#seabring

[miss-atomic-blog]

I'm tired boss. I've been working on this for weeks. After 5 years Olivia finally has an updated reference sheet just in time for art fight. This time including her horse Seabring!

Also including some age progression ooh aah. & a million outfit examples because she's my Barbie doll.

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Walls / Seabring Street, Brooklyn, New York.

[gayforhotwoman]

Bound by Fate, Seperated by duties

Willa's POV:

We had just arrived at the place where they will be doing the cheer-off when Wyatt, Wynter and I noticed Buck holding an object. He kept repeating his words over and over again while looking at it closely. Every time the object flashed his eyes he seemed to forget what he just saying that got him to repeat his sentence again.

I looked at him weirdly so do the other. "What the fuck is happening to him?" I muttered while still looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

But after a few minutes it looks like he was not gonna stop repeating his sentence because he keep looking into the object he's holding. So eventually Wyatt, Wynter and I walking toward him then I grabbed the thing his holding and that got him stop repeating his sentence.

"Bucky, where the hell did you get this thing?" I asked him while I was examining the object but not close to my eyes so I don't end in the same situation that happened to Bucky.

"Hey that's mine!" Bucky shouted completely ignoring what I just asked but I just ignored him while still expecting the object which led him trying to grab it from me but thankfully Wyatt grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

3rd Person Pov:

"She asked you a question and I expect you to answer it." Wyatt said to him firmly, his tone serious enough that got Bucky to shriek in fear. "Fine! I grabbed it from one of the Aliens bags okay?!" Bucky exclaimed while moving away from Wyatt so he could let go of his shoulder.

"Which one?" Willa asked him, looking away at the object in her hands then to the pile of blue bags that are all identical except in the straps there were name written on them. "There." Buck said while pointing at the bag that was in front of the pile of bags and the written name that was on the strap were.

"A-spen."

Willa didn't know why, but a feeling deep down was making her not wanna accept the thought that was forming in her mind. The unsettled feeling on what A-spen could have been doing with the object that she was still holding.

"Wynter, can you bring Eliza here, please?" Wynter nodded then ran off to find Eliza.

"Willa are you okay? Considering the fact that they're your-"

Willa glared at Wyatt before he could even dare to finished his sentence.

"Don't even say it, they are not them." Willa whispered, refusing to believe that A-spen could be her mate. Because a few days ago she had received her soulmate mark, a mark that only appear at the right age, the design looks too similar at the object she's holding. And it looks like it belongs to A-spen.

After a minute Wynter came back with the robot that Eliza made so she can stay in contact with them while she's interning at Z-corp the screen attached flickering showing her face.

"What the hell are you holding Willa?"

(Few minutes later when Eliza is trying to hack through the Alien Device)

"That precious thingy is mine! Tell what it is now, now!" Willa looked at Bucky who kept yapping unaware of the glare she's giving him suddenly having to urge to punch him so he can finally shut up and get some peace of quiet. "So Caty, clearly not raised by wolves."

"It's a firewall." Eliza exclaimed as she tried hacking her way into the alien device, so she can know what it is or at leastx know what the Aliens are doing with it.

"Here, try my moonstone." Wyatt said having the idea to use his moonstone. So he can help Eliza remembering their moonstone can make devices go haywire, then he lifted his necklace up to the Alien device. It sparkled, but it got the job done when Eliza can finally see what it is.

"It's a mind probe."

All the thoughts that were swirling a storm in Willa's head stopped the moment she heard Eliza said that it's a mind probe. "Well." Willa muttered to herself.

"Now I really hope they're not my soulmate."

While the others were going through the mind probe, Willa was zoning out thinking to herself.

"If they're my soulmate, I know I need to be with them.... but if I do, I would be betraying Seabrook.... but if I'm not gonna be with them I would be betraying myself. But Seabrook is very precious to me."

Willa blinked the tears that tried escaping just in time where Eliza find the alien scout message in the mind probe.

"Find the most precious thing in Seabrook."

Suddenly, Willa got very angry, confused and maybe even hurt washed over her when she heard those words.

"We knew they were shady all along! Bucky, alert the Z-Patrol."

Bucky then runned away,to alert the Z-Patrol while yelling in fear. Wyatt looks at his sister with worry written all over his face.

"Willa—"

"Save it, Wyatt. I don't care if they're my soulmate or not. I will not let them destroy Seabrook or take our moonstone." Willa snapped back already feeling to sting of betrayal to herself. Deep down, she knows to herself that she would regret on what she's about to do.

Wynter look in between them, confused, and not noticing the short alien behind a wall, with their hands covering their mouth in shock on what they had just heard.

"Willa is my soulmate?"

[r0achinfested]

my room; my seabring at 2 am in 2021. both broken down

one still runs off gas and liquid memories

my room?

blank ink on the floor

[randomdoodless]

seabre

A thief!

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[maiden-after-dark]

@brokenxuniverses replied to your post “Seira during CC: Seira during IS3:”:

join the seaborn to be seabred

​"I'm being. .. seabred, being pull deeper and deeper~"

[crossfitmdi]

What an NYC adventure! We came, we saw, we conquered, we drank like a fish, we ate like royalty, we flew private jets, we drove exotic super cars & we got tailored by a New York Icon. That’s not even the best part. We made lifetime memories & friendships! What a blessings! I am grateful for these blessings. Congrats Carl the Bachelor party was movie epic, thank you Austin & Ethan for brining me into the Buffalo! We went premium on NYC! To Mr. Alan Jay! I am so thankful for your hospitality, soul & kindness. I am beyond appreciative & thankful. You are great role model & human. #nyc #bachlorparty #newyork #faith #family #fitness #crossfitmdi #thebuffalo #orlando #seabring #blessed #godschild (at Crossfit M.D.I "Motivation Dedication Inspiration") https://www.instagram.com/livinglegendlou/p/BwavlELA5UP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2ta6r0k7fvdp

[miss-atomic-blog]

I don’t normally ride the Arabians but Olivia needed a fancy horse & I’m tired of waiting for Rockstar to give us the rose grey one in online. So this is Seabring her fancy horse.

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Walls / Seabring Street, Brooklyn, New York

[tinalbion]

A  R E A L  H E R O | e i g h t

You move to Evergreen for a fresh start, you’ve inherited your grandparents’ place, and then you meet the sweetest guy. But there’s a duality to him, something a bit darker. Then you meet Vigilante, a killer anti-hero who just looks out for the safety of Evergreen, but the dangerous side of him appeals to you more than you care to admit.

》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader

Rating: Mature; Reader makes a brash decision, mention of murder, blood, the usual when it comes to this group.

Length: 6.2k

p a r t  8  | a m o u r

A/N: No smut in this chapter, only because it’s more story building time, and it’s important! But we may be graced in the next chapter~

You shouldn't have even THOUGHT of doing this in the emotional state you were in, it was wrong and ultimately went back on your conversation of trust, and yet you're the one who would break it first.

You tried to talk yourself out of this the further you walked up to the dirty glass of the abandoned movie store, but there you were as you cupped your hands over your face so you could peer into the setup, barely able to see anything through the random posters plastered all over the place. There had been a series of blurry figures you could make out until you stepped off to the side and found a peeling patch of newspaper that they hadn’t fixed just yet, so you squinted to make out whatever it was you were looking at.

You saw Vij, Peacemaker, and another man in the room, all chatting with one another as they had been packing things up like weapons and such. You were torn inside, wanting to get answers to what they were doing and why Adrian was distancing himself, or you could have relied on him to tell you in his own time. But with him, you never knew if the day you saw him would be your last to see him, you had always worried about his choice of pastime activities, especially last week when he came to you with a broken spirit and a damaged foot, you had an inkling of a hope that maybe he’d take it easy.

It only started to fester deep within you earlier this week, and despite the things you said to Adrian the last time you saw him and bandaged his foot up properly, he still hadn't confided in you much about anything. His texts were scattered and brief, but he still meant the sweet words he sent to you, but he was obviously distracted to the point there was very little interaction. 

You had even tried to visit him during one of his shifts, but he'd apparently called in due to "having the flu", to which you covered for him immediately and then left the restaurant feeling confused and worried. 

At one point in your deep thoughts and overthinking, you asked Adrian why he had to be dropped off by the blonde woman that night, to which he instantly tensed as you sat beside him on his sofa. 

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad. The Seabring break down?”

He took a breath and shrugged uneasily. “Harcourt was nice enough to drive me home because I was thrown in jail, so I didn’t have the car.”

You turned to him and stared wide-eyed. “WHAT?”

“Look, it wasn’t THAT big of a deal! I just tried to throw a garbage can through the police station’s window.”

“Adrian, what the fuck, why?” Your voice raised and you didn’t mean for it to seem like you were yelling at him, but you were so shocked that you couldn’t understand what the hell went through his head. 

He grumbled and sighed. “Leota, one of the people I work with, kept saying how bad Peacemaker’s dad is, how shitty Auggie is, and he IS. Racist piece of shit, he’s always making his life miserable. So she said she wished he was out of the picture so Chris could be happy… So I figured I could make him…go away. He was already in jail, so I figured I’d just deal with it there before he got out.”

“Adrian… you didn’t…” 

“No, I didn’t, I fucked up and didn’t do it.”

You sat there and looked at him as he faced the television, the pain was apparent sketched into his features, so you placed your hand on his shoulder and offered him a smile. “I’m proud that you didn’t do it, babe, you wanted to help your friend and I respect that, but those are his demons to face and he needs to deal with them, no matter how much you wanna help.”

“Yeah, I know, but still…”

You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder as you sat in silence with him, but soon after, he said he had to go home, despite you offering him to stay the night. Adrian declined and said he had a lot on his mind that he needed to work on, so you nodded and watched from your window as he left. 

Since that night, you worried for him so much that his friendship with Chris wasn’t exactly normal, though it wasn’t your business. He seemed to be incredibly dedicated, which was a valuable trait in a friend, but you hoped that wasn’t being exploited by the others in this group. As always, you worried, and in return, he worried about you.

But how could he involve you and sacrifice your safety with everything going on? Wouldn't that be absolutely selfish of him to do so? The more he thought about everything that was going on with what he was involved in, the more he wanted to tell you and express his worries, his thoughts, all of it.  It ate away at him that he couldn't tell you, and despite his protests to Harcourt, she scolded him AND Adebayo about involving those closest to them, their safety was important despite how much they wanted to keep them close. Leota reluctantly agreed and felt guilty about sending her wife away, but Adrian almost brushed it under the rug and dealt with the growing dread that sat in the pit of his stomach. He sat in silence sometimes and his thoughts drifted to you and how you would be handling his distance, he knew it was wrong of him, but how else could he tell you to stay away from this whole butterfly ordeal without revealing too much? 

But when he saw you burst through the door of the video shop with that look on your face, he knew something was going to happen and it wouldn’t end well, but he froze to the spot when you glared directly at him as he held a large black container. 

"Adrian you absolute asshole," you spat as you flung the door open. Still, you couldn't get another word in until the man known to be Peacemaker stepped forward, his hand gripped onto a black duffle bag as he looked absolutely confused by your presence. 

"Hey, lady, you got the wrong place of establishment," he said in a slightly raised tone. 

"I don't think I do, because he–" you said while pointing at Adrian– "is just the man I need to talk to."

"You know this crazy chick?" Peacemaker turned to Adrian with a distasteful expression. 

"Uh yeah, she's my girlfriend." Adrian looked over at you and gave you a meek smile and a half-hearted wave.

“No she’s not,” he argued, dismissing Adrain completely.

“Yes, I am.”

The room went silent for a moment. Both John and Peacemaker looked at the brunette man and just stared, mouths hanging open in disbelief.

"There's no way this fucking idiot has a girlfriend," Economos said. 

"And one that hot," Peacemaker mentioned. “Oh, I get it, is she a nerd like you? Met her playing one of your fruity little dungeons and dragons games?” He turned to look over at Adrain, who seemed to be overwhelmed by everything going on.

You turned to look at the man with a scowl on your face. "First off, don't call my boyfriend an idiot," you snapped at the large, bearded man. "And second," you whipped your head toward Peacemaker, "watch your mouth, this isn’t your business."

"You're kinda making it our business when you're busting down the door and yelling at the only people in the room," Peacemaker stated. 

You gave a sigh and shook your head, but you walked up to Adrian with your consistent glare, then pulled him off to the side. "Can I talk to you in private?"

“Vij, we don’t have TIME for this, we have a cow to– SHIT to do!” 

"You shouldn't be here, babe, what if the others come back and see someone they’ve never seen before? They could freak out."

"People freaking out is only a problem for you when it's one of these members of the half-assed Justice League, but when I'm the one freaking out, it's not that bad, right?" Before he could speak, you cut him off. "I don't understand you, Adrian, you're distancing yourself from me and it's not like you at all! I don't mind supporting you with whatever is going on, but you're scaring me…" Your words trailed off and felt almost too embarrassed to admit it. “I don’t know what’s happening with you and I wanna know what’s going on.”

Adrian looked at you and stared, he couldn't come up with an excuse for how you'd been treated, but he also wasn't sure what to really say in front of the others in the room. 

"Sounds like trouble in paradise over there, Vij, she ain't keeping you pussy whipped, is she?" 

When your eyes met the man's, he seemed incredibly unbothered by your poor attempt at intimidation, but you couldn't help the intensity of your hatred after hearing this man only speak a handful of times. 

"I wish Adrian would have warned me about how you can't seem to keep your mouth shut, but I guess I found out the hard way. Now can you shut the hell up?"

"Jeez, you really need to ease up," Peacemaker groaned as he shook his head. “Either way we gotta fuckin’ go and soon, guys, this place is gonna be swarmed any minute now.” 

"Can you guys stop talking about me as if I'm not even here?" Adrian said, the tone in his voice conveying his frustration. "Look, I get that I fucked up and shouldn't have pushed you away, but I can't tell you what's going on here thanks to these guys telling me to keep my mouth shut." He offered you a calm expression and then turned to his friend, who he stared at with much more annoyance. “And can you at least try not to be a dick to her, I don’t care if it’s aimed at me, but fuck dude?”

You glared at Peacemaker and took a step closer to Adrian, feeling the distrust of everyone in the room except for your boyfriend, who just seemed to be wrapped up in all this shit without really knowing what he was getting into. 

“He wouldn’t be in this shit if it weren’t for you,” you pointed at Peacemaker, “ever since you came back he was so happy that ‘his friend was back’, and now, he’s running off doing your bullshit for these clowns.”

“Hey!” Economos complained.

“Look, I don’t know you, for all I know you’re the reason he’s here.”

Peacemaker erupted into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ dye beard here couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag and you think he can conduct a mission to kill butterflies?”

Your brow furrowed. “Butterflies?”

Adrian’s eyes widened as he stared at Peacemaker. “Chris, shut UP. Don’t involve her.”

“Why?! What is so damn important that I can’t be involved to the point I don’t know if my boyfriend is alive or not?” You were getting way too worked up to think properly, but you had a suspecting feeling that there was more going on here. “This isn’t just a simple hit mission, is it?” You turned to Adrian and your pleading expression spoke volumes. 

He sighed and looked down, but then leaned in and kissed you softly, one you didn’t want him to pull away from. “I promise you I’m gonna tell you everything, but you gotta trust me, okay? I don’t want shit happening to you… Not again."

How could you stay mad at him when all he wanted to do was keep you safe? It was once again falling under the entire identity thing and if they could use something or someone he loved against him, he'd never forgive himself if you were caught in the middle. 

"Things are getting intense and we gotta go, but I promise I'll be back and we can talk about whatever you want, I swear. I just need you to lay low, the group’s head guy doesn’t want anyone on the outside involved just because it’s not safe. I want you to be safe,” his sentence trailed off and he smiled at you.

“Adi, please, I don’t want you doing this, what if–”

“Promise me. Promise me you won’t get involved in this right now and I’ll tell you everything.”

"Vigilante, you can't just–" Economos began, but Adrian cut him off. 

"No, I owe her that much, you weren't there when she was taken! She needs to stay safe, but she's gotta know."

Peacemaker scoffed and began to shove his guns back into their holsters. "Your funeral." 

You spun to face Peacemaker again and stepped up toward him. "What the fuck is your problem, huh? Are you so spineless that you must demean everyone in this room just to feel like the big tough badass? No one gives a shit, Chris," as you drew out his name, they could hear the venom in your voice. When you stormed off toward the door, Adrian called out to you. You stopped at the door and looked back. 

"I promise." He seemed so sincere, and you wondered just how far that promise would come, so you offered him a small smile and left them in the shop.

Economos felt incredibly uneasy as he stared at the pair of friends as he shifted slightly, and decided he would go and check on Judo Master, their captive that knew about and willingly worked with the butterflies. 

"Ahh shit, he's gone, he's gone! Judo Master is gone!"

Adrian peeked in and looked around, obviously confused. "Judo Master was in here?"

*

You walked to your car as cautiously as you always did, slid into the seat, and locked the doors as soon as you leaned back into the seat. Your hands rested on the steering wheel, but all you could do was stare out the windshield, your gaze set dead ahead as you tried to empty your head of all your thoughts. You trusted your boyfriend, you had even before you knew it, but you definitely didn't trust the people he hung around. 

As you thought of his promise, you couldn't get the fact that Peacemaker had been absolutely shitty toward him regardless of the situation, was he like that all the time with Adrian? His presence made your blood boil as you thought of his smug look, looking down on Adrian in that short amount of time. Your attention was stolen by the sudden burst of the door being flung open with force, the three of them ran to the large RV and piled into it, you watched as they disappeared into the vehicle and closed the door, and your body lurched forward slightly as you couldn’t help but release a sob you’d been holding for some time now. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself in annoyance. 

Whatever the case, you took his words into account and drove out of there as fast and legally as you could, because if the place was going to be surrounded, might as well get the hell out of the vicinity in case you got caught and questioned. 

You figured you should get some lunch for home, get some paperwork done for work, and just keep yourself at home before anything got too bad. 

As you pulled into the driveway, your food in hand as you went to unlock the front door, you couldn't help but feel a deep sinking feeling in your gut. You worried about Adrian all the time, but something about the urgency of today and hearing whatever the hell about the butterflies, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread. 

You sat cross-legged on the sofa and flipped through channels as you ate your takeout, you stopped on a news channel that had the headline: Captain Locke Press Conference - possible link to Sturphausen and Goff murders. It stated that Christopher Smith, also known as Peacemaker, has the belief that aliens are posing as humans and it's his job to find and kill them. 

"Find and stop the Peacemaker by whatever means necessary." 

Your eyes bulged as you stared in disbelief at the fact there had been a 33-victim massacre at the Glan Tai Bottling Factory, all of which Adrian probably knew about and had possibly gotten his toe injury from all of this. You sat back and almost dropped the container of food as you lost all function of your limbs, you were dumbstruck. 

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, this isn’t good.” You stood up from your seat and began to pace back and forth, your food was long forgotten as you wondered what you could do before anything had gotten too out of hand, but the real question was should you even get involved when Adrian specifically asked you not to?

You’d been captured and tortured, you had gone down that road and wanted nothing to do with getting caught again, mainly if Vigilante was too preoccupied to save your ass again, you needed to think of a way to help any way you could. The more he associated with Chris, the more danger he was in for getting caught in the crossfire, and if his identity was compromised… You scolded yourself and shook your head, what you were thinking was absolutely insane, you’d barely held a firearm except for the times you practiced with Adrian, but you knew that wouldn’t be enough to save you if things went south.

With a frustrated growl, your fingers slid across your hair as you thought until your head pounded and you couldn’t think straight, so you decided without much hesitation that you’d raid Adrian’s stash of guns and do what you could to make sure he’d live. You owed him that much.

As you drove to his place, you talked to yourself in the car, berating yourself for the choices you were making, you figured that if you went back now he wouldn’t hold it against you. He did his job of keeping things as silent as he could without involving you, despite how he’d gone about it, so he wouldn’t be upset that you wouldn’t be there. But even as you went inside his place, you rifled around his things and grabbed all you could as you strapped his holster to yourself, and you felt as if you could take on an army. You made sure everything was back in its place and properly put away until your eyes swept over the nightstand, where he kept the first photo of you and him that you took when you guys officially started dating. A smile crept across your face and you settled on your plan; you were going to help him no matter what. 

It was a stupid idea to an outsider, sure, you were planning to burst into a facility with no way of knowing who or what you’d come across, but you knew the group Adrian was working with would be there, trained guns for hire, so you’d possibly get lucky and somehow manage to live. 

You walked over to the police scanner, listening in on anything that you could pick up on the whereabouts of the Peacemaker, and with a bit of patience as you turned the dial as slowly as you could, you picked up on an intercepted conversation, the radio static barely allowed you to hear it until you finally set the dial and it was clear as day.

“-the Peacemaker was seen headed north-west down Highway 99 in a Burgundy 2016 Ford Fiesta, two other suspects in the vehicle, possibly Vigilante accompanying them. Calling in a 10-85 to follow to Coverdale Ranch.”

“10-04.”

“Shit,” you huffed and shut off the machine, then you headed out in your car and didn’t look back. You pulled out and began your lengthy drive to Coverdale Ranch, the infinite possibilities of the situation ran wild in your mind, but all you knew is that Adrian could be in heaps of trouble, and you wanted to help him as he had helped you.

Though you had trained with him in the basics of weaponry and self-defense, you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that you’d be more of a burden than an actual help to them, but if you died doing this, you had felt that you wouldn’t regret the choices you made. You’d loved him despite everything, you loved the times you shared, even loved the strange and wild way you both met. Your foot pushed down further onto the pedal, the speed picked up and you would make it, you had to.

*

The field was a bloodbath and you were out of your depth, your hands shaking as you ran past the dead group of people on the ground, blood splattered everywhere as you ran toward the center of the fighting, the gunshots rang louder than you expected and caused you to constantly flinch. You saw the familiar faces of Economos and Harcourt, Economos was on the ground, making his way to the firefight as the blonde woman was shot several times, then she fell to the ground and coughed up a large amount of blood.

Everyone was in a panic and yet they continued to fight until they couldn’t anymore, except you couldn’t see Adrian anywhere, and that’s when you began to panic. Your eyes searched for him frantically as you held your gun as you were taught, but you were pulled out of your search by the scream of a man who bolted right toward you. 

You tensed but eagerly spun to have your barrel meet his face, and with a quick breath and a fast aim, you shot at him and braced for impact. None ever came. Blood spurted from his throat and he collapsed to the ground, his movements slowed until there were none at all, and you couldn’t get over the fact that you killed someone.

‘You knew this would happen if you interfered, there’s no reason to back out now, Adrian needs you. Keep going.’ 

A few more stragglers that made their way to you were easily taken care of, their movements were sporadic and sloppy, so you were able to dodge them by controlling the speed of your feet. You stopped quickly and allowed one of the attackers to swipe at nothing and you watched him tumble over almost comically, then you shot him square between the eyes. You were more confident in your abilities now, but you still wouldn't allow yourself to grow an ego, you needed to focus and be sure to keep yourself alive long enough. 

Your feet took you as fast as they could go toward the group that was gathered in the center of the chaos, Ecomonos had finally reached the halfway point as you booked it past him, and he paid you no mind. Finally, you saw the suit you’d been so well acquainted with, and a wave of relief washed over you. Your feet carried you as quickly as you could manage and you were so close to reaching him, but a shot rang out and you saw that teal and black suit stained red with blood shortly after. 

You couldn't hold back the blood-curdling scream you released as you raised your gun and shot at his attacker, all while Adrian still managed to throw a knife directly at the man at the same time your bullet luckily hit him dead in the eye. 

The skin of your knees was now bruised and slightly bloody as you slid across the soil, rocks be damned, you wouldn't let something happen to him as you crawled to reach him. You could hear that he was still breathing but wasn't as strong as it could be, and when you rolled him over slightly to take a look at him, his suit was all but destroyed, there had been so much blood on your hands when you pulled them away. The sight of it had you almost to the point of hyperventilating because you were already thinking the worst, so you removed his visor and checked him as best as you could without moving him too much. 

Leota had just finished saving Harcourt as she ripped out one of the butterflies from her mouth, and shot it before it could take over her body, then her attention was pulled toward you hovering over Adrian's body. 

"Hey, is he alive?" She asked as she still remained at Emilia's side.

You looked up and stared at her through your teary eyes. "Yes, but barely. I don't know how long he'll be okay… Is she okay?"

Leota stood and looked down at Harcourt then back at you. "For now. We gotta get them out of here, though."

The blonde woman gripped Leota’s arm and shuttered. "Help… Chris," was all Harcourt could muster. 

Leota looked terrified, scared of the fact that they could die at any point and yet they wanted her to leave them there. 

"Go and help, I'll stay here and protect them if I need to." 

The woman looked at you in confusion for a moment. "You're… Adrian's girlfriend, right?" You nodded. "He talks a lot about you, pretty ballsy you bein' here. But you're good people, so here, take this just in case."

She handed you one of her guns and you waved your hand in protest. "I got plenty, you need that, now go and do whatever you need to do."

"Leota!"

Ecomonos had suddenly appeared and rolled a silver Peacemaker helmet toward her, his body now weak as he collapsed onto the soil to rest. You watched them with curiosity as Leota suddenly left and made her way down an eerie-looking entranceway that led underground, leaving you with everyone in an uncomfortable silence.

You hadn't left Adrian's side as you stroked his hair while he slept, all you wanted was to make sure he continued to breathe, so you did what you could with his wounds and put pressure on them as you wrapped them up with whatever you could find. You only left his side long enough to tear off chunks of cloth from the bodies that were scattered around you, you helped out Economos as best as you could without fucking up his leg even further, to which he thanked you. 

"Sorry we sorta ganged up on you back at the video store."

"It's fine," you replied coolly as you made your way back to Adrian's side. "Sorry I yelled at you."

He scoffed and shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose we deserved it. Why are you here though? Shouldn't you be staying as far away from this shit as you possibly can?"

You looked over your boyfriend's face and contemplated for a moment, not quite sure what went through your head while you did all of this. "Honestly, I did it for him. I didn't care what would have happened to me, I just wanted to help him. Even if it killed me." 

John stared at you in what you would assume was awe and possibly even lunacy, but he gave you a small smile in return. "He's lucky to have someone like you. Why you came out here was fucking insane but really brave of you."

You chuckled. "Thanks, man." 

You clung to Adrian and your mind was slightly more at ease, you wanted to believe that he would be okay and that everything would be as it was in a week or two, but you were scared shitless. With any luck, they would finish whatever mission this was and you could all escape the police before they came to collect Peacemaker and company. So long as his breathing continued to remain steady, you would feel okay, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if something went wrong.

A low rumble began steadily beneath your feet, both you and Economos stared at each other, unsure of what the sound was or what you should do, if anything. When the rumble became stronger and more violent, you got to your feet and scooped Adrian in your arms, pulling him from under his arms away from the danger, though you didn't get far. The man was already heavy with the muscle he gained, but with the suit on top of it, it was almost impossible, but you had your burst of adrenaline to thank. Economos crawled further away despite his leg protesting, the shooting pain he felt was unlike anything he'd felt before. When the rumbling slowed and came to a stop, you stood still and gently placed Adrian back down, which caused him to stir.

He grumbled and groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his brown pulled together while his eyesight tried to adjust with no glasses to peer through. But as he looked up, there you were with a smile on your face and worry in your eyes, your face splattered with droplets of blood. 

"Wait, what happened? What are you doing here, babe?" His voice was hoarse and dry.

You knelt back down and placed several kisses on his forehead as you brushed his hair back. "Oh thank fuck, you're okay. Try not to move until we figure out what's going on, okay?"

"How are you here?"

You looked away sheepishly and hummed. "Well, I saw the news, so I went to your place and got some weapons, then overheard on the police scanner that you were spotted coming up this way. I came as fast as I could."

"Shoulda saw her in action, Vij, she was pretty crazy," Economos said matter-of-factly. "She's been by your side since she got here." 

Adrian squinted and looked at you with concern, which wasn't a good look. "You coulda got hurt."

"And you could have died, but I don't care, Adrian. You saved me, I wanted to save you."

He was upset that you didn't listen, all he wanted was for you to be okay and safe, away from all of this nonsense. But overall, he did take Economos's words into consideration; he was pretty lucky to have someone like you.

A sound came from behind you and you all turned to see Peacemaker pulling himself from the wreckage that followed behind him, Leota right behind him. Economos sighed in relief and groaned. 

"You guys are okay, holy shit."

"Get to Harcourt, she's not doing good," you said loudly as you pointed at her, and Chris followed your direction and immediately scooped her into his arms. "Come on, handsome, we gotta get you to the hospital." You stood up and pulled him to his feet gently, the groan that emerged was painful. 

Adrian hobbled one step ahead and almost collapsed again, but you caught him in time. "Come on, I'll be fine, I just need a nap."

"Adrian, no, you're going into the hospital." 

Peacemaker said nothing as he carried the blonde woman who lay unconscious, breathing, but alive. As if it were a cruel joke, several members of the Justice League came to greet them, but the entire group kept moving past them. 

"You're late, you fucking dickheads," Chris complained with a sneer. 

The members looked on in disbelief, but you didn't care, you just needed to get everyone to the hospital, especially before Harcourt didn't have a chance to make it.

*

Vigilante stood there, his hand placing pressure on the gunshot wounds beneath his ribcage, but the way he could barely stand was a cause for worry, yet he didn’t say a word and watched as Harcourt and Economos were carted off to be taken care of. Chris and Leota stood beside you two and it almost felt awkward as you all 

Chris looked over at Vigilante as you continued to hold him up, but he swayed a bit too far and almost toppled over. “Dude, you’re shot. You gotta be admitted.”

Vigilante sighed and shook his head. “I’m fine, seriously. All I need is a good nap.” After a moment of silence, Vigilante fell to the floor with you trying your best to catch him before he did. 

“Can someone help him, please?!” you called out desperately, and your call was answered almost immediately as a group of nurses and doctors swarmed around you both. 

They picked him up and wheeled him into a room with you not far behind, but one of the nurses turned to you and placed a hand in front of you to stop you. 

"I'm sorry, miss, you have to stay out here, okay? Please, we just need to get him into surgery as fast as we can, and as soon as it's finished, we'll call you in."

You wanted to protest, you wanted to be there for him and you wanted to keep that promise, but getting thrown out wouldn't do much good. So you sighed and nodded, then walked back to the waiting room where Peacemaker was sitting. His head was hung low as his elbows rested on his knees, and you had just caught a glimpse of Leota leaving through the front door. 

As much as it pained you to be near him, you sat beside Chris and looked over silently, not wanting to force a conversation. You sighed as you leaned back in the chair and closed your eyes, all you wanted to do was take a breath and not have to worry about anything for at least twenty minutes. Your body relaxed and you felt yourself falling asleep, but Peacemaker looked over at you and cleared his throat.

"Hey uh, I know you didn't have to come to us at the ranch, but thanks for helping," he said gruffly. “Heard you took some guys down.”

Your eyes opened and you turned your head slightly to look at him. "Yeah well, I did it for Adrian, he did it for me." You turned your gaze back toward the help desk and stared at the constant movement until you heard your name called. Your head whipped up and stared at the doctor holding a clipboard as he made eye contact with you, then you made your way to him with a blatant expression of pure worry. 

"Mr. Chase didn't need much done, he just had some sutures, the bullets were removed and everything seems to be going well. He's lost blood from the wounds, but his recovery is miraculous. Did you want to see him?"

"Yes, please." You followed quickly on his heels as he guided you to his room, and of course, he was already awake and moving around in his bed. 

"Mr. Chase, could you please not remove the IV yet?" 

His gaze rested on you and the smile that followed was one you wished to see for the rest of your days. "You're still here!" He said excitedly. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" You turned around and looked over at the doctor. "Can he go home today?"

"Yes, so long as he waits patiently for us to discharge him," he said with emphasis on the last of the sentence. "But I'll come back in a bit once we initiate the paperwork." The doctor left and closed the door behind him, which left you both alone. 

You turned back to him and he was already discarding the IV and the heart monitor, and all you could do was laugh. "Adi, calm down, he said to wait." 

"And I did. I waited until he left the room," he said with a smirk. 

You sucked your teeth and shook your head as you sat down on the edge of the bed beside him, and once you did that, he finally settled down a bit. He looked up at you, his face a tad bit bruised and puffy as he stared at you. When you looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile at you. 

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, just wish I coulda seen you in action, did those lessons I gave you pay off?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. 

You almost wanted to blush. "Shut up, Adrian. But yeah, gotta say, I was scared as hell, but that adrenaline? Woo boy, really paid off. But I was so fucking scared, Adrian…” You sighed as you reached out for his hand, which he allowed you to take, and you squeezed it gently. “I was so scared you weren’t gonna make it.”

The look of guilt seemed to sink into his features, but you placed your hand on his cheek to have him look at you. “Look, babe, I–”

“Ssh, I don’t care right now, I just wanna enjoy this win, okay? You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, slowly being consumed by him until you felt him pushing back, his mouth opened to allow his tongue to caress your bottom lip. You pulled back with a smile. “Adrian, in the hospital room?” You asked, your voice light and playful.

“Sure, why not?”

“Because you just had bullets removed from your body,” you replied with an overwhelmed tone, but you barely fought back against his advances, his hand slid down the front of your shirt, and a small whimper escaped your lips. His devious smile made you want to rethink it, but you had a better idea. “How about,” you began as you pulled his hand down and placed it on your leg, “we get out of here and if you can make it from here to the house, I’ll change my mind.”

His smile only grew. “Deal.”

The television inside the room was on and as soon as Adrian looked up, he patted your arm and pointed. Your eyes followed and you saw Leota at a press conference.

‘A.R.G.U.S. Agent Speaks Out’, the prompt read. “–Which means Christopher Smith never wrote any diary. Both the Peacemaker and the costucrime-fighterhter Vigilante were working in a deep-cover operation for the U.S. government called “Project Butterfly”. This is all part of a black-ops program known as “Task Force X,” where convicted criminals are undertaking dangerous missions for the United States in exchange for time shaved off their sentences.”

You looked back over at Adrian, completely stunned. “Holy shit… that’s… that’s insane.”

Adrian only shrugged and nodded in agreement. “Well, what are you gonna do, a woman in power like that? Does whatever she wants. Glad Leota was on our side.”

“Yeah,” you breathed… “Hey, let’s go home, yeah?”

Adrian smiled and sighed in relief as he was already slipping out of the bed and across the room to grab his things. “I’d like nothing more. But we gotta go my way.”

“Adrian, you’re not–”

“Oh yes, I am.” He gathered all his things and slung them over his shoulder. “You comin’? I’ll catch you, promise.”

You looked over at the large open window and sighed, you shook your head in disbelief. “I guess so, let’s do this.” You walked over toward the window and looked down, the height wasn’t that bad, so you looked up at him and gave him a playful smirk. “You’re lucky I love you, Adrian Chase.” You placed a quick kiss on his lips and didn’t even give him time to process as you jumped from the window and screamed. 

Adrian stood there for a moment in the room and looked back outside as you recovered quickly from the jump, and you stared up at him. “You what?!”

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TRASH MAGIC — CHAPTER FOUR (THE FINALE)

summary: can you ever catch a fucking break?

pairing: adrian chase/vigilante x trailer park trash!reader

warnings: graphic depictions of violence and gore, domestic violence against reader, depictions of sex work, mentions of anxiety. 18+ minors please do not interact.

authors note: who expected this??? lmao, definitely not me. i just had an overwhelming urge to write dilf!adrian, so here is me finishing this story so i can write the sequel (which is set during peacemaker season one). still haven’t decided if it’s going to be a one shot or a full blown sequel, but let me know what you think! hope you all enjoy the final chapter <33

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Ever since finding out Adrian was Vigilante, your anxiety has been at an all-time high. Usually, when you are working your night shifts, you just worry about Silas. Now, however, you were worried about Adrian dying in the street to some low-life thug who was trying to sell drugs. There have been moments when you had to lock yourself in the bathroom at work because you were freaking out about Adrian's well-being. Fine, maybe you worried too much. Maybe you are just overreacting because you have been basically living with Adrian for three months and hadn't noticed a single new cut or wound — but you didn't know that. You didn't know for a hundred percent that your boyfriend would come home alive every night and it was causing you not to sleep. The only way you could sleep now was in Adrian's arms. What you didn't know, however, is on the nights where you had a client, Adrian wasn't out being Vigilante. He was sitting in the parking lot of the Pink Flamingo watching you. Maybe Adrian was also paranoid. Maybe Adrian was worried one day Rick James would be a little too rough with you — Adrian wouldn't let that happen to you. He'd never let you get hurt again under his watch. Which led to tonight, where you were servicing Rick James and he had a little too much meth.

Adrian watched as Rick slammed you against a wall, holding you by your throat. That was the moment he snapped. Adrian slid out of his Seabring at an intense speed, but not before he grabbed a pistol — silencer screwed onto the barrel. He stormed into the room, causing you to jump and turn to look at the intruder. Adrian. He had come to save you, or cause you more harm than good. Rick’s hands left your throat, and turned towards the vigilante in the motel rooms foyer. His gun was aimed at Rick’s head. Adrian was calm, calmer than he had ever been before. It had been craving this moment for months. Rick James dying by his hand, setting you free. You slowly backed away from Rick, but Rick grabbed your wrist and spun you back towards him. There was knife pressed against your throat and you felt the cold metal dig deeper into your skin, almost breaking skin.

“You shoot me and the girl gets it. You hear me?!“ Rick shouted, the knife now drawing small amounts of blood over the bruises that covered your neck.

Adrian didn’t know what to do. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to fucking shoot him dead and take you home, but he wouldn’t risk your safety. He would never do that. He saw the fear in your eyes, blood dripping down your neck and mascara running down your cheeks. He wanted to tell you it would be all over soon. But, he stood his ground. His pistol still raised towards Rick as he pondered his next move, “Let her go and I won’t kill you.”

Adrian saw the cogs slowly turning in Rick’s mind. Deciding if he trusted the vigilante enough to lower the knife and let you go, “Kick the gun across the floor towards me and I’ll let her go.”

Adrian looked back at you again, and you gave him a small nod, as if you were giving him permission to drop the gun. Adrian did as he was told, and kicked the gun at Rick. Once the gun was under Rick’s foot, he slowly released his grip on you and lowered the knife from your throat. Quickly, you ran towards Vigilante. Adrian grabbed you and pushed you behind him, shielding you from Rick’s eyes. Once Adrian noticed that Rick wasn’t reaching for the gun, he quickly grabbed your arm and ran out of the hotel room towards his car. He sped off into the night, back towards your home. He didn’t say a word for five minutes. You were the first to speak.

“W-what were you doing there, Addy?” You asked, hands fidgeting with one another. Your head was hung low, ashamed you had been caught by your boyfriend being abused by your employer.

“I watch you every night you are with him, Sweet,” Adrian said, surprisingly calm. His mask was ditched a little ways ago, and you notice him scrunching his nose to push his glasses further up his nose. The comment created butterflies in your stomach. It was a romantic sentiment, that on the nights you spent mostly in fear, Adrian was lurking around, waiting to jump at any possible sign of danger towards you.

“O-oh. T-Thank you, Addy,” You whispered out, still not daring to look at Adrian in the eyes. It was silent for a few minutes. You felt the ride your home getting closer to the end.

“I’m going to kill him, you know? I don’t care what you say anymore. I’ll move in and help you pay rent. I don’t care. I-I can’t see you get hurt anymore,” Adrian said after moments of silence. You pondered on your response. You wanted Rick dead. You wanted him out of your life, and you wanted a peaceful life with Adrian and Silas.

“I know, Addy. I-It’s okay. Y-You can do it. As long as you move in with me,” You responded, finally looking up at Adrian. His eyes were watery and you can tell he was struggling not to cry. His eyes left the road for a moment and met yours, and you greeted him with a smile.

“I would love nothing more, Sweet.”

It had been a few days since the incident between Vigilante and Rick. You hadn’t gone back out to work since, and you had horrible anxiety regarding it. Adrian had slowly started moving his things over. Some things, like his blood stained couch and mattress with holes in it, were not entering your house, but he had slowly started filling in the empty spaces of your home. Silas was over the moon when you told him Adrian was moving in. You hadn’t seen him this happy since you had bought him the LEGO Death Star for Christmas last year. Silas loved Adrian and saw him as his father figure, and the fact he would be a more permanent fixture in his life gave you and Silas so much joy. You had spent your day off tidying up the trailer and unpacking some of Adrian’s items. It was a nice spring day, and you the sunlight seeping through the curtains as you danced a long to a playlist you had put on. This good mood of yours was quickly ruined when you heard banging on your front door. Anxiety suddenly flooded your body, and your body quickly tensed at the noise. You slowly peaked through the peephole in the front door and went into shock. Rick James. You knew what was about to happen. Adrian had gotten in the way of Rick's business and you were going to pay the price for his idiocy. You clutched the countertop with all your force, nails bending over themselves and snapping against the immovable force. You were going to die. Rick had threatened it before — many times in fact.

The banging on the door wouldn’t stop, and you were frozen with fear. You didn’t know what to do. You let the your front door break open with a burst. Rick James stumbled through the door. You could smell the drugs and alcohol reeking off his body, even from here.

“W-What are you doing h-here, R-Rick?” You stuttered out, slowly backing away from him towards hallway.

“You haven’t been showing up to work, doll, and after that little stunt that you pulled on Friday, I think I have to let you go,” He said, still stalking towards you with dominance.

Tears started to drip down your cheeks, “P-Please don’t hurt me.”

Rick didn’t say anything after that. Instead, he began charging towards you down the hallway. You turn to run towards your bedroom, but were stopped by the strong grip of Rick’s hand. The bruises that were trying to heal stung under his touch, causing you to drop to the floor in pain. You tried to crawl away from him, but Rick grabbed your legs, and began dragging you back to the kitchen. You were screaming for help, for anyone to come save you. Of course the superhero next door had to be in jail. Once you were in the kitchen, Rick’s boot hit your chest in a hard thud. The wind was knocked out of you and his boot was still leaving pressure on your ribs. You swore you felt one crack under his boot. You were screaming for your life. You wished Adrian was here. You wished you could say goodbye to him, one last time. You hoped he would adopt Silas, and give him a good life. Rick’s boot met your face and you felt your nose break under in. He was searching through your drawers for something. A knife is what he pulled out of one of the drawers. Once the boot left your face, as he attempted to bend down to pick you up. You kicked him in the dick. He bent over in pain, dropping the knife on the ground with a clatter. You took this opportunity. The knife plunged into his chest and you didn't let it go. You watched blood pool out of Rick's mouth and the shock in his eyes when you pulled it out of his heart. You don't know what came over you. Maybe all the years of grooming and suffering he had put you through, but you shoved the knife back into his chest. And again, and again, and again. You looked him in the eyes each time you plunged it further into his chest. You could see the light dim from his eyes and you finally felt free. Your kitchen was a wreck, blood splattered all over the cabinets and a pool of blood beneath Rick James. You were covered in blood, too. Your hands, body, and face were covered in the warm blood of Rick James. When Rick James took his last breath, you spit the blood on his face and collapsed onto the linoleum floor. The knife clattered against the harsh cold linoleum and you were shaking so badly. You just killed a man. You finally killed Rick James. Fuck, you killed a man! Your head was racing and you cried on the kitchen floor next to a dead man and the refrigerator. Fuck, you need to call Adrian.

You slowly reached for your phone that was on the kitchen counter and dialed Adrian's number.

"Hey, Sweet. What's up? Silas is just on the monkey bars and he's actually pre—,"

"A-Adrian." Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming you had been just doing and Adrian could hear the shakiness in your voice. He knew something was wrong the second you opened your mouth.

"Sweet, baby. What's going on? Baby, what the fuc—,"

"I-I think I k-killed someone." It was whispered, not wanting to hear yourself mutter the words and desperately trying to block the sound out. Your eyes couldn't leave Rick's body.

"Holy shit. B-baby, are you alright? Fuck, I'm dropping Silas off at Mrs. Tanner's and I'm on my way okay? I'll be there in like five mintues. Don't move, okay? Just stay there." You could hear the wind rushing in the phone as Adrian ran to grab Silas and run to the car. You heard Silas's moans of a disappointment for leaving so soon and how Adrian promised he would take him to the park every day next week to make it up to him. You heard the seatbelt clicks of Silas's car seat and the roar of the engine and your eyes couldn't not fucking leave the dead body seeping blood in front of you.

Adrian stayed on the phone with you the whole drive, whispering into the phone that you would be okay, that he is almost there. You heard the tires of his car screech across the gravel road in front of your house and you heard Silas's cries as he asked what was going on. Maybe you tell him one day when he's old enough to understand what you did and why you did it. Maybe. Adrian burst through the broken front door and scrambled over to you in the kitchen. It looked like a fucking massacre. Blood sprayed all over the wooden cabinets and you — covered in blood — hunched against the white fridge. He knelt down and held your face between his hands — you still couldn't take your eyes off of Rick. Maybe because you were scared that if you did, he would come back to life. Or maybe because you didn't want to look at Adrian, and show him what you did.

"Baby. Baby, look at me. Baby! Are you alright? Sweet, c'mon." You finally let your eyes leave Rick's body and stared at your beautiful boyfriend in front of you. His hands are now also covered in the blood that covered you.

"Hey, baby. Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Shh, it's going to be alright." Adrian took you into his arms, blood now covering his clothes and he just held you. You weren't crying. You weren't, in fact, feeling anything. You felt empty — and it killed you because you enjoyed it when you watched Rick die in front of you. You enjoyed every second of it.

"A-Addy?" You mumbled out, voice still damaged from the force of Rick's hands against your throat — and all the screaming.

"Yes, Sweet? It's okay, I promise. I'll take care of it, okay?" Adrian said, hands stroking your blood-soaked hair and his body still pressed against you.

"H-how?"

"I'll take his body to the woods behind your house and bury him or something. No one is going to look for him, Sweet. He won't be missed." Adrian didn't ask you what happened or why Rick James was dead on your kitchen floor. He didn't push you for an answer. He just scooped you up and took you to the bathroom and washed all the blood off of your body. Scrubbing the dried blood from beneath your nails and gathering up your blood-soaked clothes that were pilled on the bathroom floor. He got you dressed into your pajamas and pressed a kiss to your head and told you he will be right back.

He dug a grave behind a tree deep in the woods behind your house and threw the rotting man in. Rick James won't be missed. Not by Adrian, not by You, and not by anyone else. He was a plague in this town and you had finally given it the cure. Adrian won't ever tell you this, but that was the moment he knew he was going to marry you. That was the moment he knew he would rather die than let anything happen to you or to Silas. He bought the ring on his phone while he burned your clothes on the forest ground. Mrs. Tanner had agreed to let Silas spend the night at her house and Adrian held you in his arms all night — after he cleaned all the blood off of the kitchen floor and bleached the cabinets clean of blood.

Adrian proposed a week later. He planned a weekend trip to Seattle and asked you on the waterfront. You said yes, obviously, and you guys made love in your hotel room all night. The wedding was a month later at the Evergreen Court House. The both of you didn't want a fancy wedding and the only people in attendance were Silas, Mrs. Tanner, and Marla. Adrian would have asked Peacemaker to be his best man but, he was in prison. Adrian adopted Silas a few weeks later. It was everything you had ever wanted. You had a husband whom you loved. Your child had a father who loved and cared for him as if he was his own flesh and blood. And the three of you would never spend a day apart again.

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Y/n and Wyatt were one the main couples at Seabr high. Zed and Addison may have been the most popular, but these two were close second. Everyone knew of them and either felt jealous of their bond or just wasn't having it for some reason. These two reactions usually lead to harmless teasing or some version of bullying teasing. One obviously was a lot better than the other.

Currently the two were in the school cafeteria sitting with their friends. Of course they sat next to each other and Wyatt had his arm around Y/n. 

"You two really can't be apart it seems." Eliza joked.

"Honestly I thought you two were bad." Willa joked back referencing Zed and Addison. 

Y/n rolled their eyes, "You two are just jealous because you're lonely." Wyatt gave them a high five. 

"Hey if I wanted someone I'd have them." Eliza joked back.

Willa high fived her, "You said it."

Conversations like this were completely normal in the friend group. Nothing said was meant to be offense or mocking. This was the harmless teasing that was light hearted. 

After the group's playful bickering a smaller group of kids passed. "Ya I know they're trying to be cute and all but it's honestly too much." Someone said.

"I know they're like 'Oh look at us, we're so perfect for each other' and whatever." Another mocked.

Eliza and Willa were about to throw hands because no one purposefully tried to make fun of their friends, but the group walked away quickly. Also insisted it was fine.

And the truth was that technically it really wasn't. It's just that the two had been dealing with this since they got together. It was just normal petty Seabrook high drama. They heard Zed and Addison complain about it first.

"One day I'm really going to say something!" Eliza spoke out.

Y/n put a hand on her shoulder, "Eliza calm down, it's fine. We're both used to it now."

It was time for Wynter to stand up, "You what know I'm going tell them something now whether you think I should not!"

Wyatt and Y/n always appreciated Wynter for her protective nature and just let her go. They knew that when she had an idea there was no way of stopping her. 

The two really had the bestest friends and the bestest partner. 

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A/n: this really just turned into me making the zombie/werewolf group a "protect the couples" club lol

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DE-CONSTRUKT potluck community dinner, film screening and philosophical discussion curated by Alexandra Banhazl Red Hook Brooklyn 41 Seabring Street, 3rd floor, Brooklyn, New York, USA 29th september 2019, 20h The artist´s video The GRAMMAR serial/GANGLAND: VERB will be screened and discussed. About the video work: In human evolution language comes into being for making the other understand one´s own position. Later humans developed tought pattern called ideologies. Ideologies like the fascist´s or communist´s thought patterns, even some religious sectarianism turns grammar and words into a killing tool by deviding humans into followers and enemys. Crucial to ideologist´s abuse of grammar is turning it´s communication function into a order message system. The ideology dominated communication is a one way communication and language is used to mark the orders which are essential to the progress of revolution, riot and mass killing justified by the thought pattern of the "righteous few". This is the point where ideologist´s abuse of words meets with that of organized crime. In nowadays language is not only the language of words but the language of images. There is no difference between words and images, the grammar of language and the grammar of photography or movie. Words tend to be more abstract. Images seem to tell us that "we get what we buy". But this is not true. Images are as highly manipulating as words. They follow grammar rules as words do and the rules behind them have a great impact on what we think, we see in them. And "the grammar of images" allows an even deeper impact of behind-the-image thought pattern on the viewer´s mind. About DE-CONSTRUKT: DE-CONSTRUKT studio in Red Hook Brooklyn invites creatives to join us for a potluck style community dinner. For this month’s DIN DIN we will be screening philosophical short films, hosted by our studio assistant/artist, Alexandra Banhazl. https://www.de-construkt.com/en/program

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Pwdr Blu----Kx5 (2) -2

Sparks----Meduza (1) -6

High Heels - Party Down Under----Flo Rida, Walker Hayes, *Sam Feldt remix

If We Ever Broke Up----Mae Stephens (8) -8

Just The Kinda Feeling----Yotto, Lost Boy (3) -9

Crying On The Dancefloor----Sam Feldt, Jonas Blue, Endless Summer, Violet Dayes (10) -15

Here We Go Again---Oliver Tree, David Guetta (3) -10

Sweet Goodbye----Robin Schulz, *Svidden remix (9) -12

Heaven----Niall Horan (1) -11

Hungry Heart----Steve Aoki, Galantis, Hayley Kiyoko (14) -21

Waterfall----Michael Schultz, R3HAB (15) -16

Feels This Good----Sigala, Mae Muller, Caity Baser, Stefflon Don (16) -29

Reborn----SIDEPIECE, *Kyle Walker remix (1) -14

Left & Right----Ownboss, FAST BOY (5) -23

Something's Coming----Cheat Codes, Lady A (4) -13

Take Me Home----VAVO, Clara Mae (11) -17

Gone (Da da Da)----Imanbek, Jay Sean -19

Lay Low-----Tiesto -18

Church Outfit-----Poppy -26

Waffle House----Jonas Brothers -96

Stereo----SUM SUN, Sly Chance -22

Good Time----The Dare -24

Upside Down----MEDUZA, Poppy Baskcomb -20

Whistle----Jax Jones, Calum Scott -28

Anyway----Cash Cash w/ Ruthanne -25

Jacare'------Sofi Tukker -75

Money On The Dash----ElleyDuhe, Whethan -31

Chasing Shadows----AlexWarren -36

Unholy----Sam Smith, Kim Petras, *Disclosure remix -32

River---Mylie Cyrus -43

Back To You---Lost Frequencies, Elley Duhe, X Ambassadors -27

Red Lights----Lane 8, Emmit Fenn, *EMBRZ remix -39

Stay Above----Lukas Graham -37

Sleepwalking----Matt Sassari, Goodboys -42

10:35-----Tiesto, Tate McRae -33

Never Not Gonna Dance Again----Pink, *Sam Feldt remix -38

Dancing's Done----Ava Max -47

Dancing All Alone----Morgan Page, TELYKAST -41

***Bright Lights------Kx5 f/ AR/CO -(new entry)

Pegasus----MEDUZA, Eli & Fur -54

Lovesick----Alan Walker, Sophie Simmons -34

Out Of My Mind----Little Image -35

Rhyme Dust----MK, Dom Dolla -57

Sing Your Lullaby----R3HAB, Mike Williams -58

Firewalk----Morgan Page, Lissie -46

You Know What I Need----PNAU, Troye Sivan -44

All Falls Down---Alonestar, Jethro Sheeran, Ed Sheeran -50

<>*No One Dies From Love----Tove Lo -(re entry)

Run A Red Light----Everything But The Girl -48

***So Many Ways To Get Downtown---Proxima Parada -(new)

Everything You Have Done----GENESI, *MEDUZA remix -51

Tornado----HI LO, (Oliver Heldens) -56

Heart Wants What It Wants----Bebe Rexha -53

Lennon----ESSEL -45

***I Wrote A Song----Mae Muller -(new)

***The Way----Manchester Orchestra -(new)

Lost Souls-----JefferySutoris, Jay Hardway -62

This Is What Losing Someone Feels Like----JVKE

Chemical----Post Malone -73

Change----Laurel -78

Dancing In The Courthouse----Dominic Fike -64

Hooked-----Sam Short -66

***Hey Little Mama----Morgan Evans -(new)

Mother----Meghan Trainor -70

Hanging On----Bob Moses, *CRi remix -61

Marching On-----Greg Gould, *Dave Aude remix -91

Sweat----ESSEL -92

***So Clear----Miya Folick -(new)

Broken----Isak Danielson, *Lost Frequencies remix -77

No One Knows Were Dancing----Everything But The Girl -79

Back To You----Bob Moses, *Amtrac remix -63

To Many Things----The Linda Lindas -80

Loving You----Cannons -82

Don't Give Up----Zoe Wees -93

Parallel Universe (That Should Be Me)----NIIKO & SWAE, Frawley -87

Rodman (live)----Mike -71

***Pieces----Dylan Conrique -(new)

Afraid Of The Dark-----Talk -93

I Will Fall----Pet Shop Boys -84

Begin Again----Jessie Ware -94

***Smack That-----Dubdogs, DJ Susan, CJ -(new)

***Don't Cry Tonight----Clueless, Block & Crown, *Rimini 1985 remix -(new)

Try Me---Jorja Smith -76

***Finally----Jonas Blue, RANI -(new)

***Don't Let Me Down----Gus Dapperton, BENEE -(new)

***Crying My Eyes Out----Frawley -(new)

***Deja Vu-----Abraham Alexander f/ Mavis Staples -(new)

***Break For You----Valley -(new)

***You-----Ari Abdul _(new)

***Miss Me The Same----Sara Kays, Anson Seabra -(new)

***Can't Forget You-----James Carter, Ofenbach, James Blunt -(new)

Happy----NF -95

***Roll The Dice----Bart Skills -(new)

***Like I Use To----Sonny Federa, Paul Woolford, Ella Henderson -(new)

***Don't Stop Roll----Rainbow Kitten Surprise -(new)

Part Of Me----Cian Ducrot -30

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