#god the drop him! now.... maybe you're a man and i'm your dog..

[nadjasnandor]

What We Do in the Shadows | 6.10. - "The Promotion"

[celestialprincesse]

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I'm sorry but I just know that Price has a breeding kink🥴

mdni 🎀 nsfw below the cut

Price has always, despite his situation, considered himself a family man, and with not only the added financial benefits of being boosted up to the SAS, but also the flexibility of being a captain, there's a yearning for something to come home to. So, when he finally marries someone that makes coming home more anticipatory than leaving in the first place, he can't help but finally feel fulfilled. Almost.

There's something missing though. Something that he can't help but yearn for. He's seen the way his fellow soldiers look at their partners with babies slung on their hips or bellies swollen with pregnancy, and he can't help but feel so selfishly jealous. He knows he shouldn't, knows that he should feel grateful for all of the goodness that she's bought into his life, that he's got the privilege of coming home alive, let alone alive, and to a beautiful woman willing to sink down on her knees for him and worship his cock like he's more god than mere man. Despite this, he wants more, and always finds himself feeling like Icarus inching that much closer to the sun with every good thing he gets.

"I want a baby." He growls into your ear whilst his cock is buried to the hilt inside your slick cunt, fingers interlocked and his baby blues burning vehemently into your own. He's long stilled his thrusts to capture your attention, and by the way your tits bob slightly with the movement of a deep inhale pulled in and held, followed by a little ragged puff of air back into his face, he can tell that you're listening. "You want a baby?" The waver in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, the almost imperceptible squeeze of your fingers around Johns igniting a spark of hope in his long thawed heart. "I want a baby. With you."

"Now?"

"Now."

"What about your work?"

"I've already sorted it."

John sees the way your brain short circuits at not only his words, but also the encouragingly slow snap of his hips as he thrusts up against your cervix, the hair of his chest brushing against your already sensitive nipples as he keeps at his languorous pace, waiting for you to give him an answer before he stuffs you full of his cum and doesn't let you get up through fear of potentially wasting even a drop of his seed.

"Please, darling. Fuck." He grunts as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes glossed over as you zone out, imagining a future with you and the man you love, and your children - child, even - maybe a dog for good measure. "You're sure you're ready?" You whisper, feeling the distinct prickling of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. "S' all I want."

"Okay."

And with that, John's warm hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers curling into the roots of your hair whilst his free arm supports his position over you. Every time the weeping tip of his cock slams up into the plug of your womb and leaves your eyes rolling shut, he yanks gently on your hair, just enough to jerk your head back to look at his almost animal expression, growling about how he wants to look his wife in the eye when he fucks her full of his kids. He's entirely merciless as he spears you open on his cock, hitting the spot that makes your walls flutter desperately around him with every thrust, huffing in your ear when you drag your nails down his back at the mention of how fucking sexy you'll look all soft and swollen with his baby. You both know he won't be stopping at one.

You cum almost shamefully around his cock when he grabs a handful of the plush flesh of your boobs, dropping kisses down the column of your neck until his nose rests against your collarbone, keening out from both the physical and mental overstimulation. John rides you through it, leaving his tip brushing against your cervix as he finishes himself, before rolling you over with his cock still plugged inside, not wasting any of his cum as you lay there panting on his chest whilst his lips press to the top of your head before whispering in your ear:

"So I was thinking green for the nursery?"

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quick lil something because I literally have no ideas of what to write oops 🤭

[glitch-karma]

hai i want to req a scenario where bsd characters has a crush on the reader and tries dropping hints but the reader just thinks that they’re being nice :D

characters: yosano, nikolai, akutagawa, ranpo, jouno

I added Chuuya cause I am self-indulgent, but enjoy!

Tw: Very light talk of characters being very touchy, but still sfw

Yosano

she's so obvious

Constantly complimenting you

Saying how pretty/handsome you are

Maybe a little touchy iykyk

She honestly wants to confess and have a serious relationship with you

and she's been trying to drop hints but..

"Oh Y/n~, you're so cute I could eat you up.."

"Huh? You can't eat people Yosano! Do you need something to snack on?"

"ugh. No, thank you, dear..."

Finally, she'll confess to you after patching you up after a small mission.

"Y/n.. I uhm, really like you."

"Awe, I like you too Yosano! You're my best friend"

She falls on the floor momentarily before just jumping up, grabbing you by the collar, and kissing you.

"O-Oh!" "Yeah. Oh."

"So? Do you.. Like me too?"

"W-Well. If it means we could do that agai- MPHM!"

Nikolai

Another obvious one

Now he's the real feeler upper

He will not let you GO MAN

Definitely a grabber too

I have this vision of him full-on grabbing your ass and you're just like "Oh? What's up, Nikolai?"

Surprise hugs from behind

He lets you braid his hair

Unlike Yosano, he will not be as patient

He'll grab your hands, get down on one knee, and scream:

"Y/n~! I love you! Please go out with me so we can be free together!"

You are not expecting this at all

So you shakily nod

Then he'll pick you up bridal style and run around with you in his arms <3

Akutagawa

Now with him

I wouldn't fucking notice either bro

His idea of hints is odd

"You don't suck at fighting.."

"Uhm... Thank you?"

He's read that some people give food to their crushes, so he'll randomly just set a cup of tea down on your desk

Since it's a food he likes, he'll also just leave figs on your desk???

It's, very confusing to say the least

In this case, I don't see him ever actually confessing

it was actually Chuuya that found out and pushed him along

Aka, he dragged you both into the same room and pushed Akutagawa along

but it all worked out in the end

Ranpo

Oh my God you gotta be real dence

CLIMBS ON YOU?

LIKE FULL ON SCALES YOUR BODY AND SITS ON YOUR SHOULDERS

And when you get tired and ask him to get off he's just like "Nah I'm good."

Shares his snacks with you

You brought him sweet mochi one day and that was the day he vowed to marry you

You thought he was joking?

Likes pitching your cheeks

"You're so squishy and cute Y/n~ Just like a dumpling" "Ranpo that hurts-"

The way he confesses I hear you ask?

One morning he just, out of nowhere kisses your cheek.

You FLIPPED out and he was just confused

"oh, are we not dating?" "WHAT? NO?!"

He didn't realize you were too busy to notice his feelings

Jouno

Side note: God we need more Jouno hc's fr tho

Jouno's way of showing he loves you?

Training you to the mfing bone.

Bro does not let up

If you're a hunting dog it's even worse

Y'know that scene where he stands on tecchou's back?

He does that all the time

Sometimes hits your head too

But, if he sees you're genuinely struggling he eases up

Honestly, he shows hints in very small ways that you wouldn't notice

Like a small pat on the back or bringing you water after a long day

All the other hunting dogs can see the way he listens extra intently when you talk as well

Another thing, he remembers almost every conversation you two have even had.

So he knows all your interests, likes, and hobbies

He would probably just casually do a normal confession, bring you a rose and a gift <3

Chuuya

Chuuya is terrified of letting people get too close to him (Kinnie moment-)

So for a while he wouldn't make any attempts at a relationship with you at all

But after you've stuck around him for years, even when others didn't, how could he not be smitten for you?

After a while of denying, he'll finally drop hints

He'll offer to drive you too and from work (mostly for the excuse to have your arms around him)

He also started bringing you lunches on Monday's

Has bought you jewelery and chokers galore

The expensive ones too cause he rich rich

He will drunkenly confess

"Damn.. Why do you have to go and make me fall in love with you?"

"..What?"

He has never sobered up so fast

He tried to stand up and leave, but you grabbed him and hugged him tight

After a few seconds, he did the same

[credince--writes]

Hands (1)

God, you dream of those hands.

Original Prompt:

Size Kink & Breeding Kink with Konig.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - AO3

Konig x Fem! Reader

(A/N): I accidentally fuckin deleted the original post while trying to add links to the other 2 chapters, so reposting LMAO. I'M SO SAD BC IT WAS ONE OF MY BEST PREFORMING POSTS.

Honestly? It started in a very innocent way.

"I'm taking off your gloves."

He sat in front of you, tapping his foot on the cold tile. Currently under the attention of you from the intended use of his hands in combat.

Which is why you were inspecting for broken knuckles.

Most of his gear had been taken off, set aside along with the hood that donned his head on missions. Now, you were pulling the gloved that clung to the asking of his hands off. Inspecting the pale skin beneath them.

"You know, I'm starting to think you do dumb shit like this on purpose." You glance up at him.

"I'd never." He replied.

"Because I'm lookin' at these hands, and I'm seeing a whole lot of unnecessary bruising."

"It was necessary."

You quirked a brow.

"You just, happen to lose your gun there soldier?" You pulled back, leaning back against your seat and shooting him an amused glance.

"Sometimes, things are better done by hand."

"mmhm." You mumbled.

Eyes trailed up his hands, finding stray scars and following the veins leading up to his forearms.

Man,

those were some big hands.

"Is everything alright, doctor?" He asks, amusement twirling around in his eyes, sparking out in his voice.

Maybe he was catching on to your oogling.

"Just making sure nothing broken. Can't imagine it would be fun to work with broken fingers."

"Nein."

"This hurt?" You ask.

"Nein."

"Then you're fine. I'll give you some meds and send you off on your way."

"Danke!" He shot up, clamping a hand down on your shoulder, man near enveloping your entire left side.

You started to imagine what it would be like if that big hand wrapped around your neck.

"Be careful, please."

"Of course." He shot a sideways, toothy grin. The side that his nose crooked over to and the side with the one crooked canine that made him look like a dog ready to chase a bone.

He turned, starting to walk away.

"You know, König." You stated. He stopped a turned around. "If you want to visit me, you don't need to have an injury."

His eyebrows raised, and you could swear there was a blush that tinted his cheeks. "I'll consider that for next time."

Before turning and leaving.

And he did visit you.

One visit turned into two.

Then four.

Then he just popped in so often while he was not on a mission he became part of your routine.

Have a cup of coffee with König in the morning, maybe even join him for dinner and enjoy it in the sanctity of your quiet and private office.

Just so happened that the longer you spent with him the more your thoughts were clouded.

His hands,

his thighs,

fuck, you can't even imagine how big his cock would be.

You'd like to think you were better than this.

Pressed up in your shower thinking about the huge man, wondering what his bare chest would feel like curling up over your back.

You closed your eyes, trying to picture just how good it would feel.

It would be right after he comes back from a mission, the dark look in his eyes still clouding his consciousness as he's still in the mindset of a soldier, a killer.

His steps would be heavier- you'd hear him walk into the bathroom, the rustling of clothing as he strips the cloth covering his flesh discarded down to the ground without a second thought.

He'd slip into the shower, with your head placed under the stream of hot water. Almost comically so, his head would be unable to reach the stream of water without immensely bending at the knees.

You'd hum, leaning back into him as he'd reach his arm around your waist, pulling your wet body closer to his. Head dropping down for his mouth to latch onto the nape of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.

Gasping throwing your head back farther and allowing it to bump against his shoulder, letting out a light whine that he'd love to harvest from your throat.

One hand would drift down, widening his palm as it flattened and slid down your tummy, nearly covering the expanse of your abdomen before it dipped down, lower.

His other hand would grab your chin, pulling your head back to meet into a feverish kiss. Pressing your back up against the cold wall of the shower, holding it up against it.

On a normal occasion, you'd be terrified to slip, but you just know with his arm slinked around over you waist toying dangerously close to your cunt that there was no chance of slipping.

No chance of him letting you go.

A digit would brush up through your folds collecting the slippery production of your arousal, dragging his finger ever so carefully up until it traced around your clit. Circling it, dangerously so.

Applying pressure as the rough pad of his finger pushed against your clit, mouth devouring any noises you let out.

It hurt, in a way.

One that was so delicious you only wanted more.

His large finger pressing down on your clit felt heavenly, the feeling of his tongue pushing against yours as you swapped spit in the most degenerating fashion.

Your hips unconsciously pushed forward against his hand, bucking as he pressed you firmly against the wall.

He'd tsk, giving you a light scolding before removing his mouth from yours completely, allowing a thin strand of spit to cast its way from him lips to yours.

God.

You could just die.

He'd snicker, that snicker that made his lip quirk upward revealing his crooked tooth. All before he'd lean in and ask,

"What do you want me to do, Schatz?"

"Fuckkkk." You'd whine, letting your head bump against the shower wall. "Please." You'd whisper out.

"Hm?" He'd ask, still toying his finger around your clit.

"Finger me- fuck, please. Please finger me."

His finger would leave your clit, diving back down and just barely poking into your entrance.

The digit was long and thick- it felt like nearly two of your own being stuffed inside you. Even more so as the single digit could curl up in such a delectable manner pressing up against the spongey roof of your core.

You'd breathe harshly, ducking your head up against his neck and arm gripping at the expanse of his back and nails digging into the pale and freckled flesh.

He'd add a second digit, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

No,

You felt like you were on cloud nine as he removed his free hand from you, bringing it down and rubbing on your clit as his other hand pumped mechanically in and out of you, curling his fingers forward and circling the pad of his finger against your clit.

It would feel like your legs would give out first, but he'd keep you upright as you came, his mouth would latch onto yours. Shoving his tongue into your mouth claiming you in the best way possible.

Body draped over yours, his large hands pleasing you to the point of competition-

Blinking, you realized there was no man draped behind you.

The water in the shower had run cold a long time ago, but the pleasant buzz in your head from your shameful masturbation numbed any embarrassment for a few moments.

You sighed, turning off the water and glancing down at your fingers.

For now? Thinking of his large hands would have to do.

[sports-on-sundays]

omgg i'm so relievedd,😭😭 anyway here's the request

can you please do an enemies to lovers with pedri wherein the reader is frenkie's sister and pedri and her have beef with eachother and fight like cats and dogs all the time but pedri is lowkey in love with her and sneakily keeps dropping hints but the reader is too oblivious to notice them, then gavi, sick of their banter tries to get them together by pretending to be interested in the reader and pedri get's furious with gavi cuz he's in love with the reader?

anyway i hope you're doing well, sending you lot's and lot's of lovee 💗💗

she's mine / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x de Jong!female!reader - Enemies to lovers - Pedri can't help but feel more than hate towards his enemy. And he won't stand for it when it seems her attention is being given to anyone else but himself.

Warnings: censored swearing, reader is SO oblivious haha, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE CHEESY ENDING BUT IT FELT SO RIGHT OKAY, her being Frenkie's sister didn't end up becoming a part of the plot so sorry if you wanted it to be anon

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you're doing well also. :)

Requested?: yup!

A gust of warm wind blows your hair in your face as you enter the Barcelona training pitch. You tuck it behind your ear as your eyes scan the green field, searching for someone.

You tell yourself you're looking for your brother, Frenkie, but your eyes only stop searching when they fall on Pedri. He's sitting on one of the coolers, talking with Robert Lewandowski and Sergi Roberto. You smirk and saunter over, slipping down to sit on the cooler next to him. "Hey. Why aren't you out there playing, Pedri?" you say with a condescending smile.

His head snaps over to look at you, and his jaw visibly clenches as he demands, "Where did you come from? You weren't there a second a-"

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention, idiot. I didn't know you were that unaware of your surroundings..."

"Would you stop?" he snarls, gently shoving you. "Why are you always here, anyway? Do you think you have rights to walk right on in just because you're Frenkie's sister?"

You shrug cockily. "Pretty much. Everyone loves me, including Xavi. You're the only idiot that doesn't."

At this, Sergi (mysteriously) gets up and says, "I'll leave you two to fight this one out."

Robert nods and follows close behind, calling over his shoulder, "Don't be too aggressive with each other now!" You hear a snicker in the more experienced player's voice, which only fuels you more to bug Pedri.

"You aren't being too aggressive," you turn back to Pedri. "What kind of weak shove was that, anyway?"

"I just didn't shove you any harder because you're delicate and weak." He glanced up, meeting your eyes as he added, "Shame you've got no boyfriend to take care of your damsel self."

"Oh, for f***'s sake! Shut up- you know you're pulling crap out of thin air now!"

"That's what you do every single argument we have," Pedri comments with an eye roll. He bends down to tie his shoe, but then looks up, meeting your eyes again in that annoying way, and says, "Wait, you have a boyfriend?!"

"Don't say it like that!" you snap. "I don't, but I don't need one. I'm just fine without a stupid man to boss me around!"

He snorts and comments softly as he stands up, "I wouldn't say I'm stupid, and I certainly wouldn't boss you around..."

"Huph! Yeah, right!" you snap, the intention of his statements blowing straight over your head. "I bet you'd be the worst of them all! My God, no woman deserves an ass like you! Sure hope you never get a girlfriend- any would be too good for you."

"So sharp with your comebacks!" Pedri looks back. "But you use the same ones every time. You're so predictab-"

"Hey, Pedri."

Both of you look up to see Gavi sauntering over to the two of you. He pulls a water bottle from the cooler Pedri just stood up from and tells him, "Quit all the chit-chatting, for God's sake. Break time is done for you, Pedri."

"Yeah!" you grin, calling after him as he sulks away, "Lazy!"

Some days later, you walk down the hallway of the training centre. You're waiting for Frenkie, since you're going with him to visit with him and Mikky and some friends after training, when suddenly your nerves are hit simply by a familiar voice calling behind you, "Hey, Y/n..."

You swivel around to meet the obnoxious brown eyes of none other than Pedri. Your jaw clenches, but you're always ready to pick a fight with him- especially if he's up for it.

There's a flash of emotion in his eyes, and all the sudden he goes from walking toward you to being right in front of you. Your back hits the wall it's facing, and you gasp as the scent of his cologne fills your nose. You open your eyes slowly to see only Pedri's eyes. You exhale slowly. He's got you here, with his hands leaning on the wall behind you. You can't read him- you can't tell if he's about to slap you in the face or playfully tease you. All you know is that your nose is about six centimeters from the face of your rival, whom you've hated on a countless number of times.

"What the hell?" you snap. "What's your problem?"

"You know what you did!" he snaps right back, his eyes flashing again.

"What did I do?" you ask innocently as you replay all the rude comments about him and obnoxious tricks played on him.

"You know!" he says, jabbing his elbow into your shoulder- not enough to hurt, so you don't bother with him. He's a coward. He never really hurts you.

You smirk, eyebrows raised, and say, "Was it the chewing gum in your football boot or the 'Kick Me' sign on you last away game?"

"It was the gum-! Wait, 'Kick Me' sign?!"

At this, you break into hysterical laughing at his frightened face. You laugh and laugh, until you finally get out, "You take yourself so seriously, and that's why I know stupid pranks like this really will work in getting under your skin!"

"Tell about the 'Kick Me' sign!" He actually looks quite nervous.

"I managed to give you a 'friendly' pat on the back before you walked the red carpet to the hotel. All the away fans saw. I guess after getting a high-five from their hero, Pedri, they saw he would've rather been kicked in the ass!"

"Wait, it was on my ass?" His eyes widen, and you laugh more, practically wheezing now as Mr. Tough Man is getting dethroned- again. By you, as always.

"No! Lower back, idiot. I guess someone must have taken if off of you before you noticed, and didn't tell you because your pride is so delicate..."

"...Is not!" Pedri snapped, shoving you softly again. "Anyway, the f***ing gum on my expens-"

But you interrupt, showing you really couldn't care less. "Why don't you shove me harder, huh? Weak."

His face twists. "If I did, you might fall over. Clumsy."

"Oh, yeah? Am I? Am I clumsy, or are you just too scared to hurt a woman? Well, I'm not too scared to hurt a man, and I'm also not slamming men into walls to assert my dominance!"

Pedri gapes a little, which feeds your mean-spirited ways.

You grin, and suddenly shove him away. He stumbles back, and reaches back to steady himself on the opposite wall of the hallway.

"Alright, I've f***ing had it with you!" he barks, reaching for you. But you grab his wrist, twisting it. He, with his other hand, clutches the collar of your shirt, and you raise your fist, about to hurl it at his-

Suddenly, another hand grips your wrist, mid air.

Both your's and Pedri's heads flip to the new presence and rest your eyes on the younger Gavi.

Pedri's hand slips off your collar in unison with your hand slipping off his wrist.

Gavi sighs and walks past, in the middle of the two of you, calling behind, "You two, always fighting like cats and dogs! Won't you ever leave each other be? It's starting to get out of hand, with you two wrestling in the halls, and all."

You watch awkwardly as Gavi walks away, both feeling called out at how foolish you were acting.

You sit next to Gavi, swiveling back and forth on a bar stool, in a club. You sip your drink, looking down, because of the slight headache you're starting to obtain from the flashing lights around you, when suddenly someone sits on the other side of you. You look up, seeing that it's none other than Pedri. Again. Now you sit between Gavi and Pedri, and ask obnoxiously to Pedri, "Why are you here?"

He smirks, his eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. "I was here all along. But I could be asking you the same thing, baby."

You snort as Gavi looks over with unimpressed raised eyebrows at Pedri.. "Baby? Your insults are getting worse and worse every day," you remark back snidely, taking the name in a completely different way than most people- including Gavi- probably would.

Who knows how Pedri meant it?

Pedri falters for just a moment, and a strange look of slight confusion and maybe... disappointment?... flashes across his face, before he blinks away the dazed look and replaces it with that stupid smirk again. "You're a stupid baby because I don't think you can handle..." He gently takes your glass from your hand, and it's so sudden, you just watch him do it. "...that."

You glare. "What the hell, Pedri?" you snap. "I'm not anywhere near drunk! Give that back!"

He lifts the quarter full glass above his head, but leans his face close to yours and mutters, just loud enough for you to hear over the blasting party music, "Make me."

You glare more fiercely and snarl, "You know full well I'm capable of beating your ass! Now give me the glass!"

His grin just grows wider, and it annoys you that, for whatever twisted reasons, he's genuinely having fun. Enjoying himself. When you tease him or play pranks on him, you guess you have some fun, but it's mostly just about going out of your way to make his life harder because he's annoying. But he's genuinely having fun right now. Anyone could see that much.

The nerve!

You grab at Pedri, trying to wrestle the drink down, but fail, and just end up stumbling into him. He laughs and very gently elbows you, saying, "Be careful, baby. You've got no prince to catch you if you fall..."

"I don't even get your jokes anymore!" You say in frustrated annoyance. You grit your teeth and double back, ready to ram yourself to his stomach, but suddenly stop yourself when two hands grip your shoulders, and a body slips in between your's and Pedri's. "Gavi!" you say in exasperation. "Stop doing that!"

"You guys stop doing this! These arguments are getting out of hand, for God's sake!"

Pedri sighs, setting your glass down, but says, "It's really none of your business, Gav-"

"It is when you constantly do this with me and every-f***ing-one else around! It becomes our business!" He sighs witha little grunt, sitting back down. You swipe your drink off the table and sit back down next to Gavi, saying, "I'm sorry, Gavi... You see, Pedri's just so stupid..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gavi rolls his eyes.

And little to either Pedri or you know, but the gears in Gavi's brain start spinning.

You sit on the bleachers, typing something up, enjoying the sunshine, when you hear footsteps. You sigh, knowing it will be Pedri approaching, but refuse to look up.

So you're surprised when Gavi says, "Hey, Y/n."

You look up and watch as Gavi sits close next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. You don't think much of this, and don't mind that Gavi sits with you for a while, just chatting about whatever. He speaks softly, making the conversation personal. You respond in your regular tones, because why would you do anything different?

For weeks after this incident, Gavi keeps doing things like this, and, strangely, you've realized Pedri's been bothering you less. And you've been bothering him less.

But he keeps sending you the most venomous glances, it's almost worse than his occasional antagonizing.

Gavi's been getting kind of touchy with you, and you're not sure why, but you assume it's just because... you don't know. But you figure there must be a good, normal reason for it.

So you don't mind it. You enjoy your talks.

Today, you sit on the grass next to Gavi. You can't tell if it's just in your head, but you keep catching Pedri's eyes. And he doesn't look happy.

Well, Gavi's sitting quite close to you, so your shoulders are bumping, and has an arm around you, gently touching your lower back. You watch as Pedri starts walking towards you, and automatically a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Right then, Gavi gently slips his hand onto your thigh.

Automatically, your muscles clench, but you don't even look at Gavi.

Because you're watching Pedri.

He looks livid.

You swallow, and glance to Gavi, but as soon as you do, Pedri reaches him, knocks his hand off your thigh, doesn't even glance to you, and says directly to Gavi, "Come with me."

His tone is hard and cold.

Gavi stands up a little too casually (which seems to just feed Pedri's anger even more) and follows Pedri without a fight.

You stare, watching them go, in kind of a shock.

Once they're gone, you give it a minute or so, before standing up and immediately following. Snooping and eavesdropping are not below you. Can't hurt a girl for being curious, right? Besides, you've become pretty good at not getting caught.

You slowly walk down the stairs into the building, light on your feet, and peek behind every corner, listen through every door.

Finally you freeze when you hear voices, coming from behind a closed door. You lean against the wall slowly, intently listening, and grin softly when you can make out the sentences, before your face becomes serious again.

Gavi is saying, "...you've been the nicest person to her anyway!"

Pedri growls (which makes you swallow nervously), "But it's like you're taking her... She doesn't even like you... I saw the look on her face... Get your hands off of her, anyway... She's mine."

Your eyes furrow in confusion. Clearly he's talking about you, but what does this all mean...? Whatever it does, it certainly makes you feel a little angry, along with the utter uncertainty.

"Yeah? Why haven't you gone for it, then? Shoot your shot? You've just been being rude to her to get her attention without even showing how you really feel- I went about it in the-"

"She doesn't like you!"

"Yeah? Prove it?" Gavi says, just as fiery as Pedri himself, but it sounds a little different. You can't place your finger on what's different about Gavi's tone, though, from Pedri's...

There's a few seconds of silence, before a huff and a smaller comment from Pedri: "But I bet I like her more than you."

"Then prove it. I don't believe you."

"How the hell-"

"Whoever pulls her first."

You stare ahead, eyebrows knitted together.

And suddenly it clicks in your brain that was so opposed to believing anything even close to that, and it all makes sense.

All the stupid comments from him.

This conversation itself.

His dumb nicknames.

Has Pedri really... felt that way... all along?

Then why has he been acting like that?

There's silence between the boys, too, as you consider these things.

And, suddenly, you hear the doorknob turn, and your stomach drops to your knees. You try to swallow down a lump in your throat, looking for anywhere you can go to hide so that they don't see y-

"Y/n-!" Pedri stares at you, frozen.

Oh God. What... What is he going to do? Pick a fight, walk away? Lash out on me or Gavi? Pretend nothing happened?

He whispers, "You heard all that..."

You don't respond. And you're not sure if you could, even if you tried to, anyway.

But he does the most unlikely thing. The thing you weren't ever expecting.

Maybe someone else would. Maybe your brain just doesn't work that way.

But suddenly he pulls you to him, in a half-hug kind of thing, his muscles soft, and whispers, "I'm sorry, but... Maybe this will convince you to give me a shot..."

Suddenly, before you can react, he pulls you into a steamy kiss. You gasp, shocked, and although you don't want it to be happening, you don't want it to stop. You stare ahead, but slowly find the strength to close your eyes.

He pulls away and mutters, "Anyway, let me explain now..."

But suddenly Gavi walks by, casually, a smug look on his face, and he says, "I would have done it differently, but with someone like Y/n, you never know, Pedri... I mean it's funny you two are so immature about the way you're going about this, when I'm younger than both of you."

"You-"

Gavi glances back and interrupts, "Oh, and by the way, it was all a show. I'm not really into Y/n, and I know she's not really into me. It was just to make you jealous. You know, so maybe you'd finally admit your damn feelings and quit bothering her so much. Looks like you still haven't done it though. I've leave you two to that."

Pedri starts gaping as Gavi saunters away, and you stand just as shocked, but for more things than what Pedri's shocked about.

"For God's sake, Gavi," Pedri mutters under his breath, turning back to you. "Well, anyway," he breathes. "I've got a lot to explain... And say sorry for."

"Why were you..." you trail off.

He snorts. "I thought you'd be into that. I thought you'd like that sort of attention."

"I might've..." you chuckle nervously. "If I understood what you were doing in the moment..."

All the sudden, those glimmering brown eyes look deeper than they did before. More complex. Interesting. Beautiful.

Captivating.

Perhaps even... enchanting?

You swallow, and find yourself gripping to his shoulders tighter- which you didn't even know you were holding onto until now.

Now he mutters, but it doesn't seem mean.

You would say it was sexy, if that didn't mean you'd be calling him sexy.

"I've got a lot of work before I can call you mine..." he swallows. Usually a comment like this would disgust you.

But the way he just kissed you makes you not dread, but anticipate (just very, very, very slightly) eagerly all that work he needs to do in order to call you his.

Well, in other words, that set off butterflies in your stomach you didn't even know existed.

And now he whispers, "Sorry if it's too soon, but... Can I kiss you again?"

You grin stupidly and remark, "Only if you're not a coward."

He leans in, and his lips meet yours once again.

[ki-irke]

Julie and the phantoms

Reader x luke Patterson

Reader is Luke’s girlfriend in the 90’s and was with them when he past away and years later when he’s a ghost he goes to vist her and she can see him

Love

Paring: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Luke goes to see his love for the first time after he past away, and it may be the last, but he doesn't expect them to stay together for much longer.

A/N: Ik it's not probably what you had in mind, it was a fun one and too cute to not make!

Words: 613

"I'm going to see y/n," Luke said, looking at Alex.

"You sure? She could have family now, you know?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and carefully watching the brown-haired boy.

"Yeah. I just want to see her when I get the chance."

"Okay," Alex said, nodding his head. But Luke stayed for the next few hours. The thought of you being happy with someone else who wasn't him broke his heart. But he knows that this may be the last time he sees you.

So, while Julie was at school and Alex and Reggie were busy with each other, Luke teleported to where your house used to be.

The house still looked the same. The black fence was overgrown with some kind of ivy, which made it difficult to see the yard. Luke walked forward, putting his feet on the slices of wood that formed the path to the big, white house. He had always thought this place was magical, and seeing it still look the same after all these years made him believe it more. When he was about to walk into the house, the door opened. A tall, dark-haired man with a dog on a leash came out. Lukes' heart stopped for a second. Is this your boyfriend? Or even husband? After the man came a smiling woman. SHe leaned against the doorframe. The man turned around to send her a kiss and walked out of the yard. Before the woman could step back into the house, Luke invited himself inside.

Inside, there were small changes to a more modern one, but it still looked the same. The brown-haired boy eyed the woman carefully, who was now pulling a lighter out of a drawer. She was looking almost like the young you. He gave up looking around the house and simply followed the woman upstairs. The woman was like you. But something about her was different. Maybe it's the age, Luke thought. The women looked at white doors with pastel hearts on them. You didn't remove it after all these years? The woman took a deep breath and went inside.The first thing that caught Luke's attention was the large number of photos, candles, and flowers. What was happening?

"I'm sorry, y/n, that I couldn't save you," the woman said, tears streaming down her face. "All of this is my fault. Mum was right," she added, lighting every candle. Luke didn't know what was happening. You couldn't be dead. I mean, if you would, he could meet you. But who was the woman? Because it surely wasn't your mom. Maybe it's about your daughter?

And then the young girl walked slowly past him.

He didn't see her. But he immediately knew that it was you. You sat beside the woman, putting your head on her shoulder. But the woman continued crying.

"Y/N, if you're listening to me, I'm sorry." you blew out one of the candles near your family photo, which made the woman smile through her tears.

"It's okay, y/s/n. I wanted to protect you," you said, standing up but holding a hand on the woman's head. "She does this every time she's alone," you said softly, turning around to face Luke. It wasn't something funny, but it made him smile.

"Why are you smiling?" you laughed, moving closer to him.

"I thought you were still alive. That you have a new family," he said, but his smile soon dropped. "Did you–?" he asked, but you didn't let him finish.

"God, no. It was an accident, but it's a long story," Luke chuckled, hugging you.

"Well, we have plenty of time, love," he answered, lowering his head to kiss you slowly.

[ph4ngz]

Hey! Since the episode Chigiri calls Isagi attaboy I've been down bad. Hoping I could get something of Chigiri making reader ride his thighs before he fucks them fast as a reward with yk, a mix of attagirl and maybe a little degradation. I'm such a whore for this man istg

Oh, Anon. I've been a whore for this man since the very moment I saw him. Welcome to the club! Hope this was good enough! :D

"Hurry up, I wanna see this." Chigiri tells you with a sinister smirk, arms stretched out to beckon your naked body over to the armchair he's sprawled out on. His toned, strong legs are bouncing with anticipation as you saunter forward at a pace so tantalisingly slow, hesitance flickering within your irises once you're finally straddling one of them. Even as you carefully lower into the awaiting warmth of his lap the expectant movements do not seize, your pretty figure jumping along on top of his clothed thigh. Your untouched clit is lightly dragging over the clean denim of his skinny black jeans, your hands are fisting at the basic sweater he's wearing whilst your features twitch at the slightest hint of stimulation.

"Don't you wanna make me feel nice? Y'don't love me anymore?" his wet lips curl into a childish pout, "come on, harder~" his hushed, cocky beg taunts you, causing your head to drop in an attempt to conceal your flustered expression. God, you feel so exposed! Such lewd words aren't helping, and he refuses to even lay a finger upon your bare skin, which makes it worse tenfold!

"Can't you just..." you pause before lifting your head to face your boyfriend again, the most dangerously adorable puppy dog eyes aimed straight for the bullseye of his heart, "put it inside now?"

Chigiri's eyelids have drooped a little more since you began speaking, long lashes slowly blinking away the lusty blur obscuring his vision each time he looks in your direction. An amused grin tugs at the corners of his kissable lips that are coated in your saliva, sharp canines glinting. It's rather cute when you talk like that, how you hang on to your modesty despite your lack of clothing, despite your position, despite your obvious peeking at the growing bulge between the two of you.

"Woah, I didn't make you out to be such a slut but here we are—" The redhead playfully retorts, scratching the nape of his neck to feign awkwardness until you interrupt with a frustrated tch.

"Fine, Hyoma. Ha-v-ve it your way." you give in with an innocent eyeroll and station a steady grip upon your boyfriend's shoulders, lips quivering when you (begrudgingly) start to grind down on him. Chigiri sighs through his nose, satisfied with your compliance.

"Theeeere we go," he purrs, gladly slinking back into the comfortable armchair, "atta girl."

His slender fingers are so cold when they dance across the warm skin of your hips, flittering up and down. His horny little whimpers, god, they make you feel hot. "Mmn-! Mmmh..." his chest vibrates with every sound he lets escape from the back of his throat. He's loving how heavy your breathing becomes when he suddenly pushes you down by your sides, pulling you harder against him mid-movement.

"Nngh— hah~" you whine as both of your heads knock together lightly, quickened breath intermingling in the small space between your mouths. Then, you hear him sigh again.

"Hhhhhh, these are my favourite pair too. D'ya have to be so messy...?" he asks exasperatingly, and you feel like a vein is about to burst on the side of your head.

"Gah—? You begged me to do this, so-" immediately, you whip your head up with an irritated response, only to be met with his delighted smirk. "Grr...!" you growl inwardly as you drop your head again, swirling your hips with more force before he abruptly squeezes them to still you. A sweet, startled noise leaves you and then, silence.

Chigiri leans in to hover his lips over your ear.

"I get a certain kinda kick outta seeing you get so frustrated with me..." his tongue traces down the shell of your ear, making you shiver. "You know, if you go a little faster," the redhead pauses to lower his voice to a barely audible whisper.

"I'll up the pace even more when I'm fucking your brains out later, yeah?" he smacks your ass with both hands to get you moving again, "alright."

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[gracefulsunflower]

ANGEL - SETH CLEARWATER X READER

PREVOUS Prologue

I

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Seth sat with the pack and the imprints after telling them about you — The little he knew anyways. He was still hung up on the fact that you would only be here for two months.

"Why don't you, I don't know, show up in the same places she is?" Embry suggested, throwing a baseball to Quil as they sat down, albeit carefully — Sam would kill them if they broke something.

Emily wouldn’t mind, but since she bought half of the stuff in the house Sam would break their fingers if they scratched even one thing.

"He's not a mind reader, Embry, God," Leah snarked, throwing an arm around her not so little brother's shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to her.

She smelled like home, so he nestled in a little closer, needing the comfort.

"But the little Cullen is, maybe Jake can ask them for some help," Embry shot back, and Seth looked elated, but then his face dropped.

"But I don't want her to think I'm a stalker or anything," Seth murmured defeatedly, and it was back to the drawing board.

The room went silent, Seth dragging the slightly good mood down with him.

"Adopt a dog," Quil suggested, and everyone looked at him.

"You said she has a dog — If you get one then you can take it for walks when she takes hers for walks. That's not that stalkerish. You have an excuse to be in the same place at the same time," Quil elaborated as he fumbled an extra hard throw from Embry, and Seth grinned so bright that it made everyone else crack a small smile.

"Quil, you're a genius! Now all I need to do is find a dog." Seth replied, his mind running wild as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, wondering who to message.

Adopting dogs from the local shelter was really expensive, and he was saving for a new dirt bike. He only had $200 to go, and he really didn’t want to waste money on a new dog. Not when he could nearly taste the dirt bike.

"Rez dogs are having puppies all of the time man, but if you're that keen Miss Postoak is trying to get rid of her bitch since she can't afford her right now, she’s only a companion dog and the others are working dogs," Jared supplied before taking another bite of his blueberry muffin, courtesy of Emily, and Seth felt victorious as he clicked onto his Mom’s contact and called her, asking if he could get a dog for his birthday.

"You're picking up its’ crap, buying its’ dog food and leashes, and it is getting neutered, we have enough strays on the reservation as is, young man — and I'll help you set up the yard for it when you get it," She replied, then said 'love you' and hung up the phone.

Seth whooped, then calmed back down, looking around the room at his expectant friends.

"What the fuck do I need for a dog?"

Leah pinched her brother’s ear for his foul language, making everyone laugh.

•••

Thankfully, Old Quil owned many a dog in his lifetime, used for hunting, mainly, but most of them were now companions in their old age, the man hesitant to get another in case it outlived him. Young Quil helped Seth buy the needed supplies like leashes, a crate for inside, dishes for the food, a dog bed, and a vet appointment was set for Monday so the bitch that Seth adopted — named Missy, a Rottweiler Shar Pei cross (Rott Pei, Quil had helpfully given him the proper name for the breed of the mutt) could be checked up, seeing as she was due for one.

Seth and Quil now at the store, buying some dog food. The smell was still overwhelming, and mixed in with how all of the other store goers smelled it was nearly unbearable. He could even still smell the products they mopped the floors with. He put the last thing in the cart when he heard a familiar voice. You.

"Quil, shit man, that's her!" Seth whispered excitedly, then listened as you made your way through the aisles, talking about dog food for Cujo.

Quil watched his younger pack mate bounce on his heels as you approached, and tried not to laugh at how excited Seth was getting. The boy turned to face you as soon as you turned the corner, dragging your dad by his hand, a basket in your other hand.

"Oh! It's little Seth!" Alexander pointed out, making you look away from the tins of dog food on the shelf, and give him a friendly grin, dropping your dad’s hand in the process.

"Hello, hello," You greeted, and nodded towards his full trolley, "Stocking up for a vacation?"

Seth turned back at the groups of haphazardly stacked dry kibble bags and wet food cans, and numerous treat packets. Maybe he was going a tiny bit overboard.

"Uh, no," Seth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle, "I'm getting my first dog and I think I got overexcited."

"Oh! Such a spoiled little puppy that will be! Maybe you and miss (Y/N) could take your dogs for walks sometimes! I think she gets sick of her old man slowing her down," Alexander offered, and nudged (Y/N)'s shoulder, "If you need help with the dog too, (Y/N) could teach you a few tricks. Should help her keep herself busy for the next two months."

Seth tried not to smile too hard as he agreed, but noticed that you looked less than pleased, but give him a tight lipped smile nonetheless.

"Dad, grab two dry bags of dog food," You commanded, and your father did your bidding as you somewhat aggressively threw some dog food cans into a basket, managing to dent one of them.

Your father suddenly looked less than pleased with your behaviour as you threw the last can and turned on your heel, shoulder checking him as you walked past him. Alexander looked back at the pair of boys and gave them a tight lipped smile and a small wave before leaving behind his daughter.

Seth cocked his head to the side, trying to drown out the rest of the store goers to listen to you. Quil immediately did the same.

“What in the Gods was that? Ridiculous behaviour for what?” Your father said gruffly, but not unkindly.

"Dadda, I don't want to go for walks with him!" Was the first thing Seth heard you say, which made his heart drop, but he kept on listening anyway.

"Nonsense, he seems nice! A friend wouldn't hurt," Your father tried to reason with you, but you huffed.

"If a friend wouldn't hurt we'd actually live in one place and not move around like nomads." You then let out a soft 'fuck!', most likely stubbing your toe on the stupid boxes near the mouth of aisle 2.

"Well, I'm sure this place is the place. Trust me, tiny child. If it isn't, I'll buy you your dream Dodge Challenger for a late birthday gift." Your father reasoned.

"Don't bullshit me," You snapped back, sounding like you were nearer to the doors.

"I'm not! Matte black Dodge Challenger with red under glow for your birthday, or we live here, I swear it on Cujo's life." Your father pleaded, and you sighed.

"Fine. I'll see if one of the workers knows how to get into contact with him. I'll try to find him on MySpace or Twitter or something." You relented, then the doors opened to the front of the store, and your scent was gone.

Your Father cheered and Quil put Seth into a headlock playfully, messing up his hair, making Seth laugh as he did so.

•••

You sat on your new bed, your dog Cujo, a black Cane Corso who was getting on in his years, shown by the grey fur on his muzzle, resting on the floor next to your bed, not being allowed on any furniture. Your father was doing research in his room.

You picked up a piece of mango and popped it into your mouth as you looked up the name of the place you were staying at on Facebook. You found the profile, and clicked into it, then went straight to followers. You couldn't find any followers with Seth's profile picture, so you went and looked up the name of the school, finding their profile and looking through the followings for Seth. No luck. Even searching his name up you discovered nothing. You stalked his school until you found his name on an old post where he had won an award for a spelling bee, also discovering his last name. Clearwater. Seth Clearwater.

You logged into your MySpace account, and looked for him, and surprisingly found him. His profile picture was a photo of him with a man, standing side by side, grinning.

You found it, and let held your arms up above your head in a victorious manner, looking around the room as if expecting someone to cheer for you, then focussing on your dog.

"See how fucking amazing I am, Cujo? The FBI needs to hire me as a detective," You said, then started scrolling through his profile.

Nothing overly fancy. Just some pictures of him, people you assumed to be his family, and some of nature around the area, alongside some photos of his adventures. You clicked the 'Add Friend' button, and decided to make a new friendship bracelet while you watched movies, heading off to your dad's room to go and ask him to start the bracelet for you.

•••

Seth was currently scrolling through Twitter at his desk as his Xbox 360 started up, Leah lounging on his bed playing Mario on his DS. Technically, he and Leah shared the Xbox, but he just kept it in his room as she didn’t really play it much these days, instead choosing to play his DS. He didn’t mind. Just as long as she stayed in his room so he knew it was safe. Missy was laying halfway under his bed, gnawing at a new chew toy Quil had picked out.

His phone beeped, and a new notification popped up. He walked over and slid onto the bed next to his sister. A new friend request. He looked, and his heart started speeding up as he looked at the profile.

“What?” Leah inquired, hearing the thrumming, looking over his shoulder.

“She added me on MySpace!” Seth told his sister excitedly, showing her the profile picture of you and a black dog, along with your Dad and a woman who looked a bit like you, and accepted your friend request, then started looking through your profile.

There were photos from all around the world. Australia, Sweden, Italy, France. Your father and you were the main focus of your photos, but your nature shots were a sight to behold. There were also some with people that weren’t your father, so maybe friends and relatives. The photos of the woman in your profile picture stopped around a year ago, he noted. Your newest photo was the Welcome to Forks sign, you and a huge black dog posing in front of it, the same one from your profile picture.

A message notification popped up. He opened it, and there was a message from you.

Y/N:

Hey

“Oh my goodness, she messaged me!” Seth nearly squealed, and Leah bit back a laugh at her little brother, knowing that laughing would probably result in him attacking her with a pillow covered in a Spider-Man case.

“Well don’t just ignore it, reply!” Leah urged, and Seth looked at his sister, eyes as wide as saucers.

“What do I say!” Seth panicked, and Leah rolled her eyes, grabbing the iPhone covered in a Spider-Man case and messaging her back.

Seth:

Hey

•••

You blinked at your laptop screen, your friendship bracelet forgotten. You didn’t expect him to reply so fast. You went down to the vending machine just outside of the office about ten minutes ago and he wasn’t there, instead there was a girl at the counter, talking on the phone as she painted her nails. Maybe his shift was over, and he was at home? You didn’t think on it much.

Your fingertips ghosted over the keys, then stopped, instead picking up your phone and logging into MySpace there.

“Dad?” You called out, and he ambled into your room, a sandwich with a bite taken out of it, jerking his head upwards slightly as he chewed.

“Seth messaged me and I don’t know how to reply,” You admitted, and your father chuckled as he came over and sat next to you, trying not to get any crumbs on the bed.

Cujo immediately came over and sat expectantly next to him on the floor, but your father shooed him away. Your baby walked over and laid in his crate, looking offended.

“What do you want to say?” He asked, pulling your phone into his hand, getting ready to type a message for you.

You leaned against his muscly arm, and shrugged. You weren’t very good at holding conversations.

“Why don’t you ask him about his new dog?” Your father suggested and you grinned victoriously, taking back the phone and sending him a message.

Y/N:

How’s things going with preparing for ur dog?

You hummed, feeling content, then sent the message. Seth started typing immediately.

Seth:

She’s good! We picked her up like an hour ago and she’s currently harassing my sister, lol

A photo came through of a dog that looked like a Rottweiler, but was wrinkly, and the tail curved upwards, sitting on the lap of a girl that looked a couple years older than you, playing a DS.

“Oh! Looks like a little Rott Pei! They’re stubborn little fucks,” Your father commented, still eating his sandwich, making you giggle.

Your aunty Lara had one, over in Italy. He tended to chew any shoes left outside, and didn’t like Cujo much.

Seth:

Her name is Missy :)

Y/N:

She’s so cute! Is she a Rott Pei? Dad says they’re stubborn lol

Seth:

Yeah, she is. I’m gonna try and take her for a walk tomorrow. She’s really good on lead, and well socialised. My sister Leah’s coming too, wanna come with?

Before you could type ‘no’, your father snatched your phone and sent a message.

Y/N:

That sounds good, when & where?

“Dad!” You hissed, picking up your stuffed Elmo doll from beside you and assaulting your father with it, making him drop his sandwich.

Cujo wasted no time in scrabbling over and eating it, making you laugh, but you quickly stopped as your phone beeped again, leaning over and grabbing it from your dad’s hand.

Seth:

Tomorrow, like 11am?

We can take out a picnic!

Me and Leah can come pick you up :)

You quickly positioned yourself so you could see Cujo in the background, your dad deciding to hop into the photo as well, holding up both of his thumbs and giving the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

Y/N:

Cujo & I are keen, so’s Dad apparently. See you then!

•••

Leah pinched her little brother’s cheek as he put the phone down, tittering at the way he blushed, the colour in his cheeks and ears becoming more noticeable with the red undertone of his blood rushing to them.

“My baby, all grown up! Going on a date with a girl-”

“-It’s not a date, Leah,” Seth said exasperatedly as he grabbed his phone and messaged Jacob, wanting to let him know first.

Seth:

(Y/N) and I are walking our dogs together tomorrow.

Jacob:

Good job bro :)

You should see if she wants to come to your birthday party tomorrow

Seth blinked. Tomorrow was his birthday. He’d be fifteen, and in two months he’d be starting tenth grade.

Seth:

I forgot about that haha

Are you and Ness coming?

Jacob

Wouldn’t miss it for the world man

I picked out a cool gift but Ness said hers is ‘practical’, or whatever

You know how she is

Seth laughed and sent back a thumbs up emoji, then leaned over and scritched Missy behind her ears, making her wag her tail contentedly. Today was a good day. Tomorrow was going to be even better.

•••

Alexander stood out on the porch of the cabin, facing the sea as he puffed on his Marlboro, the cigarette being his only source of light other than the moon, full and low over the sea.

A movement in the distance, over near some rocks, only just visible in the corner of his eye. His head snapped in the direction of it, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the dark.

Something was staring right back at him, its eyes shining green like a cat’s in the dark. A stare off ensued. Alexander moved ever so slightly, reaching for his crossbow, but the creature then spread its’ wings and took flight, the huge wing span nearly blocking out the moon as it ascended.

Alexander growled and put out his cigarette, dropping it into the metal trash can near his feet. He found what he was looking for. Now it was time to complete the rest of his mission.

•••

Mary Postoak stared at the moon through her kitchen window, opting to watch it as the sink filled up in front of her.

There was a flash of darkness in front of the moon, looking like a huge bird. She gasped, a hand going to her chest. It was bigger than any bird she saw, ever. And the last time she checked; birds didn’t have legs like humans.

A thud was heard in her backyard, and her dogs started barking, making her head for her back door, but a yelp cut her off. She instead turned on her heel, running towards her bedroom and grabbed her rifle, then ran through the hallway, throwing open the back door and loading the rifle.

She grabbed the flashlight from her deck table, and turned it on, shining it toward the scene, and gasped.

Something was hunkered over her dog, feeding from it. Upon hearing her, it looked up, blood covering its lower lip. It was hideous. Pale skin, and two enormous wings. It stood up at its full height, nearly ten feet, and stepped forward, making her drop her torch and point her rifle at it.

She fired it once, hitting it square in the chest. It growled, then lunged for the woman, attacking her before she could even scream.

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Fun fact lol, Missy & Cujo are based on dogs I've owned. Again, not proofread so please kindly point out any mistakes!

[kiddbegins]

Hiii!! Can I request chasexreader where reader is super sick and he takes care of her and is very attentive (maybe a tad bit annoying) but also very fluffy? Thank you!!💗

Overbearing - R. C.

Robert Chase x fem!reader warnings: sick reader, overbearing boyfriend chase, that's it really? word count: NDA (half wrote here) a/n: sorry it's short but I'm just starting to get back into writing these things <3

Being sick wasn’t ideal. It never will be. The second a doctor hands you that note and you’re out for the week it seems like a  blessing. A chance to relax. But no. not when your boyfriend was also a doctor and made it his god given goal in life to make sure you didn’t stress yourself out. At all.

Chase was that boyfriend. The second he realized the small cough wasn’t going away, he did the tests that concluded bronchitis. He set up the medicine to be put aside for you. The steroids and cough medicine that would work together to heal you.

He made you breakfast, lunch and dinner because “As much as you feel like crap, you have to keep eating.” The words he said every single time you tried to brush off eating. And so you suffered through at least half of a meal before he was satisfied with your portion.

Yes, it was partially endearing. He cared, he loved you. That much was true. You’d been together going on three years now, of course he was going to care. But still, it was becoming a bit much.

The man wouldn’t even let you out of bed if he thought it was going to end badly for you. “Baby, I promise you, I will survive sitting out of bed.” You pleaded, sucking on a cherry flavored cough drop that didn’t do much for your mouth other than make your teeth feel funny and maybe slightly keep your cough away.

Barely.

Chase shook his head, sitting on the edge of said bed, reaching over and stroking your hair. “I believe that, but laying down and relaxing, resting is the best thing for you. It doesn’t bother your throat and the lozenges can only do so much to help.”

You groaned, nodding, “I’m aware, but i just want to sit on the couch. Drink tea even. I’m just tired of sitting here." You pouted and how was he supposed to keep denying you anything when you looked at him the way you did?

"Okay, alright, just stop killing me with your stupid puppy dog eyes." He huffed in defeat as he stood. "I'll find some tea for you if you want to fresh up a little, I know you've been wanting to do that."

He was right. Your face was starting to get the level of greasy that it was killing you to even feel it and your hair hadn't been touched since day one. How he even wanted to be near you right now was insane to you.

But the second he disappeared, you pulled yourself up and out of bed, to the bathroom to wash your face, brush through your hair and make note to wash it before the two of you went to bed tonight.

You crunched the last little bit of the cough drop in your mouth, the feeling of your tongue making you pull your toothbrush out. It was time for a new one anyway so who cares if this one got contaminated?

Once all set, cough and all, you headed back out to the living room, happy to be able to sit and watch something on the big screen rather than the smaller one that you had in your room. (Chase refused to upgrade.)

"Gorgeous." Chase commented as you sat, water boiling just to the right in the kitchen.

Even at your worst he managed to want to compliment you and it made you shake your head. "I look like crap," A cough cut off your statement, "You don't have to lie.

He scoffed as he shook his head, "I'm not. You're always so completely beautiful."

"Bronchitis and all?" You asked skeptically.

"Bronchitis and all." He echoed with a nod, "Now get comfortable, I picked Lady and the Tramp cause I know it's one of your favorites." The words coming out so smoothly, so easily.

No matter how much time you spent together it still surprised you how well he just, knew you. And you adored it. So you settled down, him taking the spot next to you not too long after and putting an arm over your shoulder.

You went to brush it off, worried that he'd get sick in return but he shook his head. "You're not contagious. I'll be alright. Just let me hold you." He said softly, sweetly even.

And that alone let you know that no matter how much his doctoring annoyed you, you loved him and the day you married him would be the best day of your life.

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[therottenkingsreckoning]

Part 2 of Chapter 9! I told y'all I'd get this done quick. This also means that we're halfway through this beast, and I'm so glad you've been sticking with me through this journey so far. Enjoy!

~~Little Flame, Ch. 9, part 2~~

Eddie's eyes widened, and despite himself a smile crept onto his face. "Wha- really? Oh, well that great news darlin'! She'll say yes, I just know it!"

"I really hope so," Sally murmured. Then, seeming to regain her normal bombast, she waved both hands above her head in a gesture towards the imagined spectacle. "But that's all the more reason it needs to be bold! Fantastic! I'll put on the greatest play you've ever seen, with her and I as the leading stars, and that moment will be the most beautiful 3rd act of any story ever written!"

"Oh I'm sure it will!" Eddie said excitedly. It was hard not to get excited when the girl got on moments like this. "And I'll help ya as soon as I've gotten Frank's food!"

She turned to look at him, crestfallen. "Y...you can't help me now?"

Eddie shook his head. "Nope. I've got my own sweetheart waitin' back at home with a cravin' for hot dogs, and by god I'm gonna get 'em." He'd not forgotten the original plan, nor was he going to be pulled away from it.

"Oh well, I'm going there too!" she insisted. "I need to get supplies after all. You could just...help me pick them out real quick, discuss a basic plan, and then I promise I'll let you continue your journey in peace!"

"No good," he told her. "Howdy's fresh out of the stuff I need, which is why I'm here at all." He wouldn't compromise on this.

Sally looked at him with sad, pathetic eyes. "Please?"

He'd maybe compromise on this.

"Alright, fine," he sighed, admitting defeat at last. "But only 'cus it's you, and I do wanna see it go well for ya."

"Oh excellent!" She squealed delightedly, pulling him into a hug. "I knew I could trust you!"

A few moments later, and with his groceries stored in her fridge for momentary safekeeping, the pair had set off. He could've brought it all back to his own house, but the thought of returning without those crucial items was...less than appealing. Probably why I'm choosing to do this at all, he thought. Rather here than there.

Unfortunately for him though, the pinball machine of entropy had not yet lost its momentum, as not even a full minute into their walk, an all-too-familiar pink figure appeared.

"Shit, it's her!" Sally hissed. "I can't let her know what I'm doing, it'd ruin everything!"

"Well whaddya expect me t-" Eddie began.

All that met him was the rustling wind, and a suspiciously star-shaped void to his right.

"Hi Eddie!" Julie said cheerfully, skipping up to him. "Who are you talking to?"

"...no one, apparently," he grumbled.

"Oh...well, have you seen Sally anywhere? I just thought of a great new game for us to play, but I can't seem to find her."

"N-nope!" he lied quickly, glancing around for any sign of his friend. "Can't...can't say I have, all day."

Julie squinted at him suspiciously, and Eddie felt the hair on his neck stand up. He wasn't a very good liar, especially when he was already stressed out as is.

"You sure?"

"Sure am!" He pretended to think for a moment. "Let's see... I went and dropped off all the mail earlier, but uhh...she was outta the house right then." That part wasn't a lie- she'd been gone, as she often was. "Then I came home and started workin' on sorting letters, but I remembered I needed to drop by the store and get and some food for Frank-"

"Oh!" Julie exclaimed. "Is that why you're here? Well, we could go to Howdy's together, and I can say hi to Frank when we bring it all back."

"Wait!" the man blurted out, realizing his mistake too late. She looked at him confused, already turning to head in the direction of the bodega.

"H-he doesn't have the ingredients I need," Eddie continued. "Ran out of the milk and cherries for those signature hot dogs, so I gotta go ask Barbie about it."

Julie huffed and turned to him, crossing her arms. "Ok well, now I know you're lying. Frank wouldn't want a hot dog, especially those ones, he hates them! So what's the truth?"

"That is the truth!" Eddie huffed back, hands on hips. "Ain't ya heard of a craving before?"

"I can tell you're hiding something, and sending me in circles!" Then, seeming to think of something, she smiled smugly and pointed a finger at him. "I'll believe you if you spin around 5 times and point back at me."

"What does that have t-" Eddie began, but it was no use. He was trapped and he knew it, however silly these games might be. Spinning once, twice, three times around and round, his vision blurred and wobbled until his outstretched finger nearly collided with hers.

"Is that good now? Can I leave?"

"Hmm... not quite," the monster said. "What am I thinking of right now?"

"Uhh...flowers?" He said.

"Nope."

"Games."

"Nuh uh."

"Look, lemme go!" Eddie shouted, stamping his foot in anger. "I'm runnin' late, and I just know Frank already hates me right now cus I couldn't just get 'em what he wants, and I'm tired and stressed and a terrible husband and I really don't need this right now!"

Silence. Julie looked at him in shock, and he could sense that wherever Sally had hidden herself she was stunned too. "Oh.." the rainbow monster said gently. "You weren't lying about that, were you?"

"What reason would I have to lie?" He growled, wiping away the tears that had begun to form.

"I...I don't know. I'm sorry," she said, stepping out of his way. "I'll let you get back to it."

"It's fine," the man grumbled. It really wasn't, but he was too tired to keep arguing. Glancing back at her for just a moment though, he said, "Maybe you should drop by later. Help explain what took me so long. He might get less mad at you."

And now, after all the nonsense he'd been through, he'd made his way over to Poppy's barn. Those big red doors might as well have been the gates of heaven, and his angel was visible still in the window, laughing away at some unknown joke. Finally, he could get this done.

Knocking on the door, he was greeted with a cheery "come in!" from the resident bird. She looked up from where she'd been adding pumpkin seeds to a recipe, and her eyes widened at his disheveled & miserable appearance. "Oh dear... are you alright?"

"Yeah," Barbie added. "No offense, but you look like you've been put through the wringer."

"It's been...a day," Eddie sighed. "Been looking for ya cus I needed to ask a favor."

"Oh?" The dog stepped a bit closer, scratching awkwardly at the space between her tied-up ears. It was rare that Eddie Dear asked anything of his friends- the man was self-reliant to a fault, and would much rather be the one giving than getting. So whatever this was must be important.

Eddie clasped his hands in front of him, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Please tell me you have some cherries and condensed milk I can borrow. Frank really wants a hot dog and Howdy was fresh outta both of those."

An awkward silence, then the hound burst out laughing, relieved. "Didya really come all this way just to ask for that? You could've just asked Jonesy, I left him back at home."

The realization crumpled Eddie, and he hung his head in shame. Yes, he probably could've just asked earlier and saved so much of this hassle. But, fool that he was, he'd gone and overthought. Like a fool he'd made it 10 times harder on himself.

Barbie's laughter faded as she took in his reaction. She put a hand on his shoulder and sighed, "Well I'm sorry to tell ya, but I'm out too. I had my treat for today, but I'm prepared to go hungry for a bit."

And just like that, all his dreams had been shattered. He was so close to Paradise, but it had all been a mirage. Looking desperately over to Poppy, he was met with a shake of her head. "Dear, you know I don't eat things like that." Trying her best to reassure, she added "I-I'm sure Frank will understand. I mean... it's not your fault you couldn't find any."

Mhmm," Barbie hummed in agreement. "She's right. No, hey, look at me. She's right. You got nothin' to beat yourself up for. You tried, and that's what matters."

Eddie wasn't sure he believed them, but what else could he say or do by now? He'd exhausted his options, and would simply have to bear the anger, the crushing disappointment, that his lover would have for him. As he made his way home slowly, footsteps like lead, he was briefly considering swandiving into the nearest lake when the shaking of tall grass nearby caught his ear.

"Hey."

"Hey Mosely," Eddie said dejectedly. "Can't talk right now, sorry. Boutta go get my head bitten off."

"Ah, t-that's the thing actually," the grass continued. "I uhh...overheard what you were talking about just now, and I actually have some."

"Wha- really?!" Eddie instinctively whipped around to peer into the brush, then quickly apologized and turned away from his scopophobic friend. But was it true?

"Wait here. I'll go get them."

And wait he did. If it had been anyone else, Eddie wouldn't have trusted they'd come back. Even now he had his doubts, his nervous impatience as each minute ticked by. But he knew Mosely, and as soon as he'd fully begun to worry he heard movement again. He turned to see a can and jar stacked neatly on the dirt road, still cold when he went to pick them up.

"Thank you." Eddie's voice quivered, damn near sobbing with relief. "I could hug you right now."

"Haha... please don't," said Mosely.

The trip back went quickly. He snatched his groceries from Sally's fridge, checking first that no Julies were around (what an awkward explanation that would be!). Then he was off to the little yellow house with speed.

"Where have you been?!" Frank snapped when he answered the door to their mate. "And what's with the bags? I asked to get one thing for me, not all of this!"

"This is your hot dog," Eddie tried to explain weakly, already visibly wilting as the anger he'd been fearing bore down on him.

"How? Couldn't he m... huh?"

Words trailed off as the man before them seemed to crumple, sinking down to his knees as bags fell an uneven thud-and-rustle on to the floor.

"I'm sorry," Eddie began, hands again clasped in desperate prayer. "I am so sorry Frankie, I tried to go quickly. But then Howdy ran out of milk and cherries so I tried to get some from Barb-"

"Eddie..."

"-but then she was over at Poppy's, so I tried to go there but Sally stopped me to ask about a play and Julie forced me to answer riddles 'cus she didn't believe me when I told her ya wanted hot dogs-"

"Ed- wait Julie?"

"-And when I finally got over to Poppy's she was out which broke my heart 'cus I knew ya really wanted it and-"

"EDDIE!!!"

Frank had heard enough. Grabbing hold of his husband's shoulders, they pulled him forwards...

and into a kiss.

Eddie flinched in shock, then his arms wrapped around his love as he leaned in, finally breaking to rest his head on Frank's chest.

"It's ok honey," the grey chuckled. "I understand now. And you still got me what I wanted."

"I uhh...yea!" Eddie looked up at his mate with doe eyes. "You're not mad at me anymore?"

"Oh I'm still angry," Frank said as he helped their husband up. "But not at you."

Eddie was going to ask about that, but he didn't. Far better to not risk spoiling the moment when he'd seemingly gotten so lucky. "You still want your food now?"

"Mhmm!"

"Well alrighty then!" He practically skipped to the kitchen, feeling sunshine and rainbows right now as his previous worries melted in the loving presence of his partner. "I am sorry it took so long," he called through the doorway. "For what it's worth."

Frank laughed at this as he walked in and sat at the table. "Love, I was actually overreacting a bit. It's only been 15 minutes."

[puppycak3s]

Come On, You Know Better part 1

Warnings: this is just shameless smut so minors be gone🔞🔞, toxic relationship, hatefucking, kinda misogynistic Stan (he is an asshole), no use of y/n, afab anatomy mentioned but no gendered language, general freak shit you have been warned. Most smut will be in part two (i'm sorry i had to set the scene)

He threw his keys on the table as he slammed the door shut with his boot. Fucking stupid lawsuit threats, why can't a man just make an honest living selling products. He sat down on the creaky motel bed, putting his head in his hands. Stan knew there was nothing honest about any of the shit he was doing, but fuck if he cared. It's a dog eat dog world and he'd be fucked if he didn't at least try to make it, what else was left for him. Not like he had anyone at home to come back to. He leaned back until his head hit the dingy mattress, pulling his hands down his face in exasperation.

God he was fucking pissed. That was putting it lightly. His heart was still fucking hammering from having to run from angry customers. What did they expect? He gave them the product they asked for! So what if it stained everything blue, that wasn't his problem. He let his arms hit the mattress by his sides, huffing in frustration. He needed to do something or he was gonna start breaking the cheap shit around his motel room.

Stan had a go to for relieving stress but he was so sick of just taking himself in his hand, it was messy and degrading for him to have to take care of it himself everytime. He needed to fuck someone. Push someones's head into the mattress while he took out every frustration that had been building up for god knows how long. He could feel his cock twitch just at the thought, which only added to his frustration and urgency. He didn't have time to hit up a bar and take a chance on someone who might not even want to fuck him. Nor did he have the extra cash to spend on drinks to butter someone up.

He sat up again, running his hands up and down his well worn jeans. His stomach dropped. He hated himself for even thinking about calling you. It was pathetic. He was better than that, but as he lifted up the yellowed reciever and started punching your number in, he knew he wasn't. As the line rung, he tried to push down the feelings of guilt and utter shame. You might not even answer, or if you did you would tell him off for some indescretion he had done to you. He rolled his eyes, he couldn't keep track of shit like that anymore he had more important things to worry about than-

"Hello?"

He froze, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Your voice was so sweet over the phone, he almost wanted to hang up before you knew it was him who had called you, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins reminded him of what he really called you for. He gripped onto the knee of jeans with his free hand, working up whatever desperate courage he had left.

"Heya toots" he said apprehensively "been a while since uh-" he faltered a bit, he wasn't thinking with his head right now, he didn't know what to say to you. The last time y'all had even interacted ended in slamming doors and his ass getting kicked to the curb. The memory triggered the familiar distasteful feeling he usually carried for you. You knew just how much that hurt him, didn't matter whatever the fuck he had done to piss you off, he wasn't some mutt to be dropped on the street

He heard your annoyed sigh on the other end of the line. "What is it now Stan?". You sounded bitter. As if you of all people had a right to be. He steeled himself, taking a breath. "Yeah good to hear your voice too sweetheart" he said flatly looking at the shitty painting hanging above his bed. He almost was starting to regret even calling you. Almost.

"Listen, I just wanted to see if you'd maybe wanna..." he struggled to find the words "Catch up a bit? I've got some shit we can smoke if you're up for it." His hand tightened on his knee. Please please for the love of god say yes.

Another sigh, this one more in resignation, followed by a slight chuckle. "Miss me that bad, huh Pines?"

His knuckles were white now, if he wasn't careful he'd tear the worn denim. Your voice. Your condescending fucking voice, it made him want to fuck your superiority complex out of you. Teach you a lesson or two. "You tell me hun" a coy smile tugging at his lips. He could play just as dirty as you could. "I'm over at the Snapper Inn, room 4 if you really wanna find out." He knew just how to goad you on. It didn't matter that he was the one who called you, he knew just which buttons to press to make you almost putty in his hands.

A small beat of silence on your end of the line as you contemplated his offer. You both knew you'd say yes, just like he would if you had called him in a bind. Didn't matter how much y'all fought or screamed at eachother you always found yourself right back in his bed. Something about fucking someone who knew every bad thing you had done, every secret you had. Loved you to the point that it had soured into just barely tolerating you. Hated your guts, but knew exactly where to touch you, especially when he was in them? It made you want to make him grovel and eat his cocky words. Turn him into what you knew he was. A pathetic mess.

"Give me 10 minutes". You just knew he had a shit eating grin on the other side of the line. It didn't matter though, you'd put him in his place soon enough.

He hummed over the line, tsking at you in mock disapproval. "From where you are, you'd have to speed to get here that quick, someone that eager to see me?"

"Fuck you Pines" you rolled your eyes, he had no business reprimanding you when his ass had been to jail in more places than you cared to remember.

"Careful what you ask for, sweetheart"

AHDBSIDB I KNOW IM LEAVING IT OFF ON THE GOOD PART but trust me ill make a part two.

[bluebellhairpin]

i need to talk about this rn i'm sorry but i've been having baby fever and been thinking so much about erwin as a dad 😞🩷 (cw pregnancy)

firstly, he suspects you're pregnancy before you do. he's so observant and knows you so well, so when you start to look tired, or have cravings/aversions to certain foods you didn't before, he takes note. what seals it for him is when he notices your pet (let's say a dog) clinging to you. of course they like you, but now it seems they don't want you out of their sight, might even growl whenever he tries to touch you in their presence. and of course, he notices if you haven't yet had your period (he doesn't even need an app he just remembers your usual time of month) but of course he is considerate that you may want to surprise him, and he is gracious enough to be surprised and over the moon with you when you tell him because of course the confirmation is better than the suspicion. he does admit to knowing already later on, but how can you be mad that he pays attention so well??

and when you get rounder, you learn quickly the baby has a preference for his voice. if the baby is hiding from you in the belly or keeps kicking when you want to rest, they only listen to his voice, he'll say something like "Be kind to your mother," and the child will literally stop and you're just like " •_•"

also he will absolutely hire someone to help with cleaning and cooking while you recover postpartum, make sure you don't have to lift a finger for anything besides the baby and your own wellness. even after the first couple weeks and the person he hired is gone, he'll still do most of the cleaning and cooking while you recover because he understands that while you focus on cariny for the baby, he has to focus on caring for you. he will also want to be involved with learning about how to best care for the baby as much as possible (he becomes a master at burping 😌)

and the first time you guys drop the child off at daycare, he's pretty straightfaced and serious to anyone looking at him, gives a quick hug and a kiss to his little one but mainly focuses on making sure everything is accounted for in their bag and lunchkit. the staff might think he's too cold and aloof to be so unemotional about his child's first day at daycare, but what they don't know is that the second he gets in the car and out of the kiddo's sight he puts his hand over his face and starts weeping softly, holding your hand so tightly with the other because his baby is getting so big so fast and he's proud but also sad after hearing them cry as soon as you both walked out.

he just becomes the most wonderful father and husband and loves his family with everything he has ☺️🩷

ik I told u like two days ago I was letting this cook and I'd answers that night but OOF i forgot. however i've enjoyed being reminded each time I went into my ask box! I read though it each time! loved it so much! anyway i'm gonna pop som thoughts below so this doesn't get too long for the poor people who don't wanna be Erwin's baby mama's lol <3

cw pregnancy for below

I very much headcanon Erwin as an observant man, so I 100% agree with the notion that he notices you're pregnant before you do. the food tastes changing, the sickness (the dog! (in my little world there's a dog! (his name is Atticus))) - the notes it all away but the little shit says nothing. he might partially be being considerate and letting you tell him, but i also think he isn't above waiting how long it take you to figure it out after he does. it's like a little bet he has with himself lol

AND THE BABY LIKING HIS VOICE ofc my child would only listen to Erwin smh. that's kinda so funny to me though, I love that idea. maybe Erwin spoke quietly for a while and the baby was real still, you kind of panicked a little, but as soon as Erwin went "oh my god, What?!" the babe went wild as if to say "oh, daddy is here! yay! he didn't leave us alone!" bc yk. the baby is a little shit too just like it's dad.

He also totally doesn't like the idea of you lifting a finger. he says your body is busy making a whole human being, don't you dare make him dinner too, making it himself is the least he can do. I also firmly believe afterwards he's a very hands on dad. yeah perhaps he'll keep some hired help around for the days where e's not there, but when he is there? you're surprised he isn't run off his feet. the man has so much energy for being so chill and stoic. he'd be out here being dad, mum, housekeeper, cook, taxi AND CEO, and still cuddle up to you at the end of the day and wanna attempt to ENTHUSIASTICALY put ANOTHER baby in you.

thEN the picture of him breaking after dropping your kid off for their first day! my heart! he is such a softie. big fucking teddy bear. full of marshmallows and clouds. he can look cold and aloof all he likes but we know the truth. we've seen him cry while watching both The Good Dinosaur and Bluey. he can't hide from us.

[pjo-obsessed-nerd]

OMG JULIAN RICHINGS IS EVERYWHERE I LOVE THIS MAN

He's so creep, but he's so good

HAH ANNABETH COMING IN CLUTCH

Percabeth power couple, yes pls

"It's either the realm of the dead, or someone left a carton of milk in there in to 1990's" nah, but that's the fastest way to make me gag about a smell I can't smell 🤣

THE RED RUBBER BALL

"No one comes baaaaaack" I love this man so much ❤

"I just think it's safer if I'm not the one holding them all." That's fair. ya know, as someone who drops her phone regularly, that's relatable.

Those pearls sound ✨ c r u n c h y ✨

IT'S THE SCENE - BABY PERCY 😭😭😭 aww my baby I just want to hug him. I can see it now, I'm gonna bawl like a baby in a few mins

"Not in Kansas...", "Hey, focus, we left Kansas four days ago." Reminder she hasn't seen a movie, points for continuity ❤

Grover squeezing that ball omg

Poor Grover, it's ok 😭

"Only suckers wait in line" 🤣🤣

"You're not dead.", "I mean, we're all dying... To some extent." He's a comedian 🤣

The silent whistle admittedly gave me chills; I can just see the horror on Annabeth's face. CERBIE!!!!

Run

CERBERUS LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG HE'S EVEN MORE GORGEOUS THAN I IMAGINED AHHH

GROVER NO

i just screamed a little... Oh, my sister is gonna cry

aww, Cerbies TOO cute, the little whines omg I'm gonna DIE. Annabeth giving him scratchies aww even though she's terrified. Percy is impreased

I am a Rottweiler lover at heart, so I'm just obsessed with Cerberus I'm not sorry

OH GROVER EW; Thank god he's okay

Oh, ik how they get separated I bet 😭 JUMP SCARE OH

Aww Annabeth threw him the ball such a good puppy omg

Is. Is Cerberus wearing a leather jacket? Or is that leather armor? I can't tell 🤣

Annie lore drop 🥲 grovers so impressed tho

IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED AHH

"I think it's... It's in the dog." His name is Cerbie. /jk

Percy, baby, what did you draw that upset someone so much? He's just a BABY. I WILL FIGHT THIS HEADMASTER TOOTH AND NAIL IT'S A PEGASUS SIR.

Grover, stop guilting yourself sir

OH jeez what tf.

Man I guessed Asphodel, and I was fucking right. My Mythology teacher would be so proud. This is such a haunting take on Asphodel omg. That's terrifying.

run

WHERE ANNABETH

NO SHE'S STUCK NO SWORD SWORD CUT IT CUT CUT CUT KNIVES PPL YOU HAVE KNIVES USE THE KNIVES

"I trust your dad." Athena ain't gonna be happy about this one, ladies and gents. 🤣🥲😭

Annie's gone, and i stg if we lose grover I'm done

GROVER

PERCY MOVE IT

Nah, Riptide looks sick tho. Pretty sure that's the first time we've seen it in good lighting

THE BOLT

so r we not gonna see Hades..?

"Is this?", " No.", "I, I mean it looks like-" "it, it absolutely is not.", "Okay. So... what is it then?", "Yeah, that's the master bolt!" This exchange was so funny 🤣

The pieces r fitting together... Hehe

"Zeus is just gonna have to wait." HELL YA, STICK IT TO HIM, GROVER, THAT'S MY BOY!!! Grover reminding Percy exactly why he chose Grover, his best friend, to come on this quest in the first place. ❤

Sad Baby!Percy 😭 that's a lotta ice cream for such a tiny boy

"Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?" GOD MY ABANDONMENT ISSUES HAVE BEEN TRIGGERED, I NEED TO PROTECT THIS CHILD FROM THE WORLD NOO

"I would never do this to you." THE LINE DELIVERY, GET THIS BOY AN OSCAR... AND A FUCKING HUG

sally avoiding the topic and crying, I wanna hug her too. She's trying so hard.

Hades palace is gorgeous, damn.

Are we gonna get to see the Furies again???

Percy's hands must hurt from how hard and how constantly he clenches them fists damn.

Who tf-

HADES IS SO NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I was expecting a rocker dude, but I love the "silk robe, manicured hair". Man's got class.

"I admire the cut of your jib." Ok maybe not what WAS that 🤣

He's way less scary than I expected, tbh.

Is he wearing heels? It sounds like he's walking in heels

SALLY'S A GOLD STATUE NOW??? Sally reaching out for him 😭 I'm done. I'm done.

"What did you do to her?" I can sense the rage coming

Percy 😭

babe, Hades was so confused. He just wants to be left alone, such a mood tho. Percy's so confused

PIECES. P I E C E S. IT'S A PUZZLE PPL

"But that voice, it definitely did not sound like you." That an insult or a compliment, I deadass can't tell 🤣

Ok... Hades is being very generous, but what's the catch here? This feels sus. Oh. There. Run. pearls. now.

"Hold fast, mom." HOLD FAST MOM YESSSSSS

Sad Sally 😭 What's happening rn

NO. NO. IS THAT

I'M GONNA SCREAM. WATER DADDY- sorry

"Tell me why", "you don't wanna hear why." Fair, fair 🤣

Nah, Poseidon's actor fits the bill so well in my mind. Like. Mm.

Poseidon rlly does care.

"His mother raised him well." Damn right!

OH THIS FIGHT FINNA BE SO GOOD

Hehehehehehehehehe

IT SO GOOD AHH I'M GONNA SCREAM NEXT EPISODE O. M. G.

[ferretpup]

part 1 of bloodspur. please ignore any grammar errors, i'll fix them accordingly.

warning for talks of feeling helpless and lost, and other things reminiscent of depression and other disorders

“Come on, Aspen! I’m good for it, I swear, just do me this one solid, please!” The man slumps and rests his face on a worn down mahogany table in front of his booth, cupping his hands around his tired expression and resting his head in his palms. The man in front of him scoffs and chuckles wearily to himself before placing his focus back on matter at hand, the beggar. “Nah, man. You've promised me the same thing for 8 months now. Either get your shit together, or beat it, got that?” When he received no answer other than a exasperated whimper from the other like he was on the verge of tears, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up. “Forget it, Angel. Find someone else to help you out." He concluded. His footsteps were loud as he made his exit, the bell at the front of the diner chimed as he finally left, and the vision of him walking away out of sight made Angel’s heart drop. “Screw you too, Aspen. Screw you too." He whispered. A tall woman with her hair in a bun and an 80s style waitress outfit walked towards his booth with two plates, one with eggs, bacon and two large pancakes, and the other with a cheese omelet and hashbrowns. “You're food, sir!" She said, placing them in front of the man. He just stares at the plate, a ever growing sickly feeling in his stomach churning like a swirling storm as his vision becomes less focused and blurs. He gulps and laughs awkwardly, “May I take this to go actually?" By the time he left the diner, which hadn't been that long a wait, it had started to rain. "Just my luck”, he thought, and he was right. Sure, he had an umbrella, but the slightest gust of wind nearly turned it inside out. He took a lighter from his pocket, old and worn, the design faded revealing the ivory white underneath. What was once a clear image of a beautiful painting was now an incoherent and tattered mess. Along with the lighter, he removed a box of Marlboros from his ripped jeans and lit it, shielding it with his hand, because God forbid it get blown out by the sudden rushing breeze. He hadn't been smoking for long, and he rarely smoked at all. At least, he thinks he does. He has moments where he blacks out and forgets what he's done, and often times, feels as if someone or something else was controlling him. Like separate personalities. Bohemian Rhapsody starts ringing out from an unknown location. He looks around, careful to hold onto his food in case he has to run. But his precautions were rendered unnecessary when he realized it was coming from his pocket. He looked at his ringing phone, panicking at the caller ID. “Mom! You've got to be kidding me!" He might as well answer it. "Circe Angel Lovell! Where are you?” She condemned. Her voice was like a snap back to reality amongst his raging emotions. “Mom, I'm just..." He had to pause to try and smother the urge to cry, when would he learn to be responsible, like a real adult. Here he was, smoking in the pouring rain, walking aimlessly around, like a lost dog, trying to find some semblance of idea how to comprehend how royally screwed he was. “Circe? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" She soothed. His attempt to hide his cries must have failed, as she audibly exclaimed at the sound of his sniffling. “Yeah.. Yeah, I know." These are the moments where he wished he had a strong will, a hope that he was better than this. If his life was a movie, it'd be a musical with no music, a sitcom with no humor, a horror movie with no killer. Utterly empty, devoid of emotion. He could've been something, yet he whirls through this useless dance to pretend as if he had a plan. Maybe it would be better if he just—oh. Circe is snapped from his train of thought when he reaches his destination. Home. But there was a poster on the door. He reaches for it, studying the typewriter-like font that seemed like a “We're Hiring” ad. “Do you want to help the world? Give back to the world that houses you? Come join B.O.O.O and make a difference!" He raised a confused eyebrow at the wording. Help the world how?

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Thank you for the request! I'm doing alright, school and mental illness are kicking my ass but I'm dealing with it :)

Anyways, here's some Fuse x Mirage headcannons, I hope you like it!

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《SFW》

• Honestly, I see this ship as more of like a friends with benefits or open relationship thing. They're cute and work well together, but I don't think they'd be committed to each other

• Fuse was Mirage's gay awakening. He had probably been questioning his sexuality for a while before, but Fuse was like the cherry on top of the sexuality crisis ice cream

• Fuse doesn't feel romantic feelings for Mirage, but he wanted to show him what being with a man was like. Plus he likes the way Mirage fawns over him and follows him around like a puppy

• Mirage is probably a flustered mess every time he's around Fuse. They’re on a team together? Mirage is distracted and blushing the whole time. Fuse comes into the Paradise Lounge? Mirage drops everything to serve him and do anything he wants. Fuse could say anything and Mirage would be ready to obey and fulfill his wishes

• Fuse will use any excuse to take his shirt off around Mirage, just because he likes the way the other panics

• They go on "bro" dates to pubs and rodeos, you can't tell me these guys aren't into cowboy hats and watching people get hurt, Fuse enjoys more than Mirage but hush

• Mirages love languages are definitely words of affirmation and quality time. He likes being reassured that he is enough and knowing that someone actually wants to spend time with him

• Fuse is happy to give Mirage what he needs emotionally, and he doesn't need anything in return

• Mirage doesn't have any pet names for Fuse, he just calls him Fuse or Walter pfff

• Fuse probably calls Mirage pup or (on rare occasions) love

《NSFW》

• Most of the time Mirage is the bottom, the only reason I say most of the time is I once read this oneshot that had Mirage on top (although still submissive) and I haven't stop thinking about it since dhfhshja I don't think I could find it now even if I tried

• Mirage is the most submissive man I've ever seen, that man whimpers, that man whines, that man begs, that man likes being used, that man is so submissive

• Fuse on the other hand FUCKS

• He is dominant, he praises, he degrades, he will use you for pleasure, he is THE dom

• He's also a god at aftercare

• They've tried pretty much every position, but riding and missionary are the favorites

• They've definitely had quickies in the arena on many occasions

• They probably incorporate a little bit of pet play ideas into their sex life, but not like pretending that Mirage is literally a dog more like talking to him like how you'd talk to a dog and maybe putting a leash on him

• They use the same pet names during intimacy as I said in the SFW section

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I hope this was okay! I'm going to try and get back to writing consistently, it's hard to have hobbies when you're studying in the sciences lol

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WITH YOU [20] LOST AND FOUND

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Glenn makes a confession, which brings tension to the group. Daryl gets mad. It turns out that not only walkers are in the barn.

Warnings: character death, language, violence

Song: Gone Too Soon Daughtry

A/N: Hello :) I’m glad that we’re almost done on the farm, so we can enter another act, but prison era is not my favorite to be honest. Please comment, like and share to give me feedback. ENJOY AND SE YOU SOON!

Charlie really disliked the atmosphere in the camp that morning. Everybody looked like something just ate their insides and made them watch. Rick was in his own world and probably didn't get much sleep last night. Glenn was sighing from time to time, looking from Dale to Maggie as both of them were looking at him from different ends of the farm. Dary, T-Dog, Carol, and Shane were trying to ignore the tension, acting as if nothing was in the air.

And let's not mention Andrea who was accompanying to all of this with the sound of sharpening her knife.

When Glenn stood up, Charlie knew it was going to end up bad. That's why she looked at Maggie and shook her head, gesturing that the secret was not safe anymore.

"Uhm...guys. So..." he said. Charlie was waiting for how he would play it out. She didn't know that he wanted to announce that to everyone, so she didn't know what was the plan. "The barn is full of walkers."

He said it straight just like ripping the band-aid off. It was like the axe that was hung above their heads all morning was just dropped right on their necks. Charlie put away the food and sighed, not hungry anymore.

It's gonna be a long day...

"You cannot tell me you're all right with this," Shane said as they all were standing in front of the barn.

"No, I'm not, but we're guests here," Rick answered calmly. "This isn't our land."

"Oh, God." he rolled his eyes. "This is our lives, man!"

The doors moved as something that was inside leaned on it and Rick saw it. "Lower your voice."

"We can't just sweep this under the rug." Andrea tried to back up Shane.

"It ain't right. Not remotely. We either got to go into there, we got to make things right, or we just got to go." Shane argued. "Now we have been talking about Fort Benning for a long time..."

"We can't go." Rick interrupted.

"Why, Rick? Why?" he asked.

"Because my daughter is still out there," Carol answered to Walsh, which pulled the wrong strings in him.

"Okay." he scoffed. "Okay, I think it's time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

Charlie opened her eyes wider. Realization hit her right in the face. Shane didn't believe that Sophia made it and he didn't try to find her. Maybe he was doing funny business with Andrea all this time in the woods, but he wasn't trying hard enough to find her.

Another thing is that he shouldn't say things like that to a mother whose child is missing. He could think that, but not say it to her face.

"Shane, we're not leaving Sophia behind."

"I'm close to finding this girl." annoyed Daryl stepped in. "I just found her damn doll two days ago."

Shane chuckled sarcastically. "You found her doll, Daryl. That's what you did. You found a doll."

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about," Dixon screamed.

"Man, look," Shane also stepped closer to him. "I'm just saying what needs to be said here. Now, you get a good lead, it's in the first 48 hours."

"Shane, no," Charlie said in a warning tone, trying to calm the cop.

"Let me tell you something else, man." said an even angrier Shane. "If she was alive out there and saw you coming all method out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction, man."

It was too much for Daryl as he jumped, ready to fight Walsh. Maybe a good old punch in the face was what Shane needed to calm down. Maybe. But it wasn't safe to do it right here right now, so Charlie pulled Daryl's shirt- as if it would stop him.

"Back off!" Rick yelled and got in between the two men. "Now, just let me talk to Hershel. Let me figure it out."

"What are you gonna figure out?" Shane asked.

"Enough!" Lori yelled.

"If we're gonna stay," Rick said calmly again. "If we're gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land."

"Hershel sees those things in there as people." Charlie decided to confess.

"That's what Maggie told me," Glenn added.

"Sick people." Dale backed her up. "His wife, his...his stepson. Yesterday I talked to Hershel."

Shane looked at Charlie with fire in his eyes. "And you waited a night?"

"Oh, I waited a little bit longer." she snapped at Shane. "I thought we could survive one more night."

"And we did." said the old man.

"I promised someone not to tell you and I didn't. It was not my job, anyway." Charlie crossed her arms on her chest in a defensive gesture.

"And I was waiting till this morning to say something, but Glenn wanted to be the one," explained Dale.

"The man is crazy, Rick." Shane tried to make his point. "If Hershel thinks those things are alive...No!"

The barn doors started to rattle as something that was inside found out about dinner arguing just under its nose. Mmm, human flesh. Better than chicken. And with that and Rick's: Just let me think, the fight ended and everyone just parted their ways.

Since coming to the farm there was one place that she visited more than any other. And it wasn't the porch or the rocking chair- which by the way was coming with her if Hershel actually kicked them out. The place was stable. The smell was not her favorite, but what was inside really mattered. The horses calmed her nerves and if there was needed help she was down. Also, it was a little dream coming true for her.

So now it was the same. She wanted to take a breath after the fight that took place just moments ago, but to her surprise, there were people inside. First, she heard the groan and then Daryl's voice. "I don't care."

Charlie decided to hide and listen to the conversation.

"Well, I do," she could hear Carol's voice."Rick's going out later to follow the trail."

"Yeah, well," he snapped. "I ain't gonna sit around and do nothing."

"No," Carol said in a stern voice. "You're gonna go out there and get yourself hurt even worse. We don't know if we're gonna find her, Daryl. We don't. I don't."

"What?" he asked and stopped moving around.

"Can't lose you too," she whispered.

Charlie opened her eyes wider. So it was true then? Carol and Daryl were together? The woman was truly scared about the hunter and her voice was betraying her true feelings. Her heart dropped again. Maybe that's why he didn't want her to go with him that day when he was shot? Maybe he didn't want to give her another reason to be sad.

Then she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard something falling to the ground. She walked out of her hiding spot and saw that Daryl was bent in half.

"Are you all right?" Charlie asked touching his back.

"Just leave me be!" he stepped away and almost made her fall as he passed her by. "Stupid bitch."

Charlie was standing there, looking after him as he was slowly disappearing from sight. "Asshole."

"Don't be mad at him." she heard the quiet voice of Carol.

She looked at her finally.

"He's just..."

"Asshole." she interrupted her. "You are not his mother, you don't have to justify his behavior. He can be worried about Sophia, but we all are. That's on him."

"She's not his daughter," Carol said. "He shouldn't worry like that."

"And how do you feel?" Charlie asked and the eyes of the other woman widened. "You're the true victim. You should throw things."

"That won't bring me back my daughter." Carol smiled sadly and as she was passing Charlie, she squeezed her arm. "But thank you for your care."

So she was still mad. Horses could have probably sensed that because they acted nervous around her. That made her leave the stables and she targeted another place to spend the day. As soon as she left it, she was immediately stopped. "I found you." she heard Rick's voice. "Are you coming with us to look for Sophia?"

"Right now?"

"I have one thing with Hershel to do before we go," he said. "But stay in a visible place. We'll go as soon as I go back."

"Yes, sir." she nodded.

Charlie didn't know any more visible place than the RV, so she climbed there after talking with Rick and looking at the woods and at the barn, thinking about Daryl and Carol, but mostly Daryl who touched all the wrong spots making her this angry. After hours of drinking she felt her bladder almost exploding, so she decided that it was the moment to stretch her bones and walk for a bit, to empty it. It was the exact moment when Andrea entered the car together with Dale, the atmosphere tense between them.

"You see where he went?" Shane asked, storming out of the RV.

Charlie came back to her spot next to Glenn but looked down to see an angry cop.

"Who?" asked confused Glenn, making Shane even more angry.

"Don't even try to shit me, okay?"

"What?"

"Dale, Glenn." Shane sighed. "Did you see where Dale went?"

"Yeah, he asked me to run and get some water," Glenn answered. "He said he's covering me on watch."

"And he was gone when you got back, huh? And where were you, Charlie?"

"Getting my nails done, of course." she scoffed. "You know Shane, some of us are still living and breathing creatures and from time to time have to go and pee."

"You think he's okay?" Glenn asked.

"Oh. He's fine."

"Why'd he bail then?" he still couldn't understand what was going on.

So you wouldn't tell me which way he went." Shane answered and to Charlie, it was just mad man talking.

"I don't get it." Glenn turned to Charlie.

"No man, you don't." Walsh scoffed and walked away.

"What the hell that was about?" the Asian boy asked in the most confused tone.

"I don't know. I stopped following him since we came here." she sighed. "Men are so dumb."

"Yeah." Glenn nodded and looked away, still thinking about what happened seconds ago.

She was sitting on a railing. watching around, just like the first night. Glenn obviously made up with Maggie as they were sitting next to each other, talking quietly.

"Do you know what's going on?" Charlie asked as she saw T-Dog and Andrea.

"Where is everyone?" she asked back.

"You haven't seen Rick?" Glenn asked.

"He went off with Hershel. We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago." Charlie said to Glenn while pointing to Andrea and T-Dog.

"Yeah, you were. What the hell?" Daryl said angrily, and looked at the faces of people who were supposed to go- Charlie included.

"Rick told us he was going out," Andrea answered.

"Damn it. Isn't anybody taking this seriously?" he asked in an insulting manner. But Charlie was quiet, she didn't want to hear whatever he had to say. "We got us a damn trail," he added, but then he saw Shane walking towards them with a bag full of guns. "Oh. here we go. What's all this?"

"You are with me man?" Shane asked, handing him a gun, which Daryl took. "Time to grow up. You already got yours?"

"Yeah. Where's Dale?" Andrea asked.

"He's on his way."

"Thought we couldn't carry," T-Dog said.

"Yeah, well, we can and we have to," Shane answered. "Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't," he said and faced Glenn. "How about you, man? Are you gonna protect yours? That's it. Can you shoot?"

Glenn looked so guilty that he bent under a cop's gaze. He didn't want to compromise himself and look like a coward, but holding a gun on the farm felt wrong. Like a child who was told not to eat candies before dinner, but did that anyways.

"Can you stop?" Maggie asked, trying to put some reason in a coo.

"You do this, you hand out these guns, Hershel will make us leave tonight," Charlie said to Shane.

She was talking with Hershel, she and Rick were trying everything to make him change his mind. And now Shane's gonna ruin it with one stupid action. Why did she even care about them?

"We have to stay, Shane," Carl said and stopped when he was right next to Charlie.

"What is this?" Lori appeared out of nowhere, hugging her son.

"We ain't going anywhere, okay?" Shane said. "Now, look, Hershel, he's just gotta understand. Okay? He...Well, he's gonna have to. Now we need to find Sophia. Am I right?" he kneeled in front of Carl. "Huh? Now I want you to take this. You take it Carl, and you keep your mother safe. You do whatever it takes. You know how. Go on, take the gun and do it."

Charlie stood in front of Carl, keeping him away from Shane, shoving his hand away. "Rick said no guns. This is not your call. This is not your decision to make."

"Oh, shit." T-Dog interrupted that scene as he was watching something on the verge of the woods.

If Rick waited just a moment. If whatever he was doing out there took him a little longer, things could have probably ended up differently. But he didn't, so everyone was now running after even more pissed off Shane. She just knew it couldn't end well, especially when Walsh was screaming like that. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Shane, just back off," Rick warned him, holding a pole with a Walker attached to the end of it.

"Why do your people have guns?" Hershel asked when he saw that some of them were surrounding him with weapons ready to fire.

He looked at Charlie, but she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't involved in this, so she held her arms up. There was no way she would leave the farm. Hershel might kick out the others, but she was not going anywhere.

"Are you kidding me? You see?" Shane snapped. "You see what they're holding onto?"

"I see who I'm holding onto." angry Hershel answered.

"No, man." he shook his head. "You don't!"

"Shane just let us do this and then we can talk," Rick demanded, trying to be calm.

"What do you want to talk about, Rick?!" Shane screamed. "These things ain't sick! They're not people! They're dead! Ain't gonna feel nothing for them cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy! They killed Otis. They're gonna kill all of us! "

"Shane, shut up!" Charlie yelled at him, a little scared of the man as anger was taking the best of him.

"Hey, Hershel, man, let me ask you something," he said, drawing out his gun and shooting a walker three times in its chest. "Could a living breathing person, walk away from this?"

"No! Stop it!"

"That's three rounds in the chest," he said, ignoring everyone. "Could someone who's alive, could they just take that? Why is it still coming?" he asked and shot again. "That's its heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?"

"Shane, enough!" yelled nervous Rick.

"Yeah, you're right, man. That is enough." he put a bullet right between the eyes of the Walker. Hershel dropped to his knees. "Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone!" Carol gasped. "Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us! Enough! Rick, it ain't like it was before! Now, if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here, right now!"

Shane was acting like a madman. Pacing around, waving his gun, screaming. He ignored everyone who tried to stop him and when they all saw his back, moving towards the barn, they knew it was over. The group probably didn't expect this to happen, as Charlie met the surprised eyes of Daryl. He was making sure that the walker on a pole wouldn't try to break free. Then she looked at shaking Carol, who was standing opposite to her, a couple feet away.

"Take the snare pole!" Rick screamed.

"Rick!" Lori called her husband's name.

"Hershel! Hershel, take the snare pole. Hershel! Listen to me, man, please! Take it now. Hershel! Take it!" Rick was trying to get to the old man who dropped to his knees. He was just watching what was happening. Then Rick turned to Shane. "No, Shane. Do not do this, brother!

It was chaos. Rick yells at Shane, and Lori calls her husband and Shane. Maggie begged them to stop. And the snarling of the walker.

There was a moment of silence before Walkers started flooding out of the barn. So shooting began. Bullets were flying in the air, and everyone started to fire in that direction. Even Glenn moved forward and tried to help the rest of the group after Maggie pushed him and told him to do it. Charlie was watching more and more of them walking out of the barn, growling and trying to get to them, but soon dropping dead on the ground.

"Stop!" Rick yelled.

About twenty Walkers were lying dead on the ground. Some of them were members of Hershel's family- even though they weren't them anymore, they still had their faces, so it must have been really painful for the family. But soon the group was punished for the reckless behavior.

It was quiet for a second, as no more Walkers were inside. Nobody moved, even when they saw a little girl that they tried to find so desperately. It was as if the time stopped until Carol started running forward, crying and screaming her daughter's name.

"Sophia! Sophia..." she cried, but was stopped by Daryl's arms holding her middle. "Oh, no. Sophia."

Charlie didn't even know she was moving with loud banging of her heart in the chest. In front of her eyes, she had a movie of memories with Sophia in the quarry. Doing origami. Making flower crowns. Painting. Listening to school stories. Hearing her laugh after Carl said something silly.

"No." Charlie gasped when Shane wrapped his arms around her. Warm tears ran down her cheek. "No! NO!"

Then she saw the girl's body falling to the ground dead after Rick shot her. All Charlie could hear was the sobs of the mother who was on the ground, still held by Daryl's strong arms. He was trying to calm her down and turn her body away, but she just pushed him and walked away.

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