbh DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < but i dont really wanna get into a catfight with you right now DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < or maybe not ever cause thats just like NOPE no thanks

You’re the best Davepeta. Almost as great as Vriska.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < cranky vriska? ill pass on that DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < especially since there are like DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < way more important things to be dealing with! DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < so ill let it slide fur now B33 DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < as you were saying tavros?

So can Davepeta just be Tavros’ wingman? Because holy shit that’d be great. Actually, could this be the beginning of a beautiful PALE ROMANCE?? Probably not because ARquius is totally their soulmate.

TAVROS: wELL,,, tHANK YOU, fOR SPEAKING ON MY BEHALF, eVEN IF IT WASN’T STRICTLY NECESSARY,

It was necessary tavros.

TAVROS: uHHHH,,,

My point exactly.

TAVROS: bIRD NEPETA? TAVROS: oR, wHOEVER YOU ARE, DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < youre half right! DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < its davepeta TAVROS: oH, TAVROS: oKAY, TAVROS: sO,,,dAVEPETA,,, TAVROS: dO YOU THINK IT WAS AN ATTACK OR AN EXPLOSION? DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < tavros DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < are you holding onto your socks because im about to blow them the fuck off DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i think it was an attack DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < that was ALSO an explosion DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < >B33 TAVROS: }:o

:o MAN, Davepeta you need to chill! I have to go get dressed now, because you just blew my entire OUTFIT off! from shirt to shorts, nothing could withstan the sheer FORCE of your shocking observation.

VRISKA: UGH!!!!!!!!

Shut up Vriska.

Oh. We also got a Porrim back there. And, I guess that’s just Kankri? Maybe the same one, maybe a different? Vriska needs to chill though.

VRISKA: I don’t have TIME for this! VRISKA: Who gives a shit if it was an att8ck or WH8TEVER!!!!!!!! VRISKA: Am I the really only person who c8res about m8king sure the most evil fucker in all of paradox space is FINALLY DE8D FOR GOOD?!?!?!?! VRISKA: Isn’t that what we r8sed an entire army for?? VRISKA: The army that is NOWH8RE TO 8E FOUND, 8Y THE W8Y!!!!!!!!

I think they’re all d e a d Vriska. And you’re assuming way too much of this group of NINCOMPOOPS. They literally are just doing whatever.

MEENAH: vriska VRISKA: WH8T!!!!!!!! MEENAH: you need to krill out for a sec

Exactly. Krill out girl.

VRISKA: NO, *YOU* “KRILL OUT”!!!!!!!! VRISKA: I AM N8T GOING TO KRILL IN A SINGLE FUCKING DIRECTION UNTIL SOME8ODY DECIDES TO OPEN THEIR MOUTH AND FILL ME IN ON WH8T THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!!!!!!!! MEENAH: the armys gone

Yup. Everybody fucking died via death laser.

FFS CHILL Vriska.

VRISKA: GONE?! VRISKA: No SHIT, they’re GONE! VRISKA: Do YOU see a throng of expenda8le, huddled masses anywh8re near8y, Meenah?? 8ecause if so, NOW WOULD 8E A GR8 TIME TO LET ME KNOW! MEENAH: ...

Calm down Vriska, before you push away the people that AREN’T dead. I mean, who know’s if these guys even care enough to keep working for you anyways. I’d say Meenah’s the last person you should be yelling at.

VRISKA: No?? That’s what I fucking THOUGHT. VRISKA: Th8nk you SO much for that astute o8serv8tion! VRISKA: That sure clears up JACK SQU8T! VRISKA: Now how a8out we get 8ack to the LESS immedi8tly o8vious! VRISKA: Gone WHERE? And more importantly, WHY! MEENAH: listen serks i could really do without the attitide MEENAH: if you took two seconds to breathe you could prolly figure it out yourself MEENAH: but if itll help you clam down...

Exactly, Clam down Vriska. Because it doesn’t take a goddamn genius to figure out they’re all dead.

VRISKA: It DEFIN8TELY will. So spill!!!!!!!! MEENAH: they got blasted VRISKA: Are you serious? VRISKA: He took out EVERYONE? In one hit?! MEENAH: nah not all of em MEENAH: but a lotta double death happened yeah MEENAH: i mean the weapon didnt do flip of what it was SUPPOS-ED to do as far as i could tell MEENAH: it did a pretty good job of sheildin our asses MEENAH: (youre whalecome btw)

Meenah, you’re the true hero here. I mean a calm troll who’s powerful, smart, and only sometimes out of order? I’d say that’s the best kinda troll we can get.

MEENAH: but anybody who didnt get behind it MEENAH: definitely got fried VRISKA: So? Where’s Lord English now?? VRISKA: 8ecause if we need to track him down, we need to get on that like, yesterday!

He isn’t still there? I thought he’d just be doing some angry lord english stuff. Hopefully he isn’t causing too much trouble.......

MEENAH: uh MEENAH: dudes still havin a tantrum over there actually

Oh. I was r i g h t .

VRISKA: Then why the hell are we all the w8y out here?! MEENAH: look vriska MEENAH: the plan didnt work MEENAH: you got KOd or passed out or whatever the shell MEENAH: and the army got gutted MEENAH: so i figured the only sensible fin to do was a tactical retreat VRISKA: Okay, fine. That WAS pretty sensi8le. MEENAH: except MEENAH: most of everyone didnt STOP retreatin MEENAH: no matter what inspirational crab i threw at them VRISKA: .......

Oh.

Oh.

so there WERE more survivors, but the most’ve them just bailed on the scene. Damn. Well, who can blame them? Double death isn’t for everyone I suppose.

Well ARADIA sure seems happy :D

MEENAH: sorry aboat your head by the way MEENAH: ill admit that was my bad MEENAH: aint easy to haul ass in sand with dead weight over your shoulder

To the people behind ACT OMEGA: You better get me a gif of Meenah dragging Vriska face down through the sand.

ARADIA: hey! ARADIA: at least theres a bright side to all this

Of COURSE there is AA.

Awe. This team charge hug is actually kinda precious. Tavros’ little smile, and Aradia’s “appreciate him!” look.

ARADIA: tavros convinced a few people to stay ARADIA: right? :D

Oh, well that’s good then! So far, I know we have... Tavros, Aradia, Sollux, Kankri, Porrim, Mituna, Feferi, Latula, Vriska, Meenah, Davepeta, and possibly more.

TAVROS: i DID, TAVROS: tHROUGH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP,

TAVROS: aND A LARGE QUANTITY OF WORDS, sPOKEN DIRECTLY FROM THE HEART, TAVROS: eVEN THOUGH IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER IF ALL OF THEM HAD STAYED, i THINK, TAVROS: tHERE IS A PART OF ME THAT ALSO THOUGHT LEAVING MIGHT HAVE BEEN A GOOD IDEA,,, TAVROS: cONSIDERING, hOW THINGS LOOK PRETTY HOPELESS NOW, TAVROS: bUT THAT PART OF ME IS THE ONE THAT MISSED OUT ON THE COMPLETION, oF MY SUCCESSFUL AND FULFILLING CHARACTER ARC,

He get’s so cocky sometimes, but it’s the kind of cocky where he’s nervous he’s not looking cocky in the right way. What the hell am I typing. I just love how self aware he is.

TAVROS: wHICH IS WHAT THE MAJORITY OF THE REST OF ME IS COMPRISED OF, TAVROS: eSPECIALLY THE PARTS THAT WERE KICKING LORD ENGLISH IN THE FACE, nOT TOO LONG AGO, TAVROS: aND TRUTHFULLY, i AM STILL PRETTY FIRED UP, fROM THAT, TAVROS: sO I IGNORED THE COWARDLY IMPULSE, aND INSTEAD STAYED TO HELP MY FRIENDS, sEE THIS UNDERTAKING THROUGH TO THE END, TAVROS: aND THERE WERE SOME PEOPLE, wHO AGREED WITH ME, TAVROS: wHICH ARE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE HERE, pRESENTLY,

Goddammit, these people aren’t the brightest. They had to have stayed with him out of pity. If all of your friends are running away, and the only person asking you to stay and fight an unkillable demon was T A V R O S .

You’d run.

Sollux doesn’t wanna be here.

ARADIA: see? sollux and i even stayed to help too ARADIA: in fact were all here to help ARADIA: well maybe some of us are here mostly out of curiosity SOLLUX: 0r b0red0m.

Or pity. Or self-hate. Or a deathwish.

ARADIA: or that too! or maybe even a mishmash of all sorts of motivations ARADIA: but whatever the reason we are on your side ARADIA: so i get the feeling if you dont lighten up a little ARADIA: some of us might suddenly have a lot more of a reason to join the others ARADIA: and find something else to do

Nice way of putting it Aradia. Vriska really needs to Clam down and Krill out, because she’s gonna lose the few she has with her still.

OH SHIT THAT’S THE END OF THE UPDATE. Well then, that’d be my cue to sleep. it’s 2:15 AM an I have summerschool in 5 hours. gnight folks. 

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