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Chapter Thirty-One — Legacy

It didn’t go into the little thing Zeke made to listen to these, not at first at least — it was shoved into some port on his computer as he typed away, looking for something. Analyzing it, I came to realize. When the only thing that popped up on it was ‘AUDIO FILE’ with a jumble of letters and numbers after the fact, he pulled it out of the computer and put it into his invention at a speed that should have broken both.

5k words | 16-20 min read time | TRIGGER WARNINGS: Child death, death, 'hallucinations' in a way, mass death, violence (not visually described).

⚠ AUTHOR'S NOTE: 5k words, and less than half came from my mind. There's someone else who deserves the accolades for this chapter, and it's because she spent 4 hours on mic with me as we wrote this together months ago. Her friendship was the first gift of many I received from being in this fandom, so naturally she had to be the first to feature in Erosion. Thanks @codenamehazard for being the best supporter, helping me lay down the groundwork for Erosion and [you know ;)], and giving me a chance to siphon show your talents in my own fic. Love ya girl!!!

Everyone froze. Even the cicadas outside stopped screaming after Zeke said that. Dr. Sims didn’t look surprised at all — he just moved to look down at the floor. Brent, wide eyed, looked across the room over at me, frozen mid-step.

And Dad? He was glaring. “Yeah, we’re done here.” he said flatly, moving off of the wall to stand. “Brent, Jean — go upstairs and start packing your things—”

“Delsin—” Dr. Sims began before Dad cut him off.

“No, Eugene,” he snapped. “You can’t expect me to believe that shit, c’mon.”

“It’s true—” Zeke began to defend.

“Bullshit!”

Zeke stood so fast that the gaming chair he was sitting in launched back, hitting the desk and rattling the monitors on it. He was gone, storming off into the hallway by the stairwell, towards the room he told us was his and throwing open the door he said we could knock on if we ever needed him.

“I can’t believe you brought me here for information like that,” Dad scoffed, looking at Dr. Sims. “Time travel? Really?”

“Is it that far-fetched when we’re talking about the Beast?” Dr. Sims asked, keeping his composure under Dad’s scrutiny with ease.

“You’re trying to get me to believe time travel exists, Eugene. Do you not hear yourself?” Dad demanded. “I’m trying to help my kid, not play some Back to the Future fantasy—”

“I know it’s a lot to take in—”

“A lot?” Dad demanded, stepping closer to Dr. Sims. “A lot? You’re telling me time travel exists and Kessler didn’t manage to stop the Beast? He still managed to fuck it up?”

Dr. Sims sighed. “If you just let us explain it—”

“No.” Dad cut him off, holding up a hand. He looked furious. “I’m not gonna listen to you tell me fucking lies like this. You didn’t lose anything to the Beast or the plague — I did. I’m not gonna be mocked—”

A loud and harsh bang resounded in the middle of Dad’s argument, making me yelp with a jerk and scaring Brent enough to turn the tips of his hair silver. Zeke stood at the edge of the room, a small metal chest at his feet. For the first time since we got here, he looked angry at Dad, like he was ready for a fight.

Zeke bent down and unlatched the chest, throwing the lid open so hard it bounced off of the frame once. He began digging away in the chest, pulling out things one by one; a yellow and black jacket, a weird backpack with one strap. They all came out and were set down in one fluid, anger-fueled movement as Zeke looked for something. “The last thing Kessler did before he died was give Cole a picture,” Zeke began to explain as he pulled an old leather wallet out of the chest. “You heard the dead drop about Trish — tell me something.”

He stomped up right to Dad, and held out the picture for him to take. “How do I have a photo of them on their wedding day if he never got to propose to her?”

Dad kept his scowl but something in his vision changed as he reached out to take the photograph Zeke held out. Brent moved immediately to look at it from over Dad’s shoulder and it only took a moment till my resolve broke and I stood, moving to Dad’s other side.

It was an old photograph, one of those print out ones you’d get at like, a Walmart photo center. The main focus of the photograph was the bride, who looked straight at the camera with a dazzling smile, veil caught in the light breeze of a spring wind. Cole was there, the actual Cole, features way softer than the ones on his statue as he pressed his forehead to his wife’s temple, looking at her through his lashes. Even Zeke was there in sunglasses and with a smile, face thinner and less wrinkled.

“Cole never even got to propose to Trish,” Zeke insisted. “But Kessler? He had two children with her, and they all died to the Beast.”

Dad took a moment to look up from the picture, eyes meeting Zeke’s. “You’re asking me to trust that Kessler, the man that killed this woman, was in love with her? That he killed his own wife?”

“I didn’t say it made sense, I just said it was true,” Zeke retorted, crossing his arms. “Kessler wanted to make sure Cole would make all the hard choices. He ran when the Beast first showed up in his time. He took away Cole’s ability to be swayed.”

Dad looked back down at the photo. And, slowly, he shook his head. “I don’t believe you,” he said simply, no emotion in his voice.

“Delsin—“ Dr. Sims chimed from the side.

“No, Eugene.” Dad snapped. “There’s no proof besides this picture. How am I supposed to trust this when the man that could confirm it is dead?” Dad breathed deeply like he was trying to keep from spewing a slew of curse words. “I’m here just for the First Sons’ base location. That’s it. I don’t need to hear about this stupid little fairytale — just where this base is. If it wasn’t for her?” He said, jabbing a thumb my way. “I would have already left.”

Dad’s expression looked like it wasn’t up for any sort of debate or conversation, which no one dared to attempt. Zeke sort of scoffed and snatched the old dog-eared photograph from Dad before turning back to the chest full of Cole’s things, yanking up the partially folded jacket off of the ground to throw back in with the rest.

And in the awkward silence of it all, there was the softest little clatter as a small chip came flying away from the jacket and skittered across the floor to my feet.

I stepped back once, bending down to pick up the chip. There was miniscule writing on it in a silvery sort of ink and a chicken scratch that looked like it was due more to shaky hands than anything else: for Zeke.

“Uh, here,” I said, holding it out for him to take.

He just stayed staring at my outstretched hand like it was poisonous, mouth opening and closing like a fish with nothing coming out of it. Not until he seemed to choke on air in an effort to speak. “That shouldn’t be there,” he muttered.

“What?”

That chip was out of my hand in an instant and Zeke was flying across the room, nearly tripping over his gaming chair in an effort to get into it. “How did I never fucking look in the pockets?” he chastised the air, growling.

Dad glanced over at me before looking at the back of Zeke’s head. “I uh…what is it?”

“I don’t know,” Zeke responded. “I don’t know,”

The chip reader crackled as it struggled to read the piece, making a couple clicking noises like it was stuttering before it came to life. There was a bit of shuffling on the line, and a grunt as someone moved with the noise before humming. “Alright.” the voice mumbled to itself. It had a natural rasp that was strained, like he was sick or had a stuffy nose. There was an airiness that gave to a wheeze, like he had spent the last day and a half either crying or smoking a carton of cigarettes. He just seemed so tired. He cleared his throat harshly once, and then started talking. “Audio log, date—” he started before cutting off. There was a pause before he mumbled, “What was today?” to himself, counting off in mutterings before scoffing and saying, “Fuck it.”

Zeke’s hand shot over his mouth, and he paled. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

Professionalism abandoned, the man sighed, taking a moment to gather himself. “Zeke, if you’re listening to this, I’m…I’m already dead. There’s no other way to say it — I’m dead.” Even now, so many years in the future and a good seven feet away, I could hear him swallow thickly, like he wasn’t even really ready to digest the fact himself. “There’s been a lot I’ve wanted to say to you. A lot I’ve been…holding back, but I just never could say, ‘cause how would I? I know we’ve seen insane but the shit that’s been going on with me? It’s just — would you even believe me?”

“I would’ve, Cole” Zeke muttered in the silence.

Cole. Cole MacGrath. My eyes widened so large they felt like they were gonna pop out of my head as I looked at Dad, who’s brow was furrowed as he looked at the little speaker.

“You remember the dreams I talked about, back in Empire?” Cole asked, like Zeke could respond to him then or now. “They never stopped. If anything…they got worse. I started to see—” his voice cracked and he stopped short before continuing, “I started to see…in my dreams, what life could have been. I saw Trish. I saw my daughters.” He huffed, sniffing hard, like he was trying to decide whether to cry or celebrate. “Twins, can you believe it? Beautiful girls. I saw it all — how we struggled to even have them and the day they were born. Amaris and Elena…my sun and moon. We fought to conceive and then they were premature and there was…for a while, we thought we were going to lose them. I’d let them hold my finger sometimes and just whisper to them to keep fighting because I didn’t want them to be alone. I could feel their weight when I was allowed to hold them for the first time. They were so small. Weighed practically nothing. But holding them, something Trish and I got to make? It felt like I was holding the world. I would’ve done anything for them. Protect them, take care of them, love them — I would’ve been the father I never got. I got to see them grow up, too. Amaris was a wild free-spirit that we could barely contain, and Elena…she was so gentle. I loved them both so much, Zeke, and I’ll never even get to have them now. I would’ve done anything for them…”

Dad shifted on my left and I looked at him in time to see him bring a hand to his chin to rub it, eyes wet. Brent was staring at some fixed spot in the wall across from him, face steeled in all ways but actually.

Cole exhaled shakily, hard enough for the mic on the recorder to cackle with static. “But there was more, so much more. I saw the chaos, the destruction, everything Kessler showed me and then some. Saw a world turned upside down, an apocalyptic wasteland where everyone and everything was insane. I saw complete and utter annihilation. I saw a world that no matter what I did, it didn’t matter. That one scares me the most — to do everything right and it didn’t fucking matter.” he growled that last word.

“And the part that scares me the most is that these do not feel like dreams. These do not feel like nightmares. They feel too real.” He insisted. “They feel like — god, as insane as it sounds, they feel like visions.”

That dam that was holding back his emotion cracked, and he gasped. “I’m becoming like Kessler,” he realized in a haunted whisper. “I’m becoming like Kessler, I’m…”

Zeke’s head fell into his hands as Cole’s voice broke and he began to gasp for air, choking back sobs. My cast was pressed so hard to my mouth that I could practically feel its design imprinting on my skin as I tried to keep quiet. He sounded so broken, so scared. This Kessler guy was enough to scare the man that took on the Beast. He was on the brink of hysterics.

He paused for a moment to inhale shakily. “Still, I can’t get that thought outta my head, that one nightmare — that one vision. That I could do everything right and it doesn’t fucking matter. That nobody will see me except for the Demon of Empire City. The power–fueled terrorist that started the plague and destroyed Empire City.”

Brent shook his head and cracked, beginning to pace back and forth in front of Dad and I. Dad’s head was hung low, hands on his hips and his face obscured by his hair. I couldn’t even move from where I was. There wasn’t enough power in the world that could get me to summon my feet to step, not when my legs felt like lead.

“That Conduits could never be seen as anything other than monsters and tools. That I could give everything to save everyone, do everything right, be the hero that everyone wants, that that man groomed me to be…and it doesn’t fucking matter.” Cole continued. “That all of this, all of this pain, all of this suffering, all of this loss — your betrayal, Trish’s death, the loss of what could have been — meant fuckall!

“And none of this matters. None of it matters.” Cole blubbered. “Don’t matter what I do, I fail. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try…I fail. I fail you, I fail Trish, I fail my daughters. No matter what I do, I’m a failure…just like Kessler. God…no matter what I do, I fail. I’ve become just like Kessler. A failure.” Cole’s voice got louder the further he rambled until it cracked with his held back screams — and a zap. “A fucking failure!” He bellowed, voice cracking. There’s a crash, and more follow, the static on the recorder more electrical than noise as Cole rampaged.

His voice would wail over the sound of destruction, nonsensical rambling that would occasionally be something we could hear. “"They were twins, twins! My little girls, my sun and moon. I failed them! I failed them all!" He screamed at some point, Zeke’s shoulders beginning to shake with silent sobs as he said that. “I‘m going to fucking become him! A failure!” He screams again. “"I killed them! I killed them! My wife, my daughters! They're dead, I killed them!” There was another hard crash, like a pile of something metal collapsed under his rage. “The blood on his hands stain mine! They’re dead because of me! They’re dead because I was a fucking coward the first time and a murderer the second! We’re the same fucking person! They’re dead because of me!”

There was more crashing, more loud screaming that devolved into something incoherent. I wasn’t even sure Cole was trying to talk anymore — he was just angry. But I have never, never heard wailing like that from someone before, a desperate and painstricken sound that vibrated my core. It was enough to actually make my heart hurt, to make me choke back my own sobs. My little whimper as I held back my tears caught Brent’s attention as he passed in front of me. Brent himself has splotches of red across his face from holding back his own sobs, and both of our eyes were glistening when they met. He moved to stand beside me instead of pace and threw an arm over my shoulder, letting me tuck into his side and use his chest to hide the noise of my crying.

And then everything on the recording stopped. Everything except for Cole’s quiet crying. There’s shuffling as the recorder is readjusted and he sniffs hard, coughing to clear his throat. “I want to be wrong.” He murmurs, exhausted. “I hope to god I’m wrong. I…I don’t want you to live in a world like that, Zeke.” Zeke himself began sobbing quietly. “I…I just, I’ve been holding all this back because I didn’t wanna worry you. You’ve got enough problems, you’re dying yourself. You’re suffering from the Plague, I didn’t need you to worry about me. It was my burden to bear. And don’t lie. You would’ve.” He huffs a chuckle, as if he could already hear how Zeke was muttering that he should have told him anyways.

“I want you to be happy.” Cole says simply. “And I’ll still try to do everything right, in the hopes that I’m wrong. I want to be wrong so fucking bad. So that you can live in a world where Conduits aren’t seen as things to be used or monsters to be scared of. So that Conduits can be seen as you see me — just another person. Someone…with fears and hopes and lives and families. Just another person.

“I’m so fucking scared. I don't wanna die.” Cole MacGrath, the Cole MacGrath, said with this haunted tone like the severity of the situation was only just beginning to settle in his chest. “It seems like fate’s got it out for us, huh? Maybe it doesn’t even matter then, if I even do the right thing. That blast core from the Vermaak makes seven, and I’m ready for the RFI. We’ve just gotta charge it some more…but I don’t even know if this whole thing will work — it’s a huge gamble. What if the RFI doesn’t wipe out the Plague? What if it just kills Conduits, kills the Beast, and leaves you all to die slowly? God...so many people are going to die either way, but what if we're wrong? What if everyone dies?”

Cole paused, breathing shakily. “So much goddamn blood on my hands…everyone’s. It doesn’t matter if I did it as Cole, or as Kessler — this is all my fault. Everything lies in this gamble, Zeke. This is more than just coming out short on a slot machine — this could be the end of it all. We could be wrong. The RFI could fail, and all that happens is I kill all of humanity.”

“But…” Cole drew off, another popping sound interfering with the mic. ”I’m willing to take that risk, just for that slight chance that I’m wrong.” His voice is more resolved, even if it still sounded weak. “That this works, and it heals you and gets rid of the Beast. So that you can live and be happy…and so you can live in a world where things are a little more peaceful. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I’ve learned this lesson the hard way — you can’t always have what you want. Isn’t that right? But I’ve literally lost everything…except for you, Zeke. You’re all I have left. The only family Kessler allowed me to keep. I don’t have Trish. I’ll never get to know my baby girls. So I’ll do it for you.”

Cole’s voice cracked again on you, and it was almost like I could envision him running his hands over his face to calm himself down. “You’re off with Laroche right now doing God knows what to charge the RFI. I don’t know where Nix is, and Kuo…I don’t even want to think about her. We never got to talk after I tested the RFI. I know as soon as that thing’s charged, if I don’t set it off then…then I never will. So…I guess this is goodbye.” he said so casually, so resigned. Like in that small amount of time, he accepted that this was it. “Sorry it can’t be in person, but there’s not enough time for formalities. We were never the type to give a shit about them anyways.” Cole gasped quietly, trying to hold back another wave of emotion. “I love you brother,” he said, voice quivering. “And I’m…I’m sure gonna miss you,”

Cole almost immediately began quietly sobbing by the end of his farewell, the sound echoing through the silent stilt house as the recording stopped. Zeke’s whole body shook as he was wracked with quiet sobs, Brent’s arm was heavy around me and I just knew it was because we were feeling the weight of all of this on both of our shoulders.

Cole was…scared, by the end. Barely able to deal with the fact that he needed to die, and that he was taking out so many people with him. That recording was the final plea of a man wanting nothing more than to be wrong, and I wasn’t even sure if he got what he wanted. I couldn’t reliably decide, at least, by the time I calmed myself down.

Dad breathed deeply and raised his head, arms crossed over his chest. He had that stoic look he reserved for interrogations, but it didn’t hide how red his eyes were. “You weren’t lying.” He said simply, looking at Zeke��s back. “I’m sorry.”

Zeke’s head slowly raised. “Kessler was a desperate sonofabitch, who was willing to do anything to stop the Beast. And that included hurting himself.”

“We don’t know how he did it.” Dr. Sims said from the side. He himself had a rogue tear on his cheek that he hastily swiped away. “We just know it’s true.”

Dad rubbed the growing scruff on his face and sighed. “We can ask more questions later.” he decided, looking at Zeke. The man was still hunched into himself, refusing to look at us; Dad probably thought now was a terrible time to ask some clarifying questions. “But I still think our best option is to find the First Sons’ old base.”

Dr. Sims pushed off of the wall and walked over to where Zeke was, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “I can go through the rest of the dead drops,” he offered Zeke quietly. “Why don’t you go take a moment?”

Zeke nodded, struggling to find the will to stand. He pulled the chip out of the reader and held it like it was gold, gently putting it back into the pocket of that yellow and black jacket before closing the chest and lifting it, refusing to look at anyone. His echoing footsteps resounded the first floor until his bedroom door closed, leaving us all in the remnants of what was his past.

“Holy shit, Eugene,” Dad breathed, looking over at his friend, eyes wide. “Time travel. Time travel.”

“I know,” Dr. Sims breathed. “I still wonder how he did it. It keeps me up at night.”

“So this Kessler asshole has been a part of it from the beginning and the end.” Dad shook his head. “Jesus…”

Brent’s arm withdrew from my shoulder and he let me move away to sit on the couch, shaking his head slowly. “It still doesn’t make sense,” he mutters. “Why kill his wife instead of keeping her safe? Why keep Zeke alive?”

I drew my knees into my chest the moment I sat down, trying to breathe deeply. I wasn’t even sure how to process this. Time travel! There’s ways to time travel, and Kessler learned to do it to try and stop the Beast.

That thought made me stop. “Dad?” I asked, lifting my head from my knees.

Dad paused his chatting with Dr. Sims to look over. “What’s up, Jeanie?”

“Kessler came back to stop the Beast, right?” I began, “And he was from the future so he…he probably knew who it was. But…John worked with Kessler. John even said in one of the dead drops he was promoted to work directly with him. Why not stop him when he had the chance? Before he became the Beast?”

“He said that?” Dr. Sims asked as Dad’s mouth froze mid response, the weight of the question hanging in the air.

Brent held up a hand as if to correct me. “He said something about Kessler knowing he had an important destiny, remember?” He asked, looking between Dad and I. “If he knew John was the Beast and wanted to stop him, why not just kill him before all of that happened?”

Something wasn’t adding up and we were all beginning to realize it, especially as Dad and Dr. Sims glanced at each other uncomfortably. “That…doesn’t matter,” Dad finally decided. “Not anymore. They’re all dead, there’s no one to ask. All we need to worry about right now is finding this place the ice soldiers were made to see if there’s any sort of connection to Archangel.”

Dad walked over to Dr. Sims’ side as he sat in the gaming chair, leaving Brent and I to share a look, the type that said no matter what was going on, we didn’t believe it. Kessler came back in time in search of a way to stop the Beast, and all he did was ruin lives — including his own. He murdered who was supposed to be his wife, gave his own past self trauma, and yet didn’t even try to stop the man beside him that was the actual Beast?

It didn’t make sense, and I wasn’t sure if there was any explanation that would make it make sense.

Dad and Dr. Sims went through the remaining dead drop chips that would load, painting the rest of the confusing picture on what happened here, at least; Bertrand being angry about whatever sort of Conduit he was, believing God wanted him to be more. There was another Conduit that roamed the swamps and attacked Bertrand’s men — a service more than an issue, in my opinion — and Dr. Wolfe and Kuo decided along with John that Cole was who they needed to fight the Beast.

A suggestion made by John White himself, which left us with even more questions than answers.

But finally, finally, the answer came to us in a talk between Wolfe and Bertrand, “File A435,” he clarified in his accent.

“That new facility you folks are building below the Carriage House, it’s….overwhelming,” he purred, like the sight of it did something to him sexually. I nearly gagged at his voice. “Hats off to you, Doctor.”

Wolfe had the nerve to sound proud. “Our technology is a hundred years ahead of the rest of the world.”

“Don’t be so modest,” Bertrand said. I swear, his accent sounded sloppier coming out of his mouth because of how hard it was watering. “When I joined the First Sons, they told me that they had technology a hundred years ahead. Now? That sounds conservative! When I saw that place I thought I’d been abducted by a UFO!”

Brent snorted slightly on the side and nearly managed to make me laugh; the man sounded ridiculous.

“Sorry for the confusion,” Wolfe murmured, that making me giggle a bit. Dad shot a look at both of us and sharply hushed us, making me bite down on my lips to try and stifle the sound.

“They were just caves before,” Bertrand reminisced. “I knew them well. Played in them as a child. They were a part of the underground railroad, smuggling escaped slaves outta town. Then it was prohibition and whiskey instead of slaves. Now! Now, we’re smuggling in the future.”

The dead drop beeped twice, signaling its end. “Carriage House,” Dad said, looking at Dr. Sims. “That’s where we need to go. Where is that?”

Dr. Sims moved to use Zeke’s computer, typing away. “I’m not…not sure,” he muttered. Playing with the mouse and keyboard wasn’t enough, apparently, as he raised his hand to the screen and touched it, both turning bright blue. Bursts of binary littered the computer’s screen as he used his powers to search for an answer.

“Man, I wish my power was that cool,” Brent muttered, glancing at me. I couldn’t help but agree.

Dr. Sims growled. “Damnit. Turns out Carriage House isn’t a place, but a building almost every plantation had.” He removed his hand, the screen regaining color — and showing a map of New Marais. “Our best bet would be to go to the Ascension Parish and look around the plantations, see if we get lucky.” Dr. Sims pointed to a section on the map.

Dad rubbed his face, looking absolutely exhausted at the idea. “Okay. Alright, then we should go. The sooner the better, especially since that’s on the other side of New Marais.”

“I’m coming with you.”

We all turned towards the hall, where Zeke was standing hidden in the shadows. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed and looking down at the floor. Or, he was, until Dad spoke up, saying, “I don’t think that’s a good idea—“

“Cole did everything he could for shit like this to not happen,” Zeke said, pushing off of the wall and stepping into the room. “He fought for a peace we ain’t getting. If I can make a bit of that happen? If I can stop some assholes the First Sons mighta helped make? Then I’m doing it. Besides, I haven’t been to the Parish in years — maybe being out there will jog my memory on where this carriage house could be,”

Dad turned his back to Zeke to look at Dr. Sims, his face practically screaming at his friend to tell Zeke to stay here. “We could use the help,” Dr. Sims says, more pointedly at Dad than to Zeke’s offer.

Zeke smiled, hiding his eyes behind a pair of sunglasses. “Guess this is a good time to tell y’all I’ve got a ride too, huh?”

Want more from Xeno? Check out her Evil!Cole Apocalypse AU, inFAMOUS: No Man's Land:

Two years has passed since Cole made the choice that decided the fate of Humans and Conduits alike. Two years since becoming the Beast and saving Conduit-Kind by awakening them. After having the burden of being the "messiah" thrust upon him and dealing with the hardships that came with it, Cole finally has enough. He breaks away from the army he reared and takes off into the Wildlands of the Great Plains, where new opportunities await for the Demon of Empire City to claim.

Not only is Xeno’s story an original twist on a classic AU, but her character voice over Cole MacGrath is so good you’ll feel like you’re listening to Eric Ladin read it to you himself. She did all Cole pieces in this chapter! I cannot suggest it enough if you’re an inFAMOUS 1+2 fan, and hey, even if you’re new here — give it a shot. Who doesn’t love conduits, Mad Max style car chases, and the sort of bogeymen Bertrand would be terrified of?

(Tell Coyote and Crow that Rogue sent you)

#infamous erosion #infamous second son #infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #xeno writes!!!#Zeke Dunbar #Eugene Sims #Delsin Rowe #seriously she did this on mic as a MONOLOGUE do y'all know how hard she made me cry??? this isn't me writing in shit she wrote #she ACTED OUT THE DEAD DROP for me to write accurately and 1. holy shit she can act emotion so well. hidden VA over here 2. I sobbed.#Jean ain't crying bitch that's me.#fanfic #Sucker Punch Productions

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I had an idea for rip. It’s kinda like the scene from season 1 where jimmy got beaten up by Fred but instead of Jimmy could it be the reader is rips wife and she’s secretly pregnant with their second child and she protects her stomach and then revel to rip she’s pregnant again. You can easily change bits to the story or even add a little bit of smut that’s fine with me .

The Rule Of Fighting…Especially my Wife

Threading my fingers through his black hair Rip broke the kiss pulling himself out of me where we laid under the covers naked. Running a hand over my face I began catching my breath. Moving my other hand over my growing pregnant belly until Rip grasped my hand in his. Rolling onto my side I whispered still not awake even though we woke up in a very pleasing way. “Do you have to go to work today. Can’t we just take a day and lay around the house?”

“You’re daddy wouldn’t like that. Besides I owe him everything for letting me work at the ranch.” He responded leaning forward and kissing me on the head gently getting up from the bed. He shrugs his jeans on and grabbed his black jacket with his hat off the hook.

Holding myself up on my elbow I held the sheet up against my chest even though he had seen me naked already. “Yeah you’re probably right, baby. Hey though where do you think our little Georgie is off too?”

“I ain’t too sure. He’s probably trying to sattle a horse or running around with his grandpa John. I’ll see you later tonight Y/n.” He placed his hat on his head coming over giving me one last kiss going to work.

Getting out of the bed, I ran my hands down my grown belly, looking myself over in the standing mirror we had in the corner of the bedroom. I slide on the pair of jeans that didn't press on my stomach, pairing it with a light orange flannel shirt that was tucked into them. With some light brown boots and a tan cowgirl hat on my head. Heading towards the barn, I grabbed the saddle for my horse about to throw it over until I heard someone make a remark about me entering the room. "Woah, I guess that Wheeler really couldn't let you go, so he just keeps knocking you up."

"I'm sorry do you have a problem with me?" Throwing the saddle over my horse I turned around on my feet with my boots kicking up dust.

My gaze met the appearance of one of the ranch hands who was named Fred if I remember correctly. "I've got a problem with you getting special attention from the boss."

"Your boss is my father, so.." Crossing my arms over my chest, I snipped in a slight tone.

Fred stepped closer towards me, glaring down at me since he was slightly taller than me. "I ain't talkin about your daddy, Dutton. You're sleeping with Wheeler and get off work early and still getting the same pay as we do. That isn't right in my opinion."

"First off, I get breaks more than you because of my five year old son Georgie and are you blind cause at the moment I'm pregnant again. Two, I'm heading to work now Fred - argh!" I screamed when he stomped up grabbing me by my hair yanking me backwards until I elbow him in the face.

He stumbled backwards holding his nose while I spun around on my feet. "You bitch!"

"You don't want to fight me, Fred." I warned him, getting in a fighting stance with my hands into fists ready to go.

Yet the ranch hand refused my warning and came charging straight for me. He tackled me to the dirt before I could really blink. He was throwing punches at me but I was blocking most until he gave a harsh one to my belly and I released a cry of agony. "God damn!" I cursed curling up in a ball for a second with him getting to his feet.

"You need to remember who is stronger here, Dutton girl." He spat down to me.

Sniffing through some tears i glared at him until I swiped my feet underneath his near mine where he topped to the dust. Forcing myself to my feet I held my stomach with one hand landing a good punch on his nose with the other. Fred came back trying to kick my stomach yet I buried my face close against it so he kneed me in the face. My nose begins bleeding where he quickly grabbed my arm throwing me over his back until we heard my son's sweet voice. "Mommy, why are you wrestling?"

"You're boys gonna see how weak you are - ohhh fuck!" Fred groaned in serious pain onto his knees when I kicked him in between his legs giving me the chance to rush to my son.

Grabbing his shoulders I croaked through tears and some pain myself. "Georgie, go find daddy now. Bring him here." He ran off when Fred started getting up until I charged tackling the man even though it was harder when I was pregnant.

Swinging a few punches at Fred I got some of his blood on my knuckles. He grabbed my wrists twisting them behind my back throwing me down again. "I told you I was stronger than you, bitch!" He growled in my ear where he about kicks me in the stomach again until someone harshly shoved his body against the wooden barn stalls.

Gasping for breath and some relief I sat upright seeing my husband Rip had him by the collar where he threw him against the stall and then did it again but it was down in the dirt raising his voice. "What's the rule about fighting, Fred. You wanna fight somebody, come fight me. I'll fight you all damn day!"

"That girl done started it with her saying that she deserves the same pay as we do but cuts out half the work. I guess you'll believe anything when you married a whore." Fred coughed looking at me when Georgie came over by my side.

Rip yanked the guy by his jacket holding him against the wall where he almost couldn't breathe by the choke hold he had on the ranch hand. "What did you call her!"

"She's knows I'm right that's she had to send in the little guy to get the big guns." Fred taunts until my husband kicked him harshly in the gut and he collapsed into the dirt.

He grabbed Fred up one last time against the wall for good measure croaking his deep tone with the words he declared. "If you ever hit or speak to my wife like that again I'll kill you, Fred! Are you okay, Y/n?" He released him from his grasp coming slowly over to me with his gaze softening.

"I hurt a little bit...here especially. But otherwise I think I'll be fine." I mumbled placing my hand in his with my eyes dropping to my pregnant stomach where he tugged me up to stand where he picked me up bridal style when I almost collapsed onto the dirt not able to stand on my own.

He carried me back to our cabin with Georgie following us and opening the door to the cabin, then our bedroom and finally the bathroom. "Georgie, go grab one of my shirts and the shorts off the foot of the bed for mommy." Rip spoke towards our son who quickly came back with what he asked.

"Is mommy going to be okay, daddy?" He asked with worry in his sweet voice.

Rip sat me down on the toilet lowering himself to his knees since I didn't have gotten my balance back yet. "She will be. I want you to go play with grandpa John while I help mommy okay little man." He nodded leaving us alone in the bathroom letting silence into the room.

He slowly tugged on my shirt shrugging it over and off my body giving him perfect view of my belly. "I'm sorry he did this to you..to our baby. I'll take him to the train station tomorrow morning if that's what you want." He placed his on my bump feeling me slightly pull away when he touched the sorest part of my body from the fight.

"Rip, don't blame yourself for this. Fred has always been a jackass from the day my father hired him. I'll go to the doctor and get the baby checked out." Resting my hands on his shoulders I sent him a half smile knowing he would start blaming himself for me getting injured.

He nodded, helping me remove my pants and slide the shorts up. He ran a hand through my hair once I slipped his shirt on that was like a dress on me. "I love you so much, darling. He will never touch you again I swear it." He softly took me into his arms carrying me into the other room laying me down in the bed.

He climbed in on his side and I snuggled up into his warmth knowing he would leave to deal with the rancher when I went to sleep and rested. "I love you, Rip and so will this second child of ours." Whispering up into his brown eyes I intertwined our hands together closing my eyes letting sleep overtake me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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wontontrap · 5 months

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【 Gator Tillman

【 18+++

【 graphic smut ahead | shameless pwp

【 mean!Gator, perv!Gator, misogynist!Gator

【 tw: rough smut, intimidation, gun play, degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, cream pie, public sex, spitting lite, spanking lite, abuse of power, misogyny if you squint

Your break had long ended as you found yourself behind the diner. Your chest was pressed against the brick of the building, top pulled down and sensitive nipples scraping against it. Gator had your jeans and panties around your knees, your hands cuffed and resting in the dip of your lower back. He forced your neck into an unnatural position, both hands covering your mouth as he bullied his cock into you from behind while in full uniform. The things he whispered to you made you weak and wanton.

"Nasty bitch," he growls, "lettin' me pound your shit raw."

You twist your wrists inside the cold metal.

"God, I wanna hear you cry," he whispers, hot breath on your neck.

He removes his hands and you press your cheek against the cold brick. He grips your hips never changing his pace. You let out a frantic gasp, punctuating it with a broken sob that bleeds into a lustful moan.

"You want my cum in you? Whore."

"Please Gator," you whine.

"You sure? Ain't nobody else gonna want this rancid alley pussy after Gator's been in it."

He laughs.

"Please, please, please," you repeat like a prayer.

The door to the kitchen opens and you hear your name shouted. Gator doesn't stop his thrusts.

"What in the fuck are you doing?"

You hear a booming voice. Some new manager whose name you'd neglected to learn steps to you both.

Gator pulls his gun from his thigh holster, pointing it square at the man's forehead. He stills, staying inside you, a gentle hand on the back of your neck. It feels protective and you silently swoon.

"I think I'm minding my own goddamn business," he says in a commanding officer's tone.

"She's got tables," the man replies, unfazed by the gun.

Gator chambers a round and the sound makes you flutter around him. He stands his ground though you feel him twitch inside you. The man puts his hands up.

"Alright, alright," he says, quickly retreating back inside.

Gator laughs as he leans into you. You don't hear him holster the gun again. You feel the cold metal caress your cheek and you shiver.

"Somethin' wrong with you," he remarks, tapping your cheek with the barrel. He ghosts the tip of the gun across your face, dragging your bottom lip down with it, "might keep you."

You hear him holster it and start to squirm, wishing he'd move again.

"Greedy cunt," he snaps, smacking the swell of your ass hard.

He pulls out and you writhe around once more. He steps on your bottoms, forcing them the rest of the way down. He pulls you by the cuffs and you fall to your knees in front of him, legs weak.

"You need taught a few things," he says, shoving your face onto the cold ground.

You raise your ass for him and you hear him chuckle. He crouches down behind you with one knee on the ground, grabbing your hips and violently thrusting into you. He impales you on his thick shaft until you're creaming on it, babbling and drooling onto the pavement. Not long after, he cums hard inside of you just like you wanted. He pulls out of you without care, letting you fall to your side. You're grinning wide and giggling softly. He can't help but smile back as he crouches down again to grab you by your poor excuse for a top, tits still spilling free.

"Open," he orders.

You oblige and he spits into your mouth.

"Trash," he sneers, dropping you.

He rolls you over and removes his cuffs, hooking them nicely back onto his belt. You lie there ruined and exposed.

"You heard the man," he says, "get back to work."

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paisholotus · 8 months

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Ch.3

Nalae's pov

Aaliya!" I yelled from inside my closet. She came into my room and sat on my bed, on the clothes that I had thrown off the hangers. I blew out an irritated breath as I threw another outfit on the floor.

"Damn, you sprung already?" Aaliya said, laughing. I turned around and glared at her, flipping her off. Today was my date with Lucious, and I was kind of nervous. He came over here again yesterday, and I told him that I'd go out with him. But I'm not sure why I can't find anything TO FUCKING WEAR!

"Ight, what's the problem, boo?" I huffed, plopping on the bed face down. "I can't find anything to wear, and I'm honestly nervous about this date. I ain't never been on a date before, and he looks like the type to play with my feelings." I said, sounding a little stressed out.

She rubbed my back soothingly as I played with my comforter. "Mar told me about how he is with women. He basically called him a hoe. " We both laughed as I got back up and walked over to my closet. "He also told me he treats the women he sleeps with like shit. Like they nothing." I said, sadly. I crossed my arms, looking down at the floor.

Aaliya pouted, going to pick up my clothes off the floor and putting them on the bed. "But Mar told me that he said that he was actually interested in me. And he has been nice to me." I told her.

"You do whatever feels right. You're young, and rejection is part of life, so if he ends up dumping you, that's his loss. Plus, we'll get Ant and Tisha to beat his ass." Aaliya said, smiling at me.

"Thanks, Liya. Now help me find something to wear." I said this as she got up and walked over to the closet.

She went and picked out an outfit, and it looked good. It was long black jeans, a cream-colored cropped long-sleeve shirt, and Chuck Taylor high tops. With a black bag and gold accessories.

Her outfit & hair

"You look so cute. It definitely suits you." She said it cheerfully. "Let's do your hair." She said, rushing me into the bathroom. "I want it in its natural state. So, just pin it up and let some hang." I said, fixing a half-up, half-down style. I did a natural makeup look, adding clear lip gloss and my nameplate necklace with my gold cross necklace.

"NaNa! He here!" Tisha yelled from downstairs. I checked myself in the mirror. I felt a little anxious, but I'll be okay. "OK, I'm ready." I said it quietly.

-Time Skip-

Lucious pov

I knocked on the door, and this tall ass girl opened the door. She glared at me, folding her arms. She did look slightly intimidating, but I just smiled at her. I'm trying to be on my best behavior. The thing I've noticed is that they may live in this white-collar neighborhood, but it's like that didn't phase them. Nalae acted like she was born in the hood; they all did. Mar did say they weren't born here, but he looked like he didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't press him.

"So, you, the little boy, that's taking my sister out?" I chuckled, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She stepped down the step, closing the door, so it's just me and her. I raised my eyebrow, looking at her questionably. What you're going to give me is "if you hurt my sister, imma beat your ass" talks nevertheless, I stared at her blankly, waiting for her to say something.

She got in my face and gave me a harsh glare. "Let me tell you something; if you think you're going to hurt my sister, give her a few "oh, you're just different; you're the only girl I want" type shit. Your high-yella ass is sadly mistaken. Because Nae ain't like the other bitches you fuck and dip the next day. I know all about that shit because I fucking do it. With men and women, I know the fucking game! So let her come home crying and see what happens! IT WILL BE YOUR LAST MUTHERFUCKING BREATH YOU TAKE! She's too good to be walking around hea crying."

She finished with her face in mine, and her glare intensified, and with that, I knew she wasn't just making an empty threat. But I held my composure and silently nodded. She backed up and went back into the house, motioning for me to come in. This would have been the second time I've been in this house, and it was really nice. This time, I got a good look at everything. She stopped me at the steps and walked up them.

I took the time to look at the pictures on the walls; they had family portraits that showed them as a loving, happy family. I stared at a picture of what looked to be their mama. She was a dark-skinned woman with long, curly hair. She was smiling down at what looked to be Mar and Nalae. Then I looked beside her, and it was a man holding Mar and probably her other older brother. I felt a tinge of jealousy for them, if only...

I turned to see them walking down the stairs, with the older sister and Nae behind her. She wasn't wearing anything overly sexual; she had this type of innocence about her. I could tell she had a big heart; she had the brightest smile I've ever seen. She looked beautiful, but I wouldn't be me without looking at her ass. And Goddam, she was dragging that wagon. She had wide hips, a small waist, and a big ole ass.

She had my mouth watering, and I stood there drinking her in. And I smirked at her; she was making my dick rise a little. She looked me up and down, then looked away shyly. I walked up to her, grabbing her by the chin, making her look into my eyes. "You look beautiful, little mama." She bit her lip, staring into my eyes. I pulled her lip out with my thumb, "Let's not do that." I said, lowly brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

She smelled damn good. Like tropical scents with a little bit of coco butter. "Ight, enough with that. Make sure you have her home by 9. I don't care if school is out!" Her sister said, stopping Nae from speaking.

I nodded, grabbing Nae's hand and walking her out the door. I helped her down the steps and walked her to my car. "AND YOU BETTA KEEP YOUR LIPS TO YO SELF!" Her sister yelled out the door. I chuckled, looking at Nalae groan in embarrassment.

I opened the door and helped her get in. She picked up the flowers that were on the dashboard and looked at me, smiling softly. "Did you get these for me?" She asked. I looked at her and gave her a half-smile. I ain't never brought no flowers for no girl. So that lets me know there's something special about her. Hopefully, this night goes well.

"Well, who else could they be for?" I asked her. She raised a brow at me and laughed, smelling them. "Ion know. You probably give flowers to all the girls. Just to get in their drawls." She said, smartly. I shook my head and started the car. "Nah, they for you. I've never brought a girl flowers. I never felt the need to, but I was told you liked those kinds, so I got them for you. And as for getting into your drawls, Ion want to pressure you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. I want to get into here." I said, pointing my finger against her head, having her swatted my hand away laughing.

"Mmhm, yeah, well, thank you for the flowers." She said it quietly. Going back to smell them. "Where we going?" She asked. I gave her a boyish smile and said, "It's a surprise. Just sit back and ride." She nodded and looked out the window with a small smile on her face.

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x-heesy · 11 months

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🇵 🇭 🇺 🇨 🇰 .🇮 🇹 4 🇵 🇭 🇺 🇳

Verse 1: Bless]

Sunrise the grind starts to make bank

Sun sets to drive home on an empty tank

The in between just gets lost in puffing dank

Jean-Michel Basquiat but I don't touch the paint

22 years here in the shell now

(Time is right, yeah I'm breaking out the cell now)

And I'll admit that I crack the whip

But I ain't even made half the shit

I just sit back, get high, laugh and trip

The baddest bitch, keeps staring me right in my eyes

And I'm telling her I don't have the time

She thinks that I'm lying, cause she never met one of my kind

Never been so real on my life, all I do is the mic

Singing like the siren on an island

The brook calling me to write it, the face callin' me inside it

[Hook x2]

My whole story is a song now

All the worry that would bog me down

Turned to courage like a godly crown

Now I journey for the godly sound

It's beyond all the law you found (nigga)

[Bridge]

The hole in my soul, void in my mind

Drums gon' feel all my cries

The hole in my soul, void in my mind

Drums gon' feel all my cries

[Verse 2: Bless]

There's no holes left for me to hide in

A lion in sight with a hunger for Zion

I wonder at times what's behind all the science

Hear the words chase for a taste of silence

(Shh)

Pace through the wasteland, blaze 28 grams

Wait for the fate to awaken up a caged man

I was born by the beach in Southern California

Grew up in LA under the same sun Icarus was born from

An angel built the city up on one lung, burned wings, no teeth

Half a heart, one beat, but two feet

Sea-walking like Jesus over Galilee

Seen, the blood loves the bone

You will cry when they leave the soul

Today we are the trees to grow

Tomorrow we are weeds to pull

Write the story, I can see it all

With my name painted on the wall

An urban crow follows on my call

And on a wire, but I just don't fall

https://genius.com/Shahmen-story-lyrics

Story by Shahmen 3:14 😭

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erikamariapell · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon X OC Fanfiction

All I’ve Ever Known part 2

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They weren't there.

Her family wasn't there.

The highway had been abandoned and all that was left was a water soaked note and a pile of rotting food. Ellie had tried her damndest to read the writing on the piece of paper but the ink had run and the words were nothing more than black smudges and streaks. It had been weeks since Sophia had been on this very highway, a part of Ellie knew they wouldn't still be there but the tiniest bit of hope she still had was currently being squashed out by the inconsolable 10 year old girl tugging her knees to her chest and sobbing in the middle of the road.

"They left me.. they forgot about me. My mom said... she always said to come to where I got lost! I came back.. I came back!" Her tiny shoulders shook with each heartbreaking gasp the little girl took. Ellie squatted in front of her and pulled her to her chest, she couldn't find the words right now, they were stuck somewhere in a painful memory of her own past. This situation felt all too familiar.

Surprisingly enough it was Merle who spoke up

" they didn't forget about ya kid. I know my brother, Daryl's probably out there right now lookin' for ya. Your mama too. No one abandoned ya, we're gonna find em all.. just takes time is all." He stared down at the two girls huddled on the floor, Ellie quirked a brow at the uncharacteristic softness to his voice, Sophia sniffled as her breathing slowly went back to normal.

"You really think so?" Her eyes flicked from Merle to Ellie.

"Of Course Soph. I told you we ain't stoppin' until you're back in your mamas arms. We're doing good, we just gotta beat them to it."

"But what if they think I'm dead? what if they gave up because they thought I couldn't make it?" She whispered, standing up and wiping off the dirt from her jeans.

Ellie stayed seated propping her chin in her hands and resting her forearms over her bent knees, she grinned

"Well then imagine their surprise when they see you stroll back into that camp all smiling and in one piece."

Merle chuckled and reached down a hand to help her up.

"Got all the time in the world." He sassed playfully.

Ellie rolled her eyes and elbowed the much taller man before the sound of moaning and shuffling filled her ears. It was so sudden, they hadn't even heard them coming when all of a sudden a group of about thirty walkers rushed out of the woods headed directly towards them

"Son of a bitch!" Merle cursed, stumbling back as the scent overwhelmed them.

"Get Sophia up in that tree!" Ellie ordered, shoving a walker back and burying her knife in its skull. Merle was quick to scoop the shaking little girl up and deposit her on the highest, thickest limb he could find.

"Why didn't we hear them? Were they hidin'? How the hell is that possible?" Merle shouted over the hissing and snapping of the creatures jaws.

"I don't know! The eyes... the eyes are different!" Ellie threw one of her knives directly into the back of a walker that was pulling on Merle's jacket. And stomped on the head of another writhing on the ground.

Instead of the grey and sickly yellow eyes that the Walkers usually had these walkers had black and bloody eyes almost as if someone had spilled ink into their eye sockets.

"We got sick zombies now?!" Merle yelled.

Sophia was crying painfully up in the tree as she stared down at her friends fighting for their lives. Ellie glanced up just for a second to see the absolutely terrified look on the child's face.

"Hey soph!" The curly haired brunette shouted into the air as she lodged another knife into the temple of a walker "what's the capital of Kansas?"

Merle snapped his eyes over to Ellie, his "hand" covered in walker guts. He was looking at her like she was insane.

"I don't.. I don't know!" Sophia sobbed.

"Oh come on.. ooof." Ellie fell back into the hard surface of a tree, she could feel the bruises forming already "you know this one! It's easy.. the capital of Kansas Soph, what is it?"

Merle pulled out his gun, the silencer clicked on as he shot at the rest of the walkers in front of him.

"umm.. ummm." Sophie struggled, her eyes jottinf from Merle to Ellie, back and forth.

"Tick tock, tick tock. Times running out!" Ellie looked up to see Sophia's eye brow knit in concerned concentration.

The last walker, shifted pitifully towards Ellie, she lifted her knife above its head

"Topeka!" Sophia shouted.

Blood splattered across Ellie's face coating her cheeks and forehead in a slick sheet of sticky red.

"Ding ding ding." Ellie whispered, finally dropping her back to a tree and letting the knife slip from her hands onto the floor, a tired smile on her face as Merle grinned at her, finally understanding exactly what she was doing.

Distraction from the chaos.

It wasn't until they were setting up camp for the night that Merle cornered her by the flimsy fire they had built, his arms crossed as he smirked down at her.

"Can I help you?" Ellie quirked a brow.

"You're a teacher. At least ya were, s'why you're so good with the kid and why ya know all those random useless facts." He grinned proudly at his deductive reasoning skills.

Ellie chucked the rest of the fire wood onto the flame and wiped her hand on her knees as she stood before Merle with her arms mirroring his own.

"Oh yeah? Ya think so?"

"I know so." He shrugged cockily.

Ellie giggled

"Try again Dixon. I didn't even graduate Highschool."

She never thought she'd see a shocked and speechless Merle Dixon but when his jaw dropped and his eyes widened she couldn't help but laugh, she turned her back to him and walked off to drape a second blanket over Sophia who was sleeping comfortably by the fire. She heard Merle shuffle after her

"Why the hell didn't ya finish High School? yer the smartest little lady I ever saw." He questioned, adjusting his own position by the fire and patting the spot beside him for her to sit down.

Ellie plopped into the open space.

"Just didn't see a point, couldn't afford college anyhow and no one was giving the trailer trash orphan any scholarships. I was waitin' tables when the virus hit. Probably for the best, don't think a degree would do me any good in this mess." She laughed lightly.

Something flashed across Merle's eyes, something awfully close understanding with just the tiniest bit of sympathy.

"How do ya know all that shit then?"

Ellie turned towards him and tapped her temple.

"Photographic memory. I was born with it, I used to steal memorize the teachers lesson plans and hand in about two months worth of homework before it was even assigned. It used to drive em all crazy." She chuckled.

Merle smiled fondly at the tiny little woman to his right.

" I got a brother ya know. Real smart, sweet as hell too. He's gonna love you."

Ellie shook her head quickly

"I ain't stickin' around. I'm just helpin y'all find your family, after that I'm off on my own, I do better alone anyway."

Merle looked at the beautiful woman beside him and god she reminded him so much of his brother it almost hurt to watch her.

"Seem to be doin just fine with us." He offered.

Ellie looked up and nodded softly

"This is different." She whispered, eyes flicking to the sleeping little girl in the corner.

Merle nodded

"Don't matter anyway, Daryl'l find ya. People like you two. Ya always find each other in the end." He shrugged.

The light hearted playfulness was back in Ellie's eyes and she landed a punch to Merle's shoulder

"I ain't lookin for a boyfriend at the End Of The World." She teased.

Merle shoved her right back and grinned

"There ain't many good people left in this world, you and my brother are the best of em. Might be good for the End Of The World.. mate and make some sweet ass babies."

Ellie's eyes widened for a second and Merle couldn't keep the laughter down when he saw the look of pure terror on her face, she nearly knocked him off the seat with her next punch.

"You just want me to be your sister in law is all. I know your game," she teased.

Merle looked over at her big brown eyes and scarred cheeks. Daryl deserves someone like her and she deserved someone like him.

"Whatever sis." He winked "get some rest, we're goin husband huntin' tomorrow."

He ignored her grumbled curse and watched as she nestled into the ripped up blanket.

Daryl was gonna owe him big time for this one.

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scattered-winter · 3 years

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The Batfam (and friends) as things I've heard at my school

part 2!

(young justice) (batfam part 1)

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Duke, waving his arms and visibly upset: I'M JUST A GOAT

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Steph: *throws sticks of gum full-force at Tim*

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Jason: mOVE BEFORE I DROPKICK YOU OUT OF THE WAY!!!!1!!!1!!

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Steph: *points at ketchup* that's some high-class bullshit right there

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Damian, to Tim: you just keep running away like a little BITCH

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Tim: you want a tour of my photo gallery? *starts scrolling* here's a DILF I would die for....

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Dick: are you crying?

Damian: no

Dick, peeling back his eyelids and staring into his eyes: are you s u r e

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Dick yelling to Jason across the hallway: HEY! DID YOU BRING YOUR FEDORA?

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Tim: if you could be any mythological creature, what would you be?

Duke: a crab

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Steph: *in a creepy voice* yES FREE MILK

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Cass, deadpan: I do, in fact, have real human feet

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Dick, headbanging to a song: *smacks his head on the window* OW

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Steph: I haven't seen this edit yet, so you're gonna watch it with me

Tim: oh rad

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Jason, taking a selfie with Dick's phone: *the flash goes off in his eyes* why the hell is your flash on??? *takes another picture and blinds himself again* AAAAAAAAHHHHH

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Cass: don't be sad

Tim: but I am sad

Cass: aight fair enough

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Steph: fucking Republicans! If the vaccine was gonna kill me, it would've done it already!

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Jason, to Damian: sorry, I just looked at your face and went "what the fuck"

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Tim: where are you gonna take me?

Dick: away

Tim: cool

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Steph: aaaaah! it's going down my shirt! *rips off jacket* aaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH

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Dick: don't worry, I don't choose violence

Jason, chiming in: I do!

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Cass: they're not skinny jeans, I'm just thick

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Duke: *sitting with a wolf figurine on top of his baseball hat*

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Steph: he was like "you want some cool college swag?" and I was like "YES SIR"

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Damian, jumping into Jon's arms and pointing: take me to the math room

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Steph: *sarcastically* oh my god, they saw your bra strap??? you need a bra to support your titties????

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Cass: *angrily* YOU BROKE MY SON'S NECK

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Damian: in my heart, I am 6 feet tall

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Jason, gesturing to everyone except Dami: you're all my favorites

Damian: what am I, chopped liver?

Jason: yes

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Dick: I GOT A CUPCAKE, Y'ALL

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Tim: that's called bargaining, kids. Welcome to capitalism.

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Tim: I just chugged a quad shot espresso and I'm having a hard time walking straight

Jason: you ain't straight at all, chief

Tim: point

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Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph, Damian, and Duke: *gathered around Dick with shaving cream, razors, and paper towels, giggling while shaving his legs*

Bruce, walking in the room: what the FUCK is going on here?

Dick: I lost a bet

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fckwritersblock · 3 years

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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kyasarinkishinuma · 4 years

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How the JoJos + Stardust Crusaders would react to a s/o who burnts their food

Cooking hates me.

Time to re-use some GIFs, yaaaaay--

Jonathan Joestar

Don't worry he still loves you

Despite it being portrayed as a woman's role in his era, he'll learn to cook to avoid starvation

When guests comes over he'll cook and give you credit for the sake of you not getting sent away

Joseph Joestar

Oh he sucks as well so he doesn't care

You guys do a 50/50 schedule for who cooks, or just bitch at Caesar to make some food

You compliment each others' shitty cooking

Jotaro Kujo

Wtf?? What is this sorcery, it tastes nothing like his mom's cooking

"Wtf (Y/N)"

Just puts up with it but cooks or just eats toast if he can't take it anymore

Muhammed Avdol

He doesn't care

He's from the dessert. Where he comes from, everything is burnt

Just don't burn the chicken nuggets

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Your cooking makes him cry

Please, make it stop

Ends up cooking French food all the time to stop crying

Noriaki Kakyoin

He doesn't really care, he's used to shitty college food

He'll offer to cook or to order some take-out

He mostly lives off gaming junk food and ramen so seriously he doesn't care

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A BONUS, BUT IT WAS I, DIO!

He ain't taking your shit

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Replace yourself by JoJo, that's you

(Tag yourself, I'm Polnareff)

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euphoriclove777 · 5 years

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My Girl

Hello cuties!!! So you asked for more Fezco and I'm gonna give it to you. This one is actually a dream I had and its inspired by the song My Girl by The Temptations. I really hope you like it! And as per usual my love, give me some feedback in the comments and leave some requests! I really hope you like this one :) ALSO: If you'd li km e to get tagged in these, comment or leave an ask to let me know so you can stay updated whenever I post :D

Warnings: mention of guns, a bit of cussing, some blood/injuries, and PURE FLUFF

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I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day

You covered Fezs eyes as you led him to the kitchen.

"Almost there baby just a few more steps!" you said giggling softly.

"It'd better not be a huge mess babe...with that glitter and shit you put on your eyes? I found that on me when I was making a deal, not cool." He said laughing as he spoke, holding his hands out in front of him clueless as to where he was going.

"Oh hush Fez!" You said with a bit of embarrassment in your voice. "Okay you can sit down."

He sat down hesitantly, putting his hands over yours, rubbing them softly. You giggled at the small affection, something he did often when he was anxious.

"Okay I'm removing it on three.....one...two...three!" You removed your hands revealing to him a beautifully decorated kitchen. Red and orange tassles hung from the walls, balloons almost everywhere. You had one a red party hat with the words Happy Birthday written in white cursive on it, much like everyone else. Rue, Jules, Lexi, Cassie, McKay, and Ashtray sat around the dinner table sporting the same look, except Ashtray had a red noise maker in his mouth which he blew once you removed your hands.

"Happy Birthday Bro! I hope y'all bitches can sing. One, Two, Three! Happy Birthday To You...." he said as they all sang happy birthday to Fezco who was in awe of the entire situation. He looked almost as if he was going to cry. No one had ever remembered his birthday before, let alone threw a party. He grabbed your hand and held it in his giving it a squeeze.

You touched his back and rubbed it softly. "Make a wish baby"

Fez looked at you with so much love in his eyes and smiled, blowing out the candles.

When it's cold outside I've got the month of May

You sat next to Fez with your legs on his lap.

"Listen man, I don't want that shit in this neighborhood. I got nieces and nephews that live out here. I don't want them getting fucked up." He said with a calm yet distressed voice.

His hand was on your thigh, holding onto it as a form of security. Fez had on a 90s type grandpa sweater with jeans.

You smiled at him softly and looked at Mouse, waiting for his response.

"Look man, this is business. So unless you got a way to pay, you're gonna fucking sell it. Got that?" Mouse said with a smirk on his face looking at you. "Mmm what about this pretty baby. She's good enough payment."

Mouse stood up and walked over to you, touching your face.

Fez stood up abruptly and pulled a gun from its hiding place.

"Yo get the fuck off of my girl man. Don't fucking touch her." He said sternly with anger in his eyes.

Mouse put up both of his hands. "Chill out, chill out."

"Nah man! Cause I don't think you fucking get it! Stay the fuck away from My Girl and this fucking neighborhood! I don't want these fucking drugs in here man! We good?!" Fez shouted angrily, still with the gun against Mouse's head. You jumped slightly, startled at how angry he'd become.

Mouse nodded his head yes and backed up slowly, leaving the regular amount of stock on the coffee table. "She must be real special cuz all these years I ain't ever seen you this worked up before." Mouse said slowly. He looked at you and smiled "I got a girl at home who does the same thing to me that you do to him. Make sure he takes real good care of you or Mousey will get him."

You nodded slowly and looked at Fezco, still holding up the gun. When Mouse and his crew filed out the house you stood up slowly and hugged Fez from behind. "Baby... they're gone....you can relax...."

He slowly put down the gun and set it on the coffee table. He pulled you in and kissed you hard with passion.

The kiss startled you initially but you wrapped your arms around your neck kissing him back

Well I guess you'd say, What can make me feel this way?

"My Girl" Fez said softly against your lips. "What?" You said with a giggle. You looked into his eyes.

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Talkin' bout my girl" he said looking at you again and smiled, peppering you with kisses and taking you into the bedroom. Your laugh echoed throughout the house.

I've got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

You walked into the gas station with a white sundress on and a basket in your hand, smiling. You knocked on Ashes freezer and he opened it quickly.

A smile spread on his face. "Does my nose deceive me or do I smell those bombass brownies?" He said excitedly. "Yep! Make sure you share with Fez." You said laughing with him. "Where is he anyways?"

"He should be out back" Ash said in between chews. You nodded and smiled, walking to the back if the gas station. You held a brownie on a napkin in your hand and approached Fez wearing a wife beater and jeans, covered in oil and grime from the car he was fixing up.

"Special Delivery for the best man in the world!" You said beaming at him. Fez looked at you with admiration and wiped off his hands on a towel. He walked to where you were standing and held you by the waist.

"Is it one of those kisses I crave?" He said smirking. "Mmm I think it's something you've been missing...." you said, handing him the napkin with the brownie. Fez's eyes widened and instantly he turned into a little kid. He had a smile from ear to ear, biting into the brownie with crumbs on his face.

"Y/N baby you're an angel!! You've blessed me with these delicious brownies!" He said excitedly. You laughed and kissed some of the icing and crumbs off of his face.

He picked you up and wiped his face all over yours. Youboth stood there being a laughing mess with brownie all over you.

Well I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My Girl, Talkin' bout My Girl

"Fez! I'm home!" You said, putting the keys in the blue key dish that remained on the kitchen counter. You put down your purse and put groceries on the table. You grabbed a fresh dish towel to wipe down the counter but quickly stopped as you heard a groan of pain sound from the hallway.

Your ears perked up and anxiety immediately rushed into your heart as you held onto the dish towel tightly. "Fez....?"

You walked slowly into the hallway to see him laying there, his eye swollen and lip busted. You ran to him and sat by his side. "Fez?! What happened?" You said as you elevated him up into your lap.

He groaned again, frustrated that he couldn't speak properly. "He...he came looking for you. But I...I stopped him...I tried".

Tears filled your eyes as you pulled up his shirt slowly to reveal bruises all over Fez's stomach.

"Who baby?" You said sniffing and dabbing at his mouth lightly, cleaning up the blood.

"Nate....he wanted to get back at me....but he won't be back ever...ever again...nobody touches my girl..."

A tear spilled out of your eye and onto Fezs cheek. He slowly reached up to you and wiped your face.

"Don't cry, imma be okay....we're gonna be okay..." he said smiling softly, holding onto you. "As long as I've got you...."

You awoke and felt the bed next to you. "Mmmmm...Fezzzzz" you said with a yawn, you opened your eyes and wiped them and sat up.

"I don't need no money, fortune or fame...." Fez said on his knees holding your hand and kissing it.

You looked down at him on the ground. "Fez baby what're you doing?" You said, adjusting your eyes to look at him.

"In this light you look like an angel...a queen....after what happened last week with the whole Nate situation I realized something.." he said with a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"What'd you realize?" You said, putting your hand on his cheek, lightly running your thumb over the faded yellow green bruise on his cheek.

"I've got all the riches baby, one man can claim" he said.

I guess you'd say

You laughed softly "What can make you feel this way?"

"My girl" he said smiling "talkin' bout my girl....will you marry me Y/N?" He got on one knee and reached into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet box and opening it slowly.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded lost for words.

"Yes?" He said.

"YES!!!"

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liveoncoffe · 4 years

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Ethan and Levi first meeting ( first time writing sorry if it like shit )

Is a another day like the usual with the sun rise up and start a new day . I wake up with a felling heavy one my chest , I open my eyes crack to see a big fluffy grey cat lay there on my chest

- Calypso . You need need a diet

I sighed and lifted the cat aside of my bed and go open the curtain . The sun light imminently spread out on his dark room then I'm go to the bathroom to clean up , after while I step out with a blue hoodie and jean

For all of you that read here I'm gonna introduce myself , my name is Ethan Warner or at least it was but now it Ethan Constantine , I'm the adopted son of John constantine the sometimes- asshole-sometimes-not wizard . I'm use to think myself at normal person with ability to see the future kinda irony if you think about that but anyway John adopted me after he feel my magic and now I has a cool dad . Being John constantine kid mean a lot of magical shenanigans involving demons but because of that I can meet a lot of friends and this how I meet them

I get of the shower with a comfortable mood knowing that my dad promise he will not do anything stupid on the weekend cuz . I head toward the goddess of the sea lifted her up and go downstairs ( I'm a pirates fan ) . In my way down I'm kinda lost a few times cuz this house always changed...magic such a bitch sometimes , with the help of Black Orchid I'm finally find the livingroom all though she scared me a bit

- Don't worry I'm going outside a bit , tell that to John if he wake up

I'm open the door and walk out

Levi POV

Being a billionaire son ain't easy especially if you 12 year old and have his intelligence at well . That is my case I'm Levi Luthor son of Lex Luthor , I'm currently try to enjoy the weekend but those paparazzi don't leave me alone so hide I'm have to hide . When I turn to a corner someone bumped into me

- och..what where you going

I look up ( cuz he short af ) see a brown hair boy wear a blue hoodie with jean and sweat in his face . Then suddenly his shove me aside and the I was standing in been hit by a of bolt of red energy

Ethan POV

"Fuck , fuck , fuck" I'm swearing under my breath . Now I'm been chase by there demons that my dad use to fuck with and because they can't do anything with him they decided to target my , I just want a burrito breakfast is too must to aks?

- come back here brat!

One of them yell and shoot a red magic bolt to me

- Yeah . Like hell I will!

I yell back quickly dodge it , those training with Apollo do pay of . Put of a magic I imminently throw it at them and the card exploded , knock them out a bit for have more times to run . When I finally come near alley corner I pump in to a kid , judged by the look his probably twelve but there is no time to look when you has three demons on your ass . I shoved the kid over aside after see I one them shoot another magic bolt , the place I just standing now have a hole in it . Grab that kid and run again

- Sorry no times to explain

I put out a card with an white owl in it and say the spell

- ut mihi summus sacerdos

The card shine with white light when a big owl appear and wrap it wings around us . The owl let out a cry then disappear in the angry look of those demons

Levi POV

Everything happens to fast that I can't even react . First a stranger pump in to me and the next thing I know he save me from a red lighting bolt

- Who are you and what just happen?

I immediately asks him after we the white light that cover us disappear , looking around I see myself in a...parking lot? . Looking closer at the boy just take me here , he have brown hair wear a blue Hoodie with jean and just taller than me a bit

Ethan POV

Thank gods I made it , it was this close that been turn in ash by those fucker . That not my fault that they lost John a card game...fucking idiot's

- oh sorry for what just happen

Looking at the kid I just save . He have a red hair with green eyes that look quite familiar...oh shit he is Levi Luthor I see him on tivi one

- I'm Ethan Constantine , I just save you and those thing you just are demons . You're Levi Luthor right?

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bxtchen-dxvil · 4 years

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🍒 | All through the night

✎sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ➳ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ɪs ʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ɢᴇᴛs...ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ...

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ sᴏʀᴛᴀ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 2 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 'ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ' sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ 😂

✰ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs✰

-strong language

-alcohol, drugs and mentions of sex

-CUDDLES ♡♡♡

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↠ O C T O B E R 23, 2019 ☆

The hotel has been a great success thanks to the most known demon, Alastor. Charlie wanted to do something spectacular for the goal she is achieving, her plans was just a friendly mini celebration in the bar but our slutty spider over here kept nagging many reasons on why he should make a huge massive party.

"Angel not trying to be rude but let's just stick with something small for the celebration, can we?" She politely asked the effeminate demon "Awe Charles babe, this is the opportunity to rob me some dick this nig-" he got interrupted when Alastor's staff slammed the floor "OKAAAY I think I've heard enough of your unclean nonsense!" Alastor spoke than said "I like Mrs. Magne's state of thought over yours you twat!" Charlie had a blank expression on her face.

"Forgive me Charlie for saying this, but I agree with this slut over, we need rebel timing once in a while you know..." Vaggie said towards her friend "Alright lets take a fair vote, who here goes with Angel's idea?" She asked. Angel, Vaggie, Husk and Niffty rose their hands up, Charlie and Alastor were the only ones with their hands down.

"Okay, OKAY! Angel's idea!" Angel made a victory dance in front of everyone "YESSSS!

YOU HEARD THAT SON OF BITCHES?! IM YOUR FUCKING PARTY HOST!!" Vaggie than stormed out "BRUH JUST SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP! DAMN! Vaggie groaned loudly.

"Sweetheart may I have a word with you? Please?" Alastor asked his little doe "Um sure??" Charlie questioned him, as they went to the end of the hallway, alone, Alastor started "No..." Charlie had a puzzled face at his word "Excuse me?" Alastor still kept his terrifying smile on "NO. I'm not allowing this ridiculous festive celebration, Don't you know how many morons out there capable of doing? Especially me standing the fact of others showing a lewd interest on my little flower."

Charlie snickered "C'mon Al, we both need this! And I promise you after the party all give you all my attention to you and cuddles!" Alastor's ears rose up excited, he absolutely adores snuggling with his jewel and her attention is his most prized possession.

"You interested me dear, let's do this ridiculous event shall we?"

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Time has passed real fast. The Friday night was full with unknown demons. When Angel throws parties it is extremely wild. Ghouls and demons smoking, drinking heavy whisky and having erotic moments in bedrooms, that's the main reason why Alastor didn't want to attend. But he had to, he wanted to. Cuddles and attention from Charlie is the best reward ever.

Also because Charlie deserved excitement, he can't keep on bossing her around like a minor. He needed to treat her properly like a gentlemen. A teenage girl needed to experience rebel timings.

He sat on the bar being forced to listen to modern music. But it all went silent when his eyes glued on the goddess before him. Charlie is currently wearing a tight red turtleneck sweater, black jean leggings, red converse and her hair was formed in a messy yet aesthetic bun.

"Looking lovely my lady" Alastor gave a friendly smile instead of his usual creepy one. She smiled warmly "Thanks! Now lets drink!"

Alastor's eyes widened on what she said, No, he had to keep her safe, so he set some ground rules by showing how great of a love partner he is "Woah, Woah, WOAH. You've got to promise me some things dear." Charlie groaned "Sure go ahead..." Alastor cleared his throat and said "No alcohol, no drugs, you can't interact with any other man but me!" Alastor sounded serious, he just wanted the best for her "Alastor! Do you think I'm an idiot? You know I ain't doing any of that!" She reassured him and kissed his cheek, he smirked, instead of kissing her cheek, he planted a kiss on her soft lips "Good."

The first 30 minutes for the pair was dancing, it was delightful for Alastor to show other lunatics that his doe is already claimed by him. The all mighty Radio Demon. As their dances slowly became tiring, Charlie's throat became dry, it was a single for thirst.

"Al I'm thirsty! Where are the drinks?" Charlie shouted-because of the loud music-

"Over there sweetheart" Alastor pointed to the drinking area. Charlie thanked him and went over the liquid station.

As she went to the bar, she found Angel Dust being himself but way much worse. "Hiya toots, how's you and Strawberry Pimp? How does his dick taste like?" Angel nagged the same vulgar topics, all what Charlie could express is cringe and laughter. "Wow you're a real asshole you know that?" The princess shook her head playfully and chuckled "Tell me something I don't know Queen!" Angel snickered and laugh.

"Anyways, you want a drink?" He asked her "Oh Alastor says I'm not allowed to drink. I'll just grab water!" She said "Are you serious Charlie?! It's a damn party, do something that you want to do." Charlie froze up then looked at him "Something that I want to do?" Charlie questioned the spider "Yes! Not Alastor, not Vaggie. You." He responded, Charlie smirked. Of course a girl like needed to be a rebel in occasions like this.

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Charlie already got down with 3 cups of Vodka and obviously it was a cause of nonsense escaping from her lips "YEESSSSSS! I NEED MORE OF THIS SHIT!!!" She shouted "YES QUEEN! LET OUT YOUR REBEL SIDE!" He handed her more than 5 cups of Vodka.

Meanwhile with Alastor, he sat on a magenta couch with husk while scanning the room for his princess "Aye motherfucker, where is your slut?" Husk asked him while chugging an unknown liquid "AYE! AYE! shut that mouth of yours! Your inappropriate language was never asked from me!" But then he narrowed when he found a drinking Angel Dust walking weirdly at the two males-Alastor of course had an irritated look in his eyes.

"Aye Alastor! Your girlfriend drank too much and now she's crying in the ladies room" Angel stammered with the drunk accent blocking his voice.

Okay now that made Alastor pissed, his grin grew larger of rage; his avatar now seen as the radio form "For god sake! I specifically told her to not drink" he shouted bit had to maintain calm.

"Yea Well I encouraged her not to listen to you! Give the girl a fucking break she's just having fun!" Angel shouted over the loud music.

Alastor growled and speed up to the restroom finding Charlie sobbing on the sink for an unknown reason. "Dear! What in the name of hell is going on?" He rubbed her back gently "THERE IS NO MORE VODKA LEFT!!! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW DEPRESSING THAT IS?!" Alastor face palmed at her answer

"You have clearly promised me that you won't do stupidity, and here you are now!" Alastor said with disappointment.

"You're not the boss of me!" Charlie pouted and went to the hallway angrily.

Alastor sighed and followed her. "Charlotte Magne! Stop with this ridiculous attitude and lay down for an hour or two, you're going to injure yourself." Alastor shouted seriously. "You ain't my dad! Or a damn police! Stop following me-" she was going to add on but Angel screamed saying "CHARLIE THERE IS MORE VODKA!" Charlie cheered but Alastor prevented her from doing so by pinning her against the wall.

"OH NO YOU DON'T! Charlie quit it! Your going get yourself sick by drinking to much alcohol!" Alastor gave her a creepy stare but of a blink of an eye she was gone because Angel grabbed her by the arm dragging her back to the fun.

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"You're lucky I saved your ass out there! Damn your so lucky he pinned you against the wall bitch!" Charlie hiccupped and rolled her eyes "MEH, it doesn't matter no more, I just want to experience this!" Charlie reached for the raspberry wine bit a certain someone tackled her "NO ALCOHOL YOUNG LADY!" Alastor of course said, and now the annoyed bar in Charlie filled up, she knew she was sick of this crap.

Alastor grabbed Charlie's wrists "Charlie you've had enough drinks for today!" He shouted but Charlie let out grunts and annoyed whines "GET OFF! SCREW YOU!" Her wrists got loose from his palms and pushed him weakly on his chest. Then she grabbed a cup of raspberry wine "NO CHARLIE ENOUGH!" He tackled her once more.

But as the two demons lost their grip, the vodka spilt all over Charlie's clothing, oh how she hated the cold contacts roaming all over. A ton of "ooooo's" were released from the party "OOOH. ALASTOR IS GOING TO GET HIS ASS SPANKED!" Angel laughed hysterically. The blonde glared at The Radio Demon.

"The hell is wrong with you..." she rushed at the ladies room again, and tried to force the stains to go away with a cloth which was no use.

"Dear stop, it's not doing any help" Alastor said with an unimpressive tone.

Charlie's breathe hitched up her throat. She could also feel the bile bubbling up from her stomach and up her gullet, threatening to come up as well. She could tell that she was about to vomit by the feeling of her mouth was over-salivating.

"Oh fuck.." She muttered and now...She let the puke out. She had no time rush at the business led, so her taints were spilled out on the sink.

"I told you to not drink and what do you do? Keep on drinking" but he helped her anyways by grabbing a handful of her hair (since her bun got loose) and stylized it as a ponytail.

"I thought you wanted this?????" She questioned him with a tone of soft and sloppy.

"I never wanted this first off Charlie, I'm just here because you wanted to!"

"It's Bullshit" she stuttered. Alastor rolled his eyes.

"It's not dear" he told her.

"BULLSHIT" -Charlie

"IT'S NOT!" -Alastor

"BULLSHIT!" -Charlie

"NO.IT.ISNOT.!" -Alastor

"No you!" -Charlie

...

"You're bullshiiit" she corrected him with a sloppy tone, Alastor narrowed his eyes at her "Excuse me?" He sounded disappointed and confused with his smile with a horrifying unknown definition. "L-like, l-l-like YOU, you keep on

prev-v-enting me from having fun...You're always acting like a fucking piece of boredom when I choose fun...Am I like your bitch or somethin to always agree with you?....It's bullshit"

He kept quiet but before he could say anything she continued once more "Y-you.. you're a c-clone of my father... a-always bossing and f-following me a-around like if I'm a god damn pet. It's bullshit Alastor, it's absolute bullshit..." she stammered like if a young being was trying to finish their first sentence.

"Dear Charlotte, that is disgusting language you're speaking, I'm taking you home!"

"Who's Alastor? I don't know him?" Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "What in the name of Lucifer are you talking about!" Alastor scoffed at her saying.

"UGH! YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING! IT'S ALWAYS YOU, YOU, YOU AND YOU!" She yelled "Just let me have fun!" She begged as well.

He calmed himself down and said softly "Oh Charlie can't you see? Angel is making you look like a piece of dirt...just like him" he muttered the last part "But the main reason is that I want to protect you!" Charlie had a puzzled look on her face then unexpectedly by Alastor she went off topic by saying the most dumbest thing ever.

"Are ya single babe???" She cooed him with a flirt tone. No. He couldn't have this. She couldn't become a clone of that porn star.

"No. I'm taken..." He reassured her. She frowned like a toddler and whined "But I want to date you sooo badly!!" Once again an unexpected action happened to Charlie. She passed out. Alastor sighed and picked her up in a bridal style "I have no other choice but to bring to my place" he said breathlessly.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED" Vaggie stormed seeing the image of Charlie in a bad look "Look dear, Don't shove me with insults! Thanks to the filthy spider she's in a bad form" Alastor explained, Vaggie gave a cold stare to The Spider.

"YOU ASSHOLE JUST-WELL JUST LOOK AT HER! BECAUSE OF YOU SHE LOOKS LIKE SHIT!!!" She raged on "AYE WELL LOOK AT THIS STRAWBERRY MOTHERFUCKER! HE TREATS HER LIKE IF SHE'S A MACHINE! CHARLIE IS A DEMON WHO IS ALLOWED TO MAKE HER OWN CHOICES! AND SHE CHOICE THE RIGHT ONE! Having.fun!!" Angel defended himself and of course Charlie.

Alastor than knew this lunatic was right. FOR ONCE. She's just trying to have fun than regretting it at the morning. Was he really that controllable towards her?

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So he left Vaggie and Angel arguing like if nothing happened. Time skipped and arrived at his location. Alastor gently laid his sunflower on the finest bed in his mansion, he undressed her kindly since he had to respect his partner's nature.

He clothed her with a red night shirt and black leggings.

He adjust her hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek "Goodnight My Sleeping Beauty" he shut off the lights and left to his bedroom and with no hesitation he shut his eyes.

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ

Her eyes fluttered from the harm hell light reflection against her lids. Her head felt overheated, she started shivering uncontrollably from the pain running around her stomach and her head. "Ah! My dear you've awoken! I'm glad you had a great rest...for 18 hours..." he chuckled the last part.

She really did had a night on her own after all. The Deer handed her a warm cup of tea along with an almond muffin, "Oh thanks Al but, was I really that drunk?" She laughed at the image of her doing stupidity.

"Oh sweetheart! Trust me you really were" he laughed. "I mean come on. It wasn't that bad...was it?" She asked nervously "Well the idiot spider fellow gave you more than 5 drinks. So you called a BuLlShIt over and over, you said you had no clue who I was and you started to flirt with me....so yes it was very bad honey" he stated it all. Charlie was a bit surprised that Alastor cursed for the first time. Well it did sounded of though.

"Geez, I'm sorry you had to put up with all my mess" Charlie apologize, "As much I don't want to admit it darling, it gave a good laugh seeing your different side of you!" He laughed and held Charlie closer "I would kiss you right now but I don't want to get sick" he petted her wavy hair.

The following hours became when Charlie was no longer ill. Their noses nuzzling against each other was absolutely adoring to see and feel.

When the night came, Alastor wrapped his cinnamon roll with fluffy blankets bring him close to his chest, his palm fitted like a glove around Charlie's fragile little head. He absolutely adored it when her little nose nuzzled his chest softly. Just like a soft kitten in the arms of its owner.

↠ T H E E N D ☆

ʙʀᴜʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛ ɪs ᴛʀᴀsʜ *ᴍᴀᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ*

ᴏɢʜᴏʜᴏᴏᴏ ғʏᴠғʀʏᴠᴛʏᴛᴜғ4ᴋ6sᴊɢғ5ᴏᴄɪᴛxʏᴛɪᴠ.

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ :)

ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ 'ᴍᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴ ᴀᴍɪ' <:(

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs....

ϙᴏᴛᴅ: ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs? ɪғ sᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs?

ᴀ: ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ, ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ, ᴍɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ <3

-ʀᴏsᴇ 🌻🍒🦋

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Drew & Carly

Drew: doing my head in Carly: record time Carly: wanna swap seats Drew: funny Drew: sitting next to ro, remember, not ali Carly: shes alright Drew: don't think she's down Drew: soz babe Carly: ha Carly: k but shes not dtf you either Carly: poor baby Drew: fuck off Drew: how would you know Carly: your mood is a giveaway Carly: i kno when youre frustrated boy Drew: bet I won't be by the time this trip is over Carly: idc Carly: make that bet w your gf Drew: lies Drew: poor baby Drew: don't reckon she'd appreciate that Carly: ha Carly: why would i lie Drew: 'cos even if you do care, can't have what you want Carly: i can fuck you whenever i want Carly: rn if i wanted to Drew: weren't talking 'bout me Drew: but nah Carly: k Carly: now youre lying Drew: nope Carly: you didnt come into my inbox to cry about your gf Carly: or did you & your that lad now Carly: embarrassing Drew: don't be a bitch Drew: looking for some peace and quiet is that so much to ask Carly: from me yea Carly: you kno i dont do quiet Carly: not w you Drew: ha Drew: cute Carly: & true Carly: arent you bored Carly: dont you wanna have some fun this trip Drew: i told you i'm going to Drew: w ro Carly: yea Carly: get out my inbox then i gotta make my own Carly: plenty of lads on this coach Drew: and girls Carly: nah Carly: back to boys you kno Drew: shame Drew: good times Carly: yea but youre boring now Drew: fuck off Drew: nah i ain't Drew: ali is Carly: tell your missus Carly: ali can still party Drew: not with us Carly: yea Carly: if she wanted Carly: youre the one on a chain Drew: i do what i want Drew: whenever i want Carly: do something then Carly: be fun Drew: whaddya want me to do on this packed coach Carly: the bathroom is free Carly: but k youre too scared to start the party Drew: not scared Drew: just not a moron Carly: k Carly: ill ask someone else Drew: u do that Drew: know it won't be as good as me Carly: ha Carly: maybe used to be Carly: reckon youve lost your touch Carly: married life will do that like Drew: you reckon? Drew: you wish Carly: i kno Carly: its written on you Carly: bored & boring Carly: you couldnt turn me on now Drew: yea yea yea Drew: otherwise written all over your face, babe Carly: ha no Carly: check me out as much as you want you wont see that Drew: so up yourself Carly: cuz im not gonna waste my time w you k Carly: my das more fun than you rn Drew: know you're a traveller like Drew: but that's sick Carly: you cant even slag me off proper these days Carly: who are you Carly: sad Drew: 'cos I don't need another bird doing my head in Drew: all chat but you're the same as her, like Carly: fuck off Carly: nothing ive said i wouldnt follow through on Carly: youre the one thats being a pussy Drew: yeah? well you're a nag Drew: I don't wanna fuck you, get off my dick Carly: get out my inbox Carly: you came pouting to me Drew: 'scuse me for thinking you were different Carly: what do you want boy? Drew: forget it Carly: nah Carly: ask for it Drew: Already did Drew: just be a laugh, yeah, don't get on at me Carly: k Carly: whats in it for me tho? Carly: genuinely asking Drew: idk Drew: didn't promise there was Carly: least youve finally stopped lying Drew: ugh Drew: thought we were getting somewhere girl Carly: im only saying Carly: dont get in a mood Drew: i ain't Drew: who are u sharing a room with Carly: nobody Carly: the numbers are off Drew: lucky Carly: you should be more like me & people wouldnt wanna share w you Drew: always have caleb Drew: banging on and on about his girl Carly: no thanks Drew: didn't think so Drew: nightmare Carly: welcome to the other bed Carly: unless your gonna call me a nympho over it Drew: teachers won't be down but might take you up on that Carly: idc Carly: dont think they were down for me being on this trip Carly: but i paid my money Drew: yeah, that's all they care about Drew: though they were all out there with the behave or you'll get kicked threats Drew: standard Carly: yea Carly: try & send me back home my ma & da arent there Carly: be very irresponsible like Drew: they never are Drew: but they don't need to know that Carly: news to them i had a passport Drew: yeah, only last 5 years don't they? Drew: guess when you was 10 they couldn't always piss off without ya Carly: ha Carly: youre funny when youre not sulking Drew: shut up Drew: 'cos you're alright when you're not being a bitch Carly: ive not been a bitch to you since i was making you work for your 3way Drew: well that was hot so acceptable Carly: k so i can be a bitch if im hot yea Carly: ill remember that Drew: goes without saying Drew: fit girls can get away with anything Carly: so you do think im fit Drew: you know you are Carly: yea but idk what you think Drew: gotta keep you guessing, babe Carly: please Drew: please what? Carly: please do Carly: im bored Drew: same Carly: i can pass you my water bottle if you want Carly: all i could smuggle tho Drew: realtalk Drew: no one's smuggling over borders Drew: not worth the aggro Drew: you'll get stuff here no doubt, i'm losing a week's wages 😒 Carly: its a holiday Carly: itll be worth it Carly: especially if you arent all talk Carly: your gf be losing her v like Drew: i ain't but she is Drew: gonna be hard to get her to 🤐 but if anyone can Carly: in it for the challenge Carly: i get it now Drew: what's to get Drew: she's hot Carly: k Carly: but uptight Drew: better than loose Carly: nah Carly: dont tell me you dont want a girl whod let you do anything Drew: not if she's let every cunt do the same, nah Drew: besides, can train a girl like Ro Carly: she isnt stupid enough to blindly follow commands Carly: or you around Drew: 🤔 we'll see Drew: not that its stupid Drew: i'm not fun to be around? Carly: you were Carly: before you got a wife Drew: not asking for ya Drew: but see, you know what you're missing Carly: youre a good fuck ive never denied it Carly: fun when you want Drew: exactly Drew: its Ro's turn to find out Carly: so go chat her up Carly: you love foreplay Drew: don't reckon she wants her first time to be in the coach toilets Carly: ha Carly: didnt mean you had to do it now boy Drew: you know Drew: work fast Carly: yea Carly: thats romance Carly: dont keep a girl waiting Drew: I am capable Drew: if the situation calls Carly: dont waste that info on me Drew: never Carly: seat swap w me tho Carly: up the front is not a party Carly: you throw up once cuz your hanging & get stuck there for life Drew: 😂 Drew: diddums Drew: alright Drew: can chat up woodfield Drew: caleb will be buzzin' Carly: shes got a body under those new jeans Carly: a goer i reckon Drew: you would Drew: only boys my arse 😏 Carly: gotta do something Carly: bored enough to break a few rules Drew: i see u Drew: MY girlfriend, remember? Carly: what do you think you see Drew: just sayin', asking to move, then saying you're gonna lez off Drew: not that thick 😂 Carly: but obvious Carly: as fantasies go you could do better Drew: been there Drew: done that Carly: not w her Carly: shes no ali but thats mean Drew: again, doubt she'll want you there to help with the devirginizing Drew: try not to take it person Carly: i dont wanna be there Carly: the first time is always shit Drew: nah Drew: not with me Carly: ha Carly: youre not that good Drew: pshhh Drew: don't be bitter Carly: im not Carly: its facts Carly: shell be so nervous youll be lucky if you get more than the tip in Carly: probs shes a crier too Drew: shut up Carly: its not your bad Carly: just how it is Carly: itll get better Carly: maybe good Drew: well it's off-putting Drew: men don't need to know about that stuff Drew: keep it to yourselves Carly: k Carly: just trying to help you be more than all chat Drew: yeah right Drew: like you wanna help her Carly: why wouldnt i Carly: i said shes alright Drew: still, no need to be that charitable Drew: why d'you care? Carly: not offering to warm her up for you babe Carly: ive probs hung out w her more than you have Carly: why shouldnt i care Drew: 'cos she ain't your girlfriend Drew: between me and her, not the fucking committee Carly: unlike you i can care about people im not fucking Drew: 🙄 Drew: whatevs Carly: why do you care if i talk about her or not Carly: that i kno her Drew: 'cos i know what girls are like Drew: always talking Carly: me and her arent bffs Carly: i wouldnt be talking to you if we were Drew: i'd hope not Carly: so dont cry Carly: im not telling her anything Drew: stop acting like you give a shit then Carly: im not acting anything Carly: thats all you babe Drew: fuck off Carly: nowhere to go Carly: busy coach remember Carly: what do you get out of being w her? Carly: she doesnt put out & she does your head in Carly: why bother Carly: there are other virgins in town, i think Drew: idk Drew: she's nice Carly: that it Drew: nah Drew: she's good girlfriend material Drew: you can see, idk why you want me to sing her praises to you Drew: masochist, like 😂 Carly: im only asking Carly: why dont you wanna sing her praises to everyone Drew: i'm not that sorta bloke Drew: cringe Carly: yea Carly: its sweet tho Drew: if you say so Drew: just makes me feel 🤢 Carly: ha Carly: better get up the front boy Drew: deffo Drew: any escape from the caleb and ali show Carly: true Carly: ms woodfield will distract you Carly: shes looking thirsty might offer her a drink Drew: queue for that toilet getting longer by the minute Carly: yea Carly: as if caleb & ali arent in there Carly: slacking Carly: like i taught her nothing Drew: probs just jerk him off in the seats like Drew: not backrow coolkids but still pretty standard Carly: aw Carly: cute Drew: how is that cute Carly: theyre in love Carly: dont be jealous Carly: youd like it if your girl offered to do you Drew: no they ain't Drew: she was with you not that long ago Drew: be on to the next soon Carly: nah Carly: she loves him & its mutual Drew: things change Drew: we don't need to make a song and dance every time someone gets with someone else like Carly: who is Carly: its no big Carly: but its still happening Drew: i'd rather just ignore it 'til it goes away Drew: not like you up in my business 😜 Carly: im not up in any part of you Carly: relax Drew: mhmm Drew: lie harder Carly: nah Carly: i wanna be but im not Carly: facts Carly: id be lying if i said i didnt want you Drew: i know Drew: prove it though Carly: how Carly: what do you want me to do Drew: brave the queue 🤳 Carly: k Carly: [Sends pics and video also because she knows he can't watch it in front of the squad] Drew: tease Drew: swap seats with me so ms woodfield can watch too Carly: prick Carly: youre a bigger tease than me tho Drew: no way Drew: i got the evidence to prove it now Carly: if i was a tease id have given you nothing Carly: let you sweat it Carly: like you are to me Drew: you ain't asked for anything Carly: but you kno what i want Carly: give me something Drew: [Sends ab pic that was just his last Insta] Carly: come on Carly: dont be like that Drew: what? Carly: such an arsehole Carly: im not begging Drew: 😂✌

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the-origin-story · 6 years

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Origin Story Text Posts and Onion Headlines Part 9

Kira: one of these days i'm going to roll my eyes too hard and i'm going to go blind, i just walked into this room at a party and someone yelled "dibs!", I'm sorry you must be at least a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory, I'm developing all these feelings it's disgusting., how ones one turn their emotions off, idc (I do care), This Shit Again, i hope common sense is the next cool trend, no offense but i hate myself and i hope i die in my sleep, i need a tall boyfriend so he can get things for me off of tall places. i changed my mind boys are demons ill get a ladder, "your eyes hella red u been smokin??" no I been crying bitch leave me alone, why do ppl think its ok to waste my time, who let me adult I can't adult, japanese legend says that if you shut the fuck up you wouldn't be so annoying, "yall need to chill" says me, who isn't chill not even a little bit., here i am, cuter and more kissable than ever, and how many kisses am i receiving? zero, why doesn't anyone appreciate my sarcasm and bitterness as much as i do, what the hap is fuckening, current mood: angrily bisexual., buying clothes that aren't black is hard, are those feelings get them away from me, girlfriend: why don't you take off that battle armor and slip into something a bit more.....comfortable me: i am most comfortable when i am impervious to most forms of physical attack, "I need to you to totally straight with me-" *nervous bisexual laughter*, i can't stop laughing at the fact that i used to think that i was straight me a heterosexual, ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened, Youve heard of Best Buy, now get ready for... me (the best bi), ATTENTION! The rumors are true! i AM beautiful AND hilarious at the SAME TIME. yes it is a lot to take in take ur time my beauty is timeless, Fact: Bisexuals are open to everything. Coffee dates, crowded parties, underground robot fighting rings, secret witch covens. We're open minded., bi people are are wonderful and magical and their identity is so so valid pass it on, Your Safety Is Our Second Concern, anyway sorry I sound really gay and bitter, list of things i'm handling well currently 1., my life's resume: i tried, anyway *goes to push my glasses up my nose by the bridge and accidentally gets fingerprint on lens* fuck okay hold on, do you ever just look at someone and think "I'm glad your parents had sex", If I had a dollar every time someone called me ugly I'd have 0 dollars bitch you thought lmao, I may be short but you're still beneath me

Jean: me 300 times a day: im so done, that person you just called a nerd? they are a giant nerd. you made a good call on that one., "if u like someone just tell them!" yeah sure goodbye, why does life feel like i'm playing on expert difficulty, the robot apocalypse will be caused by people talking about the robot apocalypse so much that the robots will think that's what we want and they're just trying their best, i want to give him (Becket) things like blowjobs and self esteem, I am awake but at what price, me: *discussing w/ myself in my head* me: my thoughts exactly, I'm like four days past my bedtime, no offense but some of us *looks pointedly at self in mirror* need to fucking chill, reasons to date me: 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: please lol, "its dark im scared" don't worry bae i got this *stomps foot* *sketchers light up*, me: *talks for 30 minutes straight on a subject no one cares about just because i love sharing information*, me:*lies down* things:*continue to happen* me: lieS DOWN HARDER*, friend: you look stressed me: haha yeah it's the stress, it's raining but it's not men so what's the point

Cypress: is it gay in here or is it just me?, im the seductive malicious forest spirit your parents warned you about, me: hangs out w/ little kids and tries to reach them self love and feminist ideas, I am a dream girl I already know, i'm a good person i don't deserve to be mistaken for a heterosexual, *me flirting* hey wanna suffer together, "sit up straight" how dare you i'll sit as gay as i please, Area Women Not Listened To Again, "women are weaklings!" i'm strong enough to carry your corpse to the woods, I'm in love with this girl. She's gorgeous, smart, talented, funny as hell, and totally badass. That girl is me. boy: says something sexual or flirtatious me: right...anyway, "you can't wear that!!!! people will get the wrong impression!!!" the impression that i am a hot babe with an ass that just won't quit??" honey that ain't wrong that's just a fact

Becket: am i a complex carbohydrate because i am slowly breaking down, I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on, no offense but what the fuck am I doing, eyebrow game strong?, more like eyeBAG game strong. i'm fucking exhausted. haha lol, au where i'm not crying, i expect the minimum and am still disappointed, INCREDIBLY ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE who are simultaneously GIANT DORKS are my ULTIMATE WEAKNESS, me: knows exactly what i have to say me: stutters and fucks up a 5 word sentence, me, a sensitive and very emotional person who cries easily and can't take any criticism: i wanna fight someone

Liam: im fluent in talking shit, is it morally okay to pray that your crush's relationship doesn't work out, I walk this broken road on the boulevard of broken roads Don't know where it broke but it's only me and I broke the road, can you not date people that are not me? it's rude., i think i stole all of the wrong personality traits when when making my identity because no one fucking likes me??, hot people who know they're hot are the worst and can't be trusted, I thought you were in love? just with myself, *avoids even people i love w all heart*, I may look calm but in my head I've killed you three times, Child Development Experts Say Boys Not Fully Mature Until Avenging Father's Murder, i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, i try not to sound like an asshole but it's really hard because i am an asshole, why are 15 year olds so angry

Bean: wanna make a secret handshake it involves us touching our mouths together for three hours, don't look at me i'll fall in love with u, Do you ever look at a person and get the urge to just drop everything and yell I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, here's a little song i like to call "i cherish our friendship so i won't tell you i would totally have sex with you if you asked"

Cyra: IF YOU SAY ONE MORE WORD I'M GOING TO GRAB YOUR FACE AND kiss it because you're cute , do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years, QUICK. PUT YOUR LIPS ON MINE IT'S AN EMERGENCY, @god thanks for making girls so pretty, they're just really cute and in love, my kink is a happy n fulfilling relationship, my seduction style is is genuinely caring about your life & wanting you to improve & be happy, otp: smol and tol, you can't be hot and just expect me to act normal

Jean and Kira: I'm Always Open To Feedback I Can Get Defensive About And Ultimately Ignore

The Squad: Group Of Good-Looking People All Headed Toward Same Place

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