#that’s the same flavor of shit as saying Everyone Who Ever Took An Aspirin Is Problematic

[transmechanicus]

Adgssjhdsr Your tags on the transitioning is fascist post are great

People learn words and just decide they have whatever meaning they want to justify their unbelievably niche agenda. Twitter clowns fed nothing but a diet of buzzwords and Imaginary Discourse runoff don’t get to have opinions, i am homicidal.

[onehellofababysitter]

Hearts of the Divine~ Ghoulie OC Fanfic~ Chapter 3

((Chapter 3 :) Thanks so much to the lovely @srainebuggie and @sweetpea-cc for all their help writing this chapter, I appreciate both of you so so much <3))

((Tag list: @srainebuggie, @mrfangsfogarty, @sweetpea-cc, @theheavycrown, @topstory21))

Chapter 1 here and chapter 2 here

A dull headache was beginning to pound at the base of Carrie’s skull by the end of third hour, and by the time she was finished with the last hour, it was a full blown migraine that was barely held at bay by the aspirin she’d taken at lunch.

She waved goodbye to Kevin as she headed towards her motorcycle, wanting to go home before her headache got any worse. It was approaching levels of pain she hadn’t felt in a while, and before she knew it, she was home, having gotten there half on autopilot.

She registered the empty living room when she walked in the door, dropping her messenger bag by the front door and sliding off her jacket before tossing it vaguely in the direction of the chair neither her or Mal ever really sat in that was normally holding a stack of books or one of of their jackets. Carrie ran her fingers through her hair, twisting it into a loose braid before she flopped face down on the couch, sighing in relief when the darkness quieted the pounding in her skull a little. She had no idea how long she laid there before she heard a quiet laugh, but she turned her head to the side and cracked one eye open to glance up at Malachi, who stood over her shaking his head.

“That bad, huh?”

“You have no fucking idea. I couldn’t go five minutes without some Northsider trying to act all tough. Especially the damn football players. Gods I hate jocks.”

“Doesn’t everyone? Here, sit up.” She glared up at him, which didn’t do anything but make him laugh again. “I’m serious, sit up.”

“Make me, asshole.” He rolled his eyes, mouth curving into a smirk.

“We both know I could, Car, but I think you’ll stab me if I try, so just shut the fuck up and sit up.”

“You’re a dick.” She took her sweet time sitting up, cradling her head in her hands as the light stabbed back into her eyes, sending a fresh wave of pain through her skull. It was less bright than it had been when she walked in, so evidently he’d closed the curtains and turned the lights off for her.

“We’ll see if you’re still saying that in about five minutes.” His hands replaced hers, applying pressure at her temples with his thumbs and the back of her neck with his fingertips. She sighed and relaxed, moving a little closer. It might just be that he had a different way of doing it, but he was always better at massaging a headache away than she was, so she never turned him down when he offered. She griped at him when he pulled his hands away, opening her eyes to glare at him. “Still hate me?”

“Always. You’re an asshole.” He laughed and shook his head at her, standing up.

“We’ve both known that for a long time, yes. However, some of the guys went on an alcohol run earlier and I had them stop and get you a pineapple since you like the damn things so much.”

“What, you couldn’t be bothered to get it yourself? I see how much I mean to you, nothing more than a task to be relegated to someone else.” A smirk curved her lips as he stared down at her, raising an eyebrow.

“I swear sometimes I don’t know why the fuck I put up with you, you’re a pain in my ass.”

“Easy. I’m fucking adorable and a treasure to be around. And you love me.” She smirked at him, noticing an odd expression flicker in his eyes for a split second before he dropped his gaze from hers, fast enough she didn’t think much of it.

“Shut up and come help me cut this pineapple, I don’t know how the hell to do it.” She rolled her eyes and stood up, rolling her head from side to side until she felt the bones in her neck pop.

“Mal, how many times have you watched me cut a pineapple?”

“I don’t know, but that doesn’t mean I was paying enough attention to remember how the fuck to do it.” She laughed and moved past him to the kitchen, knowing he’d follow her.

She grabbed the knife she needed from the drawer, and held her hand out to catch the pineapple she knew he was about to toss to her, pulling it against her body as soon as it landed in her arm. Cradling it in one arm, she set the knife down and pulled one of the stems directly from the middle, nodding a bit when it came free easily into her hand. She made quick work of cutting it, knife slipping through the soft yellow flesh of the fruit as she cut it into small chunks, dumping them into the bowl Mal slid to her across the counter. She turned to toss the knife into the sink when she finished, turning again to throw away the empty husk before she picked up a piece and popped it into her mouth, smiling when the sweet sour flavor flooded into her mouth. He stared at her, shaking his head at her again.

“What? It’s good.”

“You do realize that stuff has a flesh eating enzyme in it, right? So it’s basically eating you back right now?” She grabbed four more pieces, taking a second to get a grip on them before holding eye contact with him and shoving all four pieces in her mouth, eyebrow raised. “I don’t even know why I bother anymore, you never listen to me.”

“That is so not true, I listen to you sometimes.”

“Uh huh. Name three times. I’ll wait.” She opened her mouth to respond to him, but for the life of her couldn’t come up with anything to say. The longer she stood in silence, deep in thought, the wider his smirk grew until finally he just burst into laughter. “Damn girl, you can’t even come up with one.”

“I can. Just not right now.”

“Must be the flesh eating enzymes. They’re already begun their work.”

“Oh my gods shut up about the enzymes in pineapples, how the fuck do you even know about that?” He made a face at her and reached across the counter to grab a piece of pineapple from the bowl.

“Because I paid attention in science class, Carrie.”

“You went to class? I’m shocked.” The chime of her phone sounded before he could respond, and she quickly licked the juice from the fruit off her fingers before she pulled it from her back pocket, reading the text.

Jonathan: Hey General. If you’re not better than all of us now since you went Northside, there’s some Serpents trying to start some shit if you want to pick a fight.

Carrie: It’s been one day, asshole. An annoying day full of fucking Northsiders. What the hell is up with the snakes?

Jonathan: Same thing as usual, Neck Tattoo and his little friends are currently trying to pick a fight with Kyle and Drew

Carrie: Where? That asshole needs his ass kicked again

Jonathan: There’s the General we all know and love. Fox Forest, just over the bridge

Carrie: Why the fuck are you guys out in the woods, you know I don’t like the woods

Jonathan: Yes, because we totally planned to get into a fight with snakes tonight. We were hanging out and then that dickwad showed up

Carrie. I hate all of you. I’ll be there in like ten minutes

Jonathan: Yes ma’am

“Everything good?” She locked her phone and slid it back into her pocket, nodding at Mal.

“Yeah. Just some Serpents starting some shit down in Fox Forest. I’m heading down there to help out.” He tipped his head at her, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Fox Forest? You hate the woods.” Carrie rolled her eyes at him as she slid the elastic out of her hair and ran her fingers through it, loosening it from the braid.

“Yeah, well. I’m in the mood for a fight.”

“I swear to god you are the most violent female I’ve ever met in my entire goddamn life. Don’t break your hand this time, please,but I know I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this, so go ahead.” She hit him on the shoulder when she walked past him into the living room, grabbing her jacket and sliding it on before pulling her boots back on.

“Wasn’t going to ask for your permission in the first place, but thanks.” She slipped out the door with a quick goodbye, breathing in the cool night air before setting off for Fox Forest. The place where Jonathan said they’d be was within easy walking distance, and usually when her and Sweet Pea got into a fight, it was never bad enough that she couldn’t walk home. The two of them were like baking soda and vinegar, a reaction triggered every time they were around each other, fast and violent. Something about him always got under her skin, and from the way he was around her, she got under his too.

She got so wrapped up in her thoughts that before she knew it, she stood facing the bridge into Fox Forest. Taking in a deep breath and releasing it in a low sound of frustration, she headed in, the sound of voices alerting her to where her guys were, and she broke through the trees into the small clearing, taking in the sight of two of her Ghoulies facing three Serpents.

“Easy there boys, what’s going on?” Sweet Pea turned to face her, fire in his eyes that ignited the anger that simmered under her skin.

“Just a civil discussion, Princess. Nothing to worry your pretty head over.”

“Sure doesn’t sound like a civil discussion to me, asshole.” Sweet Pea smirked at her, the edges of his smile sharp as a blade.

“Go ahead and take off, boys. I’m good here alone.” His Serpents sent him confused looks, but with a jerk of his head and a sharp look, they turned and left, one of them sending a glare Carrie’s way.

“You think you’re strong enough to take on all four of us?” Carrie sent a warning glance at Jonathan, a silent admonishment for his outburst, and he nodded in understanding, stepping back.

“No, but I do know there’s more of us out tonight. Couple of them were mentioning trying to tag your territory.” She knew he was baiting her, trying to get her to send her boys away and leave them alone, but she wouldn’t put it past him to double bluff her and be telling the truth.

“Go on, boys. Get a group, canvas the borders, see if there’s any truth to a snake.”

“Carrie-”

“What did I just say?” She turned her gaze from Sweet Pea to Jonathan, pinning him with the sharp look she reserved for when she was giving orders, watching him shrink back from her.

“Canvas our borders.”

“So why the fuck are you still here? When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it, do you understand me?” He nodded once, not looking her in the eye before backing away from her, waiting until he was in the tree line to turn and walk away, Kyle and Drew close behind him. A quiet laugh beside her had her turning back to Sweet Pea, anger still simmering in her blood.

“Dissension among the ranks, Princess? Must be frustrating.”

“And you wouldn’t know anything about being frustrating, would you, snake?” He moved a few steps closer to her, his movements casual with an undercurrent of the speed and strength she knew rested just beneath the surface.

“No more than you would. I honestly don’t know how anyone puts up with you, volatile as you are.”

“Speak for yourself. Why the fuck do you even keep trying to pick fights with me, can you not get anyone else to pay attention to you?” She saw something flicker deep in his eyes, a different fire than normal, as he shifted closer, almost backing her into a tree.

“Seems like it’s pretty easy to get you to pay attention to me, Princess.”

“It’s called annoyance, Sweets. Are you so desperate for attention you have to come to a Ghoulie to get it? Poor boy, life must be so hard. So alone and unloved you have to annoy someone to get them to look at you.” He moved forward faster this time, forcing her to move back until her back hit the rough bark of a tree, his hands on either side of her, caging her between his body and the tree. She moved to shove him away, but froze when his hand cradled the side of her face, gentle and rough at the same time. He barely gave her a second to relax before his lips connected with hers, warm, soft, and demanding. She tensed, unable to lean back, but his thumb stroking along her cheekbone had her brain shutting off and she was suddenly kissing him back. He moved from her lips to her jaw and down to the curve of her neck.

“What was that about me being annoying?” He moved away from her, staring down into her eyes with a smirk curving his mouth, attempting to trivialize things, but she refused to let him.

“Uh uh, Sweets. You don’t get to act like that didn’t just happen, shut the fuck up.” She grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and yanked him back down to kiss her again, a flash of victory shooting down her spine when his arm dropped from the tree to circle around her, pulling her closer to him. Her arms circled around his neck as best they could with the difference in height, and his other hand had just slid into her hair when her phone rang. He pulled away, his arm still wrapped around her as she cursed under her breath and yanked her phone out of her back pocket.

“What, Mal?”

“Turns out the snake was right, the boys found Serpents trying to tag our territory. They said you were alone with Sweet Pea. You good?”

“I’m fine, Mal. It wasn’t much of a fight anyways.” Sweet Pea’s hands had dropped to her waist, thumbs running back and forth along the exposed skin, and she dropped her head back against the tree, noting his smirk.

“Good. You might want to come back soon, the Serpents will be out for revenge after the fight your guys got into.”

“They’re not mine, but yeah, I’m heading back soon. They ended up being further in than I thought, I’ll be back in like ten minutes.” At his confirmation, she hung up, moving to put it back into her back pocket before Sweet Pea pulled it out of her hand. “Hey. What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you my phone number, Princess.” His fingers were moving quickly across the screen, adding himself into her contacts.

“What makes you think I want it?”

“That fact that you were about four seconds from having your tongue in my mouth.”

“I… I didn’t-” He cut her off with another kiss, smirking against her mouth when her lips moved with his. He pulled away, his hand running gently along the line of her jaw before he released her, handing her phone back.

“Text me later, Princess.” She watched him walk away, heat flooding through her veins and pooling low in her stomach.