#[everytime I find the bags of pins I cry/sigh]

[blossomingbellflower]

Do you guys ever think about your failures or your regrets. One of mine is just the number of unsold pins I made with my lame ass drawing skills. I cringe looking at some of these pins and how I’m stuck with them~ never to recuperate the money I lost. Meanwhile the platform I used and I haven’t deactivated yet, bills me a statement every month and all the messages I get are scammers. Sighhh.

My pins are cute and messy—someday I’ll figure out how to get rid of them.

[cynettic]

Hey! Can I request the "You wear their shirt that's too big for you the morning after a steamy night "but with childe, kaeya ,albedo and zhongli! Thank you

Reader x Genshin NSFW

Summary - You wear their oversized shirt after a steamy night.

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Childe / Zhongli / Kaeya

Warnings - NSFW so no minors plsss

A/N - Someone else asked for Albedo, so I’ll do that one soon! Hope you liked these ones though :) They’re a bit more descriptive than the last ones I did tho- so be careful if you’re not into that.

Childe

Often busy, the one instance where he has a bit of time before work passes by, and you walk out in his large shirt after a steamy night.

At this time in the morning, he’s sipping his morning coffee, eyeing the newspaper or whatever’s on the table.

That all changes when you walk in.

Of course he notices, and resting his elbow on the couch arm, he simply stares. Doesn’t attempt to hide his flirtatious smile and just waits till you notice his very persisting gaze.

When you turn to him, his eyes give you the sensation you might as well be bare naked.

“When did I ever say you could wear my shirt?”

He says this teasingly ofc, you wearing his shirt is the hottest thing he could’ve seen all day. Makes him very happy.

But you deciding to tease him right back, you pout, tugging at the hem of it. “You dont want me to wear it?” He tries to protest and say it was a joke and not to take it personal, but before he can even start, you pull the shirt off.

You have nothing under the shirt.

Nothing.

Flinging the shirt back into his lap, you turn back to the bedroom. “There you go, I’ll find something else to wear.” You make sure to strut, hips swaying from side to side as you touch the doorframe.

You don’t make it to the bedroom.

Childe’s hand glides down your pelvis, wrapping around your waist as the other pulls your hair back so he can give you a kiss on the neck. You’ve captured his full attention, and even though he has work soon, your antics stirred him up.

God… now all he wants to see is you ‘begging’ for him.

Childe has the awful tendency to turn almost everything into a competition, and you struck a nerve. He will waste no time in letting you know who is in control of who.

He pins your arms above your head, holding your wrists in one hand with ease. But holding you so tightly up, your back is arched, posture straight and breasts perked outwards with the awkward position.

“That was awfully bold of you Y/n~”

His other hand cups your breast, molding it in his hand. Index finger pressing down on your nipple while the rest of his hand rubs your tits in a down and up motion. You sink into the feeling, a content sigh leaving your lips as you lean into his touch.

Still sore from yesterday, Childe certainly wasnt gentle or merciful, and this contact is softly blissful compared to yesterday.

Till he pinches your little nipple in his hand, twisting it slowly and hearing you whine in annoyance.

Instead of moving onto the next breast, his hand moves down, gloves brushing against your stomach and your hips. Until its rested on your inner thighs, and he’s just caressing and stroking the skin of your thigh.

His black gloves are everything.

You unconsciously press your legs together, mewling at the sensation so close to your heat. You try to lean further into his hand so he can rub against your throbbing core, but his hand capturing your wrists keeps you firm, not letting you move an inch.

Childe moves teasingly slow.

His gloved finger rubs against your clit ever so softly, pressing deeper against it and then pulling away completely.

“C-Childe…”

“Hmm? Speak up Y/n.”

He adds a second finger, but continues only to rub your pussy. A torturous sensation that makes you buck your hips in desperation to feel his fingers sliding in.

“Childe… please.”

You speak louder this time, and he rubs harder.

“Please what? You’ve got to be more specific Y/n.”

He loves the way he has complete and utter control over you, your reactions, the noises and expressions you make. That even if you’d had the audacity to expose yourself and strut away, he still had control. That in this battle, he’d won.

“Stick your fingers into me,” you groaned out, louder than the previous sentence. “Please- please…”

His gloved finger poked at the tip of your needy hole, rubbing around the edge just until your eyes watered with frustration, and you tried to grind against the sensation. Again unable to with his hold on your wrists.

“P-please!”

It was only when you were begging that he shoved his finger in ruthlessly, pushing in and out. Your legs rubbed together, thighs pressing tightly around his hand as he added a second finger, and you were left gasping and moaning out his name.

When he added a third finger, your knees were trembling and it was only his grip on your wrists and the hand buried in your pussy that kept you standing. He leaned into your neck, his breath fanning your ear when he asked you who you belonged to.

“Y-you…” you breathlessly answered, coming close to your climax with every thrust of his gloved fingers. Pumping up into that G spot so hard that it left you crying out.

And then he pulled out his fingers, loosening the grip on your wrists.

“Good.”

Trembling and writhing just for him, he’d leave you bare and needy. Not letting you climax with him until he came back home from work.

Punishment for trying to tempt him earlier.

He licked your juices from his gloves, sucking on them and lapping them with his tongue. Just for you of course, laying on the ground whining and wet, so close to your climax yet stopped at the heat of the moment.

With a big wide grin, he waves his hand in a goodbye, grabbing his bag from the corner of the room before heading to the door. Fulfilled, watching you beg for him and shamelessly admit that you were his was the perfect start to his morning, and of course your revenge for teasing him earlier.

“See you after work Y/n~!” And with a wink he’s off.

Zhongli

For some reason, after a steamy night with Zhongli, the morning left you sensitive.

Not only physically, but especially mentally. To a point where getting up with the aching throb of your thighs was just enough to send you over the edge and sobbing.

You head to the kitchen, Zhongli’s shirt draped over your figure. He’s of course sitting in his rocking chair, reading glasses on as he scans something that he’s reading. Probably one of Liyue’s historical books.

You heat up some pancakes, planning on making the two of you a nice breakfast to start the day off. But grabbing the maple syrup, after opening the lid and stepping forward to spread it on the pancakes, your foot slid on something slippery on the floor, and you’re sent tumbling back.

Zhongli is leaning over you in seconds.

But the fall isnt the issue, and with the maple syrup in your hand, the bottle had tipped into the inside of Zhongli’s shirt, the one you were wearing, dripping into his shirt and onto your body. You’d managed to set it straight, but not after maple syrup was sent streaming down your chest and down your stomach.

“Im sorry…”

Tears gather at your eyes, and you try to wipe them away before Zhongli can see. Nothing was going right today, and you just wanted a distraction, something to keep your mind off of your emotional state.

“Itrs alright dear… would you like me to prepare a bath for you?” Zhongli is so soft and kind as he offers his help, thumb stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

You dont want a bath.

Even with maple syrup everywhere on your body, sticky, you don’t want to leave the floor. A sob breaks past your lips, and you shake your head. “No… I just want it to go away…” your hands are shaking, and you slowly remove Zhongli’s shirt from your body, the maple syrup clinging to your form.

His eyes trail over the gooey mess you seem to be in, and he takes his shirt back, unsure of what to do. As the geo archon, theres not much he can do about the maple syrup, and his insides twist when hearing you sob.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and slowly trails it to your lips, satisfied when it seems to calm you down. You push him closer, until his head is on the same level of your chest, and the maple syrup dripping down your breasts.

Without thinking, he goes to lick it, the sweet taste of maple syrup in his mouth.

He backs away instantly, afraid that the action only saddened you further. But it was the opposite, and you stared at him wide eyed, tears threatening to spill. With a sniff, you wiped the tears away again, “That… didnt feel bad.” Was all you said.

Zhongli wasnt sure what to make of it, and leaning closer, he only licked the sticky liquid off your cleavage again, listening to the intake of breathing. When he glanced up, you were staring straight at him.

“It felt… nice.”

You were no longer crying, which meant that to Zhongli, he’d done something right. He didnt stop licking there, and dedicating his tongue to wiping every spot of maple syrup on your body, the two of you stayed draped there for a while.

His mouth completely engulfed your breast, tongue swirling around the lengh of it as he sucked in the sticky liquid. Your breathing grew erratic, but every time he’d look up to ask you if you were alright, you’d simply say that it was fine.

Zhongli began to realize that you were really turned on by the time he reached your core, and the maple syrup wasnt the only liquid drenched there. He didnt waste any time in pressing his head into your thighs, knowing from experience that you liked it. And that instead of pain, his tongue gave you pleasure.

So thats what he did, sucking, nipping, and licking every part of your cunt until you were shaking, and your inner thighs were tight against his head.

He would’ve pulled back, but no matter how much he licked your pussy, the sweet taste still coated his tongue everytime, meaning that there was still some maple syrup. It was until his tongue dug into your needy hole that he realized where the sweet taste was coming from.

It only motivated him to get rid of it.

He’d seen your tears, seen how shamed and embarrassed you were to have the sticky liquid all over you. He knew he couldnt get rid of it with his tongue, but if it made you feel better enough to take a bath after, it was worth it.

His hands grabbed the balls of your ass, slowly massaging them against his fingers before using them to thrust his tongue deeper into your wet cunt. Pushing your ass and hips with his large hands and thrusting them towards his head in rhythm with the lapping of his tongue sent you on overdrive.

Your legs were shaking, and instead of gasps, little mewls of pleasure sputtered out of your mouth. Hands tangled in his hair, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

It felt like orgasm after orgasm, Zhongli still pressing his face against your pussy and licking every sweet spot. But there was always more, and you were going numb by the time he pulled away, your body sore and writhing after the intense feeling of pleasure.

“Theres too much,” Zhongli said softly, wiping the sides of his mouth as he stared at your fatigued face. “I could keep going if you’d like-? “

Your mood instantly boosted up, and with a chuckle at the poor archons innocent stare, you shrugged. “A-alright, a little bit more I guess…” Even as your core felt numb and your thighs still shook at how tightly you’d been clenching them around Zhongli’s head, the sensation was too good.

With a small smirk, Zhongli dug back down, hands groping your ass again as he sunk into the sensation of your pussy.

Kaeya

You woke up horny.

By the time you walked out of the bedroom with Kaeya’s shirt on, your intentions were very clear. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, reading over something that looked like a report for work. You didnt give him the time to think as you plopped down on his lap.

Directly facing him, he seemed surprised as you wore his shirt, sliding in closer to him inch by inch until you could feel the firmness of his dick against you. It was then that he chuckled, realizing what you were getting at.

“Oh? My my Y/n, so daring~”

He only leaned back, setting the report down and putting his hands against the couch to sit back and watch you.

“Now now, dont feel deterred, I want to see you take charge for a change.”

And so you tried.

Grinding your core against his throbbing member, he winced, the ever so calm smirk never leaving his face. So he simply watched, watched as you slowly took his shirt off your body, revealing the form he loved so much. It took all his control not to take you by the arm and carry you to the bed, a second round after last night.

But watching you struggle was oh so much better.

You fumbled with his jean buttons, hands trembling as you slowly slid them down his legs to reveal his giant member. You always had trouble fitting him in, but he always took control and made sure you were ready for him before he thrust into you.

Sliding down his boxers, you gulped, thighs trembling as you positioned his dick above your pussy.

Kaeya only chuckled as you slowly sank down into him, only taking in the tip of him before you whimpered. Your hands came to clench around the buttons of his vest, breaths coming ragged as you tried your best to lower deeper into him.

“Having trouble?”

You wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, fill him with pleasure and send him into the same ecstasy youd felt last night. So that he couldnt tease you about it, so that he could look at you evenly and admit that you were just as good as it as he was.

But god he was too big…

You could barely lower yourself any deeper, only reaching quarter way before the your legs shook and your inner thighs squeezed with need. But he was too much, and every little movement sent you into a fit of squeaks and whimpers.

Kaeya’s hands groped your ass, and with a sigh he slowly began to tug you further down. Slow, achingly painfully slow. You grabbed at his wrists, begging him to stop.

“Kaeya… it hurts…” you nearly sobbed, tears threatening to spilled onto your cheeks.

“Alright, I’ll leave it up to you then.”

He removed his hands, but you were now halfway through and pulling out would be just as excruciating as fully embracing him. You were stuck, thighs shaking so badly you had no option but to sink lower, legs threatening to give out on you from the sheer effort.

You mewed and whined when you couldnt stop the slow motion of your cunt taking in Kaeya’s dick. And no matter how you tried to resist and keep your thighs from taking any more of him, they always collapsed and you were back to slowly leaning deeper into him.

Finally, when you’d sank to the bottom and had fully engulfed his dick, your face was tear stained, sniffles escaping your lips. But Kaeya didnt move, staying still and refusing to help you. It took everything you had to slide up his length and collapse back on him.

Up and down, up and down, the process was torturous but you could feel the pleasure building up in your chest everytime you took him in. Even Kaeya started to enjoy it as your pace quickened, your breasts bouncing up everytime you fell down back into him.

“Kaeya…” you whimpered through lidded lashes as your hands gripped his chest. “K-Kaeya…”

He came at the same time you did, and you were left sitting on his cock more tired than before. Inner thighs trembling, your walls clenched around him. Holding back a moan, you tried to lift yourself off of him, finding yourself unable to do so.

“K-Kaeya…”

With a chuckle, he finally leaned forward. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, and rubbing the swollen bruises of your inner thighs, he lifted you up, only to send you back down into him.

“My turn Y/n~”

[obsessive-ego]

Wait? Demons go into heat?

Unestablished musical Beetlejuice x reader

Nsft

Beej goes into heat for the first time while knowing you

Dubious consent and masturbation warning

"Y/n, we need to talk"

You look up from your phone and quirk a brow at the statement, it was weirdly serious for your friend, at first you assumed he was getting ready to mess with you or something, until you noticed the purple hue that has taken over his form.

"Are you okay?" You utter softly

The demon sits down next to you on the couch and sighs

"Okay, y/n, I am going to go away for a bit" he refused to look at you, his voice was small and very unlike him, but this made sense, you knew beetlejuice didnt like going to the netherworld on his little business trips, so this behavior started to make more sense.

"Oh okay-"

"I just dont want to hurt you"

What? You freeze.

The ghoul sighs again, before finally meeting your eyes and gently grabbing your hands

"Y/n I'm going into heat next week and I need to be away from you-"

You snort out a laugh, pulling your hands from the ghoul's grasp, so this WAS a joke, going into heat?

Your laughter was short lived when beetlejuice grabbed your shoulders to get you to focus on him.

"Y/n I'm not kidding"

focusing back to the ghoul, it was obvious he was serious, spots of red peaking through the purple was a grim reminder he wasnt joking.

"I-"

"I'm a demon y/n, I'm gonna go into heat, and all I'm gonna do is want to fuck, and I dont trust myself to be around you, I'm gonna go away till it's over, and I NEED you NOT to say my name, just promise me that"

You nod

Never in your time of knowing the ghoul was he ever so serious, honestly it was scary, was his heat so bad he'd just jump you without consent? IT'S best not to dwell on it.

...

It's been a few days since beetlejuice disappeared for your own safety, it wasnt so bad, before he left he was very fidgety and practically glowing pink, the hug goodbye was awkward, the ghoul held you longer then normal and let out a soft whine, guess his cycle was starting.

You couldnt help but daydream about how hot it would be to have the demon rail you senseless in his heat, yes you had a crush on him, but you sure as hell weren't ready to express those feelings, especially during his heat cycle.

The week goes by, you enjoy your silence, and are very productive, it's not like you dodnt enjoy Beetlejuice's presence, it's just not easy to get chores done with him being under foot. You always took the opportunity to get stuff done when beetlejuice wasnt around, you loved him yes, but alone time was important, between getting stuff done, and just relaxing his absence was nice, though you did miss him, but as the week went on, you could help but forget as to why the demon had to vanish, work was rough, and as exhaustion took over your body, peices of your discussion fell to the side of your tried brain, something about heading to the netherworld for a bit, a business trip probably, not that you believed the demon HAD a real job anyways.

As the week comes to an end you go into auto pilot mode, friday was the end of a work week and you and Beetlejuice's movie night.

Coming home from work you had only one thing on your mind, lazing about with your friend and watching shitty horror movies. Everything you did was on auto pilot, tossing your bag aside as you head to your bedroom to swap out your work clothes with something much more cozy, fuzzy pajama pants and a baggy shirt.

You wander from your room tapping away on your phone, ordering the pizza you and beej normally share, you always payed ahead and let the demon believe him scaring off the delivery guy ment free food, you enjoyed Beetlejuice's awful jokes, and that wide toothy grin he gave you when he assumed him scored the two of you a free meal, but in all good consciousness you couldnt let that happen, you'll just the demon believe he's doing you a favor WHILE he's showing off.

You plop down on the couch, everything was set for a fun night of hanging with your pal, you havent seen him all week, for the life of you, you couldnt remember as to why beetlejuice wasnt around, something about going to the netherworld? Probably another business trip, whatever he was always so mopey when he had to leave, he'd probably be thrilled to have a easy hang out right? Well it's been a week and if beej wasnt done with whatever nonsense he had to take care of he could leave, simple as that.

You get up from the couch and holler "beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice"

The lights flicker, then go out completely, you huff through your nose, this wasnt new, been was all about making an entrance.

"Y/N"

you flinch at the tone, harsh and angry, not exactly how he tended to great you when summoned, he was messing with you right?

Unfortunately in the pitch dark you couldnt see him to confirm this thought.

Before you could do or say anything, you're pushed back into the couch

"Beetlejuice-" you cry,

"I missed you honey, couldnt stop thinking about that soft warm body of yours" he purred, you face burned with embarrassed, yes beetlejuice tended to flirt with you, but this felt different, more

Intense

"What?" You utter

Before you could elaborate you felt the weight of him crawling up onto your lap, the ghoul grabs your chin, the demon leans into your face, your eyes now accustomed to the dark you were able to make out a bit of the ghoul before you, just not enough to make heads or tails of what's going on, as the ghoul leans closer to you, pressing his weight against your trapped form, he takes a long inhale through his nose.

"Oooh~ I missed you so much baby~" he moans out in a whisper.

"Okay knock it off beej" you groan, clearly embarrassed and done with this embarrassing joke, as you try to shove the demon off, this whole charade of his, everytime you summoned him he would tease you and mess with you for a laugh, but being this weird? More legit? That was new, maybe he was just upping his game to.mess with you?

Your shoves were only greeted with a growl, you huff and finally shove beetlejuice off you completely, with ungrateful thud the ghoul hits the ground.

"Seriously Beej what's gotten into you?" You sigh walking away from him to turn on the lights.

The ghoul grows at you sudden absence, not that you noticed, with a click the room fills with light. You frown, beetlejuice was gone, great he was in a pranking mood, you sigh, it's been a long week and you just wanted to relax and watch an awful movie. With that thought you are knocked to the ground with a rough shove from the back, and with a shriek and a thud you land on your stomach, you freeze as you feel the weight being pressed against your back, the culprit had crawled onto your back, practically laying on top of you.

"Baby wants to play rough tonight huh? Daddy will allow it~"

"Beetlejuice seriously, I don't want to play these games i- oh fuck" it hit you, it finally clicked why you havent seen the demon in over a week, he told you, and you fucking forgot, you got to caught up in your own routine and exhausting life, you forgot.

"Uh, beej? Can you please get off-"

"Soon baby, I'll get off soon" the ghoul purrs in your ear, his body firmly pressed against yours, you freeze as you feel a sudden hardness poking between your butt cheeks, you could hear your heart pounding away in your ears, you like beetlejuice yes, but you weren't ready to tell him, let alone let him fuck you on the floor. You were frozen unsure what to do, been warned you, and you forgot. You could banish him, 3 times in a row is all you need, and when this cycle is over this will be something the two of you can laugh about right?

"you smell so good honey~" your pulled from your thoughts with the ghoul's gravely purr

"Beetlejuice beetlejuice bee-" your voice was small and shaky

You gasp and curse at the sensation of something cold and wet trailing up your neck

"And you taste even better~"

You try again "beetlejuice beetlejuice bee-" again you were cut short with a familiar hand cupping against your mouth

"I dont wanna leave baby" he groans, lightly grinding his ever herding cock against your ass "I missed you, I missed your warmth, I missed your scent, i missed your sweet voice, I'm sick of being alone, i need you y/n" his grinding picks up in pace, the ghoul practicallydry humping you into the carpet, you yelp and squirm, in which beetlejuice responds with a soft moan.

"Beej please" you cry, a weird mix of arousal and fear fill your chest, in all honesty, you could find this whole situation pretty hot, but not now.

With the cry of your voice the ghoul flips you over, having you lay on your back. You finally get a good look at beetlejuice, as he hovered inches above you, pinning you below him.

The ghoul's once Forrest green hair was now a wild electric pink, almost magenta, his pupils once round, now resembled the eyes of a snake. Beetlejuice was practically drooling, and though the demon didnt need to breath, you sure could hear him breathing hard almost panting. You've never seen your ghost like this before,so  this was heat? Again, other circumstances thos could be very hot.

"Bee?" Was all you could muster

The demon started back at you, wordless, it felt like forever until he closed the gap between you, burying his face in your chest, hands finding themselves placed along the hem of your pajama pants.

Beetlejuice was a mess, blabbering on and on "you smell so good, you feel so good, I need ya babes, I need ya bad, please let daddy fuck you" he whined, all the while he kept nuzzling your breasts. As if that was a distraction, the ghoul's hands began to tug on the hem of you pants, slowly he began to tug on them, slowly shimmying them down.

You were alerted to this action with the familiar squeeze of the demon's hand on your bum.

"Beej WAIT" you cry

Unfortunately on deaf ears, the ghoul continues his actions as your pants are finally removed and quickly tossed aside.

Your legs now fully bare were now free realestate to cold undead hands desperate for soft warm skin.

His his hands traveled up and down your legs, always stopping at the rear for a good long squeeze, you squirm and pant at the stimulation.

"You like that doll? You getting all hot under the collar with just a little touching~" he purred looking up for your chest.

You couldnt bare to look him in the eye, it was all too much, truth be told, you werent NOT enjoying his attention.

"Lawrence please-" you whine, not really sure as to what you were pleading, was it for him to stop? Was it for him to go further? So much was happening you felt like this really wasnt real.

But it sure as hell felt real when you felt the ghoul snap the waist band of your panties, you gasp and try to sit up, only to be pushed back down against the carpet.

The ghoul sighs and goes back to his babbling.

"I need this babes, I need you so much, I need you so bad it hurts, nothing else was good enough, I NEED you"

You could feel your ears burning at this, he really wanted you over anything else, it was probably just his heat talking, but in an odd way it was sweet.

You couldn't help but give the ghoul a soft smile at his desperate words, unfortunately the smile was quickly dropped and replaced with gritted teeth as you felt the demon's cold hands quickly yanking down your, now damp with arousal, panties.

"Beetlejuice STOP" you cry

Simple hum was your response

As the garment slowly made it's way down your legs you tried in vain to reason with the lust driven demon, all of your crys were responded the same, ignored.

As the garment made it to your ankles you made one last attempt to reason with beetlejuice

"Beetlejuice please, this isnt like you, just stop and we can just forget this-"

Before you could finish that sentence, as soon as the damp garment was free from your form, the ghoul vanished.

You prop yourself up on your forearms, glancing around the empty room, you slowly sit up on your bare bum, waiting, waiting for another knock down, ments pass and nothing.

You slowly and carefully get up off the floor, glancing around as you walk over to your pajama pants that were tossed aside, you gently slide them on, still staying vigilant.

As the night goes on you're on high alert, waiting to be tackled down or something, but as time dragged into the early early morning, it clicked, beetlejuice wasnt going to do anything else, you finally sigh in relief, and try not to think about how he vanished AFTER  your underwear were removed, and missing completely, you assumed they would have wound up as the same place as where your pants were thrown, unless, he took them with him, you cover your mouth and stare at the floor, you paise for a moment, mind swimming with all the lewd things he could be doing with them, this didnt help how you were all hot and bothered from the ghoul's early actions.

Slipping into bed that night, knowing beetlejuice was gone, you felt okay to tend to those desperate feelings between your legs, you carefully pull out your hidden vibrator and gingerly slip it beneath the covers and eagerly bring it to your desperate sex.

Of course

You werent the only one tending to a desperate need.

Beetlejuice now on the roof of your apartment building, a mix of purple and pink have taken over his form, your panties held tightly in his hand.

Did he feel like shit for losing control and jumping you? Yes

Was he glad your dumbass forgot and called him anyway so he could smell you and feel your soft warm skin? Also yes

Sitting on the edge of roof, not that anyone could see him, he takes the freshly woren garment to his nose and inhales the scent of your excited sex, the purple from the demon's hair is quickly replace with a mix of pink and magenta.

"You smell so good baby" he growls

His free hand fumbles with his pants trying to free his full erection, hell the moment he saw your face he was ready to go.

This wasnt the first time beetlejuice went into heat, not by a long shot, but it WAS his first time going into heat knowing you, and fuck, you were all he wanted.

Having you call him, smelling you, seeing you, feeling you, hearing your sweet voice, hes honestly surprised he didn't blow his load while he was humping that cute rump of yours, he drools remembering how he could feel your warm bum against his cold cock, the demon could only imagine how glorious your pussys warmth was gonna feel.

The night was long and lonely for the demon but the memory of you beneath him and the scent of your desire was enough to keep him content, bit next heat cycle? The demon will have you in his pocket and ready to help him out.

Bonus

Sunday

You wake up late and head to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and start your day, at the little table you had in your little kitchen sat beetlejuice, across from him was a hot and ready cup of coffee

"Morning" the ghoul said plainly, giving you an awkward smile, hints of purple popping up in his hair

"Morning" you respond softly sitting down across from the demon and accepting his 'peace offering'

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before beetlejuice breaks it

"So about the other night-" he starts, averting your gaze and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Its fine, you werent yourself, you warned me, and I forgot"

The ghoul stares back at you, bug eyed and dumbfounded, was it really gonna be this easy?

"I guess you're back to yourself huh?" You try to make a positive note to this awkward situation

"Uh yeah, just kinda horny, not full on horny" he chuckles rubbing the back of his neck.

This was gonna be an awkward bump to get over.

[corysmiles]

Giant house au! Technos had a sick day with Phil shinking down to help take care of him. They all probably thought Techno always carrying his sword even around the house was Techno being dramatic before Phil had to start using it for a lot of things.

But what about the opposite? Maybe two of the giants are out for a day or two, and the one who stayed behind got sick. Techno tries his best to take care of them despite his size.

-❤ anon

Sick Day

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Giant House AU

CW: language

Notes: I’m gonna make it Tommy who stayed home with him since they haven’t had much bonding time, and so sorry it took literally forever for me to get back to this (also I’m blaming all grammar mistakes on me being sick)

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Techno had no idea how to help a sick giant. He was already so tiny compared to the house he lived in, so trying to independently get medicine for his sick brother was way more difficult than it should have been.

Phil and Wilbur had left just the day before, which normally wouldn’t be a big problem. Techno was fine getting around on his own, especially since Tommy was staying with him.

He just didn’t plan on Tommy catching a fever while none of the other giants were there.

While Techno pondered how to actually get up to the giant’s medicine cabinet Tommy laid down curled up in his bed shivering every so often. He looked terrible.

And sounded awful too.

Earlier Techno had tried to crawl up to give him his shrinking potion, but everytime the boy sneezed it sent Techno flying… And the giant couldn’t hold him either since they both feared he’d cough and accidentally drop the human.

So there wouldn’t be any touching the giant.

Next Techno tried to make him soup thinking it might at least make him feel a little more comfortable. Though quickly he realized he couldn’t even get into the cabinet with human-sized pans without a giant’s help…And Tommy wouldn’t be getting up any time soon. Not even to mention that any soup he made would be nothing more than a spoonful for the giant unless he wanted to try to make him a hundred bowls.

So that left him standing on the edge of the giant’s counter staring up at the glass-panelled medicine cabinet. He’d never had to go in it himself, he had his own medicine in his room, but human-sized medicine wouldn’t do anything for Tommy. He was pretty sure Tommy would have to have at least a couple bottles of human medicine for it to do anything.

However, tilting his head up he could just barely see the jar he needed. It looked so close, but he couldn’t figure out how to get to it. The glass was too slippery so he couldn’t climb it, and he was too worried that if he used his hook he’d get stuck and have no way down until the other two giants came back home.

“Fuck…” Techno hummed, “Tommy you sure you can’t get up for just a moment?”

From the giant’s mound of blankets he heard a loud grumble followed by a cough, “No, cant move.”

Techno rolled his eyes and readjusted himself on the counter to get a better view of the medicine cabinet. He just needed a way to get up there- maybe he could pull something over to climb on. It probably wasn’t the safest bet, but it was better than listening to Tommy complain for the next few days.

Hastily he marched along the wooden counter over to a giant stack of empty cardboard boxes. They would be perfect…if he could actually move them that is.

With a loud huff he pushed his back into the side of the box, but only managed to move it an inch before his foot slipped.

“Come on,” he whined as he kicked out his legs against the counter- still no luck, “You gotta be kidding me.”

With a loud sigh he collapsed with his back pressed against the boxes. It wouldn’t work either.

“You okay up there?” Tommy’s voice boomed.

Techno sprung back up and glared at the huge boxes in front of him, “Yeah. Just fine.”

“Cool,” Tommy murmured, before throwing in, “can you get me some meds big man?”

Techno could almost feel the boiling annoyance building up in his stomach, “That’s what I’m doing.”

All he got was a low hum and another series of coughs from the giant. Not even a thank you.

He better be grateful later, Techno glowered.

It was only when Techno heard a soft chirp behind him that a thought sprung up in his mind. Quickly he turned around and sure enough one stray crow cocked its head at him from the other side of the kitchen. It’s black feathers glimmered under the morning light- it must have been left behind to watch over the house.

“Hey,” Techno cringed, “Bird? Why don’t you come over here Huh? You can help me.”

The bird chirped again and hopped forward before banging its beak against the counter. Not exactly what Techno wanted.

The human’s shoulder dropped as he waved at the crow, “Come on birdy. You can do it, just come here.”

The bird hopped along the counter again ruffling it’s tail feathers at the human. The sight of the giant crow was a bit unsettling, but after Phil trained them they behaved much better… Techno just hoped they’d still leave him alone even if Phil wasn’t there to control them.

“Come on. Just fly over here,” Techno pleaded, but the bird just stared, “I don’t know if you understand me but please just come here. I need the medicine.”

This time the bird cocked its head to the side before flapping over to Techno’s side, the small burst of air from its wings almost knocking Techno over.

“Oh hey,” Techno inched away from the crow’s sharp talons, “Uh maybe you do understand me huh… Can you get me up there?”

Techno pointed up at the cabinet and received a sharp chirp from the bird. Before he could even turn back around he felt a sharp prodding against his back. He tried to pull away but the pressure against his spine increased until he was plunged into darkness.

He was in the birds mouth.

Techno yelled out and tried to kick open the crow’s beak to no avail. All he heard in return was a disgruntled caw before the bird flapped its wings.

“Hey!” he yelped, trying to stay at the front of the animal’s beak, “Tommy help please!”

There was no response from the giant, although Techno wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to hear it from the crows mouth. He felt his chest start to tighten anxiously as he pounded at the hard beak. If he couldn’t get out he’d probably die there.

Tommy wouldn’t know where he went and there was no Phil to reel back in the crows. He felt helpless.

He sent another punch at the crease in the birds beak as he tried to keep his breathing steady. The last thing he needed was to cry.

Thankfully, this time when his fist hit the bird a small crack of light burst across his eyes. Immediately he tried to push himself through before he was regurgitated back onto solid ground.

He wiped the spit off his face and frantically tried to create space between him and the bird before his back hit a cold surface. He flinched away and turned only to find the glass panelled door he’d been looking at before.

His eyes whipped back to the crow that was now staring at Techno with its head tilted.

“You helped me?” Techno gasped.

The bird chirped a couple more times before hopping up to another shelf. Techno heard a bit of shuffling and scratching of the crow’s talons against wood before a giant plastic bottle thumped to the floor beside him.

Techno looked up at the crow with amazement as it let out another happy caw.

“You really are helping me,” Techno grinned, digging his hands into the container’s lid to pop it open, “I guess I see why Phil left you here huh?”

The bird cooed contentedly as it flew down to pitch beside the human. Every once in a while it’s wing would brush against Techno’s side as it’s picked at its feathers. He wouldn’t admit it but it was kind of cute in a “could definitely kill him” kind of way.

When he finally heard the loud snap of the bottle’s lid opening he let out a proud laugh before digging out two round pills. The medicine was almost the size of Techno’s arm.

The crow’s chirping increased as he packed both pills into his bag. This time with a lot less fear Techno let the bird grab him in its beak. The wet darkness was still unpleasant but he knew it wouldn’t be the cause of his demise now.

A loud of gust of wind reached his ears as the bird took off from the cabinet, and while Techno couldn’t see the outside he hoped the crow knew to take him to Tommy.

After a few seconds when the beak cracked open Techno grinned as he found himself right next to Tommy’s blanket cocoon. The sniffles of the giant boy could be heard loudly even through all the layers.

“Hey Tommy!” Techno yelled as he stepped out of the bird’s mouth and patted its head thankfully, “Got you your medicine.”

Immediately the giant’s head popped out of the blankets like a Jack-in-the-box.

Tommy coughed and grabbed at the human, “Really? Give it!”

Before the giant’s fingers could grab onto Techno he stepped back with a loud huff. His feet stood firmly on the ground as Tommy pouted at him.

“No thank you? Really?” he scoffed.

The giant teen rolled his eyes and shrugged off the human, “Whatever, thank you I guess. But I’m literally dying you know.”

A burst of laughter escaped Technos chest, “Uhuh, basically got a foot in the grave Huh?”

Tommy huffed and reached for the medicine again, but this time Techno careful placed the pills onto his outstretched hand. He heard a gulp as the giant downed it before he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“Ahh,” Tommy grinned as he poked at Techno’s side, “Feel better already. Like a new man.”

“Oh shut up,” Techno laughed as he pushed away Tommy’s finger.

However it only managed to urge the giant on as he pushed the human onto the counter with his thumb. Before Techno could even react he was pinned down by the heel of the teen’s hand.

Tommy’s boisterous laugh echoed throughout the house, “Awe how cute lil Techno helping his big brother.”

Techno shook his head at the boys antics and playfully wrestled against his fingers. He was annoying sure, but he always enjoyed spending time with him.

No matter how much he pissed him off sometimes, he was his brother.

[vanillaknj]

sugar baby — park jimin

includes — sub!jimin, dom!reader, m!reader, sugar baby au, crying, teasing, master kink, overstimulation, praise, fingering, slight subspace, fluffy aftercare, etc.

a/n — inspired by this jimin because it was a cultural reset. this is a long one so grab your popcorn!!

a/n — it’s 2.1k words!

a/n — excuse all spelling mistakes.

“baby, you really didn’t have to buy me all of this…” jimin sighs as he tugs the bags into your large house.

“what kind of sugar daddy would i be if i didn’t spoil you, minnie?” you asked, setting some of the heavier bags down on the couch.

“you’re my boyfriend that spoils me a bit more than usual who i love for himself rather than his money. you know i hate that word-“ jimin whines, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he sets down the bags of jewelry.

you teasingly roll your eyes. “we can put all this up later, baby. for now, let’s lay down and talk. we haven’t had time to do that yet.” you murmur, pulling him upstairs and towards your bedroom.

he doesn’t bother to change his clothes as he falls into the bed. “i am exhausted.” he murmurs tiredly. you smile and do the same, and open your arms. he cuddles perfectly into you, and lays his head on your chest.

“y/n can we talk?” he asks, chewing on his bottom lip. “always, baby.” you murmur. “i feel bad when you give me all these things and i have nothing to give…” he mumbles, and a hand that was previously on your lower stomach moved down to your crotch.

he gives it a small squeeze before continuing. “i want to give you something in return.” he whispers, removing himself from your hold and easing himself between your legs. “jimin don’t do anything you don’t want to do. i’m happy with just spoiling you, baby.” you tell him, and he nods with a small smirk.

“i want to do this.” he tells you with finality, undoing the drawstring on your joggers and pulling them down. he sees how hard you’ve gotten through the material of your boxer briefs.

there’s a stain of precum that beads through the fabric, giving away just how easily affected you are by him. he palms you through the underwear, looking up through his lashes and teasing you.

“i don’t think it’s in your best interest to tease me, baby boy.” you tell him, voice low. “you’re no fun.” he pouts as he pulls down your underwear and tugs them off. he takes you by surprise when he wraps his hand around it.

he gives small licks to the lip, suckling on it a bit. he’s teasing as he wraps his lips around it, and slowly goes down. his tongue swirls around it as it’s in his mouth, teasing your slit.

his lips look so perfect wrapped around your cock, and you can’t help to buck your hips up. he completely goes down though until his nose is touching your skin.

your hand reaches up and tangles in his hair holding him there. you let up and he exhales, and you could see the tears that well in his eyes from his actions.

“shit baby you look so good sucking my cock like this…” you groan, pushing your hips up and into his mouth. you knew you were close to cumming, but you weren’t read to just yet.

you pull him off of your cock, and there’s a trail of saliva that connects from his lips to the tip of your cock. “use me….master.” he says, fluttering his eyelashes as he licks his swollen lips.

you groan at the name. “oh baby i’m going to absolutely ruin you.” you whisper, pushing him into the bed and standing up.

you’re impatient as you pull down his pants and toss them to the side, tearing the underwear off of him as well to which he whines. “i liked those~” he mutters as you pull his shirt off too. you do the same with your shirt, tugging it off and throwing it somewhere.

“i’ll buy you some more.” you tell him, and you use two fingers to circle his rim, but you’re pleasantly surprised to see that he’s stretched already. “my little slut was anticipating this, wasn’t he?” you tease pushing two fingers into him. they slip in easily, and he mewls.

“y-yes..” he mumbles. you hum at his answer, pushing your fingers even deeper, scissoring them to stretch him out even more. his little whimpers are music to your ears. he jolts and his thighs shake when your fingers brush over a spot inside of him.

he lets out a moan, pushing back on your fingers as you continued to rub that spot.

you abruptly pull your fingers away, and he’s whining. “you’re still gonna take my cock, sweetheart.” you mutter, pulling him by his hips towards the edge of the bed. he grinds against the length of you cock when he can feel it pressing against his ass. “needy little slut.” you mutter under your breath as you pull back a bit to line up with his hole.

slowly, you push into him. his head drops, and you’re steadily pulling him back into your cock. “you’re taking me so well, angel.” you murmur, trying to distract him from the discomfort. you press his back into an arch, and he moans loudly at the feeling of you in the deepest parts of him — parts he didn’t even know existed.

you waste no time in bottoming out and immediately setting a pace to where you’re pounding into him. his hands reach back to try and grip your thighs but you only pull them and pin them behind his back. he moans at how rough you were being, bucking his hips back onto you. “you’re taking my cock so well.” you praise, tilting your head back and letting his hands go.

jimin is clinging onto a pillow as you only fuck him harder, wetting the material of the pillow case with his tears. the bed taps the wall with every thrust and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. neither of you minded, it only spurred you on more.

you knead the skin of his ass, and he doesn’t expect it when he feels you land a slap on the skin. he jolts forward and cries out in pleasure. you continue to do it, slapping him hard enough so that bright red hand prints showed up on his skin.

you reached down, and let a hand slowly encase his neck. he lets out a guttural groan at the feeling, and you tighten your hold a little. you pull him up, making sure not to hurt him, so that your hand was around his through as he leaned back on your shoulder.

you slow down a bit, going for the slow but hard thrusts, and succeeding. he moans everytime you push into him, the tip of your cock touching his prostate everytime you bottom out.

“tell me, jimin. who do you belong to? you asked, giving an extra sharp thrust when he didn’t answer right away. “you ,master! i belong to you oh my gosh-“ he whimpers. “aw, princess are you close to cumming? close to making a mess all over yourself babyboy?” you tease, rolling your hips against his ass.

you reach down to his hard cock, and jerk him off in time with your thrusts. his thighs shake and try to close, but you keep them open.

“i-i’m so close master, please-“ he whimpers, back arching away from your chest. “then cum for me, baby. show me how good you are for me.” you whisper, kissing down his neck and leaving marks on the pale skin.

“m- fuck!” he calls out, cumming onto the sheets. the sight was absolutely gorgeous. his head falls back onto your should as his eyes cross and his mouth opens.

you thrust into him a few more times to help him through his high before pulling out. “on your back.” you tell him, and he does it without missing a beat, legs instantly spreading for you.

your hands grip the backs of his thighs and pull them towards you. carefully, you push into him again, and the both of you moan simultaneously.

his hands are gripping all over your arms as he tries to find purchase because you were relentless in the way you were pounding into him.

his hands eventually found you back, and he settled for raking his nails down your back.

he was a mess of incoherent babbles and whines, unable to string together a sentence as you had your way with him.

your hands found his hips and held them in place as you continued. he was practically screaming while you drilled into him.

“c-cum, i- please-“ he whispers, warning you that he’s about to cum. the bruising grip on his hips only tighten when you hear him, working hard to get him over the edge. you were getting close as well, the coil that stretched in your lower abdomen was about to snap.

his back arches half off the bed and his mouth falls open as he stiffens. his eyes cross, and he temples as small amounts of cum explode onto both your stomachs.

the sight alone causes that coil to snap, and with a groan, you’re coming inside of him and filling him up. you pull out of him, careful when you help him comfortably on the bed. you could tell his mind was incredibly fuzzy as he steadily twitches from the aftershocks.

you reach over him to grab a few tissues to wipe him down with. he’s clinging onto you when you pick him up and carry him to your bathroom.

you push the seat down on the toilet and sit him on top of it. you run some water for the shower, and work on cleaning jimin a bit more as it warms up.

he tries to spread his legs, but you push them close, placing a kiss on his forehead. “you did so good for me, minnie. i’m so proud of you.” you whisper as you help him into the shower. he hums in content when he feels the hot water on his shoulders, and your arms around his stomach.

showering goes quickly, you’re whispering sweet nothings into his ear and giving him soft kisses on his face. he eventually comes back down from his headspace, and he’s all giggly, smiley, and fluffy.

“c’mon minnie. i still have to fix the sheets.” you tell him, and he nods, you pick him up again and help him out of the glass shower. “y’know, i could get used to you carrying me around everywhere.” he laughs with a smile, poking at your cheeks when you roll your eyes.

you hand him one of your hoodies and he tugs it on, fixing it when you sit him down in a chair.

you strip the bed, and pull some clean ones from a shelf. jimin is playing with the long sweaterpaws of your hoodie that was about 4 sizes too big on him.

you quickly changed the sheets and pulled jimin into bed with you. he wraps his arms around you and cuddles into you.

“you really are my boyfriend, you know.” he whispers, and you raise an eyebrow. “i mean, i didn’t want you to think i’m only with you because of your money…” he says. “even though that’s how we met, i genuinely love you now. and you’re not my sugar daddy. you’re my boyfriend that i love so much.” he tells you, sitting up and looking at you honestly with pure love in his eyes.

“i love you too, jimin. so, so much. baby, that’s how we met but that doesn’t mean that’s how we have to continue like that. you’re my boyfriend too, and i’d just like to spoil you a bit.” you smile. “i’m not your sugar daddy anymore. just your boyfriend who spoils you a bit more than normal.” you tell him, quoting his words for earlier.

you hold his face in your hands and place a kiss on his plump lips. he smiles when you pull away, eyes glimmering. “now, i want some cuddles.” he murmurs, falling back down into your arms. “i love you, jimin.” you whisper, reaching up to turn off the lamp light. “i love you too, y/n.”

[undinoble]

Crazy long text ahead i warn you, just explaining some process I went through while drawing this Frank and Julie low light dying thingie, probably gonna drop some wips along the way, you may want to see… idk, dealer’s choice

!TRIGGER WARNING! Violence, death, suicide. Proceed with caution.

Well where do we begin? The inspiration maybe?

Exploring the magical world of Spotify when a band came in, one of the first songs (if not the first one) of theirs I heard was Partners in Crime by Set It Off, you know, love at first sight, love for their voices, their music style, aaand the lyrics, OH BOI the lyrics, check it out:

“You’ll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They’ll call our crimes a work of art You’ll never takes us alive We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners”

Dunno, for two passionate juvenil delinquents that just wants trouble this line really fits to me, the dreamy couple feels invencible.

“Everybody freeze Nobody move Put the money in the bag Or we will shoot Empty out the vault And me and my doll will be on our way”

It’s actually interesting to think of the Legion robbing a bank, it’s not like troublesome teens didn’t do that in movies c’mon, it’s a small city, they wear masks, ez!

“Our paper faces flood the streets And if the heat comes close enough to burn Then we’ll play with fire ‘cause

You’ll never takes us alive”

THIS. This is so a Legion thing to say. Can you imagine their masks all around the streets as a warning like “HEY, WE ARE HERE, FEAR US” I love this

“Here we find our omnipotent outlaws Fall behind the grind tonight Left unaware that the lone store owner Won’t go down without a fight Where we gonna go He’s got us pinned Baby I’m a little scared Now, don’t you quit He’s sounded the alarm I hear the sirens closing in”

The second big moment, the adrenaline along with the instrumental is crazy for real

“The skies are black with lead-filled rain A morbid painting on display This is the night the young love died Buried at each others side”

THIS. (again) is the main theme of the drawing, it’s where the inspiration flood over me, the scene was clear in my mind, c’mon if you read till here there’s absolutely no reason not to listen to the song you won’t regret im not even getting payed to show it off

ACTUALLY FORGET IT- i just won a sub on Cody Carson’s stream WHAT IS LIFE??????? Thanks Max!!!

I totally didn’t draw this while listening to the music when i should be working what are you talking about??

Hold the sketch, focus on the gun. It’s dope aint it?

Anyways, here goes the lore, along with the music lyrics I filled up the gaps, well, Suz and Joey are not around, maybe doing school stuff Julie didn’t feel like doing so she decides to hang out with Frank in the meanwhile, they’re on the lodge, bored, upset about the world cause it’s what teens do in their free time, listening to one of their mixtapes, probably Frank’s, the more hardcore one when the idea hit: what if they try some good mischief? “There’s a small banks a mile from here, want some adrenaline babe?” And oh of course she does, grab your mask, here we go

Sorry, not a big legs-drawing fan…

They grab their knives, put on the masks, get ready, drive to the bank. I didnt really think this part through, the song says it all. Long story short - they rob the bank, the police arrives, the action begins.

They brought their knives, didn’t expect the cops to show up with guns, damn they didnt even know little Ormond cops had actual guns. After long minutes of hiding on the bank safe the couple decides to fight their way out, they would be more useful alive than dead so laws could apply, but that went out of question once Frank stabbed the first bank employee on his triumphal way out, the police don’t think twice before shooting to protect the citizens inside.

Frank and Julie have too little time to react, the stress and anxiety kicks in, they go feral, crazy cinematic bullet avoids, for a moment it’s possible to get away. It all happened too quick, but in Julie’s vision it went slow motion. She just saw a cop leaning behind a car, aiming directly at Frank, even her fastest reaction wasn’t fast enough to stop the trigger from popping. With tears in her eyes she watches as the bullet hits her boyfriend right in the chest. 

She snaps. One target in mind, she sprints to the cop and stabs him over and over until she’s sure he won’t see the sun set ever again. She takes his gun and rushes towards Frank who is kneeling against a taxi holding his torax, she screams that they must go to the hospital immediately but he refuses, hospital would be just a quick stop on his way to jail. No fucking way. 

He demands to go back to the lodge, the cops are too busy helping their wounded partner to look for them, they think Frank may be dropped dead somewhere on the street after multiple shots, the two of them must flee before the cops realize the mistake and go hunting for them. NOW.

Julie side-carries Frank back to their car, the lack of a license of her own won’t stop her from driving as fast as the car can. Breathing heavily while constantly telling Frank to hold on, they will find a way out, they must do. Oh what a fucking stupid idea holy SHIT. 

The travel takes half the time it usually does and still feels like hours. The car gets all red with Frank’s blood that keeps leaking. Once they arrive, Frank wants to go upstair, Julie shouts at him to keep next the central campfire once he should grab some heat (and for god’s sake why is he still carrying the money bag they stole????), anyway he gets the last word and they climb the stairs up and lay on the bed, Frank hisses from the pain but also sighs in relief for the soft spot under him, ignoring Julie cursing besides him, saying she can still call an ambulance, she doesnt want to lose him, Suz and Joey will be devastated, although he just replies with the phrase they were saying sooner that day “They’ll never take us alive”.

After 20 minutes of agony, low whispers of memories of how they met, what they had been through together and a huge amount of blood moisturing the covers, Frank says he’s feeling light-headed, Julie looks at him and he’s paper white, the blood loss is finally getting to him, she wants to cry, scream, curse and stab that damn cop a hundred times again, but all she does is cuddle her head harder against his shoulder and tell him she loves him, that she will keep his legacy alive, with Joey and Susie, she will revenge him. He chuckles and slowly feels the life being drained from his weaked body until everything goes black.

Julie need a few seconds to process. Frank died. For real. He was good a few hours ago, he was right. They would never take them alive. Death could do them apart, but, he never said for how long they would be apart.

She reaches for the gun on the hand under Frank’s body. THAT DAMN GUN. She aims it to the side of her head, never leaving Frank’s side on the bed. Triggers it.

“Partners in crime”

Damn did I just write a fucking fanfiction? This shit is way longer than I expected, did anybody even get down here?

Well, this is the part of the drawing where i left cause I just couldn’t afford to work on it, have in mind everytime the file were opened the whole lore came in my head, and fuck did i feel dizzy writing it all down. Hell the bloody details get me, seeing Frank so white with a blue undertone simulating the lifeless body gave me headaches fr. My escape was drawing other things until the courage to finish it came back. It was easier because the story kinda faded away from my mind, the drawing became “lighter” to deal with.

Well, guess that’s it. I hardly have this big insight while drawing, to visualize the finished piece on my brain and it’s just so fucking cool, making art with so many mixed feelings along, and overall pride, cause i feel so proud with the result you have no idea. It isn’t perfect tho, but i like it anyway. So, thank you so much if you made it all the way here. gonna sleep now for fucks sake im gonna pass out bye

[randomsevans]

LATE LIES

Part 2

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary:you have recently decoved that your finance captain america is cheating on you. But there again you could be wrong. But what will happen when your not wrong ?. And your not the only one who has cort on to steve shaddy activitys .

AN : my grammar and spelling isn't the best so bare that in mind .

@nomadevans82

Breakfast was quickly over. No word . No affection. Shown by the man who was ment to love you, the man you are ment to marry , the man you suspect is cheating on you. But maybe your wrong , maybe your brain is just over thinking. This is captain america we are speaking about, man who said your his world , his love , he wouldnt do anything to hurt you , especially in such a way . Would he ?

He wouldnt or so you thought/knew.

'God why cant I think straight ' you mind was racing around and around , question after question , excuse after excuse for him .

Maybe your just overreacting, I mean my spy training doesn't mean I have to be right every time . Nobody else has notice his behalf? Right .but you have and you know him better then anyone . Or so you should. But your not the only one whose notice a change . Nat did , she look like she was about to skin him alive with her butter knife at the breakfast.

You mind racing , your fist rapidly punching the bag , never stop . The training room had blurred form your vision along with everyone in it . You can feel you blood boiling , tight knots in your stomach as you think about steve with sharon . Your temper going just above busting point . You didnt notice you went breathing. You didnt notice your eyes glowing, you didnt notice the punching bag flying off , with a swerling yellow sting glow around it . You just stare at it , forgetting all the people . Nobody would notice anyway , it's not unusual for this to happen , but what is , is the power running through your veins . The very thing , nobody knows, the thing you hide , the thing you run away from , thing you dont want people to know about you , hell you dont even know what it is exactly. You spend all you time hiding it . The minority of the time you cant feel it running though , you normally have hold over it . But when your emotions get to extreme (more like things you dont experience often ) such as a need to cry, or your anger , anxiety. It slips out and your cant control it. And it doesn't help you are feeling all these right now.

You final brought back form your blurred vision with a hand on your shoulder. If it was anyone else you'd push them off , but not this person. Youd no them any way . Ever since it first comforted you when you just a child, in place no child should be , in a situation no child should be , expecting things no child should ever .

You slowing turn your face toward him . Bucky .or james as you knew him as a child . Hes your comfort , the closest thing you got to w father in the red room . This you keep a secret form everyone else , no one apart from nat knows that you were in the red room with her and as she was training and falling in love with james . He acted as a father to , never letting you get near the same amount punishment as the other girls. So when you found he was still alive , when you found he was becoming sane minded again you couldn't be happy. You weirdly felt safe the world again . After you were told just after he managed for you to escape that the red room had killed him .

You have alot of secrets such as people dont know about the fact that the red room trained you , Bucky trained you , or the fact that you two have a father and daughter relationship . Nobody knows not even Steve, to everyone else sheild trained you, you were a good field agent and was giving the opportunity to become an averager under the request of Nat .But at least two people know them nat and buck , they raised you basically, they know you , they know your history. But theres one secret that nat doesn't even know, only james . And that's about your mutation. James found out about it the same time you did .

You were 11 years old , training with james in a dark cold room . The constenced shouting in russian and girls crying was getting to your head missing punishing and kicks , you head was fuzzy, everything was become to quick , to fast . You couldn't handle it , although you go thought it every day . You final get a burst of energy and it shoots thought your veins and bones , the bright yellow light swerling around, pushing James into the wall . He knew what it was , he had heard of mutation before and what happens when the red room find a girl who has one , they either dont last very long or are put into different facilities. He protected you , help you hide it . Still does today .

So when you turned around , you saw the panic on his face, he knew what had happend , he was the only person in the room that saw as always. And he knew something was wrong because you knew let it get the better of . He automatically pulled you into a hug hiding your face from the rest of the world in his chest . It would be so easy to cry , so easy. If you wernt so anger you were shacking .

"Your okay " "your safe " "I got you " " you can calm down " he constantly whispers until you did as you were told and calmed down . You glance up till you met his glaze . His eyes was swerling with fear and empathy for you . "Now you gonna tell me what's got you all worked up ?"he asked pulling the hair out of your face . You just shake you head negatively, he nodded in return , knowing you was going to answer him anytime soon .

"I might have an idea " nats voice stalled you . 'Did she see ?' You become anxious again you dont want anyone to know about you mutions .

"You've go quite the rage and strength, and rightfully to " at this you know she must think you just punched the bag down .

"What do you mean ? What happend ? Do u know what's wrong? NAT tell me ! " buck quietly shouted concerned, pulling away form you , facing nat with his armes crossed .

"Calm down papa wolf , I dont think nows the time , let's calm her down and get a drink in her first , I know she needs it " she glanced at you sympathetically, she knows about sharon and Steve.

"What ! Nat Its 11am the mo...." bucky was cut off by the annocument above.

"Party tonight people. Main floor see you there tonight. Peace out , Iron man ! " Tony said though the speakers .

"Great !" You said walking out of the training room , towards your room , knowing you'll stay there u till the party.

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Hours had passed and you haven't seen anyone all day , steve didnt come to check up on you like he normal did , you asked friday what he was doing every hour and your were denied access.

You and Nat hadn't spoke about what was playing on your mind , you just spent your day with a few early drinks and tv . It got to the time where it was time to get ready .you sat in that's room with a dress she picked out for you lying on her bed . You sat at the mirror finishing your simple make up nothing to extreme hust enough to add to your natural beauty.

You heard the bathroom door open , you turned to see that Nat was almost ready

"Come on kid , I know parties ain't really our thing but at least they'll be vodka "she joked .

"Thank god " you rolled your eyes and got up picking up your dress and heading towards the bathroom. You were just about to close the door when Nat sighed

"Y/n you .... I..... do you see what i see " she ask clearly neverous .

"About ?" You tried to act clueless but you knew what she was about to say

"About steve "

"..... " you stay silent for a while " can we not.. not right now .. we both could be wronge his the man I'm marrying, the man I love .... i dont want to think about it .... I... we might be wronge "

She scoffed at the thought but she nodded her head . And in you went into the bathroom to finish getting ready .

When you emerged out of the bathroom in your dark blue silk dress that hugged and was lose in all the right placed . With your hair curled and pinned half up and half down .

"Oh my .... you look gorgeous " Nat said with wide eyes . You felt it too as much as you ddint want to go to this party you felt great in this dress almost forgetting everything

"You look stunning as always " Nat just shrugged it off and grab your hand while heading our her door .

When you got into the hallway you and nat both stopped in your tracks.

"There you are ... iv been looking for you ... Tony and his parties eh " Steve laugh making you laugh too . This man put you into a trance everytime you saw him , he was in a dark blue shirt similar to your dress (not on purpose) . He looked as good as ever , you sighed with the biggest smile thinking this man is going to be your for ever soon . But then the voice started to creep back into your head ,instantly your small dropped to a frown

Steve took a step closer to you and kissed you on the check you let out a breath that you didnt know you was holding all day ,

'See everything normal we were just over reacting '

He smiled down at you "you look good " he said but he didnt even look at you the way be usual would , he didnt say what he usal would , it would be more then just good ...

"Good ? She looks stunning " Nat blurted out , you could tell she was staring at him like he was the target .

He just wrapped an arm losly around you , not tight like he normal would, he once said it was to keep you by his side and let everyone know your his . But not now . You felt so stuiped being in his arms .

"Let's go shall we "

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You had been at the party for not that long Steve was by your side laughing and joking with everyone around the group . Nat , Bucky and Tony all laughing and joking

Everyone would feel fine if it wasnt for Steve's eyes keep wondering off

You sighed , chucking down your drunk , thinking your the only one that noticed but you forget that you were next to the best assassins you have ever know .

"Hi everyone "

"Oh hi sharon " Tony said

Your eyes snapped to her stunned , everyone eyes fell on her as you all stood at the bar in a circle she had managed to get her way inbetween Tony and steve

" you look stunning " steve said looking her up and down with a smirk , your heart dropped

"You get good and she gets stunning!"

"Thank you " sharon whisper trying not to star at steve but failing as there both keep sharing glances at each other, as a blush creeped on her check .

The music was the only thing filling the silence for a while as Tony sipped on his drink clueless . With steve and Sharom basically eye fucking each other while unknowly to you two very very anger killing mansions were ready to be Roger's down . You just stood there tears threating to make an appearance.

"I'm... I'm just going to pop to the.. " you couldn't finish your sentence already making your way down the hall .

Nobody looked at you are asked if you were okay .

You made your way blindly down corridors in all different directions you didnt know where you ended up, all you knew was you were far way you didnt hear the music and you were safe alone . You let out a quiet sob that lead to a few tears escaping your tear duck as you fought them off . Ignoring the stinging feeling with the tight chest and pit in your stomach .

Some one pulled you into there arms you you could see was a few red strains of hair

"Sshhhhh "

"I dont know why I'm like this.... I might be wronge " you choked out

Nat just gave you a look like 'when are we ever wronge "

"Come lets go back " was all she said you nodded .

She rubbed your back as you made your way through the corridors . Before you turned a corner you heard a quiet bang followed by laughter and giggles . You and Nat quietly laught and slowly made your way to the corner.

You stopped dead in your tracks with nat behind you . You were barely visible as you were still hidden around the corner .you quickly took a step back , pushing Nat backwards , she looked confused but you both listen carefully.

All you could hear was short breaths with giggles and growls

"Stop that "you heard a high pitched giggle

"Hell no ! I wanted to get my hands on you all night "

"You would be able to if you didnt have her ..."

"Soon " The deep voice cut her off "soon I'll be all your okay "

Your heart drop you could help the tears roll down your cheek. As you saw and hear Steve with sharon , it hit you hard , it all become reality and you couldn't take it . Nat griped you tightly clearly trying to calm her anger .

There voice went away and nat looked around the corner

"There gone ..I'm going to kill him " she snapped

You sobs became louder and louder your whole body was shaking

"Why ? Why ? Why ? He said he loved me , said I was his world , I'm meant to be his wife soon why ? What did he mean by soon ? Was he going to leave you?

Your body was shaking as nat stepped back , unknowly to you everything around you was shaking to . You vision blur and lost all connection to world around you and your heart was literally tearing into piece making the unwanted power over come you .

"Uh no nooo no " was all you hear and Bucky ran his way towards you

"Calm down it okay " bucky slowly came near you as the shaking stopped. He quickly wrapped you in his arms

"Calm down !"

There was silence that felt like forever Nat with her anger towards Roger's and shocked by you . While Bucky was staying calm for you

"You going to tell me ? " he asked slowly.

You shook your head no

There both sighed

"Fine I will!" Nat snapped

"No .. no please dont" you begged.

"What ? What is it ? "Bucky asked getting impatient

"No .. don't say it...its not real until you say it " you hiccup on everyone word

"Please " you begged one last time

"Just tell me god damn it "

"Roger's is cheating with carter "nat barked over youf sobs

"What !"

[countess-rosegold-blog]

Best for My Girl

Characters: Scott Lang x Reader

Warning/s: Fluff, language

Word Count: 1,795

Note/s: This challenge just got real! I’ve missed two days now, but that’s no excuse to stop. To the anon who requested more Scott Lang smut, I wanted to write that so bad for this prompt, but as this went on it didn’t feel right. Still, I’ll be writing that in the future for sure. 

If you happen to read this and/or leave some feedback, thank you! Enjoy. 

Prompt: Day 5: Starry night from @ibwhellospring ‘s Spring Short Story Writing Event

You sit in silence as you watch the city lights warp into dark silhouette of trees outside your passenger window. The windows of the 1963 Chevy pickup are rolled down, a slight chill from the night breeze soothing your face and brushing your hair aside.   

You have no idea where you’re headed, or where Scott got this old truck or why he’s in such a mood, but you don’t miss the way he’s purposely trying to ignore you.

It’s a moonless night and it’s dark out, the last sign of life was from opposing traffic you passed twenty minutes ago. You’ve been in the road for almost forty.

Your stubbornness to match his cold shoulder wears thin.

“Babe, please. Can you just tell me why you’re mad? Or at least where we’re going?” Or why and where in the world would you get this vehicle for a late night drive? You’re dying to know the answer to the last one but it may irk him more, so you keep it to yourself.

His grip tightens around the steering wheel and he shifts slightly in the driver’s seat. “I’m not mad, Y/N.”

You sigh in frustration and run a hand down your face. Right. Not mad. But also not baby, not sweetheart--just Y/N. You bite back a remark. You’ve been wracking your brain for whatever led to this bizarre situation. You come up empty.

Today was like any other and it could easily blur into the thousand other days of your life. You started the day with a run, attended a briefing with Hill at 9 a.m., then worked on your station the rest of the day. Average day. Mundane.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice Scott take a right turn toward a steep hill. It’s pitch black save for the headlights but the darkness doesn’t last long.

You emerge in what appears to be the summit of the hill--a clearing--and it offers a striking view of the city from a distance. Yellow and red spots twinkle in the night.

You cast a surprised glance towards Scott who slows the truck down to a stop, but not before he makes a 180 turn--robbing you of the view. With the truck facing the dark path you came from, he turns off the engine and leans back in his seat.

This place is… unexpected. Beautiful. But he still seems mad.

“Scott?” You whisper as dread begins to creep in your chest. Oh, God. Is he gonna break up with me or something? The thought barrels into you like a freight train and you gasp out loud despite yourself. Tears blur your vision.

He finally looks at you, astounded. “Wha--? Sweetheart, why are you crying?”

You barely register what he says because your thoughts bombard your mind. I can be quite emotional, you think. Maybe that’s why he needed to get me away from the Compound. To avoid eyes and ears when I break down.

Suddenly your top feels constricting, the air in the vehicle stuffy. You take time taking off the safety belt but when you’re free of it, you open your door and climb out. Somehow you underestimate the drop to the ground and pain greets your ankle when you land.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” You hiss into the night. This makes you more vulnerable and you sob as you drag yourself towards the back of the truck. You hear Scott’s door open and close and he’s right beside you.

He wraps his arms around your waist and helps you upright. The warmth of his body does not ease the dread.

“Sweetheart, what…?” He struggles to complete the sentence, confusion laced in his tone.

You hold up a hand to stop him as you gather yourself. “So it’s sweetheart again,” you mutter under your breath.

You lean on the side of the truck and face him.

“You didn’t have to bring me all the way here to--” You wince. You can’t even bring yourself to say it.

You take a deep breath and try again. “The truck, the view? It’s all beautiful, Scott. But I’d rather have you done it at the Compound than go through all this trouble just to soften the blow.”

He looks at you, brows furrowed and dumbfounded.

You continue, “What I’m saying is, I think I know now why you brought me here.”

Then the sobbing continues.

An exasperated sigh escapes him and he tilts his head towards the sky before looking back to you. “Okay, baby. Just breathe.” He caresses your arm and touches your cheek. “But with that speech and all the tears, I don’t think you have any idea why I brought you here.”

His hands settle in your waist again and he brings you closer to him. You’re pressed together, your hurt foot positioned awkwardly away from you. He kisses your forehead and smells your hair, then tilts up your chin so you’re face to face.

“You’re not breaking up with me?” You croak.

“That’s what you thought?” Scott asks in disbelief. “Oh, baby. You may be the brains of the Weapons and Tactics Division, but you’re my idiot.”

You glare at him through remnant tears and he chuckles.

“I’m not breaking up with you, silly. To be honest--and don’t freak out--I can’t imagine a future where I break up with you.”

You feel a burning in your cheeks. “Really?”

Amid the dark, his signature goofy grin lights up his face. “Really.”

It’s a first-time feeling and it washes over you. I can’t imagine a future where I break up with you. The feeling licks your skin, like warm milk trailing your body. Your breath hitches and you close the distance, sealing his lips with yours.

He’s surprised for a second before he melts into you, mouth exploring your own. He grips your lower back and softly pins you on the side of the truck. Your hands find his neck and kiss him deeper.

He suddenly breaks away, breathless. “Okay, Y/N sweetheart,” he holds up a finger and moves to open the backseat of the truck. The upper half of his body disappears into the vehicle as he reaches for something. After what seems to be a little bit of struggling, he emerges with a huge transparent zipper bag with something inside and what appears to be a black vacuum insulated tumbler.

Scott looks giddy as he showcases the things in his hands. “It was pretty last minute but I came prepared.”

You inspect the thing in the bag. “Mr. Lang, is that a comforter?”

He grins mischievously. “That is correct.”

You bite your lips to suppress a smile. “And what’s in the tumbler, if I may ask?”

“A little yorsh for m’lady.” He dramatically bows.

You can’t help but laugh.

He hands you the tumbler as he sets the bag down and unzip it. He wiggles the fluffy comforter out and the waft of fresh linen fills the air. He hugs the rolled sheet and hurls it inside the back of the truck.

“Wait here,” he instructs as he rounds the vehicle to open the back of the pickup. He climbs and there’s some shuffling before he jumps back to you.

“How’s your foot?”

“Better now.”

“Yeah? I think we should still take precautions,” he stalks toward you then before you could register what he’s doing, you’re already off the ground, tucked in his arms.

“Hey!” You giggle as he settles you in the comforter he laid out. He settles beside you, propping his body with one arm. The back of the truck gives a breathtaking view of the city below.

It’s a standstill moment; there are many things you want to say but you form no words at all. You stare at the view but also very aware of Scott beside you. You bask in the familiar scent of baby powder and watermelon, breathing him in.

“I know this night may have been a weird one for you,” he says. He’s suddenly looking shy as you look up at him.

You grin. “Maybe a little bit.”

He chuckles. Then he clears his throat. “I’ve been meaning to bring you here for quite sometime now.”

You smile up at him but wait for him to go on.

“I know we’re still kind of new; we’ve only been together months,” he says and take your hands, clutching it in his chest. “But everytime I look at you, I see tomorrow and the days to come and I know you’ll still have my heart then.”

And in that moment you know what he’s going to say, why go through all this plan, because it’s also how you feel.

“I--” overwhelmed, you try to speak but stop yourself. This is his.

He kisses your hand.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m deeply in love with you.” He proclaims. “I’ve been for a while now, but every other instance I wanted to say it didn’t feel right.”

Tears form at the corners of your eyes. “This moment couldn’t be more perfect.”

You kiss him then and it’s a kiss like never before. You revel in it, Scott tasting like salt and honey. The slight stubble in his jaw caresses your face.

When you take a pause and your faces inches apart, you look up the night sky full of stars. “You remembered,” you whisper to him.

“Profess your love under the stars and you’ll have my heart forever,” he quotes. It’s been a joke, a long time ago, a time when you and Scott weren’t even together.

Since the Weapons Regulation and Supervision Initiative, Stark and Fury tasked you with overseeing the management of weapons and any other paraphernalia needed for assignments. Gone were the days when agents and the Avengers get to equip themselves with whatever weapon they wanted. Leveling of threat assessment and collateral damage projections are considered before deployment. The enhanced weren’t affected much, but the humans took issue. And so the badgering and bargaining began. The more persistent ones tried to woo you into giving more of what was allowed to them. It’s been a running joke for some of the guys to declare words of love just to get what they want, and you’d retort with the quote.

“Well it is a starry night. I know I had to give the best for my girl.” He winks and you chuckle.

You look at him, eyes roaming over his features. You get it then--what he said about looking at you and seeing what lies ahead.

“I love you too, Scott Lang. I’m deeply in love with you,” you mirror his words.

He’s shocked and he’s teary-eyed and he smiles the biggest smile, and you kiss again under the million twinkling lights.

[mare-sanguis]

Winston/Monty pt. 11 part 1 out of 2 because its loooong

Scott cleaned the dishes while Winston took his medicine.

"You should visit his grave. You know... I dont think you failed him. He's not disappointed in you- but proud of thta you tried."

"Maybe."

"He really trusted you to do that. Did he told you that?"

Scott nooded.

"Then you already know that he wont be disappointed in you."

"You really think so... right?"

"Yes. He's your friend."

Scott sighed and looked down in the sink.

"Jeff was really a nice guy- he had a huge heart and supported so many. The funeral was the absolute worst. So many people crying, disturbed. He died to young."

"You really liked him."

"Well of course I do."

Winston smiled.

"No."

"'No' What?"

"I didnt mean it like that. Not as your best friend."

Scott didnt responds to that directly.

"He was just a friend. I told you."

"Would you say the same if you'd look at me? Almost everytime you talk about him you won't look at me. You're hiding something."

"Theres nothing to hide."

Winston sighed and stood up.

"Maybe you'll tell me later. I wont pressure you into something you dont want to say. I'll go to sleep now. You can chose one of the quest rooms. One is near mine, the other ones are on the 3rd floor. Good night."

Winston left and leaves Scott alone in the kitchen.

"Fuck it. I wasnt in love with him." He whispered to himself.

"He was my best friend, not my first male crush:"

Why would he even think about that if he wasnt?

He stood there for some seconds more until he decided to go to one of the guest rooms.

He choosed the one near Winstons.

They didnt saw each other until the next day.

Scott checked on Winston- He'ss still asleep- all the stress and probably the medicine knocked him out pretty hard.

He took a shower and got dressed- after that he decided to drive hom to grab some stuff. He left Winston a note in case he would wake up while he was gone.

He took Winstons car to drive home where he packed up some clothes and put on new ones.

Scott looked at he clock. Must be lunchtime at Liberty now. There was still some unfinished business in this school for him. And since he was in town now anyway he could visit this hellhole.

He get back into the car and drove to the school. He went there long enough but after 8 month and the second visit... it still felt weird.

He was the one the school chose to give Montys stuff to since his parents didnt care enough for it.

After he arrived at school he parked his car in a parking lot near by the school, then he stepped out and took a deep breath.

No one was around so he felt at least a bit more comfortable. All that changed after he entered the school building. The halls were filled with students. People he know and some he dont.

But no one seemed to notice him. Luckily. At least he thought so.

Without any further thinking he walked straight towards the principals office- but stopped after someone grabbed his arm and some other called his name.

"Scott!"

He got dragged away by the one who grabbed his arm.

"Long time no hypocrite. Didnt expect to see you around here anymore after you buggered off after the whole Bryce "rape" thing."

Scott tried to stay calm.

"What do you want?"

"We just wonder why you're here and that you still have the courage for it."

"Why? Should I feel afraid of you?"

"Maybe."

"I dont. Let me go, I have somethng to take care of."

"What is it?"

"Non of your business."

"You know whats our business?"

"What?"

"Why are you walking around with a fucking faggot?"

"I dont understand."

"We saw you with hime- the last days. The one guy with pale skin and black hair. The faggot."

He just looked at them.

"The faggot? Yeah?" taking this word in his mouth made him feel disgusted.

"Dont you think its time to stop using thie word? How old are you? 10?"

"Why are you defending him? Are you one of them now too?"

The other guys laughed.

"I mean look at him- hes probably going back to him. Thats why hes wearing his bes clothes."

The guys continued to laugh.

"And even if I am- it not your problem anymore. I'm not your friend anymore. So I can do what ever the fuck I want."

"So youre fucking him. Disgusting. Monty would have beat the shit outta you. Sadly he died because someone rat about what he did."

Scott laughed this time.

"I bet he would have. Totally. Except I was a trued friend of him and he never judged me."

He turned around and pushed past between the other students- he still could hear them shit talking.

Scott didnt glanced over his shoulder and turned left around he almost ran Alex over.

"Scott."

"Alex."

"What are you doing here?"

"Taking care of Montys stuff."

"Hm. Jeard you talk with these guys over there. Are you staying with Winston."

"Maybe."

"How does it feel to be around someone whos fighting against us?"

"I dont care. You did something wrong and have to pay for it. Why are you even so angry about it? At me? You can stop that now. Its getting annoying."

Scott walked down the hall and Alex followed him, he entered an empty room.

"I am because I want to."

Zach appeared behind Alex, out of knowhere. As well as Clay, Justin and the rest of the group.

"So childish. You know I didnt sell out Montys trust so the next moment you could pin the murder of Bryce on him. I'm not your friend- The only one I actually just cared about in thsi whole group was Clay. And because I dont owe you anything I can do what I want. Step up for what you did wrong. You cant serve justice while cobering up a murder."

Alex blood boiled with every word he siad.

"Why do you even care? I mean Monty was a criminal. Murder or not."

"Because- surprise- he was my friend."

"Why are you helping Winston?"

"Because he thinks the same:"

"Yeah? Really?"

Zach grabbed Alex arm ad whispered a silent "Lets go". But Alex didnt want to stop.

"You're just helping him because you think hes hot."

Scott blinked in confusion.

"And I think you just killed Bryce because he wanted to fuck up Zachs life. The person you love so much but wont admit it because you're a coward. Wont even notice hiw much he liked you back."

Alex got furious and shoved Zach away from him, angrily.

"How dare you?"

Scott laughed.

"Thank me later."

Zach looked back and forth between them and started to blush.

"Wha... not true!" and he rushed away.

Alex looked afte him.

"You're gonna pay for this" and then he followed him.

Clay stared at Scott for some seconds.

"What? Do you want to complain too? Because I really dont eanna end up in a fight with you."

"No I .... who told you to look after me?"

Scott rolled his eyes.

"Should be pretty obvious. Dont it? It was Jeff."

"Oh... really...?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I dont know. Maybe bevause he knew you neeede help or something."

"But he was around most of the time."

"He was but it was for the time he couldnt be around."

Clay nooded to that.

"So... do you really think Winston is hot?"

Justin started to laugh.

"Dude dont ask that."

"But..."

"What the fuck Clay?" Scott said in confusion.

"I'm sorry."

"You know..." Scott started. "Everyone finds Winston hot- even the most hetero guys alive."

Clay laughed at this and pat him on the shoulder.

"Good joke man. You looked so serious saying that."

"Thats beause I was being serious.

He shook his head slightly and then walked away. Grabbing Montys stuff from the office.

After that he took the emergrency exit and rushed to the car- with it, he drove home.

He entered the house and went straight to the kitchen- the box with Montys stuff still in his hands. He placed it on the counter.

Scott made some coffee and was about to open up the fridge as he heard steps that stopped right in the doorframe.

Winston stood there- with a bit of a shocked look on his face.

It made him worrying.

"Somethings up?"

Winston just hsook his head, still kinda tired because oth the meds.

"I just..." he rubbed his eyes."

"Its just the... look on you. The clothes. Monty used to ear the m all the time."

"Oh...yeah... I can change it for something else if you want me to. If its more comfortable for you."

"No." Winston shook his head. "Its fine. Really."

He noticed the box on the counter.

"Whats that?"

"Montys last belongings. I thought you might wanna have them. Its not much but enough for you I hope..."

Winston took a seat and grabbed the box.

"You were in school right? How was it?"

"Seems like everyone of my former so called "friends" hate me now. But I dont really care. Met Alex and his friend again to. Had a little fight. But wasnt that bad. Still feels weird going back there..."

"I can imagine that."

"Anyway Winston... how are you feeling?"

"Good. Better than yesterday."

They had breakfast together as Scott received a message.

Sheri. She wanted to meet them.

"Hey Winston?"

"Hm?"

"Gotta problem coming with me to visit Jeffs grave?"

"You really think I should come with you? Why do you even want to visit him now?"

"Sheri just wrote me - she wants to go there. And she invited you."

"Oh really? If she wants me to come I'll say yes."

He wrote her back, that they would meet at 2pm.

Sheri: "It really didnt sound like you want to visit him yesterday.

Scott: "That was yesterday. Now is today and my mood is better too."

 

Scott took the bag with his clothes out of the car after they finished eating and headed upstairs as Winston stopped him.

"Already feeling like home here dont you?" he siad, pointing at the bag.

"Oh- I just thought that I should stay for some days more. Just in case."

"Right. I know that." Winston smiled.

 

He carried his bag up the stairs and placed it on the bed, he sat down next to it. He choosed some dark clothes for that occasion even though he knew that Jeff probably wouldnt like that.

Winston watched him from the door frame silently. Scott ddint notice him because he was stcuck in a daydream.

"Are you ready?" Winston said finally and Scott almost jumped.

"I am - I think."

They got into Winstons car and drove the long way to the graveyard.

There he parked the car in an empty spot and togther they walked up the way- Sheri was already waiting for them there.

"Finally here- I think I was to early." She laughed and looked at Winston.

"Nice to see you again- now we'll introcude you to our best friend." she whispered quietly, not to disturb the other visitors.

Together they walked to Jeffs grave - which was decorated with many flowers.

"Looking good." Scott said, after seeing all these flowers.

"Obviously it must be. Jeff was such a sweetie."

Sheri claimed, Scott secretly agreed to it.

"So why'd you chose to come? Yesterday you sounded a bit stressed."

He looked at Winston for some seconds.

"Well... Winston helped me to understand that I shouldnt feel resposible for Montys death."

Sheri tilted her head slightly.

"What does that has to do with Jeff?"

"I...." he looked at Winston again. "I guess... I ahve to tell you something."

And he told her. About everything. About what Jeff told him- what he ased him for. About Monty. About Clay. That Scott flt like the burdern was all on him.

He strayed calm through all of it.

"He had to much hopes in me- Monty and the others dragged me deep into their darkness. That non of theri fault. If only, thene mine. Because I knew what would happen."

"Oh damn... But... he should've never left it all on you. Ther was no chance of you to handle it all alone."

"I did it anyway- I wanted to."

Sheri and Winston both waited for a clear answer.

"I wanted to make him proud. Ther are still things I will always deny. For the fact that its now to late and never was about any relevance."

Sheri laughed.

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With Wings {1K}

Part 1/3--Bucky x Female Reader 

Requested by @moongoddessxxx: hope you like it girl <3 sorry it took so long!!

Word Count: 1994

Warnings: tw: attempted rape/sexual abuse, violence, some angst but mostly fluffy Bucky (it get’s happier, loves)

The day you met Bucky Barnes would be a day you’d never forget. You’d been living in New York for a few weeks at that point and needless to say, you were fairly lonely. You had no roommates, no family, no friends in the area and all you could really do was go to work at a restaurant you’d just started at and come home to an empty, bare apartment. 

But after you finished a particularly long and irritating shift, you realized you were much further from the bus stop than you would have liked.You were skittish in the dark and you hated when you had to work double shifts because that meant you’d finish after the sun went down. As you stepped out the double doors, you shivered and clutched your coat more tightly around you as the cold wind seemed to blow straight through you. You swear under your breath as you realize the bus stop is ten blocks away, the stretch somehow feeling longer in the icy darkness. Swallowing your fear, you start on the long trek to the bus stop when you sense a presence behind you. Despite every instinct telling you not to, you glance behind you to find two large figures following behind you, getting closer and closer despite your efforts to walk faster.

When they got too close for your liking, you break out into a full out sprint, ready to scream if the moment called for it and they begin to run after to you too, and boy, they were much faster and from the way their coats tightened around their muscular arms, you knew they were stronger too. “HELP!” You scream as they start to gain more and more ground on you. “Come on, pretty lady. Don’t be like that.” One of them called out creepily behind you. You pour on speed but then, you feel a hand clamp down on your coat, dragging you so hard you feel like you’ll have whiplash as a result. They shove you into an alleyway as easily as they would a rag doll and push you up against one of the icy wall, pinning you effectively. “Get the hell off me!” You yell as you try to shoving him off, punching and kicking as much as you can but you may as well have been laying gentle caresses for all the effect they had. The other guy is cheering him on, yelling obscene words about you as the other pins your hands above your head and shoving his lips against yours roughly. “Now where’s the fun in that?” The first man laughs as he forces himself in between your clothed thighs. Your heart freezes as you realize what they were about to do to you and you scream louder, fighting as hard as you possibly could, but you were a fairly small girl and these men were easily over six feet tall and strong as hell. The man's hands reach for the waistband of your jeans, fingers fumbling with the button of your fly as you fight back furiously, refusing to let this happen to you.

“Fucking cooperate.” He snarls in your ear before he slams his fist into your cheek, a surprised cry of pain escaping your lips but your eyes have gone slightly fuzzy from the impact of his punch. He rips your coat, exposing the v-neck you were wearing and another, more icy bolt of fear shoots through you as his hands grip your breasts roughly despite everything you’re doing to fight him off.

Just when you’ve given up hope, you glance to your side and see another man approaching the three of you. “HELP ME!” You scream, hoping and praying that he would. This man lets out an enraged roar and instantly grabs the man on top of you and easily throwing him against the wall, knocking him out effectively. He beats the other man with a strength you would never expect from a human and he doesn’t stop until that one’s out cold too. When he’s done, he spits on them, a disgusted growl building in his chest. “Pieces of shit.” He mutters furiously under his breath. Still in shock and your mind fuzzy from the first man’s punches, you sink to the ground, your legs giving out as your breathing becomes harder and more laboured. “Hey, hey.” Your saviour rushes to your side and kneels in front of you. “You’re okay now, doll.”

Your eyes dart wildly, still fearful but when your gaze focuses on him, you’re met with the piercing blue eyes and long dark hair of the man that saved you. “You think you can walk?” He asks. Unable to speak, you nod but from the way he smiles at you with pity, you know it must be unconvincing. “Come here. Let’s get you out of here.” The long haired man easily scoops you up into his arms and you immediately feel safer with his arms around you. “I’m Bucky Barnes.” He says easily as he carries you out of the alley and starts to head down the street.

“Y/N.” You murmur as he carries you into a nearby restaurant, the warmth hitting you like a truck as he steps inside. “Woah man, is she okay?” The host asks when his eyes fall on you. “She’s fine. Can we just get some water?” Bucky asks. He glances down at your face and winces. “And some ice?” The waiter dashes off to get what you need while Bucky heads to the back of the restaurant, setting you down gently into one of the booths. He sits you up but you’re already coming out of your shock and you get up just as the waiter brings by a pitcher of water and bag of ice. Bucky pours you a glass and hands it you before reaching for the ice and holding it tenderly to your cheek.

“I’m fine, Bucky.” You wave his hand away but he ignores it, keeping his hand on your cheek. “Drink.” He replies sternly. You sigh defeatedly in response but take a sip of the water.

“What were you doing by yourself in the city at night? Do you have a death wish?” He asks, inclining his head and furrowing his brow as if he can’t understand why you’d be so careless. You laugh humorlessly and shake your head.

“I just moved to New York and I have a new job. I can’t exactly say no when my boss asks me to stay and cover an extra shift.” You reply bitterly. “Welcome to the city.”

“I’ll say.” He lifts the ice and you see a flare of anger as he studies the red mark that will no doubt leave a bruise. “I’m sorry this happened to you.” He murmurs contritely as he studies your face. “Thank you...Bucky.” You say back quietly, looking down. The two of you end up talking for a straight hour, mainly him asking questions about you and as the night progresses, you find your guards coming down. He’s so unbelievably easy to talk to that you don’t even realize how long you’d been talking. But he skates over his own life and any personal questions that you ask which you find strange. You know you’ve hit a sore subject when you ask him those questions because a twinge of pain flares in his eyes everytime so you decide to stay away from those topics for now.

It feels like you’d barely been talking for fifteen minutes when the waiter comes by and tells you the restaurant was closing. You can’t help but feel disappointed as you walk outside, followed closely by Bucky who rests a hand on your back which you find you actually like. You’re quiet for a few moments, caught between not wanting to say goodbye and not wanting to be a complete clingy moron.

“How are you getting home?” He asks, breaking the silence as he pulls his coat tighter around his shoulders. “I was going to take the bus but…” You trail off and glance down at your watch. “It looks like they’ve stopped running.”

You sigh in exasperation. Could nothing go right today? “I can give you a ride.” Bucky offers. “You have a car?”

Bucky smirks devilishly. “No.” You follow him, curious as what he means and after a few minutes of walking, you reach an intimidating looking motorcycle and instantly nervousness strikes through you.

“Are you serious?” You ask as you approach the metallic frame. “You want me to get on this?” “Come on, darlin’, it’s not that dangerous.” Humour glints in his eyes at your reluctance but not one to be chased away, you sigh gesture for him to get on. “Alright fine.” You mutter since you don’t have any other options but you eye the death cycle worriedly as he straddles the seat.

You find yourself looking him over. He’s absolutely gorgeous, obviously, but he was also well built. He wore a glove on only his left hand which you found strange but you brush the thought away. Instead, your eyes sweep over the muscular planes of his back, the way the muscles stretch and tighten as he places his hands on the handlebars; you can see them clear as day despite the thick jacket he has on and he looks at you expectantly.

“Well, if you’re done gawking at me, you can get on now.” He smirks. You let out an indignant noise, your face going red at being caught but you can’t exactly argue with him. You were gawking. You ignore his comment and climb ungracefully on the back of the motorcycle but there isn’t much room so you practically mold yourself to his back, your thighs squeezing his waist tightly. If you weren’t faced away from him, you’d see the furious heat rising to Bucky’s cheeks. He hasn’t been this close to a woman in years and the fact that you, such a beautiful woman, is holding on to his torso, your breasts pressing up against his back with every breath leaving your lungs, is distracting to say the least.

You rattle off directions to your apartment which is wedged in between more shoddy and rundown apartments and even though you feel like Bucky wouldn’t be the kind of person to judge you for that, you still feel nervous about it. The ride is short, thanks to Bucky’s daredevil speed, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to the front of your house. You give a small sigh of disappointment as you realize you need to say goodbye to him now and you’ll probably never see him again. As you disentangle yourself from Bucky’s thick body, his eyes catch yours. He’s looking all over your face, his eyes drifting from the pink in your cheeks and the way your hair falls slightly into your eyes. Then suddenly he grabs your waist and pulls you against him, holding you in his gaze for a moment before he crashes his lips to yours. Bucky tastes of warmth, spice, and you’re hit with the realization that you never want to let of this kiss. He’s pouring his feelings into the kiss, and despite the fact that you’ve only met him an hour and a half earlier, you know you’ve made an unbreakable connection with this man.

When you pull away you smile and bite your lip, absently twisting your fingers in his hair.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He grins. “I hope so.” You reply coyly before turning away from him and running up the steps to your apartment. You glance behind you to find him staring after you and you feel a furious blush rising in your cheeks, so to avoid the prospect of looking like a complete idiot, you turn quickly away from him and duck into your apartment as a moronically love struck grin crosses your face.

A/N: The final chapter of Let Me In should hopefully be up by sunday!!

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Georgia on My Mind Part 16. Better Angels

Note: I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters, but I do own Georgia May Grimes. Please leave comments and enjoy.

Summary: AU. Georgia is Rick’s oldest daughter from a previous relationship. This is the story of how she survives the zombie apocalypse, fight walkers, bonds with her new family, and finds love. (Is that too cheesy?)

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Warning: Mentions of attempt at Rape. Mentions of sexual assault. Blood. Gore.  

I didn’t sleep that night. Everytime I closed my eyes I either saw Shane trying to touch me or Dale choking to death on his blood in the middle of a field. I spent most of the night crying silently to myself so I wouldn’t wake up Carl. The next morning, Dad and Lori woke us up early for Dale’s funeral.  as we stood around the newest grave that was under the oak tree on the edge of the property, right next to Otis and Sophia. I was standing in a circle with everyone else while Daryl stood a little outside of the group.

“Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare. And brave.” Dad said and I brushed a few tears away and heard Carl sniffle next to me. Dad shuffled his feet then continued, “Whenever I’d make a decision. I’d look to Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us.He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us-the truth, who we really are. In the end he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken; the best way to honor it is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives, our safety, our future. We’re not broken. We’re gonna prove him wrong. From now on, we’re gonna do this his way. This is how we honor Dale.” He nodded to himself.

……….

We broke apart and started discussing with Hershel about moving an extra group of people in the farm house, totalling in fourteen people in one house. Shane, Andrea, and T-Dog had gone off on some secret mission and I was glad to be rid of Shane for a while since I was extremely uncomfortable around him and I hadn’t told anyone, but Daryl, what had happened.

“It’s gonna be tight. Fourteen people in one house.” Dad said snapping me out of my gaze.

“Don’t worry about that. With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up…” Hershel listed.

“With 50 head of cattle on property we might as well be ringing the damn dinner bell.”  Maggie said.

“She’s right. We should have moved you in a while ago.” Hershel said.

I leaned on the truck and looked at the farm house, “We should move the cars near each of the doors facing towards the roads.” I suggested.

“I agree. We’ll also build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sightlines, both side of the property. I’m going to hand out assignments. JoJo, go help Lori with moving, I don’t want her lifting anything too heavy.” Dad instructed.

I nodded and started walking towards our tents, until I felt a presences behind me. I turned to look and saw Daryl standing a few feet behind me.

“Are you following me?” I asked teasingly and he nodded, “You can stalk me all you want, but I helping Lori move things into the house so she’s probably going to put you to work.” I smirked as I turned to continue walking and didn’t hear Daryl following me.

“I’m on guard duty if you need me.” He mumbled.

I grabbed a few random bags and boxes and loaded them into one of the cars. T-Dog came and put a few of our water containers in the back then we closed the doors and I drove over to the front of the house and backed up to the front door.

We finished unloading and moving all the cars to the farmhouse about an hour later, I was sitting on the front porch, tightening my bow string when I heard a motorcycle rev. I smiled and looked up to see Daryl pull up to the house.

“Hey, Dixon. When do I get a ride?” I asked standing up and leaning on the railing.

“When your mama and daddy stop sending me dirty looks every time I stand near you.” He answered.

“I hear you are my dad’s right hand man now and you two are going into town to cut Randel loose.” I said.

He grunted and shook his head and I raised an eyebrow at him, “We ain’t leaving for a while longer. Don’t want to leave you here. Not with him.”

I shuddered and nodded, ‘I’m thinking about telling Lori.”

He nodded, “Think you should. I got a few things to do before yer dad and I leave. I’ll be fixin’ the barn.” He said. I waved and blew him a kiss as he walked away and he wrinkled his nose at me.

Lori poked her head out of the front door, “If you’re done flirting, we could use your help moving everything into other rooms.” She smirked and I followed her in the front door where Hershel, Maggie, Glenn, and T-Dog were waiting and Jimmy started giving instructions.

“The men are in the back room if you want to follow me.” He led Carl and T-Dog.

“You can put your things in my room, Glenn.” Maggie offered

Glenn blushed, “Maybe not when your dad is in the house.” He said and he followed Jimmy back.

“Georgia, I swear if you ask if you can stay in a room with Daryl…” Lori glared.

“Lori! I’m eighteen. I’ve kissed him a few, maybe two, times and I’m living in a house with thirteen other people, three of whom are my family.” I defended and she held her hands up in surrender and smiled.

She bent down to pick up a heavy tote, but I beat her to it, “Dad said not to let you strain yourself.” I explained.

“Alright. That goes in the corner of the livingroom. That’s where you, me, your dad, and Carl are staying.” Lori pointed.

“You can put that in my room.” Hershel said walking standing up from the couch he was sitting on, ‘You’ll be more comfortable.”

“We can’t do that.” I argued.

“A pregnant woman and a child on the floor while I’ve got a bed to myself?” Hershel asked and I suddenly realized that the invitation would not be extended to me and my dad. At least we’d be able to be in the same room.

“This is still your home.” Lori said.

“It’s our home. I’ll take the couch downstairs. On nights when I’d come home reeking of bourbon, my wife would lock the bedroom door. That couch and I are old friends.” Hershel said, turning and following the other men into the back room. My arms started shaking from holding up the heavy tote.

“So, where am I putting this?” I asked.

Lori shrugged, “I guess upstairs.”

We walked up the stairs to Hershel’s room and I set the box down, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw two chairs that Dad and I could take.

“Georgia? Is there something you want to talk about?” Lori asked timidly and I tensed up.

“No. Why?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“Because you have been incredibly brave these last few months and you have taken on so much responsibility. You should be planning for college, not planning the fastest escape route out of a place.” She said.

“Actually, I always plan my escape route. Dad taught me to when I was really young.” I answered.

“Don’t try to change the subject. You were fine yesterday afternoon, then you came back with a black eye and split lip, holding Daryl’s hand, and you spent the whole night crying.” She said.

I felt tears well up in my eyes, “Daryl didn’t do anything! He helped me!” I shouted.

“Helped you with what? Sweetie, who hurt you?” She asked and the dam broke. I started sobbing and I couldn’t seem to stop, I vaguely felt Lori wrap her arms around me and lead me to sit by her on the bed.

“You can tell me. If you want this can stay between you and me. You know I won’t judge you.” She said and I knew she was telling the truth because despite how much we don’t get along she would never judge me for what Shane did to me.

“Something happened...I was out practicing with my bow...a-and Shane...Shane came up to me and started yelling at me-me. He p-p-pinned me to a tree and h-he started unbuttoning my top.” I sobbed burying my face in Lori’s shirt, “I-I-I screamed and he hit me...and I-I couldn’t stop him. But-t, then a b-branch snapped and he ran and D-Daryl found me and h-helped me.” I finished.

I felt a few drops land on my head and I knew Lori was crying to, “Everything is going to be okay. You were so brave for telling me and I know it hurts and you feel awful, but it’s going to be okay. He did the same thing to me at the CDC and we are going to work through this together.” She promised, rubbing my back and crying along with me.

“H-He tried to ra...hurt you, too?” I asked quietly.

“Yes, and I was never brave enough to tell anyone about it.” She said.

Maybe Lori and I will never be a perfect mother-daughter couple, but right now we were all we needed.

……….

Lori and I went back downstairs a while later and finished setting everything up. Dad and Daryl were out of the front porch planning and Hershel had suggested i do the polite young southern girl thing and bring them some lemonade. As I brought three glasses out for us, Shane pulled up to the porch and I tensed up, Daryl stood and placed himself in front of me.

“Have you seen Carl lately?” Shane asked.

“Why?” Dad asked.

“He came to me earlier. I wasn’t supposed to say anything, but he was in the swamp yesterday and he came across a walker stuck in the mud. He got scared and ran off.” Shane said.

“The same walker who killed Dale?” I asked timidly.

“I’ll have Lori talk to him.” Dad said turning back to the map in front of him.

“I think he needs to hear it from his father.” Shane said.

“It’s my call.” Dad snapped.

“How about I ride with Daryl, it’d be good for us to spend some time together.” Shane said.

“No.” Daryl, Dad, and I all said at once.

Shane nodded then pulled a gun out of his pants and slammed it down on the railing of the porch, “You might want that back Daryl, Carl took it earlier. Shane started to stalk off, Daryl took the gun, and Dad stormed inside to find Lori leaving me standing on the porch.

“Hey Shane!” I called out. He stopped and turned back to me and I took a deep breath before walking down the steps of the porch and standing in front of him.

I drew my hand back and punched him hard in the face, hearing a satisfying crack come from his nose.

“You stay away from me and my family you sick fucked up son of a bitch!” I screamed, hitting him again and kicking him in the shin. He bent over in pain and I strained my shirt and stalked back to the house, not looking back.

I walked back and saw Daryl putting the gun back in his bag on his motorcycle, “Atta girl.”

……….

Dad and Daryl were loading up the truck with the supplies for Randel and their own supplies while I sat out on the porch enjoying the last of the warmer weather. T-Dog had just gone to get Randel, Carl was inside getting yelled at by Lori, and Shane had yet to show his face around the house. For a moment I thought things might be going okay until T-Dog ran over to us without Randel in sight.

“He’s gone. The handcuffs are still locked. He must have slipped them.” T-Dog said.

“You guys go check out the barn, I’ll tell the others.” I said before going into the house. I walked into the kitchen were pretty much everyone was sitting, “So, Randel’s missing.”

Everyone was immediately up and grabbing their weapons and I went and grabbed my bow from the upstairs bedroom.

“How’d he go missing?” Lori asked.

“How long has he been gone?” Hershel added.

“What’s going on?” Andrea asked walking into the chaos that was beginning downstairs.

“It’s hard to say.” Hershel said as we all walked over to the barn.

“Is it even possible for him to slipped out of those cuffs?” Carol asked.

“It is if you’ve got nothing to lose.” Andrea commented.

Hershel walked over to the barn door and picked up the still closed and intact lock, “It was locked from the outside and he didn’t break it.”

“Someone must have let him out.” Glenn said.

“Let’s not start pointing fingers.” Dad said trying to calm everyone down.

“I think it was Mr. Green, in the library, with the candlestick.” I joked and Glenn, Maggie, and Beth all giggled.

“Rick! Rick!” Shane yelled and we all turned to see him coming out of the woods looking freely bloodied, his nose in worse shape than I had put it in, “He’s armed! He’s got my gun.”

“Are you okay?” Carl asked and I wished he was able to see past Shane facade.

“I’m fine. Little bastard snuck up on me.” Shane answered.

Dad turned to look at the group, “Hershel, T-Dog, get everyone back into the house. Daryl, Glenn, JoJo, you’re with us.” I nodded and nocked an arrow in my bow. I still found it strangely amusing that 5’2, eighteen year old me was treated like a little girl when they wanted me to be and then thrown into the line of fire during a crisis.

“T, I’m gonna need that gun.” Shane said walking over to T-Dog.

“Just let him go.” Carol pleaded, “That was the plan wasn’t it? To just let him go.”

“The plan was to cut him loose far away from here. Not in our front lawn with a gun.” Shane corrected.

“Don’t go out there. Y’all know what can happen.” Carol begged.

“Everyone back in the house. Lock the doors and stay put.” Dad instructed before the five of us walked towards the tree line.

“I saw him head up through the trees that way before I blacked out.” Shane said vaguely pointing West.

“He couldn’t have gotten far. He’s hobbled, exhausted.” Dad said.

“And armed.” Glenn pointed out.

“So are we. Daryl, can you track him?” Dad asked and I seriously doubted it would be a yes since we could barely see anything with the setting sun.

“No. I don’t see nothing.” Daryl answered.

“Hey, look, there ain’t no use tracking him, okay.”  Shane said.

“Wait. I got somthin’. He went that way.” Daryl pointed. “We should pair up.”

“We spread out and just chase him down. That’s it.” Shane said.

“For a guy who was just attached and had his gun stolen, you really don’t want to find him.” I pointed out.

“C’mon man. The kids a buck 25 soakin’ wet, you’re trying to tell us he got the jump on ya?” Daryl asked backing me up.

“I say a rock pretty much evens the odds, wouldn’t you.” Shane argued.

  “Alright, knock it off. Daryl started heading up the right flank. Glenn and JoJo, middle. Me and Shane will take the left. Remember, Randel’s not the only threat out there. Keep an eye out.” Dad said and they split up, I grabbed Daryl and Glenn and dragged them a little further away.

“I don’t trust this at all and I know this is going to end badly is Shane and Dad are out there alone. My bet is that Shane has already killed Randel, I mean, he was a cop, I’ve seen him in action and Randel won’t have gotten the jump on him. You two take the left and I’m gonna follow them.” I explained and the guys nodded.

I quickly and quietly made my way after Shane and Dad staying far enough away that I could see them, but not hear their conversation. I watched them walk next to each other, never letting one get behind the others back, watched Shane constantly look around like someone was going to see them. Finally Dad slowed his pace and fell behind Shane, quietly pulling his trusty colt out of it’s holster and my breath caught in my throat.

I realised that a bow and arrow wasn’t the right weapon for what I was sure was going to go down between my dad and the man I used to see as my uncle. I withdrew the arrow and slung my bow across my back then pulled my gun out of the back of my jeans, double checked that my knife was in my hip holster at the ready, and continued to follow.

Shane led Dad all the way back to the clearing and I weighed my options, stick to the treeline and maybe not get there quick enough if something happened or step into the field and be seen and sent to the house like a little kid and someone would probably still end up dead. I decided to stick to the treeline and at least give my dad a fighting chance.

What I was witnessing almost looked like an old fashioned duel: Dad put his gun away and walked a few feet away from Shane, keeping his back turned to him and Shane seemed to turn partly to the side as well. I took a deep breath and walked out into the field since neither man was looking at me and bent down low in the tall grass.

Suddenly the two turned back to face each other and started to circle each other and I realised that even if they did see me, it wouldn’t stop them at this point. I undid the safety on my gun, but kept it pointed at the ground in front of me.

“We tried to kill each other!” Shane yelled suddenly startling me.

“So, what you’re just going to kill me in cold blood. Screw my wife. Have my children-my children-call you daddy now. Is that what you want?” Dad yelled back. I realised that they weren’t yelling, I had just managed to move myself close enough to hear them.

“There lives would be better.” Shane said and I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

“You won’t be able to live with it.” Dad warned.

“You want to know what I can live with? Here I am, man! Raise your gun!” Shane said raising his arms up and I followed his instructions and raised my gun, still kneeling in the grass.

“I will not!” Dad said.

“I thought you were done being the good guy! Isn’t that what you said!” Shane shouted, “Even right here, right now, you ain’t gonna fight me for ‘em. I’m better a better father than you, Rick. I’m better for Lori than you, man. It’s cause I’m a better man than you, Rick. ‘Cause I can be here and I’ll fight for it. You come back here and you destroy everything! You got a broken woman, a weak boy, a fucked up daughter. You ain’t got the first clue how to fix it! Raise your gun!” Shane screamed drawing his gun and I aimed mine at the back of his head as my dad raised his hands.

“You’re going to shoot an unarmed man?” Dad asked.

Dad reached down and pulled his gun out and held it out to Shane, inching towards Shane and the moment Dad handed over the gun I watched him pulled his knife out of his stab Shane in the chest.

“Ah!” I shouted and covered my mouth with my free hand as Dad lowered Shane’s body to the ground and he started sobbing.

Dad looked over at me, “JoJo! What are you doing here?” He stood up and started walking towards me. Dad started rambling about how he had to do this, but my eyes were trained on Shane body. He twitched. I swore I saw him twitch. I stood up and slowly raised my gun as Dad continue to beg me to understand and not be mad, which I wasn’t.

Shane stood up and I fired.

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