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[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

( SMS — UNKNOWN ) — Someone’s watching me at work.

[hisrepentance]

@fcundwings wanted a text starter

[text] I’m eating pizza in the bathtub

[sxperflxity]

          // @fcundwings​ sent in: ▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset /forever on the wrong blog but tessa & esai :)) from this meme.

          Walking back into town, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, Esai Alvarez blew out a breath, not sure what to do now that he was here. He was back from the dead - back, and hoping that he would be able to find his sister sooner rather than later. He had sent her letter after letter, day after day, month after month. He hadn’t ever received a response, and while there was a part of him that didn’t quite understand why, being home made Esai confident in getting some answers.

And walking into the town now, being back home - it all felt too weird without Tessa by his side. Incredibly weird, admittedly. With a frown, Esai found himself heading towards the cemetery, feeling like there was a reason he needed to be there. The walk was slow, Esai hesitant before eventually, he came across a figure that was a l l too familiar too him. His sister, kneeling in front of a grave. Esai had a feeling he knew what grave it was, but he didn’t want to confirm it. Taking a few steps forward, thankful that his little sister’s back was to him, Esai took a deep breath at seeing his name on the grave, kneeling down next to her and taking the risk of placing his hand on her back.

He feels her tense, and before anything can happen to him, he clears his throat. “I’m surprised I have a grave. I guess, it would’ve been important, to keep up the charade, right? Would’ve been nice to get something back from you though, Tess,” he whispers, biting the inside of his cheek as he waits.

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@fcundwings​ said:

“ you’re my favorite parasite. no… ringworm’s my favorite parasite. you’re my second favorite parasite.” TIG AND RATBOY PLEASE PLEASE THANK U ILY

why was he like this?  of all the members of the mc, tig trager was the most insane.  he loved the guy, but christ some of the shit he said...  ❝ just...  why?  you open your mouth and all i can ask is why?  what prompts you to say the things you do man? ❞

[storiesforged-a]

@fcundwings​ liked for a starter for coco !

     “  you  don’t  have  to  give  me  DETAILS.  ”

[careol-arc]

@fcundwings​

the news had reached gemma’s house half an hour ago.  carol was still in shock of course, not knowing how to process the information.  donna, opie’s wife, gunned down on the main road.  carol had excused herself back to her own home, because she knew this would hit the boys hard just as it hit the wives hard.  not that carol was a wife, but she was something.

minutes ticked by before she finally heard the sound of a bike pull up.  looking out the front window, she saw tig walking up to the porch.  the moment the door clicked behind him she went to him, securely wrapping her arms around his waist.  ❝ god, i can’t believe it...  tell me it was somebody else and they made a mistake...  please... ❞

[gatekeepcr]

notes on gemma’s  zombie apocalypse verse:

the day it happened , the day the dead began to rise , gemma was in oregon visiting her father. she’d gone with only a prospect at her side for protection. things with the club were good , few tensions or rivalries. there was no reason for concern. she had packed enough to stay for a week. she didn’t like being away from her family for long. the first cases broke out overseas on the fifth day of her visit. gemma didn’t give it much thought , thinking it was just another freak virus that would pass given enough time. her concern was mainly upon her family.

by the sixth day , the distance began to get to her. she told the prospect they’d leave the next morning. sometime in the night , things erupted in the united states , first on the coasts and then spread inward. california was hit hard. unable to contact anyone from the club , gemma and the prospect made the decision to leave early and try to get back to charming. they ignored the flashing warnings on the television that told them to stay home.  

they’d traveled only ten miles when they were met with traffic jams on the interstate , cars left abandoned , people running in the streets. the prospect got out of the car , trying to ascertain the damage. he was attacked suddenly from behind by a growling , snarling creature. it looked like a human , or as though it had once been a human. gemma slid into the driver’s seat , pulling the door closed and turning the car around. 

she got back to her father’s home and holed up with him for several days , hiding from the world outside. unfortunately , his caretaker had disappeared on a supply run and they could only assume the worst. nate’s worsening dementia made him an easy target. he wandered outside unarmed , muttering to himself about how he needed to get the mail and tend to the garden.  the screams woke gemma from a dead sleep and she watched in horror as a group of the dead descended upon her father. she kicked the door closed and buried her face in her hands. 

gemma knew she couldn’t survive on her own so she gathered supplies and began a trek back to charming , hoping that someone was still alive. that jackson and her grandchildren were safe there. if she couldn’t be with them , she might as well be dead. unable to take the main roads and with few supplies , she had little to her name. she was armed with a knife that she stuck in her boot and a pistol tucked in her waistband. with her family as the number one goal , she went to extremes to get back to them. she tricked drivers on the road only to slit their throat and take their car as far as she could before continuing on foot , ruthlessly murdering those who stood in her way , taking what was theirs and going on her way. 

it was a long journey , several weeks of sleeping in abandoned buildings and breaking into truck stops , but eventually she arrives back in charming and finds many loved ones gone. she hides herself with those who remained , creating a strong network of survivors who shot first and didn’t ask questions.

[romxnaarchived]

@fcundwings​ said: five times kissed /nestor pls

one. 

the moment he rejected her advances, she knew deep down what she had to do. not only did nestor not want her, but neither did miguel ; the man she was supposed to be in love with. one was worried about a mistress, while the other worried about hurting a friend, leaving her to face her hurt alone. it was why she decided to run away, leaving in the dead of the night, hoping nobody would find her. but he did. nestor would always find her. 

his figure at the door hurt, because truthfully, she didn’t want to see him ; not if he was there to drag her back. but that wasn’t the case & before she knew it, his lips were on hers. she felt her body melt against him, emotions swirling in her head. was this out of pity? was this to break her heart one final time? no. it was the start of something beautiful & she never once looked back. 

two.

it was a quiet night between them, where interruptions wouldn’t happen, considering she had taken the liberty of turning off their phones. whatever happened would still be waiting for them in the morning. she had cooked his favorite dinner, even lighting candles to sit on the table by them, wanting the night to be special. as much as she loved being able to clear out an entire restaurant for themselves, she wanted the night to be as private as possible. that way if something went wrong, strangers wouldn’t be there to witness it. 

she had blurted out ‘i love you’ in the middle of their dinner, eyes immediately going wide as she stared at him. her heart was beating so quickly in her chest, that she believed it’d burst. he easily could have walked out of her life that night & as he stood from his seat, she truly believe that’d be the case. but once more, his lips were soft against hers, soothing down her worries. 

three.

the next step in their relationship was finally taken & he had moved in with her. she had to admit that she always assumed he’d never leave miguel, considering he’s so faithful to the man, but she was happy he wanted to be with her. she spent days cleaning her home, making room for his arrival, ensuring all his stuff could be settled in. while she loved her home, it certainly wasn’t anything like the galindo mansion. it was modest, with more than enough room for them both, but she knew what he was accustomed to. she knew the shocked he’d experience upon living in the small house. she had been through it herself. 

after spending the entire day moving in his belongings & unpacking them, they were finally free to revel in the moment. it was official ; they were actually living together. now it was her turn to seize the moment & kiss him. her lips were on his, lingering for a moment, before her forehead was against his. the happiest of smiles was spread across her lips as she whispered the tiniest ❝ welcome home. ❞

four.

romana had her suspicions of pregnancy ever since she was late, but to avoid worrying him, she kept it a secret for as long as she could. he needed to be at the top of his focus when at work & stressing over something that could not even be true certainly wouldn’t help. however, once he left her alone in their home, she pulled from her hidden stash of tests. the sink was covered in little plastic sticks, each one of them revealing the two pink lines. pregnant. it was everything she could ever dream of. 

as soon as the key turned in the lock, she was rushing towards the door, throwing her arms around him once it was open. the tears slid down her cheeks as she clung to him, holding the sticks in her hand. she had been waiting for this moment all day. ❝ nestor, ❞ she whispered, voice barely able to hold her emotions. ❝ we’re having a baby. ❞ her arms were taken from around him, sticks held out in front of her. ❝ we’re having a fucking baby! ❞ she began bouncing where she stood, excitement flowing through her. she wasn’t even sure if he had a chance to speak before her lips found his, pouring her love into the lock. 

five.

their little bundle was in her arms, little eyes squeezed shut as she cried. labor was the most exhausting thing she had ever experienced, but it was so worth it. their daughter had been safely delivered after what seemed like an eternity. nurses said it had been 36 hours & truthfully, romana didn’t know how she made it. she begged for an epidural, crying when she was finally given the medication, feeling like she was taking the easy way out. but it hurt so fucking much. 

she snuggled the infant close, head finally turning to look at her husband. tears slid down her cheeks, but there was so much love in her expression, showing how content she truly was. ❝ we did it, ❞ she whispered. their daughter was born & they were both finally parents. they were starting a new chapter in their lives together & she couldn’t be happier. the words ‘i love you’ were barely audible as she gently tugged him down, pressing their lips together. she didn’t think it was possible to be anymore in love with either of them.