massive truck

Mad Max Fury Road is the best because it screams in your face “HEY LOOK HERE’S A V8 INTERCEPTOR AND A MASSIVE FUCKING TRUCK COVERED IN SKULLS AND A GUITAR FLAMETHROWER AND BIG ACTION SEQUENCES AND EXPLOSIONS, ISN’T THAT COOL??????” and then it gently takes your shoulder and whispers in your ear “but you know what’s cooler? respecting women & dismantling the patriarchy”

anonymous asked:

what if peridot becomes too small and someone steps on her

You leave my lovely little green bean alone. She is beautiful and powerful and she can do anything she sets her mind to.

Block B as the Mafia + How He Met You

|||Anon asked: After reading your Monsta X mafia reaction and the other ones, I was wondering if you could do one for Block B too|||


Zico/Woo Jiho

Originally posted by mayfifolle

  • There are many gangs in Seoul but his is definitely the worst
  • Literally 5 minutes before chaos
  • When he was little he thought about taking over the city and now he’s one of the most badass leaders out there
  • Successfully robbed a bank once, so now he does it every month, just to see if he can get caught
  • No mercy for anyone who interferes with his work

You were working at the bank when they raided it. As stubborn as you were you always got into dangerous situations. You were asked to get the money but refused to comply.

“What the fuck did you just say? Bring her here.” he told his men.

“Can you repeat that honey?” he asked taking hold of your chin.

“I said go get them yourself you fuck!” and you tried to spit him in the face but he avoided it at the last second.

“Woah! Feisty! Get her in the truck.”


Lee Taeil

Originally posted by fuck-photo-s-blog

  • Definitely not the one you should mess with.
  • His appearance may seem innocent but he’s far from that.
  • Enjoys torturing people not only for info but also for fun because on who else can you test the new weapons.
  • Has a massive truck and will run you over if you get in his way.
  • Gets a tattoo for every big, difficult but successful mission.

You didn’t know about his work because even though you two knew each other from childhood, he has become distant lately. One night he came knocking on your door all beaten up.

“Taeil! What the hell?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you. I’m in the mafia.” he laughed.

“What? How can you joke in this condition?”

“Can you help me out here. I will tell you everything later.” he said slumping down on the sofa.


B Bomb/Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by my-galaxy-supernova

  • This one is sneaky. Really sneaky.
  • Can steal so much in a small amount of time that nobody even notices he was there.
  • Likes to play mahjong with Pyo and Ukwon. But they don’t.
  • He always cheats and it’s impossible to catch him doing that.
  • As he wins most of the time, he has been banned from a lot of casinos,, that doesn’t stop him from going to them though.
  • Loves those tiny bb bombs

He was just kicked out from the casino when he saw you standing beside the building, smoking. He came up to you and took the cigarette out of your mouth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be smoking.” he said putting it out.

“That’s none your bussiness.”

But he ignored you and took you by the arm.

“Say, if you get me inside the casino, I could make this evening way more interesting for both of us.”


Ahn Jaehyo

Originally posted by jaehyohoe

  • Seems to be a pro at making any kind of black market deals.
  • But he’s actually not, he’s just really lucky.
  • Is pretty much lost all the time and without meaning any harm gets in a lot of trouble.
  • But also that way he made a lot of new strong allies.
  • Travels a lot around the country because of his work.

You have been making deals with him for as long as you can remember, so it didn’t bother you anymore when he called you to get him out of trouble.

“Jaehyo! What happened this time?” you asked, picking him up as he was barely able to stand.

“Wrong time, wrong place.” he smirked.

“As always. Come. I will patch you up.”


U-Kwon/Kim Yukwon

Originally posted by hikaricassio

  • Loves guns and the smell after you shoot somebody.
  • Likes to hunt his enemies, making them scared and begging for their life.
  • Even though he’s a very skilled assassin, he only takes those offers that can be of value to him as well.
  • As opposing to others, he doesn’t mind working in the daylight and can even kill somebody in a centre of a busy street.
  • Slaps Minhyuk in the face whenever he loses against him.

You worked as a guard for his target. He thought it will be easy to deal with you but you were expecting him and slammed him down on the ground.

“Okay, so I guess I will have to get serious.” he told breaking free from your grasp and pointing his gun at your head.

“Now be a good girl and tell me where my target is.”


P.O/Pyo Jihoon

Originally posted by unniesgirl

  • How did even this ball of sunshine get in the mafia I have no idea.
  • Can seem intimidating but he actually prefers talking to violence.
  • Grew up in the mafia business but ran away from his father gang because he was too strict.
  • Is very quick in knocking his opponents unconscious.
  • Then apologises to their seemingly lifeless bodies.

You were following his father’s orders to keep an eye on him. You were aware that he noticed you a couple of days ago but decided not to act on it when you felt his hand on your neck.

“Stay still. It’s more than easy for me to break it now.” he told you and you complied.

“My father doesn’t send just anyone, so you must be important. You will have to come with me.”


Park Kyung

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

  • The second most important person in the gang and Jiho’s right hand
  • He may seem all nice and stuff but he’s actually been plotting to overtake Jiho’s position as the leader
  • Makes it easy for others to trust him but in reality he’s a great liar and can betray you for his own gain
  • He’s the one who finds new, secluded hideouts for the gang
  • He’s also the one who makes the plans for all the missions

He met you at a fancy party for big shots. He has been watching you all evening, so you finally decided to approach him.

“If you have something to say then do it.”

“Oh no, I was just thinking that a party like this doesn’t suit you.” he smirked.

“Is that so?”

“Here.” he said extending his hand. “Come with me. I will show you something much more interesting.”


A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions  etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😉

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan x Reader*

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter One: Everybody Dies


Chapter Two: Not Everyone Is Gonna Wanna Save Ya!

You were silent and nervous at the new place with Negan and his men. The night you arrived people looked at you oddly, even more so due to the fact you clung to Negan like glue. The only person you really trusted, trust was a stretch, he was safe. The morning after, he passed you off to a woman named, Mary. You didn’t see him for a few days after that.

Mary, whilst she was nice wasn’t safe. It was also boring, Negan’s policy of living was different to the one you had come from; you pull your weight, you are rewarded or something to that extent. Being the youngest out of everyone wasn’t fun, Negan allowed you time to adjust, meaning you had nothing to do but wait till Mary got back to her room.

You prided yourself on being adventurous. You used to somehow always manage to leave your mother’s overbearing side, a door which unlocked, wasn’t going to stop you from looking around. Negan’s community was in some kind of warehouse, huge and industrial, it housed many people; more than your last community. You didn’t see any harm in looking around, seeing exactly what this place was like. Stretching on your tippy-toes you opened the door, peeking out and then walking out into the cold corridor, shutting it with a little click before carrying on your adventure.

Throughout your little adventure, you had to hide, not to be seen or spotted by one of Negan’s men, you didn’t exactly know if you were allowed to just walk around and you didn’t exactly want to find out the answer to that question.

You came to door, the window looking out was shining sunlight, you smiled and pushed it open. The rays of golden light hitting your face instantly, warming you up a little. You walked out and see a line-up of motorcycles, various colours and styles, you also spotted two men with their backs to you. Leather jackets, jeans and talking loudly amongst themselves, you swiftly turned and walked around the corner of the building.

You noticed a tall, caged fencing, with a frown you stepped closer and through the panels of woods that reinforced the fencing you could see movement. You recognised that sound, the sound of growling and frustrated grunts, yet you still looked. It was some kind of obstacle course, various junk was scattered and those people admitted throughout.

Then from the right, suddenly, a man began to violently shake the fencing for attention. His clothes were just sweats, grey with a large ‘H’ spray painted on in yellow. He had this terrified look in his eyes, they were locked on you and he was panting heavily, sweating under the sunlight.

“Little girl,” he rattled the fence. “You gotta help me,” he persisted, “Open the gate, please?”

Stepping back, it made him rattle the fence in frustration. “Why are you in there?”

“Because I tried to leave,” he tells you, “they found me and brought me back here, please. Just open the gate, I gotta get outta here,” he begged and you nodded once but before you can walk a hand is placed on your shoulder.

It’s large and warm, judging by the man’s wide, shocked eyes you know who it is. You look up as Negan is giving a hearty smile to the man behind the fence, you recognise two of the men from a few nights ago beside Negan.

“Well, hello to you too, Bill,” Negan calls out, “I see you met our newest resident, Y/N, I hope you weren’t trying to make her open that gate. Get her in trouble, get her thrown in there with you, I’d hate for another life be on your hands.”

Negan was clean shaven, leather jacket zipped up and the same baseball bat in his left hand, he had a menacing grin plastered on his face. The other guy, behind the fencing, named Bill was clinging to the metal; shaking under Negan’s stare. You could hear the slight rattling of the fence under the white-knuckled tightness of Bill’s hands, you frowned at his terrified eyes, did he actually deserve to be in there?

“Mike, take Bill to his… room, I’ve got to have words with this little sweetie.” Negan grabbed your hand with his right, pulling you a little forcefully away from the caged area and around the building. A few men littered, watching guard and a few working on the massive trucks. “Where’s Mary?” It was a simple question, yet, you didn’t know the answer.

You lightly shrugged, still holding his hand. “I don’t know,” your voice was small and delicate amongst the loud noises around you. “I didn’t intend to get caught, you know,” he let out a loud chuckle at that.

“A little smart ass,” he commented before he stopped walking. “I didn’t put you in Mary’s care for you to wander off and talk to our castaways,” you look over your shoulder, trying to still see where Bill was kept and Negan chuckled. “We survive. We provide security to others. We bring civilisation back to this world. We are the Saviors.” He gestured around, the men all nodding, “And people who don’t abide by the rules, get punished, Bill, didn’t tell you that he ransacked our medicine, and killed three men in the process of him ‘leaving’. Fair punishment, fitting for his crime.”

You were silent for a minute. “Am I going to go in there?”

“No. Unless you break the rules,” he looks down at you. “I get it. You’re adventurous, curious about this place. It’s okay, I just don’t want you running around alone, not a lot of the men here are very forgiving if you get in their way.” You gave a little nod, “you’ll get used to living around here soon enough,” Negan name is then called, “I’ll have someone take you back to Mary’s room. No more wondering without supervision, got it?” You nodded and he did back before walking around you.

Two Days Later

“He has bigger things to worry about than a little girl,” Mary tells you walking through the Sanctuary’s corridors. “He’s busy still proving to everyone around here he’s leader, it’s a climb to get everyone to completely trust you, he has to be seen as alpha around here. He can’t do that with a little girl clawing at his leg, can he?”

Mary was a small, agile women. Blonde hair and kind eyes, it was easy to see why Negan trusted you with her, he passed you off to motherly figure. There probably wasn’t many around and she seemed to be the only one, so far, that wasn’t cold and horrible towards you.

“He’s trying to lead all these people?” You asked walking into the workhouse, she chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, he has his second in command, Simon.” You remembered Simon, he hadn’t been around much. “Negan has outposts for miles around, a lot of the soldiers are at those with communities of their own. I was at one before this, I was brought here to look after you,” she nudged and you smiled a little.

There were tables all lined up, piles of either food or clothing on them. Mary had explained the point system to you, this was the first time you had seen it played out. It reminded you of the Flea Markets your mother used to take you to before all of this. There was a man dealing with medicine, another women with food and other necessities a human may need.

“Did you used to get allowances?” Mary asked you nodded lightly. “Well, this is that. You earn points and you spend those points on stuff here, it’s pretty simple and easy to follow, you have few that still try to get around the system. It’s our way of life, now yours!”

You followed Mary around as she got food, a few little things that she needed, she was nice enough to get a chocolate bar for you.

“Don’t wonder off, stay where I can see you, kay?” You nodded and walked around the large warehouse room.

The bustling of people, lining up for what they wanted or needed. You slowly strolled around, eating the chocolate, getting bumped into and pushed around because of how small you are. You peeked over a table, smiling at the man sitting behind it, clothes piled on the surface.

“You must be the new resident,” he amused. His ageing face was either due to the torment of today’s problems or just him ageing. “Must be a big change,” he sighed.

You nodded, “It was a lot smaller and I lived in a house,” he nodded, “and everyone shared what was found, you didn’t have to work or earn, it was given.” He perked up at that, “Maybe that’s why it failed?”

“Nonsense,” He smiled. “That sounds like our new worlds, a new paradise,” you chuckled lightly, “Who knows, maybe, one day that will happen here. I’m Martyn.” He sighed but stands up, you frown and turn seeing two of Negan’s men walking over, shoulders tense.

“Leftie,” The bald one called, “Wade needs new jeans, whatcha got?” Not even glancing down at you as he comes around the table, lightly knocking into you.

The man, Martyn, sighed. “Again? That’s his third pair this month,” causing the man beside you to chuckle at that. Martyn shifted through the clothes he had laid out, “in your own time, leftie.” It was only when he struggled to go through the clothes you noticed one arm, the other sleeve was pinned to keep out of the way.

“He’s going as fast as he can,” you speak up with a little frown, Martyn shakes his head at you but you ignore it. Both men look at another with raised eyebrows, “His name is Martyn, not Leftie!”

The shorter one of the two, light red hair, almost blonde knelt down. “Listen, little girl, let the adults take care of this.” He smiled, “Just cause Negan brought you here doesn’t mean you can mouth off, you don’t get no privileges.”

Mary came running up, closing her hands around your shoulder and giving apologetic smiles to both of Negan’s soldiers. “I am so sorry, I told her not to go wandering off,” you looked up at her as she glared down at you but shakes her head.

“Mary, I don’t want to have to tell, Negan, that you can’t handle the child,” He stands up and she nods once. “Teach her some manners, when to keep her little mouth shut, we then won’t have a problem.”

“Y/N,” you tell him and he frowns, “My name is Y/N, you give basic respect, you receive basic respect; what my dad used to say.” Mary chuckles and tucks you under her arm, a little behind her as the man glares at you.

Martyn butts in with handing the jeans, muttering apologies for taking so long. You were glaring at the two men who took the jeans, giving Martyn a few words before turning to Mary, looking her over once. Their scowls made your skin crawl.

“Well, little girl, you’re here because your daddy is dead. Got it? So, whatever that useless fuck taught you are now forgotten. You respect people higher than you, that’s about everyone in this goddamn place, ya hear?” You looked to the floor, the harshness of his words tugging at your heart. Mary gave a disapproving glare to the men.

“She’s a child,” Her voice laced with motherly venom, you had heard your mother talk with the same harshness a few times before.

“No, she ain’t. In this new world, children either get killed or get you killed, don’t let it be the latter Mary, I’d hate to see you killed.” Both men nodded at Martyn, glaring at your silently crying form before leaving.

Mary took you back to her room, wherein she over a few rules to you. Mostly, not talking ANY of Negan’s men unless, completely, necessary. Negan had already said that his men aren’t entirely sympathetic, you just didn’t really think of it till now. She also told you not to go walking around on your own, even Negan said that, but you needed to talk to him.

Mary had given you a brief tour, not that you remembered where everything was, but you had the general direction to Negan’s living quarters. You heard a few female voices, you peeked from behind the wall and see three women talking before walking through a door, you frowned and snuck up behind them.

Pushing the door open silently, it was a big room and it had just those women inside. A bar was settled in the back, lavish chairs and it seemed music was playing, you hadn’t heard actual music in a while.

“Y/N?” A loud voice called your name, it caused the three women to look at you, you gave a shy smile before looking to see Negan walking towards you. “I specifically told you to not wander around alone!”

He stops a little short in front of you, crossing his arms in question. “I wanted to speak with you, I didn’t know how to find you without wandering.”

Instead of answering, he leans forward and pulls the door shut and taking your right hand, again, leading you down the corridor away from the room. He came to a door where he opened it, it was a bedroom, you skipped inside and he chuckled slightly as you sat in one of the armchairs he had settled by the window.

He followed sitting in the opposite one, raising an eyebrow as you looked, incredibly tiny against the overly large chair. “What did you need to talk to me about that couldn’t wait for you to get Mary to bring you to me? Is it about Mary? What’s she like? I’ve known her since the beginning, I figured she’d be good for you. She had two sons; you settling in a’right?”

“Fine, Mary is great, better than most of the people here.” He raised his eyebrows at that, “your men are rude. They treat anyone who is ‘below’ them poorly,” you expected some kind of response but Negan chuckled. You often got that type of response from adults when trying to be serious, often calling you ‘ferocious like a kitten!”

Negan stopped chuckling, “Listen, kid. I get it, you came from a little community that worked like equals, honestly, I wish it could be that way here. But you got to establish that the men who go out and risk their lives for them, for me, even for you now, well yeah; they deserve a new level of respect. The soldiers, my soldiers, are excluded from the point system because they deserve that privilege.”

“But they’re mean for the sake of it,” you frowned a little and Negan sighed.

“I can’t help it if people are sensitive to that,” he shrugs and that made you frown more, “You gotta develop a thicker skin to survive. You gotta work for what you want, work hard in order to get what you need, I can’t always have your back. Mary isn’t gonna always be lookin’ out for you, I’m not either, you can’t just come to me because someone isn’t treating you like a child; you aren’t one, not anymore.”

You remained silent letting his words sink in. You hated to admit it but he seemed right, you couldn’t rely on him nor Mary, plus maybe you were too sensitive. Martyn was a man, you didn’t know and you stuck up for him, he probably doesn’t care about being called ‘Leftie’. You gave a small nod, Negan nodded.

**

After your talk with Negan, you remained quiet when around Negan’s men. You didn’t want to say anything to upset them, yet it seemed you had created a feud, the two soldiers from days ago had a grudge against you. On purposefully knocking into you, telling the workers to only deal with your points when Mary was with you; only Mary was out scavenging with a small group.

It was a problem, a real one. Yet, Negan’s words echoed in your head; you can’t act like a child and go running to him when in need, you had to handle this yourself. So, that’s what you decided to do, it wasn’t going so well.

“Mary is out, I need this now,” You try to sound stern but it comes out more of a plea, the women working the food table, the broth bubbling in the pan gives a sympathetic smile. The soldier, Smith, known by his last name because there are four other John’s was standing with his arm crossed. The shorter one from when you first met Martyn. “I have all the points together, I’ve been helping with laundry, what’s the big deal?” You asked.

“You’re a child, we can’t just give you things because you may or may not have earned it, your guardian has to do that for you.”

“You can’t have it both ways,” he frowns at you, “I’m either a child or not, you can’t tell me one week to learn to be an adult and then today say I can’t buy soup because I am not an adult, so what am I?” Your little rant caused the attention of everyone to turn, you didn’t realise your usually small voice was now a yell.

Smith didn’t like that, he stepped towards you with a new fire in his eyes, the mocking smile he had was now gone and replaced with a sneer. “Listen, you no good cow, you should have died the day Negan brought you here. In fact, he should have left you, but he showed all of us his soft side. No wonder he has to work harder to prove himself, he let a stupid bitch like you live,” you backed up a step, knocking into a table as he continued to stalk to you. “Yeah, nothing to say now, no one to stupidly look out for you too. Look around you, not everyone is gonna wanna save ya, not everyone is as stupid as Negan was on that day.”

“Or compassionate,” you say before you can think. “That’s what makes him good, better than you-”

Before you can finish a force so harsh knocks you off your feet. A deep pain is stinging your cheek, your whole face really, but mostly a burning sensation is stricken on your left side. Tears welling up in your eyes, you look up at Smith who is leering over your body as everyone around is too stunned to move.

“You really, really, shouldn’t have done that Smith.”

(So, long chapter, I know. Hopefully, everyone likes this. Totally am not hinting Mary is Mary Winchester, I kinda am, it’s funny too. Love me. Let me know what you think, that helps me lot. - Rosalee)


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Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

Summary: Negan is flabbergasted that his lady friend  never learned how to drive before the world ended. He takes it upon himself to teach her how, and rewards his “student” with some vehicular naughtiness. 

This is a smutty Negan x Rebecca (#Nebecca) drabble I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​‘s Negan Writing Challenge for the Driving Instructor prompt. It takes place after Embracing the Apocalypse (But you totally don’t have to have read that at all to enjoy this. Promise!)

Word Count: 3,255

Content Warnings (or selling points?): Negan being Negan, language, smut, finger fucking, hand jobs, and cum.

Read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10610505

Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

“Hold on a fucking minute! What the fuck do you mean you don’t know how to fucking drive, Fuckface?” Negan’s face was a perfect combination of amusement and wonder as the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on his tanned skin.

He and Rebecca, the aforementioned “Fuckface”, strode side by side along the perimeter of the Sanctuary, enjoying the crescendo of a beautiful spring day. The sky was spotted with just a few scant puffs of cloud and the grass was beginning to return to life after a brutal winter. As annoyed as she was at the smug smirk that Negan wore, she couldn’t bring herself to let it get to her. Not today.

“That was a whole lotta ‘fucks’ there, my friend,” she replied casually with an easy smile on her face, “And to answer your question: Nope. Never learned. Always thought I would eventually, but then the world ended, so it kind of took a back seat…Pun intended, by the way.”

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Voltron AU idea

So @geek-fashionista and I were talking (gushing) about Voltron and she up and says:

“I need an AU where all the lions are cars tbh”

And IMMEDIATELY we are coming up with and assigning different cars to all the characters. Shiro has a huge black truck, “the most massive truck there is.” Hunk gets a Hummer, but a retried military one, not one of those snobbish kinds. Keith drives a red Mustang convertible, but not a super new one, since he’s a teen just kinda scraping by. Pidge (whose age would need to be tweaked so she could actually be allowed to drive, haha) a green Mini Cooper, Lance a blue SUV (Like a Toyota Highlander or something), Allura a white BMW, and Coran an old classic car that he restored himself, maybe in orange.

But the thing is, neither of us actually knows anything about cars, and while we had fun coming up with all kinds of ideas, this isn’t a fic that we think we thought either of us could write. So here I present all the ideas we brainstormed in the hopes that someone in the Voltron fandom wants to pick it up and run with it! And let us know!

So the idea might be that Coran owns a mechanic shop (called The Coranic) and Hunk works for him fixing cars while Allura is his (very wealthy) niece. Everyone else kinda meets through the shop due to a variety of reasons; Lance rear-ends Pidge and they both need to get their cars fixed (Though Pidge’s poor Mini needs it way more than Lance’s tank). Keith likes to race on the weekends, so his car gets busted occasionally and needs work. Shiro, working as a farm hand, tries hauling something with his truck that is WAY tougher than he thought and ends up royally screwing up the back end, haha. And Allura just needs an oil change or something. XD

Our other thoughts were what their day jobs are. Shiro, Coran and Hunk are stated, then we thought Lance would be an Uber driver (big car, ya know? And he would love being sociable like that), Pidge works for the Geek Squad (She calls her company car Rover), and Keith…is a Domino’s delivery driver. XD Just imagine his pretty red Mustang with the little light-up sign on top.

The Galra can be a gang that Shiro got mixed up in and now his truck is really coveted by the gang leader, Zarkon, for some reason (really valuable, some evidence, stolen merch hidden in it, we dunno, but something like that) and causes trouble. Not sure what to do about Shiro’s arm (good prosthetics are expensive and all, plus how would he lose it? Working this out in the AU could be tricky) but surely there’s a tragic backstory there somewhere. One idea is that he used to race (Keith admired him and got into racing because of it) and lost his arm in an accident, so he ended up becoming an honest farmhand with a prosthetic. Or maybe he was a cop that lost it getting tangled with the Galra. Maybe a car chase.

Also, since Zarkon isn’t an alien in this, somebody needs to make fun of his name for sounding ridiculous, amirite?

Bonus points for making pop-culture references to as many car-related movies as possible! For instance, Lance tries to convince Pidge to drive her Mini through some building and she shouts at him, “This isn’t The Italian Job!”

Fun scene where Hunk takes them off-roading in his Hummer and they all come back covered in mud, haha!

So yeah, anyway, these are the ideas! Somebody take them and mold them into something resembling sense! That would be awesome!

Broken Promises, Broken Hearts

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: John x Reader
Word count: 1,177
Warnings: Angst, swearing

Part 5 of Winchester Losses

Your body lay next to John’s on the concrete ground, the boys watching over the two of you. Dean shook his head, licking his lips. “I hope this works.” He sighed.

Sam glanced at the two of you. “She’s the one who could pull him out. They’ll be fine.” He assured his brother.


John had both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it. Tears stung his eyes, though they didn’t roll down his cheeks. His heart ached. His choice had a 50/50 chance of being the right one. If it wasn’t, he hoped that Lizzy grew up to be a strong woman, and that you moved on.

Hearing sirens, he glanced in his rearview mirror, but ignored them. His car lit up with the red and blue of the lights that sat on top of the police cruiser. Seeing the bridge up ahead, he continued to do his best to move through traffic, praying that he didn’t kill anyone else in the process.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he neared his end. Once he was ¼ over the bridge, he jerked the wheel to the right, closing his eyes. The metal gave way from the force of his massive truck. He felt himself falling towards the water, and he just hoped that things worked out.

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How Supergirl Season 2 Was Made

Deep within the bowels of the CW, four people in suits stand around a cauldron labeled ‘Supergirl Season 2’.

Suit #1: Alright everyone, now this was the easiest brew yet, CBS gave us most of their ingredients, we just need to wrap this up with some personal touches. We’ve already added our own experience with making superhero shows from the Arrowverse, but I was thinking we could do something extra…let’s make Alex Danvers gay. It’s not like she had a love interest for people to get mad at us about, and after her wardrobe in Taxi Brooklyn half the internet is convinced Chyler is gay anyway. Now then…anyone know where we can find some Gay?

Suits #2-4 perk up and all run in opposite directions. Eventually Suit #2 comes back carrying a five gallon bucket full or rainbow liquid.

Suit #2: Hey, a friend gave me this. It’s the left over gay from Rookie Blue. There’s not much since the finale ended with the one lesbian main character having sex with another girl and being about to adopt a child, and none of the lesbians in the show got killed or went evil, but it should work.

Pours the rainbow liquid into the red and blue liquid of the show. Suit #1 looks in at the new mixture, Alex has a light rainbow aura now, but it could be waved off by the straights if they really wanted to. Suit #1 pats Suit #2 on the shoulder.

Suit #1: That’s just the right amount of gay! Good job!

Suit #2 walks off pleased. Moments later a forklift pulls up carrying a 50 gallon drum with a nozzle at the bottom, which Suit #3 aligns with the cauldron.

Suit #1: Uh…what is that?

Suit #3: Oh, this is all the leftover gay from The 100! Given the backlash we got from killing Lexa I thought it only right to apply it to our new show as a sort of apology.

Suit #1: Well that’s a very nice thought but we already added 5 gallons of gay to the season, I think that’s enough…

Suit #3 ignores Suit #1 and opens the nozzle, pouring more rainbow colored liquid directly into the cauldron.

Suit #1: Oh…okay…well alright

Suit #1 looks into the mixture as Suit #3 drives away. Alex is unmistakably, Kristen Stewart, Tegan and Sara levels of gay now, and a new character, Maggie Sawyer, appears to have materialized. Moreover the presence of Katie McGrath is drastically multiplying it, and now there’s a light rainbow coating to Kara, Winn, and Mon-El too.

Suit #1: Oh well, I guess this will just get us a cult following now. Shipping wars are always good. Plus Kara’s got a canon relationship with a guy, and Winn was with this universe’s terrible version of Siobhan Smythe, so it should balance out. We’ll just have to add a few more James/Kara dates. Wait…what’s that sound?

The massive door used for truck deliveries opens and a cement mixer backs up towards the cauldron, it’s spout lowering onto said cauldron.

Suit #1: …What the hell?

Suit #4 hops out beaming.

Suit #4: Well after TNT ended Rizzoli & Isles…

Suit #1: Are you insane? You can’t dump all the leftover gay from Rizzoli & Isles in here! We’re trying to make a superhero show, not the L Word set in the DC universe!

Suit #4: Oh no, this isn’t all of it, this isn’t even half.  Disney bought A LOT of it to spread out among their own stuff, Star Wars, and Marvel, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network both bought a bit, NBC and CBS bought some,and most of what we got the movie people took for the Amazon Island in Wonder Woman and the standalone Harley Quinn movie they’re working on. No, this is just what was left over.

Suit #1 stares in shock as Suit #4 hits a button and a river of rainbow liquid flows out into the cauldron. When it’s all done J'onn is the only one of the main cast NOT coated in gay, the James/Kara relationship has ended by the end of the first episode, and Katie McGrath doesn’t seem to have realized that she wasn’t supposed to have brought the leftover gay from Dracula with her and directed it all solely as Kara. Even Winn and Mon-El are super gay now! And while the prevailing colors of the season are still blue and red, there’s an undeniable rainbow under coat.

Suit #1: … we’re going to get letters about this.

anonymous asked:

hello! can you do a jaehyun scenario with him as your best friend and he suddenly confesses to an oblivious you?

Sorry for the long wait! It didn’t turn out as good as I expected it to be… but I hope you still like it. 💓  I’ll work harder next time hehe. PS. Warning, might be a slight bit cheesy lol. 

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Jaehyun

You shifted around in your seat on the bleachers, trying to get a more comfortable position, while lightly tapping your foot against the seat in front of you, impatiently waiting for Jaehyun to finish baseball practice. Did he always have to drag you along to the games? This was just a practice game too. He already knew you weren’t an athletic person and that you couldn’t care less about watching sports. 

“________!” Jaehyun called to you, waving to you from his position on home-plate, getting ready to bat. 

“I’m watching!!!” you yelled back. 

“I can see you on your phone though!” he shouted. 

You discreetly shut off the screen of your phone and instantly stuffed it into your pocket. 

“I’m not…” you whined. 

He just gave you a teasing look of disapproval, shook his head still smiling, and focused his attention back on the game. 



Jaehyun and you have known each other since your second year of middle school. When you first met him, he had just moved in next door. You still remember how you sat at the passenger’s seat of your mom’s car, nonchalantly looking out the window, when you saw a sleek white BMW pull in front of the garage next door, parking beside a massive moving truck.

Your mom had been anticipating the next family that would move in and had already prepared rice cakes to bring over to welcome them.

“You should come with me, _______. Have some manners and greet your neighbours!” she scolded.

Truthfully, you didn’t really care nor want to, but you obediently listened since it was almost impossible to win an argument against your mom.

He was wearing a casual black and white plaid button-up over his white tee, a simple snapback, and a pair of jeans. He was helping the movers with some of the heavy furniture. You still remember the brief eye contact you shared with him and his sweet smile in response. You couldn’t deny that he was quite handsome, but he seemed a little too perfect. 

You stood there awkwardly with the plate of rice cakes in your hand, waiting for someone to accept them so you could go back home. Your mother had already gone to talk to his mother, chatting excitedly and already acting like best friends. Typical neighbourhood mom friendships, you thought.

Your mom gave you a look of disapproval and motioned for you to come and join her. You reluctantly walked over and offered the rice cakes to his mother. 

“This looks delicious, thank you sweetie!” the beautiful woman dressed in professional-looking attire gushed.

“This is my daughter, ________. She’s fourteen years old.” your mother introduced.

“Same age as my son then!” his mother replied enthusiastically. 

“Will he be attending Hyundai Secondary School?” your mom asked.

“Yes, we still need to finish up some paperwork but he’s transferring there. Maybe ________ will be able to bring him around?”

Jaehyun finished carrying the heavy furniture to the door and quickly rushed over, while dusting off his hands. Then, he performed a perfect ninety-degree angle bow. Not that you expected anything less from him. From first glance, he already looked like an obedient son, a son that any mother would be proud of. You could already feel the incoming nagging from your mother. Just great.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aunt. I’m Jung Yunoh, but everyone calls me Jaehyun. I’m fourteen years old and I’m looking forward to getting along with everyone in this neighbourhood.” he introduced himself, then smiled widely, his dimples deepening.

So that was the first day you met Jung Yunoh, the epitome of mom’s best friend’s son. You didn’t like him much at first. You knew he was a good guy, but he was just too perfect for you and you couldn’t relate to him.

He extended his hand to you and smiled again, “Pleasure to meet you, what’s your name?”

“I’m _______, nice to meet you too.” you smiled, albeit a bit stiffly.

Your mother couldn’t stop gushing about him that night at dinner. “Did you know he ranked second in his class at his previous school? And he’s also good at sports. He was also in the school choir and he even helps his mom out with cooking.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “Mr. Perfect” under your breath.

“________, you should be nice to Jaehyun and hang out with him at school. He would be a good influence on you, and he can even teach you how to cook. He’s especially good at cooking spicy pork and he offered to make it for us, isn’t that so sweet of him?”

You nodded and then faked a smile. I know how to cook too. I can make chocolate chip cookies

Seeing Jaehyun at school was double the stress. The first day at school, he already made a group of friends. You glanced at him from your lockers, surrounded by all the popular kids, different squads already trying to “recruit” him. 

“Yo Jae!!!” one of the jocks in your class, shouted. 

Jaehyun swiftly moved his hands, to what looked like a complicated handshake. 

They chatted for a while and you overheard him inviting Jaehyun to join the soccer team. Jaehyun said that he would consider the offer favourably and get back to him. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few nudges, squeals, and loud whispering from your two friends. 

“Oh my gosh, that’s the new kid. He’s so handsome… you’re so lucky he’s in your class.“ 

You just shrugged in response. “Well yeah, he’s okay. I still think Johnny is cooler." 

Johnny was an upperclassman who had studied in America prior to transferring to your school. He had a down-to-earth personality, but he was also more of a "bad boy”. You liked it the most when he spoke English. He was fluent and his pronunciation was just like how you heard it in Hollywood movies. 

“Johnny’s cool too, but Jaehyun is soooo my type.” your friend clasped her hands together and sighed. 

You placed the last of your books in your locker and rolled your eyes, ignoring the heightening sounds of squealing from your friends beside you. 

“HE’S COMING!!!" 

"I think he’s actually heading in our direction…what should we do?!" 

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and whirled around to come face-to-face with Jaehyun. 

"Hey _______, so I was thinking… would it be alright if you gave me a tour of the school?" 

You felt a wave of confusion wash over you. Why would he ask you to tour him around the school when he already made friends? You didn’t even talk to him all morning, other than a quick greeting before class started. 

You shrugged casually. "Sure, I can." 

Long story short, you continued to hang out after you toured him around the school. You took the same bus on the way back home and you would take turns treating each other to the snack stall after school. He would also often help you with your homework, especially English. 

You smiled to yourself, thinking back to that time you were preparing to ask Johnny to help you with your English homework. You had quickly ran to Johnny’s classroom at lunch break, smoothing your hair and fixing your skirt once you arrived at the door, preparing to walk in, when you overheard Jaehyun having a conversation with Johnny. 

That was normal, you already knew Jaehyun was the type of person who got along well with everyone, but… he was speaking in English. Absolutely fluent English. 

"So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jaehyun asked.

“Yeah, at the baseball diamond, that ok?” Johnny replied. 

“Yeah, man. " 

You gasped. He hardly had any accent. What the heck? So he was bilingual too?

You were so shocked that you didn’t notice that Jaehyun had already walked out of the room and was staring at you with a quizzical look. 

"Waiting for me?” he asked. 

“No, I was going to ask Johnny something. Not you, Jae." 

"Well, I don’t know… you always ask me for help.” he chuckled lightly. 

“Not for English.” you stuck out your tongue. “And since when were you good at English anyways Jae? I can’t take you seriously, you’re good at everything." 

He laughed and jokingly teased, "I’ve been in America for four years, man!”

You raised your eyebrows, judging him. “Four… years?” You questioned hesitantly. 

“Yeah, before I transferred here!" 

You felt a tinge of embarrassment and promptly turned to walk in the other direction, but he just caught up to you and easily grabbed your English textbook out of your hand. 

"You don’t have to ask for Johnny’s help,” he said before flicking your forehead and running off. 

— 

Now, you were both in your last year of high school. Even when you drifted apart from your friends in middle school, you were still as close as ever with Jaehyun. There was just this bond that couldn’t exactly be described in words between the two of you. 

Throughout the past four years, you had already talked about every subject that you could think of, but somehow, you never ran out of topics. You were both so open with one another. Lately, the subject of your conversation often revolved around the dreams and plans that the two of you had for life after high school. Jaehyun has always talked about how he wanted to play for a varsity baseball team at university. His long-term goal was to play for a professional baseball league, but if that didn’t work out, he was also interested in becoming an architect.

Jaehyun had always told you about the stories from when he stayed in America. He talked about how his family had went on many road trips to states nearby, and the many buildings and high-rises that piqued his interest in architecture.
As for you, you didn’t really know what you wanted to study yet but you have always wanted to study in America and experience a campus romance there. You always imagined how your first relationship would be like, and it may sound strange, but once in a while, you thought about how it would affect the relationship between you and Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun had always been handsome in that neat and proper boy-next-door way, but he had grown a lot in the past year. He was a bit more buff than before, since he had recently started working out. He had always been popular with the girls since he moved into the neighbourhood, but after he matured, they paid twice the attention to him than before. 

Last night, you saw him towel-drying his hair in a simple black wife-beater, and you had noticed that the muscles on his arms were more prominent than usual, even though he wasn’t purposely flexing them. 

You shook the thought out of your head. You never saw him that way. Well, you would be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about dating him even once. But you just couldn’t imagine it. You’ve already known each other for four years, if the two of you were anything more than friends, it would have happened already. 

However, you were worried about how the relationship between Jaehyun and you would change if either of you were to get into a relationship which would obviously happen sooner or later. Jaehyun always said that he would think about dating and relationships after high school ended… maybe by then the two of you wouldn’t even be in the same city.

You were still lost in your thoughts when you saw a hand waving in front of your face in your peripheral vision. Suddenly, his face popped out of nowhere, his navy baseball cap still on, his pale skin still as clear as ever, his sharp eyes staring directly into yours. You did a double take. Not because of his flawless features, but because his face was barely an inch from yours. Or maybe… a bit of both. 

“What are you daydreaming about now?” he laughed.

“Thinking about when I can go home and sleep,” you lied. 

“Typical, ________.” he chuckled and took off his baseball cap, shaking his hair dry. 

Almost immediately, you heard a bunch of squealing behind you. You had gotten used to it by now, being Jaehyun’s best friend and all. But, it still surprised you sometimes that he would hang out with you when he was so well-liked and you were just so… average. 

“By the way, you’re coming to watch the actual game tomorrow right?” he asked, one hand readjusting his cap, the other tossing a baseball up and down in the air.  

“Of course, I still have to come and support my little Jae. Even though I’ll be bored as hell.” You teased, reaching to pinch his cheeks. 

He smiled meekly. “As long as you’re there." 

You felt a warm stirring in your heart but ignored it. You’ve always been really supportive of one another, so that line shouldn’t have any other meaning to you. 

— 

As soon as your alarm rang, you went to the washroom and washed up, changing into a striped baseball t-shirt that you had personally customized with "JAEHYUN 14” written in bold navy letters at the back. 

Today’s game was a crucial game for all the players who wanted to further their potential. There would be many coaches from prominent universities who would be scouting athletes for their sports teams. The probability of Jaehyun getting scouted was indubitably high as he’s a star player on the team, but which university would scout him was the question at hand. 

Although you pretended to be disinterested in the game, truthfully, you were maybe even more nervous than him right now. Today’s game was a breaking point that would decide the future of his baseball-playing career.

You chose a seat near the back of the bleachers and took out your phone to check the time. Most of the stadium was filled and you could hear the audience feverishly chatting about the professional coaches who had arrived and were sitting near the front. 

“I heard coaches from the Tokyo Big6 Baseball League are here today to recruit players!" 

"Wow, that’s insane… doesn’t it include Hosei and Keio U? Can’t believe there are even foreign universities recruiting for today’s game.”

The mere thought of Jaehyun getting scouted by such well-renown collegiate teams left you awestruck. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little heavy-hearted, because that also meant being far away from him, and the inevitability of drifting apart. 

You watched as the two teams took their positions on the field. Jaehyun’s team would be fielding first. From your position, you couldn’t really see his face clearly, but you could recognize his tall silhouette from a mile away. The first half of the game went by faster than you expected. Jaehyun’s team, the Hyundai Rockets, recorded three outs within a ten-minute period. Then, the two teams took turns switching between batting and fielding, but neither team scored many runs. 

The game was currently in the ninth and final inning. You spotted Jaehyun on the field shaking his head and adjusting his grip on the bat a couple times. From his actions, you could tell that he was more nervous than usual. The opposing team was leading, but only by a narrow margin. Still, he was noticeably agitated. You knew that the result of the game would impact the amount of offers he would get. 

Unfortunately, you were sitting a bit too far, but that didn’t stop you from going all out to cheer for him. You turned around and stood up on the bleachers, showing off “JAEHYUN 14” on your back, shouting “JUNG YUNOH, WHAT DID YOU PROMISE ME?!”. 

Right at that moment, he swung the bat with precision and force, hitting the ball at the most accurate angle. Loud cheering and clapping immediately erupted from the bleachers and many members in the audience shouted, “IT’S A HOME RUN!" 

Since there were already two runners on base, the Rockets earned three runs, changing the score from 2-3 to 5-3. Just then, the ninth inning came to an end and all the members of the team ran to Jaehyun to lift him up in the air. 

You saw the coaches leave their spots and approach Jaehyun and decided to celebrate with him tonight instead. 

You thought for a few seconds before texting him. 

"I’m so proud of you… text me when you’re back home. I’ll see you tonight!" 

You knew he wasn’t going to see the text until later, and starting lining up to head out of the stadium. But suddenly, you heard his voice calling your name. 

”__________!“ He called. It was loud, but it wasn’t a shout. For some reason, it made your heart beat a little faster. 

You turned around, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly ajar. 

"Catch!” he swiftly threw a baseball at you, and to your own surprise, it landed right in your hands. 

Is he giving me the winning baseball as a memento? But he should keep that… You thought. 

But at the corner of your eye, you spotted something different. Scrawled across the baseball in black marker, it read “ME + YOU… USA?" 

Dazed, confused, flustered… what was the word that you were looking for at this very moment? 

Sensing your bewilderment, he excused himself and quickly ran up to you.

"Jae… I-What does this me-?” you started.

He took a deep breath before replying. 

“I’ve spent a couple years practicing for this game." 

You nodded. "I know how important it is to you.”

“But it doesn’t compare," 

"Huh?”

“I’ve spent even longer… preparing to say this to you." 

You felt the butterflies fluttering around in your chest. 

"Life after high school, I want to spend it with you." 

You were speechless. 

He took a step closer and reached forward to embrace you, his head resting lightly on top of yours, one of his arms comfortably wrapped around your back, the other stroking your hair. 

"Do I have to say it more directly?” he whispered. 

You nodded. 

“Me and you. Campus romance?” He slowly let go of you and took a step back. 

You wanted so bad to just melt in his embrace and nod your head, but not without a proper explanation. You needed to make sure for both you and Jaehyun that this is what he wanted.

You pulled away from him slightly, feeling him flinch a little, eyebrows furrowed from your reaction to his feelings.

“Jae… this game is what you’ve been waiting for since you first entered the baseball team. If you really go to America you may not get such a big chance again. Your dream is just a step away from you right now… I’ll always be here for you but this chance could slip away any second.”

You gave him a soft smile and placed your palm softly on his cheek before turning away.

However before you could walk away from him, he held your hand lightly and twirled you back to face him.

“To me it’s the exact opposite. Baseball will always be ready for me to play whether it be leagues, university team or even just for leisure with my friends. But there’s only one chance for me to be with you, going through our university years together just like our high school ones. This is our youth to spend with one another… I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

You bit your lip slightly, suddenly feeling shy after hearing his deep words that held so much meaning within them.

You thought he was done but he stared deeply into your eyes once more.

"Besides, whenever we talked about relationships or brought up your dream of a campus romance, I could never imagine anyone else but me beside you…give me the chance to make it happen okay?”

This time, you smiled at Jaehyun widely, knowing that he had carefully thought this through and intended to be the one beside you during the next couple years and perhaps even more. You nodded your head in his direction.

He smiled back at you and pulled you into a tight hug, excited that his true feelings were returned.

You melted into his embrace as you thought to yourself, perhaps your dream of a campus romance was never really your dream in the first place, but instead to have Jaehyun beside you in America, showing you all he talked about. The one you needed then, now and later would always be him.

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Love Drug (10K)

Summary: Y/n takes drugs with Doc and Murphy and reacts negatively so 10K takes care of her.

Word count: 1 561

Requested? Yes, anon

Prompts: None

Warnings: Hallucinations, use of drugs, sickness. cursing

A/n: There is no decent apology for why these took so long but none the less, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy

Set in season 2 ep 3, I changed the episode up a bit


Doc, 10k and you were all sitting with Murphy waiting for Warren, Addy and your long term companion Vasquez to finish talking with the leader of a group who owned a massive truck. You and Vasquez had only recently joined the group but it was long enough for you to become good friends with Doc and 10K, although what you felt for 10K was a little more than friendship. That was something that Vasquez, who was practically your father, teased you for quite often sometimes in front of him but Doc did the same to 10K so all was well.

Soon you all agreed to join them as far as the next town where they would drop the team off once out of Blaster territory. However, to pass time some guy named ‘Wrecking Ball’ invited Doc and Murphy away to try something leaving you and 10K to talk before you all got into the train to head off. It was a long ride full of surprises and bandits, unfortunately for you who took a bullet to the leg, just a graze but it hurt all the same.

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Hero’s in the Half Shell Part 3

Warning’s: Swearing, needles, and smut

Here you go @pink-ink-slinger

The children were splashing around the crystal blue lake. White pines, red maples, and Mulberry trees rimmed the picturesque lake. The setting sun casting an ethereal glow on everything it touched including you and Raph.

“You know I was thinking about favorites….” Raph trailed off, kissing your ear before he made a beeline for your sweet spot.

“Oh really?” Your question punctuated by an intake of breath. Fingers skimming his large thighs from knee to hip, kneading slightly.

“Someone’s feelin a bit frisky. Same as the night you got pregnant with Vinchenzo……”

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“Raphael, I love you,  our second child is NOT going to be called Vin Diesel.” Eleven month old Malikai was asleep in your arms, a bag of groceries on the other. Your blue tooth blinking out that obnoxious neon light as you headed to your car.

The air cold enough to be seen passing through your lips.

“Raph. The pizza’s going to be late.” You said pulling Malikai closer to your breast. The bag sliding from your forearm into your hand. The light on your blue tooth turning purple.

“You’re coming with me.. Your husband has made my boss VERY angry.” The man in the black ski mask said. The grocery store light’s flickering to save power. Raphael’s threats and encouragements giving you strength. His thick New York accent telling you he was on his way.

“Well you see he really means well. I’m afraid he just has a bit of a temper. Perhaps a heartfelt apology instead?” Malikai started to stir at the sound of new voice’s; he didn’t like strangers.

“He’ll take both after he sends him your finger.” The masked man lunged at you. His serrated knife spinning towards your head. Your heel shooting out to catch him in the knee. His black clad knee hitting the asphalt of New York City. An audible popping noise accompanied by his groans of pain.

Your feet moving quickly to get behind him. The bag you are carrying hefted above your head to knock him out.

Before you can bring it down he swings back with a closed fist. The impact slamming your back into your car door. Your fingers dropping the bag to clutch Malikai to your chest.

“Now now, you little bitch, that wasn’t very nice. I can see why he want’s your husband dead.” The man wobbled over, his knee popped back into place un-precisely. The empty parking lot becoming eerily quiet by the second.

Malikai screaming his indignation at being shoved while you caught your breath. Just as he got within range of you a beeping sound emitted from your Bluetooth.

“Look you can take me in, no problem, just let me leave my son.” The man smiled dementedly, an evil glimmer entering his eye’s. Raphael picking up speed. His heavy breathing saturating your hearing.

“Oh this will get me promoted for sure. Now. make. the. brat. stop. crying.” His hands pulling out a syringe. The closer he got the more your rage was tapped. The cold, calculated rage of a mother who’s son was going to toddle away. Even if she couldn’t.

“I’ll kill you.” It was the only thing worth saying. Other than I love you, to your son, but he felt it. In the way you smoothed his hair, large green eye’s staring up at you.

When he lunged, you squatted down sliding Malikai over to the lamp post on his shell. His screams heartbreaking but at least he was alive.

The loaded syringe came careening towards your neck. Your fist popping out to hit his adams apple, only to meet his block. While the other blocked his arm.

“Looks like the bitch know’s a few move’s.” The sound of silence causing you to smile.

“What ar-”

“That goddess is my wife.” You could see his eye’s widen underneath the mask. His breathing erratic as he processed THE enemies presence.

Then that familiar jingle permeated the air. A massive garbage truck pulling up just behind your car.

In your relaxed state you hardly noticed the man’s shift in weight. Your body whipping around until you were front to back, a syringe at your throat.

“Raph! Get our son out of here!” You commanded the large turtle. The brothers creating a circle around the situation.

“Look I ain’t leavin without ya. I’ll make you a deal.” Curiosity slipping into the villains eye’s causing the panic to recede.

“I’ll go with you if ya if you let my wife and son go.” When you attempted to respond your would be kidnapper jammed the needle into your neck.

“If you try any funny business I’ll send enough of this shit into her neck to OD the bitch. Come quiet or she leave’s silent.” Your eye’s watering at the pain in your neck, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a scream.

“Raphael, Baby, get out of here. Please.” Voice trailing off into a whisper.  Mouthing I love you to the big red turtle. His eye’s giving you all the response you needed. He looked down on his son seeing his whole world in his arms. You were an amazing mom, he knew that much. Gently kissing his forehead his son stared confused at the emotion’s he was feeling from the big man.

“Hey no cryin champ. You gotta watch for ya mom.” The shaking in your shoulder hurt like hell but this couldn’t be the end.

Raphael walked towards the small man causing him to jerk you around in panic.

“Watch the good’s chump.” A growl came emitting from his throat, green eye’s sparking.

“Put the kid down. Kneel in front of me.” A disgusting sound of satisfaction dropping from his words like diseased honey.

At Raphael’s compliance your lips began to shake. The needle being jerked from your neck not helping. When he shoved you to the ground Raph lost it. For once you were faster.

Grabbing Donnie’s staff from his hands you turned releasing the full reserve of electricity. The man jerking violently, sounds of bones breaking audible. When he finally stopped he only twitched before he lost consciousness.

Your fingers releasing the staff with a jerk.  You rushed over to your son with Raphael. Malikai’s crying a relief to both parent’s. The boy pressed between the two of you as Donnie got the criminal an ambulance for a street over..

“Y/N-” Raph attempted before you grabbed his plastron. Your lips latching onto his pulling him into you. Thigh’s hopping up to his waist. Raph’s adrenaline so high that his erection was almost instant.

“Should we?” Mikey attempted to ask his older brother’s.

“No.” Leo and Donnie said in unison.

“Besides I’ve, uh, sound proofed the back.” Donnie blushed.

“You, hey where are…uh maybe we should drop him off?” Donnie stared in confusion until he heard the garbage truck door slam shut.

“Yup we’re walking home.” Leo hoisting the man in a Donnie approved position.

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Once you were inside you placed your son in the crib Donnie added. Sometime’s you just couldn’t leave the tott’s at home.

“I-”

“Shhhhh….” Finger’s working your button’s down while you pushed Raph into a chair. Your slowly exposed flesh making his mouth water.

Raph knew words were useless at this point. When he moved to unbutton his pant’s you stopped him. Kneeling down in front of him breast’s exposed along with the slowly forming bruise. His hand gently caressing the spot until he felt your warm mouth on his head.

Your tongue swirling, finger’s working his base. His head leaned back while his finger’s gripped the chair. Your head head bobbing until your breast enveloped him. In which his hips started bucking in time with his churr’s.

“Y/N, I love you.” His fingers grabbing your hair guiding you to standing. When you attempted to unzip your pant’s he covered your pussy with his empty hand. The warmth of his hand seeping into you. Your hips shamelessly grinding into his hand. HIs fingers cupping and kneading your pussy through your pant’s.

“Raph.” You whispered breathlessly. Torso leaning over to lock lips once more. Hands trailing down his plastron and over broad shoulders.

His finger’s working your pants over your hips. Once you were panty clad you stepping out of them and into his lap. Raph’s hands sliding inside your panties to rake across flush skin.

Your whimpers fueling him on. His hands nudging you towards him.

“No, I want to impale myself onto you.” Raph churred at the statement. When your lips began the descent down his thick shaft he had to correct his breathing. His teeth running over his lips while he took in your focus.

Eye’s locked onto each other when he was halfway inside. HIs hands sliding from your thigh’s back up to your ass. Raph slightly using the leverage to help you move down his length. Your breathing unified, forehead’s leaning together. Your panting getting louder as you got closer to the edge. The pace you had set increasing until you were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Fuck me. Please, oh please fuck!” Your voice slightly shrill at the end.

Raph stood up using his impressive strength to move you up and down. Your head falling back as your breast bounced in an impressive display. Nimble finger’s coming up to massage your own breast.

“Huuuuh, Raphael, fuuuuuck.” Raphael smiled, got it, G-spot acquired. He laid you onto the empty panel in the front. Leg’s in the air while he plowed away.Your eye’s locked the entire time.

Raph leaned his hip forward using his scales and hip bone to rub your clit. You breathed deeply thrusting your hand against the window behind you. Your eye’s rolling back into your head while your orgasm wracked your body in all the right ways.

When you were a panting mess on his dick he moved back to the chair. His large arms cradling you to him.

“Love ya.” He said stroking your hair, placing kisses to your temple.

“Your turn, love.” Raphael supporting you on shaky leg’s. Your ass sliding down his plastron until you were reversed cowgirl on his dick. HIs hands lifting you part of the way as your leg’s were still weak.

“Raph, raph, of fuck. Cum in me. Feel’s so good.” Finger’s gripping his knees while you took him in rapidly. The coolness of his skin even engorged by blood still made your toes curl. His scales had a texture that was out of this world. When Raph started to come he pulled you against his chest. Arm’s encasing you in warmth, safety, and protection. That’s when you came unglued together. Raph holding you so he was sheathed in you entirely. His finger’s rubbing your clit tirelessly to maximise your pleasure.

Both of you panting until the sound of Malikai’s crying broke your revere. Your tired laughter mingling together.

Raphael placing you gently in the seat. His large form arched over your son’s crib. When you attempted to get up Raph brought him over.

“There’s your momma, champ.Ain’t she perfect?” Raph asked with a tired smile, placing him gently to your breast. Your child latching on to feed since no other nutrition was available.

“You know at this rate I’ll end breast feeding Malikai just as Vinchenzo is born.” Raph startled by the name but not entirely turned off.

“All right. I’ll bite what’s it mean?” He asked leaning naked against the door frame of the truck.

“Conqueror.” You said with a smile while Malikai sucked away. Raph nodding his agreement to the name.

“Vin can still be his nickname….” Raph nodded contentedly.

“Good boy.” HIs eye’s getting droopy once more, full stomach and warm environment lulling him to sleep.

Raphael and you walking him back to his crib in the back. While you stroked his hair Raph moved to start the truck.

Five minutes later you were dressed and seated next your husband; who was neither.

“Donnie said not to sit naked in his chair?” You asked placing a hand on his.

“Ya.” Raph smiled cockily. While you trailed a friendly hand up his thigh.

Raphael sitting down to give you better access to the rest of him.

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“God’s that was a long night.” You said grasping his hand to slide down your waist. Eye’s watching it disappear until it reached exactly where it needed it be. Your eyelids fluttering shut until children’s laughter broke your silence.

“Mom, we’re hungry.” Malikai proclaimed with a voice crack. His face bright red untl his little sister walked up to grasp his hand.

“Dinner’s in the crock pot, but I believe we have a cake to bake!” The children yelling excitedly as tiny feet ran inside.

“That was a good trick.” Raphael said with a grumble his hands caressing your waist. His lips kissing a path down your neck.

“When your brother’s get here we’re going to take a break. I’m going to ride you into the mattress.” He closed his eye’s and groaned, head falling back as you cupped him. Your finger’s trailing deftly as you walked away.

“Donnie, hurry up.” Raph said into his intercom. Before following you inside his shoulder leaning against the door. A large smile breaking out on his face at the sight of his four children and wife in his home.

“This is my favorite. Who’s making dad a cake?!?” A chorus of voices was heard in reply. Maybe this was the best part.

Safe (Seungcheol/S.Coups)

type: angst
pairing: you x seungcheol
synopsis: long distance relationships are already hard, now add a boyfriend who’s ignoring you, a trip to see him and a car crash and see how things start to get even worse :)
words: 1482
a/n: i really like how this turned out !!!

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It was safe to say you were a little more than upset. Having an idol as a boyfriend, having to share him with the rest of the world and barely seeing him in person can make such feelings churn within a person. It was safe to say you were a little more than angry. Having someone like him who promised to stay in touch, to call everyday, to visit as often as he could only to find zero recent messages and zero missed and recent calls, could really get on person’s nerve. It was safe to say you were a little more than hurt. Having a boyfriend who couldn’t make the time to even send you a simple hi, but having all the time in the world to meet people like him. People like him, people who were famous, people who were rich, people who had connections. People, not like you. It was people like him, that caused people like you the pain and sadness in their hearts.

Once upon a time, he was once a person like you, but it was safe to say fame got a little over his head and now he can’t even remember the ones who were there where it all began.

And you knew this was gonna happen, you knew it. You knew that him leaving wouldn’t be a good idea, you knew that him being hours away from you wasn’t going to end well, you knew it. But Seungcheol had a way with his words that really made you believe that you two could get through it together. He made you believe that he’d make time for you even when it seemed impossible to do so, he made you believe that you were a priority in his life, he made you believe that he loved you, and you were a fool to believe him. After a mere few weeks, the calls ceased, the texts disappeared and it was like you never even knew him in the first place. To be honest, he left you confused, you had no idea what to do, it wasn’t like he broke up with you, he didn’t say anything about that, yet by the way he was acting, it wasn’t like he loved you the way he did before. What you really needed, was some closure, some reassurance, and that was what you were gonna get.

You had planned on visiting Seungcheol for a while now, but constantly battled against yourself whether it was a good idea or not. Perhaps there was a reason why he had been avoiding you, perhaps it was because Pledis wouldn’t allow him to… Or perhaps it was because he was embarrassed to be dating a normal, plain person like you. Either way, you needed to see him to confirm any thoughts you had in your brain about the relationship you have or once had.

Once you had entered your car and you had embarked on the three hour drive to him, you decided to give him a heads up on your arrival. The phone ringed for a few seconds and on the 5th ring, his voice answered for the first time in a long time.

“Hello? ________?” His voice said, a hint of confusion lacing in with his words. A pang of mixed emotions washed over you as the sweet sound of his voice reached you. You were happy he finally answered, but at the same time you were mad and upset that after these many, many months, he responded, but with confusion as if he was wondering why you, his significant other , was calling.

“Seungcheol? Hi, I’ve missed you.” You whispered over the phone, keeping your eyes focused on the road in front,“I know it’s been a while, but I just had to see you… I’m coming over to yo-”

“No.” What he said sent daggers to your heart, making you swerve to the right a little causing you to realign yourself to the road before an accident occurred.

“W-what? I don’t… I don’t understand, it’s been months.”

“I can’t… I don’t want you to come over.” And those words were like a trigger, right after he had said the last syllable, it was like a dam had broken. The tears being the water, all the pain and all the loneliness you had felt over the many months you’ve been away from him just suddenly came back to you. You had begun to cry, and by the looks of it, there was no way you were stopping any time soon.

Tears clouded your vision, and only then when it was too late had you realised how dangerous the situation you were in was. Only then, when it was too late did you realise that your life was at risk. Only then, when the massive truck hit the front of your car, did you realise it was too late to process anything that was going on, and as your car flipped over and your hearing and vision faded, the only thing you could hear was the anxious calling of your boyfriend on the cellphone.

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“Hello? Hello? __________? ________, what’s going on?” With every passing second of silence, more and more panic rose up inside of Seungcheol. His excessive shouting caught the attention of the other members as they all rushed away from their work to see why their level headed, calm leader and their eldest hyung, was having a panic attack right at that moment. He ignored all the questions from the members and stayed focused on listening for your voice on the other line. He listened for over 20 minutes, and just as he was about to hang up, the sound of sirens came to his attention. The shuffling around, the voices of medics filled his ears, suddenly, a mans voice came and spoke to him through your phone.

“Who’s this?” The medics voice said.
“Choi Seungcheol, I-I’m _________’s boyfriend.”
“Seems like they got into a really bad accident, they’re on the ambulance as we speak, we’ll meet you in the hospital.”

Seungcheol needn’t say another word as he hung up, grabbed his jacket and sprinted out the Pledis building; ignoring the questions his dongsaengs were throwing at him. He needed to get to you… now.

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The second his eyes landed on your unconscious body, he burst into tears. How long has it been since he last cried like this? Far too long. But he couldn’t help himself this time, seeing you lay there; your skin a pale sickly complexion, with blotches of red, purple and blue scattered around, killed him. Plus the fact that he was the cause of this crash hurt him to the max. Cautiously, as if he was afraid he might break your fragile body even more, he took your hand in his, a sob coming out as it felt limp and cold against him. It was quiet for a while, the only sound being heard, the monitor that determined your hearts activity. It was quiet until Seungcheol decided to speak up.

“God, ________, what have I done to you?” He whispered, his fingers tracing over the side of your bruised face, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. This was all my fault, all I wanted was to keep you safe, that was my intention all along. It must’ve seemed like I was neglecting you, but in reality I wasn’t, I was just trying to keep you safe from the world. I love you, ______, I can’t live without you. Despite all the doubts you must’ve had in your brain, I truly, really, love you… And miss you too. Everyday, I miss you. I miss the way you snore softly in the morning, the way you laugh when I kiss you awake and the way your nose crinkles when you smell my morning breath.” The last few words caused a small, sad smile to appear on his lips as he began to reminisce the memories. But he soon came to realise how much it hurt for you when he was ignoring you and he was back to feeling guilty all over again.

“Please wake up, ______. I-I need to tell you all this in real life, I need to tell you how all I wanted was to keep you away from the hate, from the world of popularity as much as I could so that you wouldn’t get hurt, so that you would be safe. But by the looks of things, you’re less safe when your away from me and I’m so sorry it took me that long to realise. I’m never leaving your side again, ______, but I need you to wake up for me, please.”

Seungcheol knew what he was saying was absolute nonsense and his eyes filled with tears once more.

“S-Seungcheol?”

A relieved smile came to his face. You were safe now, with him.

Safe.

IRAQ. Baghdad governorate. Baghdad. July 6, 2016. Iraqi Christians pray as they hold national flags at the scene of Sunday’s massive truck bomb attack in the Karada neighbourhood.

Photograph: Hadi Mizban

With all the great news about a larger presence for female Transformers that’s hit recently, let’s talk a bit about one of the bots who’s already here, Strongarm… and how she’s busting up some stereotypes that female TFs have typically fallen into. (I may get into light spoilers here and there, so a bit of a heads-up.)

First of all… I mean, look at her. Female TFs in the mass media* have pretty much fallen under a single body type: thin & curvy, and probably in heels. There’s a whopping one exception, the villain Strika from Beast Machines, a bulkmonster with a gas-mask face. Leave that and it’s a parade of wasp waists and thin limbs and generally sleek alt modes. Strongarm’s an off-road truck with massive shoulders and big stompy boots. It’s a refreshing change of bodyform for a central heroine… and nobody ever treats her physical form as being unusual or something to be mocked for not fitting some “ideal”.

Plus she can do THIS:

Boo yeah.

She’s every bit as physical a fighter as anyone else in ther series. She throws punches, kicks faces, rams stuff in vehicle mode, she even friggin’ suplexes Sideswipe once.

And her gender pretty much doesn’t play into… anything. Nobody treats her being “her” as anything different. No human questions why there are female robots. No Decepticon mocks her or treats her as weak. No Autobot feels she needs special treatment or kid gloves… well, not because of “her”, at least, we’ll get to that in a little bit.

Personality? She’s the rookie cop who knows all the rules. All of them. This is a personality type easily dropped into a file called “humorless, obnoxious stick in the mud”. But no. She knows all the rules because she’s bright-eyed, energetic and really excited to be a officer of the law. It’s her dream… and that’s her backstory. No tragic loss, no revenge plot, no world-weary just-hold-it-together hole in the soul… she’s just an idealistic young bot who wants to be a great cop, righting wrongs and stopping bad guys. It’s simple and great. (In all fairness, we’re only 14 episodes into a long season, but we really haven’t been given any indication there’s anything darker going on, and this show ain’t exactly subtle in those regards.)

And that urge to prove she can be a great cop is what pushes her to… maybe kinda sorta… creatively interpret (aka bend) the rules a little here and there. She’s eager not just to get into the action, but as soon as she hits the fabled Earth, she takes every excuse possible to explore and see this alien world that played such a huge role in Transformer history, despite Bumblebee’s repeated insistence that she stay out of danger.

It doesn’t help that Bumblebee’s own lack of self-confidence often ends up manifesting in him being overprotective of Strongarm and Sideswipe, telling them to stay put while trying to tackle things himself, or acting like a helicopter parent. And with Strongarm being something in awe of Bee, the hero of the last great war… that hurts, and it pushes her to do some things that would be normally unthinkable for her in order to prove that yes, she can handle this if he’d just give her the chance.

And let’s talk her constant headbutting with Sideswipe. Again, absolutely none of it is based around her being a her. It’s entirely about Sideswipe being a rulebreaking jerk who resents authority figures, and Strongarm being an authority figure. And for all he grinds her gears… as often as she snarks at him and puts him into submission holds for his latest pranks… we’ve seen that she’s the one willing to be the bigger bot and show that he can trust her to do what’s right and protect him from harm, even though he is a huge jerk.

There are some more straight-up spoiler-y moments I could talk about, but I won’t since RID’s US airings are a bit behind, and some stuff is best witnessed live first. But… Strongarm’s just great. The episodes focusing on her are all about her coping with this strange situation she’s in, and she shines. Her VA, Constance Zimmer, just nails it. If this is the kind of care Hasbro’s gonna be putting into its female characters going forward, we can really look forward to some great stuff.

I mean, a lot of this isn’t surprising given mscottwrites is one of the main folks behind the show, who gave us the fantastic Windblade comics. But it’s still something impressive to see it on the TV after… well, let’s just “politely” call it a less than stellar 30ish years prior on the representation front.

Man, I want a G1-universe iteration of her.

* - There are some more female TFs who are also bulky, but mostly those are Mini-Cons who were declared female by after-the-fact bios created well after the toys had been released, taking advantage of the lack of gender declaration… and if they appeared in fiction at all, it was basically as background fodder.

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So every time I go to this street junction online. There is a massive pile of trucks and cars. Then a few seconds later they explode into a shower of metal. I recorded it 17 times but this is by far my favorite. I might be making some pretty cool GTAV vids soon once they smooth out the launch issues. The tool has potential but I’m going to need to play with it some more.