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[ajbwasntwriting]

Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 1. Darling Princess

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After the sneak peak tested well I decided to post the first chapter. I have many more already written and in the making but I’ll only post them if this gets a good reaction so please if you enjoy this please heart it, reblog it, and/or reply to it. Interaction inspires.

Sucking on another cigarette the stale tobacco burned your throat in a way you would’ve been disgusted by years ago. You looked out your window down at the gate, walkers pulling at it to try and get in. It had been a couple of years since Negan took power and more than long enough for you to feel trapped. You held the smoke in your lungs, a small part of your brain wishing it would ignite inside you and let you combust, before letting it out slow and smooth. Luxuries like this were meant to last. Another luxury was the leather loveseat you were sitting on, and the black and blue mosaic coffee table your feet and ashtray were on, and the acoustic gibson on your lap.

You placed the smoke between your lips to free your hand so you could strum the strings. You were playing an old rock balled your old man had taught you what felt like a life-time ago. He didn’t teach you to play guitar but when you came back from scouts playing campfire songs he insisted on teaching you some real music. You thought back on how many of his guitar strings you broke before that Christmas he bought you your own Washburn. The strings seemed to break less when the instrument was more your size. Those memories felt so distant now. As if they belonged to another person or were part of a movie you watched. The lyrics of the tune you were playing were on the cusp of coming back to you when your door opened violently somewhere behind you.

“My dearest daughter” Negan spoke as he entered your private room. You likened his new way of talking to that of a TV presenter. Always having to keep people on their toes. You used to think it funny when you were a kid but it wasn’t part of his personality then. “What are you doing here? Dinner was half an hour ago.”

“I’m not hungry” you shot back not even turning to face him, which would have been easy since the chair sat with its side to the window, but the walkers chewing on the fence were far more interesting.

“Y/N, don’t lie to me. You said the same at breakfast.” He sauntered over. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Lucille wasn’t with him.

“Food I didn’t earn doesn’t sate my appetite” you shot back, leaning forward to put out your smoke in the ashtray. That must have stirred something within him because the next thing you know you were grabbed by your arm and dragged out of your room, the guitar hitting the ground with a sorry sound. You let him drag you without protest, knowing better.

You were pulled into a plush dining room, immaculately furnished with white cushioned chair and a long oak table, set with silver cutlery. There were five sets in total for you, your father, and three of his ‘wives’. You figured this was some sort of ‘happy family’ play he’d act out but you didn’t know who the viewer was. You? The wives? The men? Or maybe knowing you didn’t want to be here was entertainment enough.

You were shoved into a chair next to the head of the table across from Frankie. She looked comfortable while nursing her drink but you reckoned that wasn’t her first. In front of her sat a bottle of vodka, distilled on-site by worker number 12. Fat Joey was filling the bowls with soup when your father shoved your chair in. He plopped himself into the chair next to you at the head of the table.

“Now isn’t this nice. A big happy family dinner before your old man takes off tomorrow.” You didn’t dignify him with a reply, instead motioning to the bottle of vodka in front of you. 

“May I have some, Frankie?” she looked at the bottle then smiled at you 

“Go ahead, Princess”. You picked up the bottle and filled your glass half-way to spite her for that nickname. 

“Thank you” you tried to be civil, as badly as you wanted to just walk off with the bottle, you sipped your glass instead.

You silently started the soup. The veggies were cut into large pieces. Perfect, chewing gave you a reason not to talk to the dickhead to your left. Your eyes were too buried in your soup to see the other two wives staring at you and your father who was boring holes into your head with his eyes.

“How was your day, Y/N?” Tanya perked up

“Same as yours” you replied with a mouth full of carrot and potato

Silence

“Where are you going tomorrow Negan?” Nicolle added.

“Ladies.” Your father spoke out, his tone showing his distinct lack of patience. “I’m not an idiot. I can tell that our darling daughter doesn’t want to share our company.”

“I made that obvious in my room.” Your spoon fell gracelessly into your bowl. “Why am I here?!” 

He reached over and rubbed your cheek affectionately. “Because I love you. And!” he punctuated the final word by raising a finger in front of your face, a silent cue to wait. He stood up from his chair and took off out of the room and down the hall. You took this moment to talk to his wives.

“You don’t have to be nice to me,” you said before starting to shovel soup into your mouth.

“Like hell, we don't.” Frankie retorted, earning a short child from one of the others. You chuckled and swallowed the food in your mouth. You picked up your glass and gestured it at Frankie

“Take notes, Ladies. Frankie doesn’t try bullshit on me” Frankie gestured her glass back. You guessed she’d been in a similar situation, forced to get along with people because it was easier. She didn’t try to be your friend because you knew you wouldn’t appreciate it, which in a weird turn of events you appreciated.

Your father arrived back. It was now you noticed he was a lot cleaner than usual, even the signature leather jacket had left him. Now you were alarmed. In his hands was a pink box with a purple bow. He placed it in front of you and kissed the top of your head. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

“Is it my birthday?” you asked, not quite sure. Time had become a blur since the end of the world. You pushed your bowl away to bring the box in front of you.

“Give or take a few months. I know I’ve missed a couple what with...everything...so this will count for at least one of them.” He placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a little squeeze, your own hand finding its way on top “There’s a lot more gifts coming for my princess, don't you worry.” You couldn’t help the smile that came to you, giggling slightly. You looked up at him, seeing nothing but unconditional love being sent back your way 

“Dad, it’s alright.” You smiled and turned back to your gift. The wives were now watching, captivated by this little bit of humanity at the end of it all. You gingerly opened the bow and lifted the lid off.

Inside lay a military knife, clearly hand-made on-site with a beautiful leather handle and your name carved into the side in cursive. You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. You picked it up, finding it fits in your hand perfectly. 

“It’s beautiful” you near-whispered, watching as the candle lights hit against the metal. In a moment it was lodged in the table a mere inch from Tanya’s hand. You kicked back your chair, making your father step back, and grabbed the vodka bottle in one motion. “Now if only I had a reason to fucking use it” you spat as you stormed out of the room.

Back in your room, you sat in the corner with your head against the cold-glass window, looking down at the dead, only illuminated by the moon. You had killed so many of them before arriving at Sanctuary. Hell, you’d say you saved your old man’s ass more than he saved you...but he was a people’s person. Ruthless. But a people’s person. ‘Let me do my thing and I’ll have these assholes sucking my dick in days’.

That was a different age. Back when your father was a teacher. Back when your mother was sick. Back when your father cheated on her with anything with a pulse and she took it out on you. Back when your mother’s treatment and your father’s lifestyle drained your college fund and you had to enlist. Back when she’d attack you, both emotionally and physically, and you took it cause you knew she was in pain.  Back when you had come home from a 16-month mission because her condition had worsened. Back when the world went to shit. Back when you had to put her down because your sleazeball of a father wasn’t man enough to do it. You looked down at the dead and thought, if you reached your hands through the wires...you could be back with your mom.

Your door opened slowly, heavy footsteps coming your way. There was no need to look. Only one person would enter your room without knocking. “You scared Tanya back there, Princess.” your father spoke in a low voice. 

“She can take it” you croaked, a clear sign you had been crying. He kneeled down beside you. In the reflection of the window, you could see him holding out the knife.

“Please take it.” You turned around, your back now pressed to the window.

“Why?”

“You need to be able to protect yourself”

“Give me a gun then”

“No.”

“Why? Scared I’d leave.” You took a swig of your drink. 

“I see you’re upset-”

“Do you?! Do you really?” you cut him short, stumbling to your feet using the window to push yourself up. “Why am I upset? Because I eat food I don’t deserve? Because you make people die for me? Because you have me trapped in a fucking tower like Repunzel or some shit!?” That earned a chuckle from him, which only served to piss you off. “I should be down there earning my bit just like everyone else.”

“Do we have to go over this again?” He sighed dramatically. He cupped your face, the knife now dangerously close to you. “You're my daughter Y/N. My darling baby girl. My precious princess”

“I was twenty-six when this shit hit, dad” you mumbled through your squished cheeks. He gave them a little loving slap.

“You're valuable to me, which means some people might want to hurt you. You eat to stay alive, people die because they’re stupid, and you live in this room on this floor so you can be kept safe.” you blew him off with a wave of your hand and an angry sigh. You pushed passed him to your bed, twirling to sit on it and start taking off your combat boots. He walked over and lodged the knife in your headboard before kneeling down to look up at you. “I have to go out for a while. Find this Rick Grimes asshole and get some payback for the fifteen men he killed at our outpost.”

A chill went up your spine “The one near the hilltop settlement” you whispered. 

“That’s right.” You looked him in the eye, not noticing how your lip quivered.

“You don’t have too.” you didn’t know if it was the booze or genuine worry for human life but you found yourself begging. “We have more than enough peo-” he shushed you soothingly, his hand coming up to your cheek, rubbing soothing circles. 

“Oh but you know I have too, and while I’m gone I don’t want anyone to get ideas on what they can do to you so” he nodded towards the knife. You pulled it out of the wall, looking it over before nodding, mouthing ‘okay’ and depositing it in your nightstand table. He kissed your forehead before leaving, wishing you a good night. Once again alone you took two large gulps of your drink and laid down.

Edit: For creative reasons Y/N is now 26 at the beginning of the apocalypse instead of the original 24

[vizslasaber]

UNDERSTANDING ──── echo.

summary: in the middle of the night, echo finds you, hurt and exhausted and in need of an apology.

pairing: arc trooper echo x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none! just a sprinkling of angst and grief.

a/n: i love echo so much & im so glad he’s okay as of the finale!! this takes place sometime around the early seasons, but after the season 1 episode “cornered.” also, i listened to waves by chloe moriondo while writing this!

You’re not sure what to think of Echo.

Most of the time, he’s quiet. When he does speak, it’s usually to enforce a rule, remind the group of their current plan, or to keep Wrecker in check. You’ve seen his softer side, with Omega and occasionally his brothers, and it’s rare but honestly endearing.

The thing about him that most irks you, however, is that he never wants to seem to interact with you.

Officially, Hunter is the group leader; ever since Clone Force 99 accepted you into their squad, that much has been clear. You’re the only non-clone—or “natborn” as the others refer to you—living on the Marauder. It’s been several months since you saved Omega from bounty hunters on your home planet of Pantora, and now, you’re as much a part of the Bad Batch as anyone else.

Except, you’re not a batcher. Not really.

Despite how much you care for your squadmates, it’s easy to feel separated from them at times. Easy to feel different. Most of the others have picked up on this by now, and often go to great lengths to make you feel like one of them.

Not Echo, though. He seems—wary of you, almost, and you’re not sure why. Once, you brought it up to Tech, who simply waved you off with one of his shrewd, knowledge-filled comments. “You are new here, you know. Some people are simply slower to open up than others.”

You, however, know that’s not the case. You’ve seen Echo with his brothers, and with Omega. He can be kind, and funny, and even angry. But to you… to you, he’s nothing but quiet.

For some time, you tried your hardest to be yourself around him—to crack your usual sarcastic jokes at his expense, to be friendly, like you are with the others. But the constant avoidance and clipped answers leave you increasingly confused and hurt.

So you withdrew from him, too.

It still bothers you, sometimes. But you’ve learned to brush it off.

Now, you sit in the cockpit, feet resting against the control panel. A ration bar—one of the good ones—rests in your hand. Every so often, as you watch the blue glow of hyperspace streak past the viewport, you take a bite of the ration bar.

You’re on first watch. Someone has to stay in the cockpit to oversee the ship’s journey back to Ord Mantell—and, since you still can’t fall asleep in hyperspace, you keep volunteering for the job. The cockpit is mostly dark. All the lights are off, and the viewport is dimmed. Anything brighter reminds you of how sleep-deprived you are, and so you’re content to sit in the blue gloom.

Leaning your head against the headrest of the pilot’s chair, you close your eyes. Your entire body feels heavy with exhaustion, but every time you try to drift off, the rumbling of the ship’s hyperdrive jerks you awake.

The sound of footsteps startles you. You open your eyes, leaning around the back of the chair to inspect what little part of the ship’s corridor you can see. You can hear the sounds of someone moving around by the small common area, but you can’t tell who it is.

Tech’s probably experimenting again, you think wryly, and settle back into your comfortable position.

Soon, though, the footsteps grow closer. Someone enters the cockpit with a tired sigh, placing something on one of the chairs nearer to the door. It sort of sounds like Hunter, but with the similarity between everyone’s voices, you can’t be sure.

The footsteps halt suddenly. You look up to find honey-coloured eyes surveying you with apprehension. In the dim light, awash with blue, you register the glint of a cybernetic headpiece.

“Oh,” you say, blinking up at Echo, “hi.”

Echo only grunts.

You frown, looking down at your hands, at your half-eaten ration bar. “It’s late,” you say quietly. “You, um—you should get some rest.”

When Echo answers, you don’t look up. He says, voice low and gravelly with sleep, “I slept for a couple hours.”

Slowly, you nod, fiddling with the foil wrapper of the ration bar. The cockpit falls silent; you wait for Echo to leave, but he stays still, his shadow falling over your tired frame.

You want to ask why he’s still here. You want to be rude, to ask him to leave so you can have some peace and quiet. But truthfully, he isn’t saying anything, or causing any disturbances, so instead you hold up your unfinished ration bar. “You want a bite?”

Echo blinks. It seems to take him a moment to process your question. Then, to your faint surprise, he nods. “Thank you,” he says as you hand him the ration bar wordlessly.

It’s a peace offering, of sorts.

He sits in the co-pilot’s chair and takes a hesitant bite, chewing slowly. You see his expression brighten—probably at the realization that this is one of the good ration bars, the kind that Hunter always says not to hog—then return to his usual neutral one.

You watch as he swallows. He hands you back the bar, holding out his hand, but you don’t take it.

“Why… why are you here?” you ask quietly.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Echo drops his arm and breaks eye contact, looking almost embarrassed. Or maybe even ashamed.

Still, you wait for his answer. Several long, painful seconds pass before he says anything. When he speaks, it’s like he’s forcing out the words.

“I wanted to—” he pauses. His flesh hand fiddles with his metal one. “I wanted to apologize.”

You feel your breath hitch. Staring, you try not to gape. “What?” you say, whispering without meaning to. “I don’t—”

“I’ve been horrible to you,” Echo continues, voice steadier. “I didn’t mean to be so… withdrawn. I didn’t realize I was doing it. I… I hope you can forgive me.”

Instead of acknowledging his apology, you bite the inside of your cheek with uncertainty, then cross your arms over your chest. One of the others must have put him up to this. Probably Omega, or perhaps Hunter. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Who sent you?”

“No one!” Echo replies hurriedly, then presses his lips into a thin line. “I mean, Hunter told me that you—he said that—” He sighs. “I didn’t realize it on my own. But I came because I wanted to.”

You blink, cursing yourself when you feel your eyes sting. With a start, you realize that this is the most Echo has said to you since you joined the squad.

Taking in a breath, you wring your hands anxiously. “I just… I just don’t understand why.” You shrug. “You’re not the same with me. Not like how you are with the others.”

Echo swallows. “It’s not—”

“I just want to know what I did wrong.”

At that, Echo falls silent. Guilt permeates the air, enough that you can feel it.

“Hey,” Echo says, kinder than you’ve ever heard him. “Look at me.”

You do. His eyes, like lava, or maybe liquid gold, bore into you. It almost hurts to look.

“This,” he continues, gesturing to the space between you, “is not your fault.”

Against your will, a lone tear slips down your cheek. “So whose fault is it?” you whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the ship’s engine

It’s obvious from the look on Echo’s face that he’s thinking of something—or someone—specific. Despite how much you want to, you don’t push.

You just wait.

“It’s my brother,” Echo finally murmurs, and you raise your eyebrows, quickly cycling through the rest of your squad. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech… maybe Crosshair? You can’t think what any of them, even the one who’s no longer a member of your group, have to do with you.

“Your... brother,” you repeat dumbly.

“Yes.” Echo nods. “Fives.”

Oh. A fellow soldier, then. Probably from before the war ended… and probably long dead.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you hastily wipe your cheek with your sleeve. “What—what about him?”

“You…” Echo shakes his head, then lets out a humourless chuckle as he turns to look at the viewport, at the swirling blues and whites and greys of hyperspace. When he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. “You remind me of him.”

You blink.

Truthfully, you have no idea what to say to that. Luckily, Echo continues, saving you from having to come up with an answer.

“Your sense of humour, I mean. The sarcasm, the jokes.” He shrugs, and the light from the viewport catches on his cybernetic headpiece, glinting in the otherwise dim cockpit. “And… and the way you know people.”

“‘Know people’?” you echo, confused. “I’m not following.”

“You understand people,” Echo says, and finally looks at you again, eyes impossibly sad. “Somehow, without ever having experienced what others have gone through, you understand their pain—and you feel it with them.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment, then opens them again. “Fives used to do that too.”

And suddenly, as though a switch inside you has been flipped, it all makes sense. “And that’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” you realize, and Echo winces. “Because I remind you of him.”

“See?” The barest hint of a smile graces his lips. “You’re doing it now. And you’re not even trying.”

“I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” Echo says. “I am. It just…”

“Hurts,” you finish, and Echo blinks, surprised. You smile softly. “I know you too, you know.” Reaching out, you take his flesh hand, gently prying it open and taking the ration bar. As Echo watches, you split the remaining piece in half and hand one to him. “And for what it’s worth—I forgive you.”

The shadows colouring Echo’s face suddenly seem lighter. He smiles, then—really smiles.

You take a bite of the ration bar and smile back.

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[hurtspideyparker]

For a request how about a fluffy winterhawk doing shopping to refill their first aid kit? I imagine between the two of them it sees a lot of use.

The pair walk at a leisurely pace in the 24 hour CVS.

There's a number of odd characters, including themselves, but that's what they get for shopping at 2 am. There's the goth cashier, a man in an oddly tall cowboy hat, a couple of teenagers messing around in the chip section, and of course the two Avengers with blooming bruises from the fight they just finished. Which is really not their fault. I mean, who does crime after midnight? Bad people, probably.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" Clint asks while tossing some frozen peas into the basket Bucky is carrying.

"I don't think we'll have enough room."

"Come on man, one Ben & Jerry's isn't gonna break the bank."

"One, really? For both of us? You threw a spoon at my head last time I poked in your pint. I just wanted to try the flavour."

Clint thinks on that.

"Hm, you're right, you're right. We'll do a wrap around at the end and I'll just carry it."

They leave the icy doors and head straight for the first aid aisle. They spot the gauze and bandages first, taking a moment to analyze the different brands, sizes, and types, before Clint takes an arm to the shelf and swipes the entire thing into their basket. Bucky nods approvingly before speaking up.

"This is your fault y'know, you procrastinate."

Clint scoffs, "I'll have you know it was your week to do the shopping."

"The first aid kit's been empty since last week, when you sprained your wrist. Remember when you tried using a compression sock as a wrap. Also, you're bleeding on the flyers."

Clint looks down at the paper. That indeed is his blood. Another drop falls from his nose onto the shelf, "oop, my bad." He grabs Bucky's sweatshirt and uses the corner to wipe up the blood.

Bucky rolls his eyes and grabs a box of band-aids off the next shelf.

"Just for that I'm getting you the hello kitty ones," Bucky pulls out an evil looking purple bunny and then tosses the box into the basket.

He peels it open and places the bandage with care over the bridge of the archer's nose.

"Joke's on you, Kuromi fits my colour scheme."

Bucky stares at him blankly for a moment.

"I speak 7 languages and yet I still manage to not understand you in your native one, which is honestly more impressive."

"Why thank you," Clint gives a cocksure smile.

They move along, tossing in some medical tape, 4 types of pain meds in giant bulk containers, and heat packs.

Bucky picks up a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"Woah man, that stuff isn't right for you anymore. It's all about good ol' soap and water now. Don't you keep up with medical news?"

"No, and I doubt you do." he says with a raised brow.

"Okay fine, Bruce told me, but still."

While Bucky doesn't trust anything Clint finds online, he does trust Bruce Banner, so he puts the bottle down.

"Vaseline's in the beauty aisle, brb."

Clint jogs around the corner and Bucky calls out to his back, "stop saying abbreviations out loud!"

Bucky continues wandering on his own, collecting a few random things into the quickly filling basket.

"Incoming!" Bucky doesn't even react as a jar of Vaseline and some tweezers come flying over the shelving and land perfectly on the pile.

Bucky isn't even in his original spot anymore, how did—nope, not going there. If he asks, he'll just get told "because I'm fucking Hawkeye," with that stupid charming smirk that secretly gives him cuteness aggression.

Bucky Barnes does not get cuteness aggression.

He turns around the corner the same time Clint steps back in front of him.

"Hiya, did you miss me?"

"No," Bucky says, placing a little kiss on Clint's lips.

"Aw, you totally did." Clint fists Bucky's top and pulls him in for another kiss.

The man goes easily, melting into the familiar taste of copper and the sting in his lip from where someone hit him in the face with the butt of their rifle. The stubble is an even more familiar roughness, closer to a tickle. Clint pulls back with a salacious pop, bringing his thumb up to wipe away the spare saliva in the corner of Bucky's mouth.

They hear a strong tone of throat clearing nearby, looking up to see cowboy hat staring at them in disgust with a cart full of dog food.

"Evening sir," Clint waves, then gives a little tip of his imaginary hat. The man just shakes his head then needs moving.

"C'mon, get your ice cream and lets go."

Clint acquiesces, reluctantly pulling away from Bucky's warmth.

After getting the promised ice cream they head straight for the self checkout. The last time they went to a cashier-only pharmacy to restock their first aid they got stared at like they were planning on cutting up the cashier and selling her kidneys (the sewing kit really didn't help), so dumping the pile of gauze away from the employees prying eyes saves them from talking to the cops.

The receipt takes ages to print, Clint grabbing more and more of it like a magician pulling scarves from a hat.

"Babe, will you tie me up with the CVS receipt and do dirty, dirty things to me later?"

Bucky huffs out a laugh and pushes at the other's shoulder, "shut up freak."

Cowboy hat decides to pull up to a nearby checkout just at that very moment, freezing and sending the pair a look like he's personally casting them to the depths of hell.

Clint turns to him, a mischievous smirk that could mean nothing good.

"Sir, would you tie me up with this CVS receipt and—"

Bucky clamps a hand over the man's lips and forcibly drags him out of the building.

[justevelynnnn]

He’s better

Summary: After constant mistreatment from your boyfriend Logan, someone else starts to catch your attention…

Warnings: Smut near the end, cheating mentioned, cussing, logan gets kinda cucked in the end

A/N: I’m in my Scott summers era rn. I’m here to feed all 12 of the cyclops fans with this one💯

You really don’t know how or when this feeling started.

Logan hasn’t been treating you right in ages. The relationship you two started was passionate. But that was the issue. “Passionate” in this case just means sex. Lots of it. And it was cool and all at first, especially because Logan was very good in bed.

Veryyy good.

But that was it.

Valentine’s day came and he did nothing but offer to get you off for a few hours. Couple of lazily thrown rose petals on the bed. A chocolate bar. He never got you flowers or spent actual time with you.

Your final straw was your one year anniversary.

What did he do?

He forgot.

You hinted all day but he just looked at you sideways. Then he had to “leave” early in the day and said he wouldn’t be back for days. You said nothing. You just stared at him as he left with a bag full of clothes, cigars and booze. That was another pet peeve.

He was so bad at communicating. Not even a kiss goodbye nowadays.

You knew what most would ask at this point. What did you think you signed up for??? That was Logan Howlett for you. Cigars for breakfast, Booze for lunch and a combination of both for dinner. And the sex thing was just obvious. That man loved sex but did he reallyyy care for a serious relationship?

Obviously not.

Jean and Scott find you crying outside after Logan left on you guys anniversary and offered to take you out for drinks. You wanted to take your mind off things so you agreed and that night you three went to a nearby bar.

Scott decided to be the driver so he didn’t drink but you drank a few. You and Jean sat at the bar and Scott sat at a booth by the door, looking out the window but also occasionally looking over at you two. Jean also got drunk for some reason, but you later found out it was because her and Scott were also having relationship issues.

Jean was starting to become sloppy and just before you turned to tell Scott, Jean started crying and confessing random things to you. Guilty conscience you supposed. Wasn’t this night for you?

She tells you times she lied to Charles and things she said that she regrets. But one thing stuck out to you.

Apparently, she slept with logan a month ago.

You froze. What?

She claimed she did it to get him off her back and stop flirting but apparently that’s made him worse and now Scott is mad and is threatening to break up with her.

By now she’s crying hysterically and the bartender had told you guys to leave. Scott shakes his head in annoyance and disappointment as he rushed over and apologizes to you.

It was then you thought.

Maybe it’s cause you were tipsy but in the dim, soft light of the bar Scott looked kind of…..hm.

Wait, did he always look this good? No, no, no…well?

Was his jaw always that defined? Wait a minute.

You watched as he carried an inconsolable Jean out the bar.

Those arms…those muscles…

Hm.

Scott broke up with Jean the next day.

Logan was still gone so you had your shared room to yourself but you supposed you’d break up with him too. Not that he’d care since he couldn’t take you seriously.

You were still very hurt as you sat in the kitchen at the island with a glass of wine. How’d you get hung over from a few drinks? Your head pounded while your heart hurt with sadness.

Scott came in a few minutes after you got settled.

“Hey, y/n…” He said as he walked to the fridge.

You mumbled a soft “hey.” as you looked up at him.

Why was he shirtless? Good lord.

Those abs…

Maybe you were still drunk because Scott was looking very sexy right now.

“Hey, sorry for last night again.. I don’t know what’s gotten into her..” Scott sighed and put his hands on his hips. “I’ve been nothing but loyal to her.”

“You and me both..” You said sadly. You didn’t even realize how you and Scott were in the same boat of being cheated on.

Scott smirked as he saw you still staring at his torso.

“Feeling all right over there?” He asked, playing innocent.

You jump. Shit, has he caught on already? You quickly replied, “Oh, yeah yeah, just.. bit hungover I guess.”

He nodded and moved to sit next to you still smiling.

“I got a few remedies for that yknow…”

You could also smell his breath now. Minty.

Hundred times better than beer or whiskey. Actually clean.

He was so close now as he leaned in a bit. He licked his lips too. Those lips..so many details about him you never noticed til now… You could feel his eyes on you as you shifted in your seat. Remedies? You hated where your mind was going.

His “remedy” was to eat food and not drink more.

You felt like a dumbass. You needed to get your mind out the fucking gutter.

And this stuff went on for a bit.

In the few days Logan was still gone you stole many glances at Scott. One day, you caught him in just gray sweatpants working out. You watched as his body moved, glistening with sweat. Listening to his grunting. Then looking away when he looked your way.

You didn’t know what got into you either but you just couldnt shake Scott off your mind.

You thought about him when you woke up, went to bed, worked out, watched tv…

He ran circles.

And he was so kind to you after Logan got back. You and him had an argument about Jean and how he forgot the anniversary thing a few days ago. He said some hurtful things to you. Really hurtful. Scott comforted you as you cried again, rubbing your shoulder and telling you everything it gonna be okay.

He brought you a few flowers with a ribbon tied around the stems.

“Just something to cheer you up.” He said smiling at you.

He cooked you dinner another day—your favorite foods too, how interesting, how’d he know?— and even offered to teach you after you ate it and complemented his cooking.

This went on for weeks. This “nice” thing quickly turned into flirting.

It horribly irritated Logan to see but he says nothing much.

Jean apologized to you again and again and you didn’t know if you ever really wanted to accept her apology. She stayed away from logan now, responding harshly to his attempts of flirting. It was his “fault” she lost Scott she’d tell him.

And she was so caught up with teaching she didn’t notice how close you and Scott were becoming either.

You were worried. Scott made you melt but you were worried if you were just some rebound or if you slept with him it would just be some stupid payback to logan. How would you know if he was just buttering you up just to get between your legs and then leave?

But maybe you were too swooned to care. You started to hang out with him more and more, like you teo were already dating. You thought, why not? He was sweet to you, caring, patient…

He even opened up to you. No offense to Logan but you were tired of prying for answers on true feelings.

One afternoon, after a month of heavy flirting and sneaky touches, you were in his bed. One thing led to another and now you two were sloppily making out, hastily removing clothes from each other. The door was left wide open. You were worried if anyone would hear and tried to tell Scott but he ignored you, pulling your panties off.

Maybe he wanted a certain someone to hear..

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” Scott said taking your nude body in, probably saving a mental image.

Scott was in nothing but his boxers now. You could see the semi-hard on. You were no longer distracted by the open door. He was big alright. Not that Logan was too but with Scott it was more length than girth.

“Scott…this is…i still haven’t broken up with him yet…are you sure we should be doing this?” You breathed. You wanted this…so bad. But it wasn’t right.

“So? Mentally, you have. Plus..”, He kisses your neck and whispers in your ear, “He doesn’t know how to treat someone like you clearly.”

His soft voice sends shivers down your spine. He gently thrusts against you once more as you softly moan his name. He’s right. Logan didn’t know how to treat you. Not anymore at least. He was always rough and quick with you but Scott…so patient, calm. Soft.

Scott kisses you one more time then he gets up to grab a condom (be safe guys!) and pulled his boxers down.

“Fuck…” You say barely audible but Scott hears you and smirks.

“Like what you see?”

You just nod. He was beautiful. Head to toe. And where has he been hiding all of that dick?

Scott climbs on top of you once more, rubbing and kissing all over you. Practically worshiping your entire body. Savoring you like he will never fuck anyone ever again.

He rubs your clit once more, preparing you for when he enters and asks you if you’re ready. Again, all you could do is nod as he lines himself up with you. He tells you to take a deep breath and let him know if he needs to stop at any point. God, he was so so gentle with you.

It was definitely a stretch.

It’s been awhile honestly. Scott let you adjust as you heard your breath hitch. He rubs comforting circles on your clit once more and kissed your lips softly.

Once you were ready he started to move. He was nice and slow at first, giving you a few good deep thrusts. It didn’t take long for him to bottom you out. Then he changed to a pace that was quicker. Still deep, but faster. The headboard on his bed started to bang against the wall.

You were worried people would hear but what you didn’t know was Scott picked a perfect time to fuck you like this. The students were on a field trip and the other xmen were with them. It was just you and Scott today.

And Logan.

You sound like a broken record at this point, calling Scott’s name over and over. Moaning things that barely make any sense. The sheets below you are already damp. Scott barely made any noise as he thrusted into you. Listening to the wet slapping noises coming from you two. And for any other reaction…

You really forgot about the open door the second Scott was inside you. You begged him to go faster faster faster until you felt like the bed could soon break from how quick it was moving and how loud it was.

A few positions later and you were getting close. Scott had you on your hands and knees now though he had pushed your face into the bed. You were out of it, nearing an orgasm. He had you facing the door but face down. He could hear footsteps as you whine about how close you were. Knowing you was coming only got him closer too. As he saw a shadow appear he quickly told you to tell him, “Who’s making you feel like this? Tell me and then you can cum.”

“Y-you Scott! Fuck- You! Scott you!” A muffled voice in the sheets. You were so cockdrunk you couldn’t even hear someone approaching the door.

You finally came in one of your most intense orgasms yet, moaning Scott’s name loudly once more.

Scott soon followed but what you didn’t see what how he was staring right into Logan’s eyes as he came inside of you. Biting his lip, glaring at him as he sloppily gave you his final thrusts.

You plopped onto the bed when it was all over but your attention was soon caught again as you heard the familiar sharp snnnnkt sound and a growl right in front of you.

“You gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?” Scott said in a mocking tone. “Toooo late…”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

a mini you ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ.

reader can understand + talk to animals <3

MASTERLIST | KOFI | PART 2

When you first found the cat on the side of the road, it was a poor, tangled ball of fur. You noticed him, hearing his quiet pleas for help.

You leaned down, petting him on the head and cooing, asking what his name was. The cat seemed confused as to how you were communicating with him, but a soft smile made him trust you, nuzzling his head further into your hand. The poor thing was starving, you realized when it let out a quiet noise, telling you that he hadn’t eaten in days.

You picked the cat up, walking over to your door and back into your apartment. He was a rather quiet feline, but he seemed to like you. You ran a bath for him, much to his chagrin, and cleaned him up. You fed him whatever you could find that was fit enough for a cat.

he mostly stuck by you the whole time, it was sweet. He didn’t say much, but he seemed curious about you. He was a Siamese, usually called the most aggressive and territorial cats.

It wasn’t until Logan came home that you realized just how territorial this cat was.

He came home, draped in a large denim jacket, cigar hanging on his lips. He shrugged the jacket off, taking the cigar out his mouth and calling out your name.

You came practically running out to him, wrapping your arms around him, eliciting a chuckle from him. He wrapped his arms around you, a woody scent coming off from him. You pulled away, giving him a kiss, his hands going to slither down to your back.

“Missed me, huh?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, murmuring against his lips. He pulled away suddenly upon hearing a low growl, turning around the room, sniffing for what that noise was.

“Oh! I forgot. C’mere, peanut.” You spoke, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the ball of brown and white fur come out from behind the couch, his ears pinned back and his fur raised up, hissing at logan.

“Peanut, what’s wrong?” You asked the cat, who let out a low growl. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“He said he just doesn’t like you.”

“Where the fuck did you get him from? The side of the road?” Logan sneered.

“Well… yeah.”

“Oh my god.” He sighed out. “He don’t got… fleas or nothing, right?”

You shook your head, “checked him.”

“Well why the fuck doesn’t he like me? I didn’t do shit to him.”

“Why don’t you like him?” You asked the cat, who let out a hiss again, backing up from Logan who scoffed at the cat.

You had to suppress a laugh when you explained. “He… marked his territory on me.” You let out a quiet laugh, covering your mouth.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Cats… especially Siamese cats, are territorial about a lot of things. Their house, toys, food, and sometimes owners.” You explained to him with a shrug.

“I’m your boyfriend. I live with you. How the hell do I share a house with a cat that wants to murder me?” He spoke, going into the kitchen for a moment before walking back out with a bottle in his hand.

“He’ll get used to you.” You spoke with a small smile, turning to look at the cat who still had his back raised. You bent down, holding your hand out for it, peanut walking over to you, while still glaring at Logan.

Logan also let out a growl of his own at the cat, and you shook your head at the two, amused.

“You know what he reminds me of?” You asked logan quietly.

“What..?” He grumbled out, popping open a beer bottle while still staring at the cat.

“You. He’s like a mini you.”

“He is not a mini me.” He argued. You turned to him, tilting your head to the side, looking at his tufts of hair and you just giggled.

“Mhm. Be nice, peanut.” You pat his head, standing up and leaning into Logan’s ear.

“He’s a mini you.”

He rolled his eyes, lightly shoving his shoulder and you off of him, you smiling and laughing. Him and the cat stared at each other, logan narrowing his eyes.

“Mini me, my ass.” He murmured out.

Days later, you find the both of them, claws out, pointed at each other. And then you find them staring each other down. Then, once he gets warmed up to Logan, he jumps into your bed, nuzzling his way in between the both of you, making logan jump and glance down, just to find the cat.

You ended up renaming him to logan junior.

[jobycewl]

[uefuatoq]

Quotes from Brooklyn 99

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 2  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,841 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 3 =>

It has been a few months since you moved in and you've found the move to have gone better than expected. On your way to class you stop in the middle of the hallway making everyone crash into you. “What the fuck (y/n)” Cartman yelled at you while fixing his hat.

“Yeah why’d you stop?” Stan said picking up the book he was holding in his hand. You point to the poster as you read it out loud “Talent show this Friday, the winner will receive $100 cash. Hey we should enter!” Your eyes had a sparkle in them. “What’s the point Jimmy’s just going to win it anyways.” Stan and everyone nodded in agreement. 

You pout. “Aww come on guys why do you doubt me.”

Everyone started walking again while Cartman began laughing “What are you talking about? You don’t have talent, there is no way a dumb bitch like you could beat Jimmy.”

You stopped in your tracks and frown. You thought Cartman was finally warming up to you. Kyle, Kenny and Stan took to your side “Shut up fata-”

You cut him off “Oh YOU WANNA BET!!!” You had fire in your eyes which meant that you were not to be taken lightly in this state in fact you actually caused Kenny and Stan to take a step back. At this point you accumulated quite the crowd because you yelled louder than you should have. Glancing around you noticed Craig, Clyde, and Jimmy. Cartman pulls Jimmy into the circle

“Well then I bet Jimmy will win the talent show” Jimmy smiles but looks very confused “And, what happens if he wins?” You stand with your arms crossed you could handle anything he could dish out.

“If he wins you have to," He looked around the circle thinking of the worst thing he could make you do. "Be my personal slave for 1 month.” He smirked as you hear everyone around gasp.

You take this opportunity to glance back at Craig and Clyde who were leaving the scene as you spoke “And if I win, you have to be my personal slave for 1 month.”

You and Cartman glared at each other before both of you said “Deal!” Before you knew it Cartman grabbed Jimmy and dragged him to class. You did the same and grabbed Kenny and Kyle who then grabbed Stan because well you only have two hands.

"(Y/n) are you really sure about this? Jimmy hasn’t lost a talent show in, um ever?!” Kyle looked at you concerned while you were opening the door to the classroom. Cartman and Jimmy were already in their seats you cleared your throat and spoke making sure to direct your comment more to Cartman than at Kyle “Oh you’ll see just meet me around the back of the court yard during recess.” You grinned and looked over at Cartman who has an "I’m going to spy on you to formulate an evil plan to make sure I win." Look on his face which makes you giggle and grin. You feel like you are enjoying yourself way too much. Someone nudged your arm and your eyes met with Kenny’s beautiful crystal blue eyes, you’re so jealous of his eyes. “mmffmf mfmf” which meant ‘Why did you let Cartman know, you do know he’s going to spy on you now right?’

“You’ll see at recess” you replied as you waited for recess to come.

Recess came around relatively fast, mostly because it was all you could think about. Just as you said you met behind the courtyard. You could also see Cartman’s hat and a pair of binoculars behind a bush. Which meant your plan was going great so far. “Okay guys now that we’re all here I can talk about what I am going to do for the talent show.” Stan looked over at the bush where Cartman was ‘secretly’ spying on you from “Uh are you sur-”

“Yes, I want to demonstrate what I can do” You wiggled your eyebrows to try to tell them that this is exactly what you wanted to do.

Stan and Kyle looked confused but Kenny had a feeling you would explain it later. You started singing and everyone’s eyes widened. Singing had always been a big part of your upbringing and you were excited to show it off to your new friends. You could hear a faint “Well shit.” coming from the bushes. Sure you wanted to flex on the competition but you didn't want to give all your tricks away. As soon as you finished the song Kyle and Stan were still in shock but Kenny was standing and applauding you like no tomorrow. Stan still had his jaw on the ground while Kyle finally snapped out of it. “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL US YOU COULD SING SOONER!!!”

You giggled trying to act clueless “Well no one asked me.” You shrugged your shoulders “(y/n) you could totally beat Jimmy!” Stan said and you smiled as you started to walk back to the others being sure to walk pass Cartman’s bush when you say “That’s the plan unless, someone sings my song before me. I think I would actually die if that happened.”

___

Cartman had been spying on you after gaining the information that you would be showing off what you would be doing for the talent show. "No one even noticed that I was in the bush next to them, hehe, how stupid are they." He thought to himself. Although he was caught off guard when you started singing and “well Shit” you were like an angel. An angel sent from hell that was going to his my money if he didn't so something about it. Also make him a slave but that was secondary to the money he bet against you. You and the others walked pass the bush again not noticing Cartman when you denoted more information.

“That’s the plan, unless someone sings my song before me. That would be so embarrassing I think I'd actually die.” Your words really spoke to Cartman as you walked away. It would be completely humiliating for two people to sing the same song and that would probably crush your chances of winning for sure. All He had to do is steal your song and then you would have no chance. Only as a failsafe of course he did still have faith in Jimmy even if he’s been acting a little weird all day.

(Jimmy POV)

 "B-BButters what do you do when your penis gets hard…"

[Yeah this part basically follows the episode 'Erection Day' so I’m not going to bother writing it out.]

(Let’s get back to your POV)

After school got out you all walked home together at one point Kyle just stops walking, tilting his head to the side “Uh Kenny? Isn’t your house the other way?” It was true on a normal day this is where the other would have said his goodbye but today was special. You laughed at that before answering “I need Kenny’s help picking a song for the talent show.” Muffled laughter erupted from Kenny while Stan and Kyle exchanged confused glances. They both went into Kyle’s house leaving you and Kenny with your laughing fit. Once you set foot in the house the two of you were on a mission.

“Okay Kenny my laptop is upstairs in my room. I’ll go make some snacks because I’m hungry, but just go look up the perfect song that would get someone detention for a week.” Kenny nods and gives you a thumbs up before running upstairs.

Meanwhile at Kyle's house Stan couldn't shake the weird feeling from earlier. “What do you think they were laughing at?”

Kyle looked up from his homework to see Stan watching T.V. instead of doing his, like he promised. “Who knows, but wasn’t the reason you came over to do your homework.” Kyle said slightly irritated that his best friend gave up so easily on his homework.

“It’s not my fault that it’s boring.” Stan whined flopping on the floor. He looked out the window but the curtains to your house were closed.

___

After 7 soda’s, 3 arguments and a few bags of chips later and you think you've finally settled on the masterpiece. You had burned the CD and were marveling at it. “Kenny, it’s done. We’re geniuses.”

“It’s beautiful” He pretended to wipe fake tears from his eyes as you start laughing  “So now all we have to do is make sure that Cartman takes this.” You grin looking down at the CD.  It had 2 versions of the "pretend song", on vocals and off vocals. You just need to entice Cartman to steal this and hope that he doesn't realize this is not actually the song. Kenny looked over at your clock than back to you standing up. “Well now that we’re done, I think I should be going home now.”

You take your eyes off the CD and look at the clock, holy shit! It was already 6 o’clock. “Yeah, sorry I kept you for so long.” You say scratching the back of your neck. You enjoyed Kenny’s company so much you didn’t even notice the time. You kind of wished he could stay a little longer, with your mom gone all the time it gets a little lonely during the night.

“Nah it’s okay. I didn’t really want to go home anyways” Kenny looked down and his once bright eyes turned grim and ashy. That reminds you that Kenny never really talks about his home life much. With that expression on his face, you feel bad. Kyle and Stan mentioned it a few times and it only makes your heart clench more.

Kenny sighed and close the door to your house. He really didn’t want to go home but he could just stay at yours forever. No matter how uneventful last night was he had to go home. Kenny would rather not go home for the after math but then again maybe the situation has dissipated by now. Karen must be scared without and that was the only reason he needed to go. “Yeah I should go home” He thought to himself.

Although he did want to stay with you a little longer. It’s kind of nice being around someone who enjoys his company. Not that Stan and Kyle don't enjoy his company but they are super best friends, they have each other. He kind of wanted to have that kind of connection for himself.

Opening the door Kenny ducks, dodging an empty beer bottle that cracked on the pavement behind him. As predicted his parents were at it again, yelling and screaming. Taking a deep breath he closes his eyes swiftly navigating the battle field being sure to dodge anything thrown his way. He only opened his eyes when he knew he was in front of Karen’s door. Opening it he finally pulls back his hood.

“Karen I’m home.”

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 1  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,540 💌  You Are Here | Chapter 2 =>

It was cold compared to what you were used to but hey at least you got to see snow. That had been one thing you had wanted to see for as long as you could remember. Living in Hawaii you don't really get that unless you went to certain places on the big island and seeing as how you lived on Oahu, yeah no snow for you. You didn't particularly want to move all your friends and family were here. Although thinking about it moving would be a nice change of pace. You were getting sick of living on an island anyways between the horrible paradise tax, the dumb power-outages and shitty internet you guess there were some perks to leaving your home.

"Honey we're here" you hear your mom say. You open the door of your car and look at your new area of living. It was simple and really generic compared to your old house but hey at least it was new.

Slowly walking up to the front door you survey the houses around yours, they looked nearly the same. The only difference was the color scheme. You turn around to see your mom talking to some redheaded lady followed by a man, her husband probably? The man only greeted your mom as he walked to the house next to yours. Turning back to the door knob your mom calls for you to meet the lady as you reluctantly walk over to her.

"(Y/n) this is Mrs. Broflovski she's our neighbor. We were talking about having dinner over at their house to welcome us to South Park" Mrs. Broflovski smiled "Yes sweetie, I used to be the new kid in town once. I know it can be hard to make friends so I figured that I have two sons, one around your age. Maybe he could show you around."

You force a smile "that sounds lovely, I should go get ready."

With that you hurried into your new house leaning your back against the door, sliding down it. You knew you would have to socialize at one point but this soon? You weren't the best with making friends or talking to kids your age. Back at your old school you were known as the weird girl because you liked "One Piece" over "Naruto" which you thought was so dumb because shouldn't the kids living on an island like pirates over ninjas? Whatever the point was you were not looking forward to being outcasted again for liking the wrong anime.

Taking a deep breath you decide to get off of the floor and get ready which meant that you would have to find your room and the bathroom. The movers had already moved the furniture from your old house so finding your room shouldn’t be that hard. Making your way upstairs there are actually six rooms, which is surprising because it’s only you and your mom who are living here. You find your room and smile it looks exactly like you left it, so you pull out the first thing you see in the drawers and head over to the bathroom.

Afterwards you head downstairs, greeting your mom as you both head out the door. With every step that you take you wonder what kind of a person this kid next door is like. You wouldn't even know how to describe the local boy culture that Hawaii has other than annoying. Brah everyone always like scrap for no reason because they swore you gave stink eye when really you just gagged at their axe body spray and now the whole school is screaming backroads. Like five people will get that joke but it doesn't matter you were already at their door.

*knock knock*   

You had a soft smile on your face to seem more interested in meeting the random neighbor’s boy. Upon entering the home Mrs. Brofloski told you that you could head up into Kyle’s room before dinner and that she would call when it’s ready. Taking a deep breath you gently knock on the door. You meet lovely green eyes as you awkwardly smiled. “h-hiya, I’m (y/n)”

A nice tint of pink graced the boys cheeks “I’m Kyle." He paused before he looked back at his room "So...um... do you like video games?”

“Do I?!” you both smile, this looks like the start of a very good friendship. You both played games until Kyle’s mom called for dinner you both sat quietly at the table while the adults talked. Kyle started to talk to you about some of the best adventures he’s experienced living here and you could not wait to have some of your own. Before you knew it you and Kyle were just sitting on the couch talking while the adults were still at the table with Ike.

“And that’s when the wizard killed the evil king of the humans becoming the grand wizard king. Little did he know that's what started the elf army” Your eyes light up when he says so far “That sounds amazing, you guys are so lucky. My friends back home never wanted to do anything like that.”

Your mom walked in the living room. “(y/n) it’s time to go home” You and Kyle both looked at each other before you sighed. “Aww really?”

She laughed glad that you could make a friend this quickly into the move. “Yes honey, you have to get ready for school tomorrow”

You looked at the clock. It was getting pretty late to be fair. Reluctantly you get up from your seat to follow her to the door. “Okay, see you later Kyle” You waved him off.

“Wait, are you going to be taking the school bus?” You both looked at your mom who nodded then said “(Y/N) will be but not tomorrow I have to meet with the principle tomorrow so I’ll be dropping her off.” You waved one last time as you and your mom left.

The school was bigger than your old one. It was weird how everything was indoors too. In your hometown every school was pretty much an open campus. As your mom said last night you met up with the principle and received your schedule as the councilor gave you a brief tour of what area of the school you would be a part of. You stood outside of a classroom waiting for your introduction.

"Okay quiet down class today you have a new student that's going to be joining us for the rest of the year.” Mr. Garrision motioned for you to walk in “Go on and tell them your name sweetie." Mr. Garrision smiled. You looked at the class and took a deep breath which probably seemed stupid to the people staring at you but it helped calm your nerves. "My name is (Your Full Name)."

You heard someone start laughing and you clenched your fist and glared at the fat kid "Hahahehe (Y/N) ha what a stupid name." The fat ass got everyone to start laughing but you were prepared for retaliation, or well kind of. You had watched some TV show greatest comeback compilations in hopes to steal some material just in case this happened. "Thank you and while we’re handing out compliments, nice hat fat ass, do they sell men's clothes where you got that."

It took the class a moment to process what you were getting at but the moment they did they lost it. "Burn" was all you said after that and you bit your thumb at him. Mr. Garission's jaw was on the floor. Such an innocent looking girl was no better than the rest of these rowdy kids.

"(Y/n) how about you take that empty seat between Kyle and Kenny and we can get started." You take your seat next to Kyle and he turns to you and smiles and puts a fist out and you fist bump him back, you could tell you were going to like it here. You turn to the other guy you're sitting next to, Kenny was it, he was staring at you. Although most of his face is covered but you could tell he's cute by his eyes, you give a small wave and smile before you turn back to Mr. Garrison.

During recess Kyle introduced you to most if not all of the class at the playground. “So just stop me if I get this wrong okay?” Kyle had introduced everyone by name briefly and had everyone all stand in a line. From what Kyle said they did this every time they got a new student, the great name test was always fun for some reason. “Stan, Tolken, Kenny, Butters, Jimmy, Clyde, Scott, Tweek, Craig, Pip and fat ass.” Kyle laughed and applauded along with everyone except Craig who opted to flip you off instead, because you were actually the first one to get everyone’s names right on the first try “Bitch my name isn’t fat ass it’s Cartman” You rolled your eyes at Cartman “Well fat ass my name isn’t Bitch.” Both of you just glared at each other and you crossed your arms. Then bell rang signaling that recess was, in fact, over.

[mccormickwife]

i remember | kenny mccormick

what happens when kenny finds out there's someone that remembers every time he dies. angst + fluff. tw death stuff, funeral stuff, time loop? stuff

lol i dont rlly like this but its still cute, might do a rewrite someday

masterlist

the day felt heavy when you woke up. hell, what are you talking about, everyday felt heavy. everyday or at least every few days you're forced to watch your classmate, kenneth mccormick, die.

you're not sure if he remember that it happens, but no one else does. not your family, friends, classmates, not even kenny’s friends. it's always very abruptly and horrific and you've seen every single one, and then the day starts over like it was nothing.

today was weird though, the passage of time moved a little differently than usual. the clock hadn't started over yet, or not that you could notice, because today was kenny’s funeral. you known him forever, going elementary, middle and now high school. you've grown to have a crush the blonde senior, because maybe you were special, you remembered.

all of that has come to waste now, as you drove the graveyard where the funeral was being held for a burial. kenny’s family was poor so there wasn't much going on. everyone cried, and you just couldn't understand why it hadn't reset yet.

stan gave a heartwarming speech about kenny, even sharing some memories between him, kenny, kyle and eric.

you were sobbing silently, little hiccups being heard every now and again becoming a choir with kenny’s neighborhood grieving for his life.

you left the funeral early, you couldn't take this anymore. you went home and paced around your room, wondering outloud to yourself.

“kenny, where are you? please come back, make it all right again.” you felt extremely attached to this boy with whom you've shared too few memories with. a few more tears left your eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a little dumb. you're crying and there's not a single person alive right now who can understand you.

unbeknownst to you, kenny was listening, he could hear you, and he could fight. he still wasn't sure if it was worth it, he watched you and a few other mourn him and watched in wonder as you continued to try and talk to him.

“kenny!” you stomped your foot and stared your ceiling in frustration, you weren't sure if he could hear you, half of you hoped he felt peace and moved on and wouldn't feel any pain anymore.

“oh, when,” you sighed again, sadder this time, “if you come back down i’m gonna wring you by your cute little neck.” another sigh escaped you and you sat on the floor leaned against your bed.

more to yourself, you whispered, “and then I'm gonna kiss you.”

you kinda gave up on the rest of the day and just slept, you felt so exhausted, so overstimulated.

a month went by like that, barely living, just going to school, come home sleep and repeat. after a few days everyone just went on as normal, like someone in your community didn't just die. you spoke to kenny on and off through the week, just little things you were hoping would make him come back if that was even an option.

✧ ₊˚ʚ

it wasn't until almost half a year later, and no sign of him. you were about to give up when one random saturday, you woke up to someone knocking excitedly at you front door at like 7 in the morning.

you opened the door, rubbing an eye, annoyed that someone would wake you up. when you looked at the visitor, you had to blink a few times to make sure you were seeing clearly. but who stood in front of you but your orange parka clad friend.

“oh! you did it! you came back!” you couldn't even help the excitement that flowed through you. you jumped around and pulled kenny in for a tight hug. without thinking you pressed your lips against his, and he held you tightly against him, deepening the kiss.

he smiled and let you go, and you almost giggled you felt so dizzy with happiness. you pulled in your house and up the stairs to your bedroom, hopefully quiet enough not to wake your parents.

you sat down on the bed and invited him to the same. he did, and he shedded the orange parka, you're not sure you've ever seen him without it. he sported a wife beater underneat it which showed off his toned arms. with that, you could also see the scars that littered his torso.

as silence unexpectedly falls over you, kenny lets his eyes roam around your room.

“so we gonna kiss some more? and what about wringing my neck?” a playful smirk played on his lips, and it took everything in you not to smack him.

“i’ve heard rumors, but I didn't think you were this bad,” you joked back, scrunching up your nose as you did so.

“down bad for you, baby,” he grinned cheesily as he leaned down, watching as you rumble around in your closet obviously looking for something.

something different happened when kenny died this time. he spent a full week, deciding between going and staying, that kind of decision changes a man. and everyday you'd come home from school, and give him little updates, ask him to come home, threaten him. it made the boy grow fonder of you.

you're a fighter, you're sweet, you remember. he didn't even think that was an option, someone he could share this with. someone who could full understand what he was dealing with. he zoned out thinking about all of this. when you interrupted with a sudden, “aha!”

you pulled a few board games out of your closet, bringing them over you sat them on the bed. you were so tired when you woke up, and now you couldn't be fuller of energy. and you knew that everyone would be going on as normal, not a soul remembering but the two of you.

“what is that?” kenny laughed, as he wiped age old dust off the board games that probably hadn't been touched in almost a decade.

“it’s sorry! i thought maybe you might wanna just be us for a little, no drugs or alcohol, or worrying. just us and some fun,” you piped up. you wanted to give him a little bit of carefree fun, with all the trauma this poor boy has.

he just smiled at you, not really having much more to say. you looked to be in deep thought again and he just let his eyes fall over you, admiring the girl that helped him come back.

“oh my god! you're probably starving, I'm so sorry! I can't imagine dying doesn't take anything out of you, oh, are you tired? you can nap here if you need!” motherly instincts were flowing out of you, as time went on. you didn't even give kenny the chance to say anything, immediately running downstairs to make him some breakfast.

as you found yourself grilling bacon, your eyebrows furrowed. why were you taking care of him so much? what did he do to deserve this? you loved him already.

you made your way back upstairs with his food, some water and juice too.

he almost split his sides when you came back in with a little breakfast tray and everything. part of it was a trauma response of sorts, because no one has ever cared enough about him to do anything close to this.

when you walked through the door, to see him casually in your bed had you squealing in your head. this was your man, now, no ands, ifs or butts about it.

“came back from the dead, to just to have the universe give me a little wifey,” he chuckled as he joked but the smile he gave you was completely genuine.

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

Non us citizens and foreigners lives should matter.

[perfectlywingedcrusade]

Season 4 Hunter😏 (WIP)

[troythecatfish]

[soon-palestine]

An Olympics ban for peace

Support the ban on Israel's flag at the Olympics for as long as attacks continue

[pyaasa]

Omg. Just Stop Oil just broke into the private airfield where Taylor Swift’s private jet was parked and spray painted it orange

[pyaasa]

https://juststopoil.org/2024/06/20/ive-got-a-fossil-fuel-non-proliferation-treaty-baby-and-ill-write-your-name-just-stop-oil-paint-private-jets-hours-after-taylor-swifts-lands/

[faektworks]

Just here to say that I'm not seeing enough people talking about the fact that Just Stop Oil is literally funded by the Getty family, specially Aileen Getty, the oil baroness. That's probably a good reason why a lot of their tactics in the news lately have seemed strange.

[collegiatitanica]

IT IS NOT A PSYOP

Just Stop Oil: Is the UK-based climate movement in the pocket of oil billionaires (on jpost)

Aileen Getty is one of several heirs to the $5.4 billion Getty fortune, which the family acquired through their oil company, founded in 1942. While the company no longer exists today, having been sold in the early 2000s, the money certainly still does, and so people have started questioning if, in reality, Aileen Getty still has active links to the oil industry.

However, unless Getty is investing in oil ventures so secretive that there are no records of them available to the public, the opposite appears to be true. In 2012, she founded the Aileen Getty Foundation, which, according to the foundation's objectives, "supports a wide range of local and global organizations and initiatives that enhance the environment, our communities and the lives of individuals through innovation, preservation, connection and kindness."

Based on this, it would appear that the heiress to an oil fortune has been using her money to combat the very business in which her family found its fortune.

In 2019, Getty provided the foundational grant to establish CEF and has pledged over half a million dollars to their cause, citing her belief that civil disruption is the only way to make a change on the climate emergency front.

Here’s some actual journalism there about Getty’s involvement with the oil industry.

And from a NY Times article These Groups Want Disruptive Climate Protests. Oil Heirs Are Funding Them.

Sharing these goals with the Climate Emergency Fund is the Equation Campaign. Founded in 2020, it provides financial support and legal defense to people living near pipelines and refineries who are trying to stop fossil fuel expansion, through methods including civil disobedience.

Strikingly, both organizations are backed by oil-fortune families whose descendants feel a responsibility to reverse the harms done by fossil fuels. Aileen Getty, whose grandfather created Getty Oil, helped found the Climate Emergency Fund and has given it $1 million so far.  

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The Equation Campaign started in 2020 with a $30 million pledge, to be distributed over 10 years, from two members of the Rockefeller family, Rebecca Rockefeller Lambert and Peter Gill Case. John D. Rockefeller founded Standard Oil in 1870 and became the country’s first billionaire.

“It’s time to put the genie back in the bottle,” Mr. Case wrote in an email. “I feel a moral obligation to do my part. Wouldn’t you?”  

The statement in the Guardian in 2021:

Fossil fuels made our families rich. Now we want this industry to end by Aileen Getty and Rebecca Rockefeller Lambert

and in comparison the Fox News talking point you’re all regurgitating:

Big Oil heiress funding ‘Just Stop Oil’ group that threw soup on Van Gogh painting

So in summary:

Getty Oil no longer exists, and hasn’t done for 20 odd years.

Aileen Getty had no involvement with the company when was operating, her wealth is inherited.

The Greepoint oil spill took place in 1978.

At this time Aileen Getty was 21, dropping out of university, becoming an anti-war protestor and artist.

She was an AIDS activist in the 80s, and has been an environmental activist for many, many years as well.

There are no public records of her currently, or ever, being involved in the oil industry at all.

Her foundation donates to many environmental causes, including Sea Shepherd, who are the farthest thing from phony.

They also funded the scientists who chained themselves to government buildings not long ago.

Fox News is running many articles about how they are funded by Big Oil, discrediting one of the largest environmentalist action groups out there.

The attack on the art gallery is because they accepted sponsorship from oil companies, which they say is hypocritical as preserving art is pointless when society is due to be destroyed.

This is the same rationale behind the attack on Stonehenge

So maybe you should think about what propaganda you are not immune to.

Just because you don’t like how a particular protest is performed doesn’t make it a psyop for fucks sake.

[soon-palestine]

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Emergency: Help Belal family to evacuate from Gaza

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[malcriada]

this is a verified fundraiser. please see @/el-shab-hussein‘s masterpost of vetted fundraisers. Alaa and Bilal are on the priority fundraising list there. I am also in contact with Alaa and can attest that this is real.

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