#going from I’m not a violent dog I don’t know why I bite

[rjgraves]

crash ‘89

[malicedragoness]

Nsft Havik Headcanons

Listen up y’all. This is by far, without a doubt, the weirdest thing I have written for this blog. Havik is not for everyone. So please read the warnings before you decide to read.

I don’t know why I’m attracted to this damn zombie man. But goddamnit!

Let me know if y’all want a part 2 or have questions.

WARNINGS: Havik is his own warning, body horror, limb detachment, lots of blood, manic behavior, Havik saying absurd shit.

-At first, he hates your guts when he meets you. He’s not supposed to want you. Owning things and keeping them in line aren’t his philosophy. A relationship feels like confinement and ownership. There shouldn’t be ownership. And yet he wants to keep you to himself.

He hates it. You represent everything he is against and he hates that he wants you. But if you returned his affections, he would keep you close to him and act like a violent guard dog to anyone that gets close to you.

-Havik is a chest guy. It’s not so much for nipples/boobs, but he has an obsession with your heart. He wants to be able to physically touch it and it tortures him that he can’t. So he settles for being as close to it as possible.

Havik favors positions where he can see and feel your chest and salivate over it. His favorite pastime is to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat like a thief trying to crack open a safe.

One thing about being with Havik, you need to get used to some of the absurd shit he says. During sex he’ll comment: “Just one chomp. One good chomp and I’ll be eating your heart out of your body, and sip your life’s blood.”

“I can hear your blood singing to me.”

“So sweet. So forbidden. Please, let me just lick it?”

Once Havik reaches a certain point in your relationship, he will let you physically touch his heart. He opens his chest to show you how fast it beats when you’re around. “Only you can make my heart dance like this.”

Even if you don’t want to touch it, he makes you. In his own delusional way, he’s showing you he trusts you.

-Masochist. It should go without saying that Havik enjoys pain, specifically if you’re the one to inflict it. From simple things like nipple clamps and tight cock rings, to drawing patterns in his skin with a knife. He gets off on you hurting him.

And while he loves pain, Havik would never turn away any tenderness you give him. If you stroke his hair, he’ll rub his head into your hand like a kitten. He will take any form of touch and affection you give. Gentle or cruel.

-Havik is proud of how absurdly flexible and detachable his body is. He can arch his body in different ways and put it in angles that aren’t humanly possible. Sometimes he detaches his head and will watch his body fuck you from across the room. There are times during sex where he has you hold his detached head to your chest while he fucks you, so he can listen to your heart beat.

-Licks your blood like it’s a delicacy. If you’re ever injured in a fight or if you have a cut on your finger, Havik is quick to come lick it. He’ll moan in ecstacy tasting your blood and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Your blood is a shot of adrenaline to his system, and he gets more impatient than usual, and wants to drag you off to fuck you that instant.

-He is loud! There’s no restraint with him. He growls, he moans, he screams, he talks. He can never be quiet. So if you don’t want to be caught in the act, make sure you’re not anywhere public.

-Oral sex can be tricky for him. It’s not that he lacks enthusiasm. Far from it. But with no lips he’s relying heavily on his tongue and fingers to give you pleasure. For men, he circles his tongue around your cock and uses his hands to jerk you off.

-Love bites and nibbles replace all the kisses he could’ve left on your body. After his face got damaged, he realized he prefers it this way. Bite marks litter your skin and he’s all too happy to run his tongue over them.

-Havik experiences bouts of mania after fighting and being covered in blood. When he’s high in his mania, his masochistic tendencies get extreme. He wants you to slice him up, tie him down, pull his hair, torture him by making him cum multiple times so he gets overstimulated. He wants to feel pain.

Eventually, he will rip his arms off to get out of the restraints so he can take out his energy on you. And when he’s in it deep, he’s loud and sets a brutal pace.

“You feel so gooooood! I want to see your brains spill out of your head!”

(Keep in mind, he would never hurt you like that. But he says things in the throes of pleasure.)

When he goes through these episodes, it seems like it lasts for hours before he finally stops. Once he comes down from his high, he is exhausted from the emotional overload. He’ll cling onto you, shaking and crying. Desperate for an anchor as he rides the waves of his mental crash, loving the feel of you petting his hair.

-After being together for a while, he’ll break off one of his fingers and give it to you. Havik won’t grow it back. He puts it on a cord for you to wear around your neck. It’s his way of proposing to you. No matter where you go, you always have a piece of him.

[mysteriesmuse]

“SLEEPING BEAUTY ME” [verb] Bakugo's having some dream, one that’s really more of a memory of something really sweet you did for him recently and he’s waking up with the urge to thank you — with a big fat whipped kiss. Anyways he’s patting the bed and looking over at your form all curled up next to his shoulder, blissfully asleep and he can hear the swish of your foot moving underneath the covers. Bakugou rising up halfway with his strong forearm and raising his other arm to gently cup your bare shoulder and try and shake you away from your dream. massive sigh when you scrunch your nose and curl your fingers like a little kitten just underneath your chin. Has his heart squeeze even while you’re asleep, and even while he’s asleep apparently, and he gently grabs your chin with his hand. Warm calloused fingers encapsulating as you puff little snoozy breaths onto that space between his nose and lips. He’s got a big thumb gently lifting your eyebrow and pulling up your eyelid to see your pupil do absolutely nothing in return and he’s just so torn. Feels the need to kiss you, but doesn’t wanna do it without your consent. Ya know? All frowny faced and pouty bc It’s just too early in your relationship for that. And like what’s a man to do?? Well Katsuki decides to place his hand across your forehead and places his pseudo-smacker’ there on the back of his hand. And yes, smacker that sucker was LOUD. he’d be embarrassed if you were awake to hear how loud and cheesy that big fat kiss he gave you was. but first thing in the morning when you stretch out across his chest like a lap dog he’s asking you, “hey baby, is it okay if I kiss you while you’re asleep? Like on the forehead or sumthin’ - i dunno know.” And you’re blinking up at him with hazy unfocused eyes that are already sliding closed. Arms staying still where they are hands absent mindedly grabbing and twirling at his hair. And you hum out a “why?” Bakugou can feel the wind coming out of him as he tries to explain, you snort as his hands find your sides as he sucks in another deep breath and steadies you, “something came up last night. wanted to kiss you, but you were asleep. Didn’t know if you’d be okay with it — thought I’d ask.” You start to stir more awake at this admission. Awkwardly pulling yourself up with the hands on his head, but Bakugou just lets you slide yourself up his body like that. Tiny hands pushing at his head until yours is level with his. “Like a prince? You wanna sleeping beauty me?” And he’s staring at your face blissfully still grasping onto sleep as he nods, your hands gently bonking again his fluffy locks as he rubs his nose against yours, the verbiage you’re making up has him wrinkling his nose in dislike, mumbling, “something like that, baby.” And you’re pulling back a little cooing, “yes, you can give me a kiss! Suki’ that’s so sweet you’re asking — no, I don’t mind.” Got him sighing and rolling his eyes as your hand slide down his temple and your little fingers poke over the smile he’s biting back. A small smile on your own, “well now that that’s settled I’m going back to sleep. Too early for me,” you mumble. And he smiles kissing at your fingertips, “ok then, princess.” And Katsuki watches you sigh, sliding your eyes closed as you let him continue playing with his fingers. A normal breath or two before a big one that would probably suck at your baby hairs — like a vacuum in a cartoon, before Katsuki’s placing that big fat smackeroo’ he’s been dying to give you all morning. RIGHT on your forehead with so much passion and love, and light shoved against your skull. Like he’s trying to pound it right into your brain itself and — oh my god you might have a headache later today because of it.

And your eyes shoot wide open. And Katsuki’s staring at you with such affection as he brushes back that hair he’s so violently disturbed by his nostrils and you’re oh so wide awake now and the first thing you do is whine. You whine, a mewling noise — out of adoration and pain. Your boyfriend is watching with keen interest and slight suspect at you, you shove again his chest lightly, “on second thought you have those privileges revoked. Can’t believe what I’d be missing out on. And, seriously,” you rub at your forehead. — is that gonna form a bruise?! “— that hurt.” You groan with a grin. Katsuki’s now sheepishly burrying half of his face into his pillow as you continue rubbing the gonna be hard to explain bruise on your forehead. And he’s grabbing your hands again and feverishly pressing chaste kisses all over them, and he grunts out, “sorry, don’t know the strength of m’ love for you just yet.” your heart skitters like a fawn, or a foul, or anything fast and on 4-legs. And your legs absent mindedly kick a little under the covers, “really?” you whisper. Because this might just be the single most romantic thing that has ever happened to you. And it’s coming from a notoriously emotional stunted man who’s made every effort in your currently short relationship to tell you otherwise. He nods, whincing as he prods your forehead with a big fat finger. Katsuki hisses as he continues your examination, “sometimes it’s hard to keep it in check.” you wanna melt. And not just because the heat around him has turned up because he’s nervous and embarrassed — The thing you first picked up on after your first date with him. His nerves coating you both like a stove on the holidays.

Katsuki prods at your forehead bruise with another finger. Brows wrinkled in full restraint and rebellion against the natural strength he’s built up over the years. He frowns, “yeah maybe I shouldn’t do that again.” you hum, an unhelpfully and purposefully non-comittal sound as Katsuki stares at you, “m’ sorry Honeybunch.” Honey. bunch. — an echoing of a pet name you told him you like once. ONCE. One that doesn’t match anything about his gruff personality, but should rightfully be applied to him every single second of the day. you grin again. it’s not even 6am yet. stupid hero work schedule. “it’s okay, but maybe let’s hold off on those super-power packed kisses of yours, — for now,” you add, watching the way his red eyes glimmer with relief and satisfaction. And like everything else he’s learning to do he nods eagerly, quickly grunting out a “I’ll work on it.”

you smile again, gently pulling his hand that’s poking at your forehead to your lips where you press the kind of permanently stamped love in his palm — the kind you imagine he was going for. Katsuki’s mouth trembles, an action that means he’s a little overwhelmed. You grin self-satisfied at the expression, you bring his palm to cup your cheek, “you can always make it up to me — by kissing it better.” Katsuki practically swoops, darts in eagerly. “— gently!” you playfully chastise as you grab his face, lips pursed as he holds one hand against the back of your head which would suggest this next one may only be a little less strong and slightly less painful. — and that it is, his apology kiss. And the moment he slips out of bed to go take a shower you’re already grabbing your phone off the nightstand and zooming in to take a video of your face. Bc this is a narratable moment if you’ve ever seen one and you ought to capture it with its full fresh bruising glory for your friend and most importantly your future selves, and maybe future kids . . . bc if you weren’t sure he was the one before you are now.

[spidermandni]

i’m not a violent girl. (i don’t know why i bite.)

pairing sohee x reader

wc 843

genre angst

notes this was originally an original character/self insert writing but i also imagined sohee as the boy so… take this and yes it’s based off of that one tiktok audio for isle of the dogs and i bet on losing dogs by mitski… i might make a prequel for the “i bite” part… we’ll see

“i’m sorry.”

when he looks up from the pavement and turns to to his left to look at you, you’re not looking at him. your eyes are staring straight ahead but he can see the corners with slightly red veins—your eyes, they’re watering.

“i just-” you voice cracks and you shut your mouth as soon as the squeak makes its way out of your throat, throwing your head down and shutting your eyes tightly. your eyelashes connect to your cheeks, clumped as the tears you wanted to keep in begin to flow down your cheeks. “i don’t want to be mean to you or hurt you, it’s just… i would rather be mean first and push you away before you do it to me.”

he listens to your words and when he finally thinks he found something to say, you cut him off.

“i’m too much. i talk too much, i feel too much—i don’t want you to get overwhelmed, feel like i’m a bother. i can’t, not you.” you pathetically chuckle while wiping your tears with one hand. “if you think i’m just a bitch, that’s fine, but if you get to know me and realize how i actually am, and you don’t like that, i don’t think i could… that might—it would ruin me. so i think it would be best if we just… never speak again.” you ramble but you still refuse to look at him.

his face crumples up at your words, feeling his heart begin to do the same. he has known you for such a short time but the only thing he finds you is captivating. when he is away from you, all he thinks of is you and even when you are near, he can’t take his eyes away from you. he met you and the world before him shifted to something brighter, so how could you, the person who makes him feel the most euphoric, feel like you burden him just with your presence?

“i know you talk a lot. i know you feel a lot, i’ve seen you cry to the narnia movies. i’ve seen you squeal at the sight of deer crossing the road because of how cute you think they are. i’ve seen you get ridiculously excited about hearing a song you hadn’t heard in years that you still remembered all the lyrics to. i’ve seen you at the end of the day when you can finally relax and let your social battery charge. i’ve seen you on days where you don’t feel so hot but still choose to hang out with us because somebody wants to go get dinner as a group.

“none of that is bothersome to me. i know you and i like it all. there’s nothing about you that could annoy me. anything you say, anything you feel, anything you want to do, i’m here. i’m here and i want to be hear with you to hear it all, feel it and do it with you. you matter to me and if you feel that you don’t to anybody else, just know that you’ll always be someone to me. someone that i really like and care for and want to know even more.” while speaking, he had refused to stop looking at you, even going as far as to softly grab your hand.

you look at him with furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and sorrowful eyes. his heart clenches again in his chest because he had never seen you look this defeated.

“but how do i know you mean it? everyone i know, even my family, they get tired of me. you don’t have to lie just to try to make me feel better, i’m a big girl, i can take the pain.” a dejected smile forming on your face, the tears from before now dry and staining your cheeks.

“i’m not lying to you to make you feel better. i’ll prove it to you everyday if i have to. i care about you and i want you to know i do. you’re my friend—and more and when you feel like you believe me, believe that how i feel about you is true, i’m here. i’ll always be here.” he finishes, lifting his free hand to softly caress your cheek. his fingers are slightly rough but still smooth, your skin is still soft underneath his palm despite dried tears.

the two of you sit there for a few moments before you nod. he smiles at you, it’s small.

“yeah?” you nod again.

“yeah.”

“can i… can i hug you or is that…?” you smile at him, small like his, and he takes it. his arms wrap around your waist, his chin immediately resting on your shoulder as one of his hands lie on your back as the other rests on the back of your head. he sighs in content when your arms wrap around the same, your hands coming to curl against his shoulders instead.

“i care about you.” your head drops lightly against his, finally comfortable.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Stuck in a Rut: Dante x G/N Reader

NSFW ahead Minors DNI

Seriously go away, children Summary:Dante is going through his first rut with you being his mate. Things have been going fine; he’s been doing what he needs and you have been enjoying it. However, it is the last week of his season and he is having issues relieving his ‘itch’ for you.

Beginning Notes: Since I keep writing long stories; I decided to take a break and write something smaller. This isn’t super descriptive or anything, but I like it idk lmao I know that this is “unrealistic” and that like over like 7 inches or some shit would hurt you (and can kill you) just roll with it. ✨🩸✨ Bottom G/N Reader x Top Dante--written with Male in mind, but no describing words or terms used that indicate such. Basically, just smut with very minor fluff Monsterfucking; Devil Trigger, Sin Devil Trigger Knotting Overstimulation; reader tells him to stop but it is disingenuous Minor Mating/Breeding Kink Biting Very Minor choking Small blood warning

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     Over the past few weeks, Dante and you had been sharing your (or rather his) first rut together. Things were going fine, great actually. The devil had been able to satisfy himself within a few rounds every six or seven hours. When you had sex it was mindblowing and, afterwards, he would shower you with pure romantic affections that made your heart melt. Today, however, Dante was having a hard time fulfilling those inner unholy urges.

     “Fuck- Dante~!” you felt the red devil manhandle you into a downward dog pose. A roasting grey-scaled hand pushed roughly down onto the back of your neck; forcing your head down and your hips up, “Wait-- Please--”

     Without hesitation, Dante shoved himself back inside and let out a tumultuous growl. Loud squelching noises came from you with every thrust of his hips, courteous of the several previous rounds of lovemaking. The two of you had been slamming hips together for nearly an hour now and you were beyond sore. Your hands gripped violently at the disheveled bedding as you felt him pick up the pace once more. 

     Dante moved his hand from the back of your neck and the top of your head, yanking it backwards. Slowly, he kissed along your neckline and was doing his best not to bite down too hard into your soft flesh. 

     “Fuck,” you hissed at him, “bite me if that’s what-- Ah~!” 

     You didn’t have to tell him twice, he bit down harshly piercing your skin with his sharp teeth. The red devil’s thrusts had become short and rough as he set the side of his face against yours. Hot breath washed over your skin as you leaned back against him; hoping that meant he was finally reaching his final peak. 

     With a final hard slam, he came inside you once more; burying himself to the hilt. Because of how much Dante had been ramming your poor hole, it didn’t take much force to push his knot inside your body. Not only that but, you were full enough that his cum was already running out of your body. 

     The two of you sat breathing heavily as you mumbled to him, “Are you..?” you couldn’t even finish your sentence out of exhaustion. 

     Dante didn’t respond.

     You exasperatedly face-planted into the bed, muffling your words, “Oh my god…”

     The red devil’s voice was soft and ladened with a thick feeling of remorse as he whispered, “I’m sorry… We can stop if--”

      With a loud huff, you turned your head slightly to unmuffle your voice, “Why don’t you just use it?”

     “Wait--” Dante stiffened and sat upwards, pulling himself from your body--making you groan loudly, “You mean..?”

     “Y-yes,” your hips dropped to lay flat on the bed and you shivered at the feeling of his seed gushing out of your body, “At this point, I don’t care.”

     Dante stared down at you for a moment in thought, his cock still standing at full attention. Carefully, he flipped you over to face him and placed his hands flatly on the mattress beside your body, “You don’t know what you are asking me to do-- This will hurt,” admittedly, his cock was aching at you making such a naughty request.

     “Dante,” you tiredly set a hand on his cheek, slowly running your thumb over the ridges of his face, “Do it.”

     His brow furrowed as he frowned with worry, “But--”

     “I want you to fuck me in your Sin Trigger, Dante,” your fingers slid behind the plating on his jaw and pulled slightly, eliciting a groan from the devil, “I want you to break me.”

     A low growling came from deep within his chest as he looked down at you, “Last chance to back--”

     You roughly pulled him down to meet your lips and forced your tongue into the heat of his mouth. Dante groaned at the feeling of you instigating such a fervorous kiss. The two of you fought for dominance, which Dante won of course; allowing him to explore your cavern freely. Once the two of you broke apart, the devil leaned back and stood up from the mattress. 

     Before you were even able to lean upwards to see him, a large set of broiling hands yanked you by your ankles to the foot of the bed. You swallowed hard as you felt the same set of grey and red scaled hands pick you up by your middle. Quickly, you wrapped your legs around the un-armored parts of his abs. This caused you to nick the underside of your legs on the large sharp spikes that decorated his thighs--making you hiss in pain. 

     In all your time being with him--even before you started dating--you had only seen his Sin Trigger a handful of times and that was always at a distance. Now that you are seeing him up close and personal, you were semi-afraid of your larger-than-life lover. His stature was enormous and the snarling growls he made as he moved you around like a toothpick, made you fearfully aroused. 

     That’s when you felt it. 

     Although you know Dante warned you, you didn’t really consider exactly how he meant that this would hurt; you, of course, knew that his dick would grow with him, but this was much more than you expected. You gasped at the feeling of his overwhelmingly thick cock head that prodded at your hole, trying to enter your body. Thankfully, there was plenty of Dante’s cum to use as lubrication; otherwise, the devil would have torn through your insides. 

     You shouted in pain at him trying to shove himself inside, “Fuck!” desperately, you clawed and grabbed at his biceps, “Dante-! Slower, pl-please,” tears had already sprung to the corners of your eyes as you grimaced, trying to relax. 

     Admittedly, you were worried if he was going to be able to understand you; however, the red devil did slow down as you requested. Relieved at the small amount of control he displayed, you closed your eyes to focus on allowing him inside. He slowly inched his way into your hole, emitting a low rumbling growl the entire time.

     All the while, Dante licked at your neck and face in an attempt to apologize. The red devil had no lips to kiss you with, so this was the best that he could manage. His tongue was pleasantly hot and felt like a cat licking you; gently scraping your skin. Although you were overwhelmed by the insurmountable feeling of being stretched out by his cock, you couldn’t help but laugh at the strangly cute action. However, this died down as you suddenly felt a pain start in your lower abdomen. 

     “Wait--” Dante stopped both the movement of his hips and tongue at your words. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke between breaths, “I can’t take any more in, please…” the red devil had pushed nearly ten inches inside your hole and still had plenty to spare. 

     He seemed to understand and stood still, allowing you to try to adjust. Distantly, you found yourself worrying about him trying to push too far into you when he finishes but were quickly brought back to reality by the sudden shifting of the red devil. 

     A loud sharp mixture of a moan and shout left your lips from him sliding out a few inches and pushing back in; moving in slow restrained movements, “Fuck~! Dante, holy sh-shit,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he moved more. 

     It only took a few minutes for Dante to work up to a brutal pace. Loud and animalistic growls left his body as he fucked up into you, holding you like a living fleshlight--and treating you with the same respect. His fingers had tightened around your middle, bruising it almost instantly. A small amount of blood began to drip from your sides from the pin-prick tips of his claws slicing into your skin. Each one of Dante’s thrusts only made him hunger more for your body; hunger to make you his.

     All this in contrast to you; you who was scarcely able to hold on and just continued loudly moan miscellaneous gibberish at the devil. A small amount of drool began to dribble from your mouth as you did your best to stay awake and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You felt Dante begin to heat up, a sign that he was getting close--which he was much hotter than his Regular Trigger, you noted. 

     Wanting to hold him, you use what little energy you had and leaned forwards. Carefully, you set your hands on his face doing your best to avoid the spikes along his jaw. Upon feeling your small gentle human hands, the devil leaned into you and placed his forehead against yours. Dante growled louder in pleasure at your touch and cocooned you with his wings; holding you even closer. Although it wasn’t clear because of the lack of pupils, you thought he was staring into your eyes--a rather romantic gesture during such a less-than-such fuck fest.

     It was swelteringly hot within the bundling grasp of the devil, to the point of you feeling lightheaded. You knew Dante would stop if you passed out so you did your best to push him over the edge by trying to tighten your body--not wanting to have to try again later.

     “Dante,” your voice was hoarse, “Please~” you felt him tighten his grip, “I’m all yours, Dante. Plea-ah~” his thrusts became short and ragged, “Just- Gah~ please…”

     At this point, Dante was doing everything in his power to not force himself all the way inside you--knowing that you would die. However, all he wanted to do to knot your tight hole--to breed you. Because of this intense focus, he hadn’t noticed that he had his claws sunk nearly an inch into your flesh and had begun to burn your delicate human skin with his scorching scaled palms. 

     You, admittedly, had noticed but were beyond overstimulated and exhausted; so you didn’t care as long as he hit his climax.

     It only took a few more stiff hard jabs before he spilled his hot load. Not really thinking, the red devil sunk his teeth deep into you as he normally would; not thinking of the consequences that this could and would have. Not only were his teeth razor sharp and quite large; the inside of his mouth was scaldingly hot and burnt your skin. The devil’s teeth sunk just shy of an inch deep into the side of your neck--making you suddenly aware of what he just did. 

     You shouted in both pain and pleasure, “Dante~! That--” you hissed as you sliced your palm on his shoulders, forgetting that he is covered in spikes, “That hurts-- Ah~!” you moaned loudly as you felt him shift his hips a bit.

     The red devil just stood there unloading himself into your trembling body. You were full enough that most of his seed ended up on the floor and both of you; however, despite this, the devil made sure to stay inside you. He thunderously purred through his bite, making you feel tingly at the strange sensation. Admittedly, you were on cloud nine and the rumbling sensation only added to the intense overstimulation caused by your lover. 

     The two of you stood for several minutes as Dante slowly ground himself against you, still fighting the urge to push further into your delightfully full hole; the hole that belonged to him. His wings slowly unfurled from around you and his grip slowly loosened; removing his claws from your skin. You were on the verge of unconsciousness as you felt him shift once more; this time, however, it was because he was slowly backing out of his Sin Trigger--moving to his Regular Trigger. 

     A low groan left your pursed lips as you felt him remove his cock with an audible pop. You shivered as you felt a sudden wetness drip down your legs; accompanied by the feeling of being both too full and uncomfortably empty. The next thing he did was release his vice grip of a bite.

     There were thick lines of his spit mixed with your blood that strung between your flesh and him as he slowly removed himself from you tender neck. Still coming down from his high, Dante had a wide smile as he gently set you down on a clean section of the bed. Looking down at your disheveled form, he wiped the blood from his mouth with a large proud smirk. You were relatively out of it at this point; wanting nothing more than to sleep--not caring about how messy everything was or how much loving pain you were in. The red devil placed a gentle kiss on your forehead due to a warm overly-sappy lovey feeling beginning to fill his chest.

     It wasn’t until he saw blood begin to quickly pool on the sheets below your neck that he began to realize the gravity of the situation. Although it wasn’t uncommon for you to end up with some bleeding marks during the last few weeks; the bite from this session was much deeper and had larger holes than normal. Without thinking, the fiery devil placed one of his palms on your neck to cauterize the wound shut. 

     Which pulled you right back to reality with a loud shout, “Fuck! Dante!” you tried to pull away from his palm. 

     With a small huff, Dante used his other hand to brace the opposing side of your neck and held you in place. After a few painfully long minutes, the devil removed his hand. A strained grunt left his lips as he returned to his human form, now just as exhausted as you.

     You were breathing heavily and had tear streaks running down your face, “Why..?”

     He sighed and gently placed his head against your chest as he mumbled, “You were bleeding too much…”

     A small agreeing, “Ah,” is all you could manage to say.

     Admittedly, it was a good thing you were semi-delirious; otherwise, you would have shared in Dante’s worry. If he had bit down just a little further through your soft neck, the red devil would have bitten through your jugular and killed you. The two of you would have to figure out a safer way for him to use that side of him; if you want him to use it at all. 

     Before the two of you could discuss it, a small gentle snore caught Dante’s attention. You were already fast asleep. The devil stood up with a small shake of his head and a large toothy smile as he made his way to get some cleaning and medical supplies.

     Surely you were going to be angry about how much your neck--and the rest of your body--hurt from today; however, that is for future Dante to worry about. All he wanted to do right now was clean you up and curl up close to you. You, his partner, lover,  mate; his everything. 

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Ending Notes: Hope y'all enjoyed this even though it's kinda short. The next story will most likely be a fluffy (not angsty) Vergil fic; so stay tuned lmao

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[icycoldninja]

Can u write the DMC boys with a reader who loves them like a dog

It’s a weird thing but the thing is, she’s not a therian or a furry. I got inspired by this dialogue of a character from the movie “Isle of Dogs��:

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“I am not your pet

I never liked you

I don’t care about you

I won’t wait for you

I bite.”

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She’s a violent person who act out on her impulses whether it be devils or people who deserved it; she’s always distancing herself and purposely from the people around her no matter what; she won’t let herself be vulnerable and will never let her walls down ; she’s rigid ,pessimistic…like a stray dog that comes running away from the sight of people

Because of that, a lot of people, whether it be her friends, family members or lovers left her because in their words, she’s hard to love and no matter how much effort they put into trying to understand her, she always back away…like a stray dog that’ll snarl and bite at you no matter how much you try to help it.

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“My friends think I like to fight but it’s just not true

Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam but I’ve never enjoyed it

I’m not a violent dog

I don’t know why I bite”

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But once they really try to know her while respecting her boundaries, be patient and caring despite her conflicting moods, can put up with her impulses and her mood swings, does not try to shun her or forcefully force her to be ‘happy’ and ‘less of herself’ for the sake of others while she’s obviously uncomfortable…they’ll get to know why she acts the way she does…like a violent stray she has always been known as

She’s violent because that’s the only way she can be taken seriously as a person and not be pushed around since; she distances herself from others because she’s tired of having to trail after people like a puppy begging for attention; she won’t let herself be vulnerable because of people exploiting/abusing her; she’s pessimistic because she was let down by people all her life so she learned not to be dependent on anyone.

Because of the amount of abuse, neglect and multiple negative experiences she had growing up, she’ll snarl and bite at people no matter the intention that had with her which inevitably push people further away from her…like an anxious and traumatized stray dog that was once scarred by people so the only way it can protect itself is to bite at those who wander too close for its own good.

And the rest can be the boys and the reader trauma bonding, helping her heal her emotional wounds, etc

P/S: There’s a tiktok video that can sum up her character if u want: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS22WpWwB/

Have a nice day and pls make it extremely angsty in the beginning to comforting at the end

Yes, absolutely, here you go!

Sparda boys + V x Hurt dog-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-When he first met you, he thought you were a real jerk. You were mean, distant, pessimistic, extremely violent, and generally an extremely unpleasant person.

-Dante honestly hated you! You just kept pushing everyone away, never accepting anyone's help and getting abandoned because of it. You never changed, or learned from your mistakes, either, you just kept on being an asshole.

-He was prepared to up and ditch you too, when he happened to catch sight of you crying on a bench in the street. It was weird, seeing a normally aggressive, borderline psychopathic person so broken and vulnerable.

-Knowing he shouldn't and ignoring those ominous feelings, Dante approached you, sat next to you, and waited for you to begin speaking--if you would speak at all.

-You started chatting after a while, and what was first an exchanging of pleasantries became a heart-to-heart conversation where Dante learned a lot more about you than he ever thought he would know.

-You were truly a broken soul. His heart ached for you. He'd have helped you, if he could, but wasn't sure how.

-After this little chat, you started hanging out a lot more often you were slightly less aggressive towards him, though still quite mean and very bristly. Dante was patient, however, and continued to put up with you until your walls finally cracked, broke, and you confessed.

-From that point on, Dante got to see how loving you could be. It was extremely surprising, given your personality, but you were actually the sweetest, most loyal person he'd ever met.

-Constantly tells you that you have nothing to worry about, that he would never abuse or take advantage of you, and that he's here to stay, regardless of what you do.

-It seemed impossible to everyone else and sounds crazy, but Dante might be able to fix you.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil never really liked you from the start. You were a grouchy, closed off, beastly woman.

-He avoided you and tried extremely hard not to get sent on missions with you. Whenever he did, he would immediately go off somewhere, leaving you to fend for yourself.

-Over time, he began to realize how cruel that was, and believe it or not, he began to see a little of himself in you.

-He felt sorry for you, honestly. He knew that no one is that angry inside without good reason--you must have been traumatized in the past, just like him.

-It took him some time, but he finally decided to talk to you. While you continued to push him away, Vergil refused to budge. He was adamant in speaking with you, and he would get what he wanted no matter what.

-Since he refused to leave you alone, you had no choice but to endure his presence, and that inevitably led to having a conversation.

-This was how Vergil learned of your dark and deeply traumatizing paar. It reminded him of his own depressing backstory, which made him start to second guess himself. Maybe he was a bit too harsh on you.

-From that point onwards, he made sure to always make time for you, even if you didn't want to be in his presence. It mattered not; he would try to help you through your emotional struggles, doing for you what someone should have done for him.

-This is how he learns of what a sweetheart you can be when given the chance. Deep down, you're the most loving, precious soul he'd ever met. If only you hadn't been treated so harshly, you could have turned out differently.

-Even if you try to escape him, it is impossible. Vergil has made up his mind to stay with you, standing by your side through everything, be it violent outburst or bloody murder.

□ Nero □

-Nero disliked you when he first met you, there's no denying that.

-However, not long after meeting you, he realized that you weren't such a violent person because you wanted to be. Monsters are never born, they are made.

-You were definitely hiding something, probably some childhood trauma or something similar. Nero knew it would be hard to get you to talk, but he was going to find out.

-He managed to get you alone somehow and in the gentlest way he could, asked you if you were alright. Such an action shocked you, since you never expected anyone to care about your feelings, so you temporarily let your guard down.

-Nero is actually a lot nicer than you thought he would be. You kind of felt comfortable around him, which resulted in you spilling your guts out to him.

-After hearing your story, Nero realized he was right after all; your past was dark, darker than his. This also made him realize that no one was going to help you--no one had anyway, because if they had, you wouldn't be like this.

-Nero started following you around, even when you didn't want him to, continuing to defend your cause even after you lashed out at him. It wasn't out of pity; Nero had feelings for you and wanted to see you happy.

-You started warming up to him after a while, revealing your loyal, loving nature that you kept hidden under an angry facade.

-Nero loves seeing you all smiles and laughter, and promises to never leave you like the rest. He comforts you whenever you need it, and even when you don't.

-You guys can also bond over your shared trauma, which does wonders for both your mental states.

● V ●

-V is the only person in the world who didn't hate you upon meeting you.

-He understood you were a vicious woman and that some would be deterred by this, but he wasn't.

-People are this way for a reason. Since he is part of Vergil, V knows what he's talking about.

-He tried very hard to get close to you, always asking how your day went, if you were alright, and listening if you had anything you'd like to get off your chest.

-You were very hesitant to make conversation with him; understandable, given your past, but he kept trying.

-One day, when you were at a particularly low mental state, you caved and started talking to him. V was patient, and listened to everything, not judging you or getting upset with you for expressing yourself, like so many others did.

-This kindness made you see him in a different light. You really adored this man for being so nice to you.

-You guys hung out a lot after that, talking about your personal lives and all that, bonding in ways you never thought possible before.

-V then got to see how you behaved around people you cared about, and he must say, you're much sweeter than they say you are.

-He loves you beyond imagination, and is sure to remind of you of this fact every time he sees you.

[codfanficedits]

Before the mask - Part thirteen

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 2050| Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: mentioning of childhood abuse, an attempt at a decent conversation

A/N: As a true fanfic writer, I have been scheduled to a surgery and I'll be most likely to go MIA for a few weeks while I recover, I'm sorry!

Simon knew it wasn’t fair to take it out on you. He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you didn’t raise him to be like this. But in that split second, he couldn’t stop it, his mind was so overwhelmed that he had lashed out.

‘I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite.’ The quote he had once heard fills his mind, Simon didn’t want to be a violent dog, never wanted to be one, he saw what had happened to violent dogs. But if you mistreat a dog long enough, if you beat a dog long enough. It will only know violence.

His mind is running wild and once more Simon doesn’t know what to do, he could feel you freeze up in his lap, and he doesn’t know if he should wrap his arms around you, beg you for forgiveness, tell you he didn’t mean to, but that he panicked? Or should he keep true to his word, really kick you out and deal with the consequences, he could always make it up to you later.

And oh God. Dear fucking God.

What if you get tired of this? What if he is more broken than you though he would be and what if you grow sick of it? What if you see him for who he really is? A broken boy, with no clue who he really is, just trying to mend his personality to the people he deemed special, so they won’t leave him? A broken boy, who has been hurt so many times before, that he felt as if he wasn’t worthy of attention ever again, especially yours.

A broken boy, who is so angry at the world, because everybody saw what was happening, and nobody tried to stop it.

And those boys live together, making Simon who he is in this moment. All of them together are trying to fight to keep him as safe as they can. And you. You’re dangerously close, you can make him feel vulnerable and that is something Simon struggles with. It goes against who he thought he was.

But maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself to tear those walls down a little bit, to let you in a little bit. Maybe he could allow you to be the guiding moon in the darkness of his mind.

For Simon, this feels like an eternity, while in reality, his little snapping wasn’t more than a few seconds ago.

You blink, once, twice. What the fuck just happened? How did he go from being so.. so.. happy to whatever the fuck this was?

You’re stunned, the way he switched up so fast wasn’t something you were used to.

And his eyes betrayed him. They betrayed how he really felt, they betrayed the turmoil of emotions within. They couldn’t hide the storm that he felt, and you noticed, you could see right through those eyes.

But you weren’t put on this earth to change him, to fix him, to pick up the pieces others had caused and glued them back on. That wasn’t what you were made for, no matter what you had been told.

Of course you felt sympathy for what had happened, of course no one should’ve been raised the way he had been raised, but it was a reason for his behaviour, not an excuse.

“What the fuck, Simon.”

And Simon winces from your harsh words, a sinking feeling in his gut when he realizes he might not get away with this type of behaviour. He wants to open his mouth, to come up with a thousand different excuses as to why he had acted the way he did. But he gets shushed by you.

“No, you listen.” You say, warning him. “We just agreed we have to communicate more, we just agreed to let each other in, and here you are, shutting me out again. You can’t demand that I share my feelings with you, that I share my thoughts with you when things get me overwhelmed, only for you to shut me out.” You get off his lap, feeling that your words don’t have as much power when you’re sitting down. And maybe going for the attack wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but you were only human too.

“You don’t know how it is.” Simon muttered.

“Then tell me how it is!” You didn’t want to raise your voice, but it happened anyway, the frustration getting the best of you.

Simon shuts down again, how could he possible explain what is going on inside of him, when he himself doesn’t fully understand what is happening? And on top of that, how is he supposed to share his feelings. He is a man, and men are not supposed to be soft, to be caring, to be sweet, that is not what he has been taught. And how could one man go against the generational trauma that has bestowed upon him?

“Simon.” You sigh his name and it sounds so sweet to him. “I will never be able to fully understand what you went through, I will never be able to say that I get how you feel, because my upbringing has been so different than yours. But, if you shut me out completely, I will never understand even the slightest part of you, and we can’t have that, not if we want to make us work. So please, for the love of God, don’t shut me out.”

His mind is running, and he is unable to fully comprehend what is happening, his mind is screaming one thing, to brush this off, to snap at you again, to tell you to shut up, but the other part, the part that wants to heal, is begging him to let you in.

The difficult thing about healing, is that it takes place outside of someone’s comfort zone.

And being abused means that Simon has been out of his comfort zone for most of his life, and it’s a battle, a struggle, to give up that comfort zone again, now that he has finally found it. His throat feels dry, no matter how often he swallows, he has to make a choice and he hates that he can’t have a little preview about the outcome of his choice would be, and that alone makes him doubt it all even more.

“I..” His voice drowns out, how should he phrase this? Hell, he doesn’t even know what he wants to say himself. “Scared.”

It seems like you would have to lead this conversation.

You lean against his dresser, trying to let your rational side speak and not your heart. “What are you scared of?”

What was he scared of? Losing you, losing himself, being himself, not being himself. Existing while others had made sure he was broken.

“I.. It’s a conflict.” He eventually managed to say, and he is silently pleading for you to be content with this information.

“A conflict between what?” You try not to let your patience wear thin, you know he can’t help it, you know it isn’t his fault, although you still feel as if his reaction is his responsibility.

Simon fidgets with his hands, cursing himself that a simple morning of crafting, of making the mask he wanted to wear for Halloween had ended up with this. If only he had behaved himself better, if only he had just shut up when he got overwhelmed.

“I have been taught to be violent.” He admitted quietly. “And doing this.” He pauses to gesture to the paper mâché. “This is not violent.”

That was something you could work with, that was something a conversation could be build on.

“What is it about violence, that brings you peace?”

His blood runs cold, his stomach churns and he has to swallow the lump in his throat. He hadn’t told you he found peace in the violence, yet you hit the hammer on the head while you looked right through him.

“It’s all I’ve known.” He muttered. “It’s what I’ve been raised with. It’s what comes naturally.”

It’s saddening to see, really. He hides it so well during the day, when he is out with others, yet right now his childhood takes over, the trauma fronting, taking over his personality, and he could be so much more than just his trauma.

“Is it what makes you happy?” You ask, maintaining eye contact, no matter how invasive it might feel.

Simon shakes his head, while it brought him a sense of peace, a sense of comfort, a sense of familiarity, it didn’t make him happy, he had tasted life without violence, and he craved the sweetness of it.

See, your first reaction was to ask him why he did it anyway, but you knew he didn’t know, it was a habit, reacting out of anger, reacting in a violent matter, it is what his father had taught him was right, and it was what the army had praised him for.

“What did you feel when we were done mask making?” A new question to snap him out of it.

Should he tell you? What if you find him to be weird? What if you think he shouldn’t feel like this? But the gentle look in your eyes makes him believe that you won’t judge him, that you would at least try to understand him.

“At first I was proud.” He admitted with a sheepish smile. “I never really did this type of stuff growing up. And then I felt fear. Fear that I was becoming too soft, and all of the sudden I feel this random wave of sadness coming over me. And that was too much.”

Oh, his words tug on your heart string, he sounds so sweet, so vulnerable, so human.

“What’s wrong with feeling sad, with feeling fear or pride?” It is a genuine question, as you really try to understand what he is going through.

“I am not supposed to feel these things!”

“Why not? You’re only human.”

Only human.

Only human.

He was allowed to be only human.

You could see it in his face, his eyes getting a little bloodshot, a little bit of moisture starting to collect at the bottom lid of his eyes, the soft trembling of his bottom lip, the sharp intake of air when he tries to fight it. A little sniffle, and finally a tear.

Simon Riley was allowed to be human.

Your first instinct would be to hug him, coddle him. Tell him everything will be alright. But you also know that not everyone feels the same way, and the last thing you want to do, is to push his boundaries, especially at times like these.

“What do you need from me?” You ask, your voice soft. “Do you want a hug? Do you want to be left alone? Do I need to get you some water?”

Simon just looks up at you, the tears in his eyelashes makes it hard to see, and while he opens his mouth to talk, no sound comes out, instead he holds out his arms, an universal sign that he needed you.

The moment you’re within his reach, his arms wrap around your waist and he buries himself into you, years of build up rage, build up frustration, build up fear, and sadness, they all leave him through his sobs. His shoulders shake after each cry, and all you can do is stroke his hair, murmur sweet nothings, so he knows it is okay to let go like this.

Although for Simon, it does feel pathetic, it feels wrong to let go like this. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t cry like he is, he should hold it in.

But fuck does it feel amazing to let go, to let the floodgates open and just let everything out.

Your nails gently scratch the skin on his scalp. “You’re only human, Si.” You whisper, barely being heard over his sobs. “And I’m really proud of you for not shutting me out.”

He looks up at you, red, puffy eyes, wet cheeks, but the sobs had stopped. “Fuck.” Was all he could muster. “I have no idea how to feel, what to feel, how to describe it.”

“Then just feel.”

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 40

You, Joel and Ellie get to know Jackson just in time to leave it. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-39 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: None really! Whole fic is smutty and violent so Minors DNI, 18+ only. No use of Y/N.

Length: 7.1k

“There’s plenty of food here,” the woman who’d asked Joel’s name before - Maria - said. “Take as much as you want.” 

Joel and Ellie were both devouring what was already in front of them but your stomach was still in knots from watching the dog go after Ellie. It was like now that you knew you all were safe, your mind was finally processing all the terror of the past few hours. 

You still instinctively sat Ellie between you and Joel. You didn’t like that you weren’t sitting with your back to something. The room was too open, you felt too exposed to fully calm down. Instead, you looked around, taking it all in.  

Tommy’s arm was draped over the back of Maria’s chair and you caught his eye, quickly gesturing between the two and raising your eyebrows. He gave you one of his cocky smiles and a little nod and you smiled, giving him a little thumbs up. 

“It’s just been a while since we had a proper meal,” Joel said, glancing at Ellie as she practically went face first into he plate. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper meal,” she said. “This is fucking amazing.” 

“Ellie,” you raised your eyebrows at her. “Language.” 

“But,” she protested but you just gave her a look and she sighed. “Sorry.” 

“Thank you,” you said, taking another bite yourself. Ellie was right. It was fucking delicious. You looked to Maria, who looked plenty skeptical of you. “And thank you, for bringing us here and for your hospitality…” 

“And for taking our guns and scaring the shit out of old people in the woods…” Ellie muttered. 

“Gremlin,” you looked at her, brows raised. “Come on. I know you know better than that.” 

“I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” Joel said, glancing at you. 

“Kinda happens when someone starts off trying to kill you,” Ellie muttered. 

“Weren’t gonna kill you,” Tommy said quickly, looking hurriedly at you and Joel. “Just have to make sure we scare off the wrong kind…”

“Like little old people in the woods?” Ellie looked skeptical. 

“Ellie,” Joel looked at her and she rolled her eyes. His eyes met your own over her head as she leaned on the table and you just shrugged. 

“Sometimes a bad reputation can be a good thing,” Tommy said, looking at her in earnest. She didn’t seem to be buying it. 

“Sometimes,” Maria said, eyeing Joel. You frowned. 

“Maybe it would be good for us to take a minute just for family,” Joel said, inching closer to Ellie but looking at Tommy. 

“Well,” he looked a little sheepish. “Maria… She is family.” 

“Oh shit!” Ellie nodded. “Congrats!” 

“Good on you, Miller,” you smiled. 

Joel just sat there, staring at his brother. 

“Joel,” Ellie hissed, jerking her head toward Tommy. 

“Oh,” he coughed. “Congrats.” 

“Why don’t we do the tour,” Maria said more than asked. 

You followed her out into the town. You hung back, falling into step next to Tommy, Ellie sticking close to you. 

“I’m amazed you got someone to actually marry you,” you teased. He laughed. 

“I know, I’m surprised too,” he stuck his hands in his back pockets, watching his wife as she led the way through the town. “She’s amazin’. You’re gonna love her, I know you are…” 

“Well you always had excellent taste in women,” you said, trying to keep a straight face for as long as you could. Tommy laughed first and you had to cover your mouth to keep from being too loud. 

“Fuck, remember that one girl who I brought to your grad party?” He asked. “God, what was her name…” 

“Ashely?” You asked. “The one who got so drunk that she jumped off the diving board and into the pool in a white sundress? No bra? That one?” 

“That’s the one,” he laughed. “Jesus, what was I thinkin’… My taste got better as I got older, though…” 

“Guys,” Ellie said, pointing her head toward Maria and Joel, who had both stopped walking and looked back at you and Tommy. 

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly. Tommy just gave his wife a tight lipped smile. When they turned back around, the two of you looked at each other like you’d just been caught talking in class by the teacher and tried to not start laughing again. 

It was nice, realizing that - even though it had been years since you’d seen each other - it was easy to fall back into being friends again. 

“We started out here,” Maria was saying. “It was already a gated community so we built the wall out from there. Managed to scare off most raiding parties but we find them here and there…” 

“What about infected?” Ellie asked. 

“Yeah but out here it’s fish in a barrel,” Tommy said, looking at Joel, who’d fallen back a bit. “I found a variable power scope, I can headshot those fuckers from a half mile out…” 

“Oh shit, I wanna do that!” Ellie’s face lit up. 

“Absolutely not,” you cut her off. 

“Seriously Doc,” she groaned. “What’s the point of living through the end of the world if you can’t shoot shit in the head from half a mile away?”

“I’m absolutely positive we can come up with a better reason than that,” you replied. 

“Doubt it,” she said. 

“You’ve done a good job of keeping this place off the radar,” you said, looking around as people milled around the street. 

“Took a lot of work,” Maria said. “Location is helpful but we keep our mouths shut about what we have, don’t invite people in without careful consideration, stay off the radio…” 

Tommy looked down at his boots and Joel glared at him. You gave him a look and he just squared his jaw. You tried to not sigh. Leave it to Joel and Tommy to find each other again after years apart and almost immediately start picking fights. 

“So you’re the ones who are keeping the dam running I take it?” You asked. 

“That’s us,” she said. “Took a bit but we got it working a few years back. Now we have sewage, plumbing, water heaters, lights. All the comforts of home.” 

“And no fucking FEDRA,” Ellie looked up at a power line running overhead. You nudged her and raised your eyebrows. “What!” 

“Remember how I said I was going to start cracking down on your language one of these days?” You asked. She sighed. “Well today’s that day, Gremlin. Start dealing with it now.” 

“So dumb,” she muttered. You pulled her into your side for a small hug. 

“You’ll like it,” you said. “You’ll see.” 

“So you’re in charge then?” Ellie asked Maria. 

“Well no one’s in charge but I’m on the council,” she shrugged. “Democratically elected, serving 300 people. But we share everything, all the work, everything you see in town, the greenhouses and the livestock…” 

“Collective ownership,” Tommy smiled proudly. 

“So, communism?” Joel looked at him. 

“No,” he said quickly. 

“Yes,” Maria laughed. “This is a commune. We’re communists.” 

Tommy just stood, blinking for a second. Joel looked smug. You snorted. 

“Tommy the commie,” you teased. 

“No,” he looked at you, eyes wide. “Please no…” 

“Oh yes,” you said, laughing a little. 

“C’mon, don’t make me hate you,” he groaned. “Haven’t seen you in years…” 

“Oh I’m calling you that from now on,” you smirked. “God, so many possibilities…” 

“Swear to God, Kid,” he was trying to not laugh now, too. 

“How about I take the girls to get cleaned up,” Maria said, looking between you and Tommy and frowning. “The house across from ours?” 

“Hasn’t seen any work since ’03 but it has heat,” Tommy said. 

“I’ll take heat,” you replied. 

“You two catch up,” Maria said, looking pointedly at her husband before leading the way across town. 

She showed you to a house that you’d have died for in the before times let alone now. Wooden and two stories and charming, with a front porch you could picture wrapped in Christmas lights or with a chair Joel could play guitar from. 

“Pretty fu… freakin’ nice,” Ellie said when you went inside, nodding at the furniture and decor. 

“You go shower first,” you nodded up the stairs. 

“Sure you don’t want to?” Ellie asked. “Because you’re pretty gross. Like I can smell you from over here…” 

“Thank you so much,” you laughed. “Go shower and try not to use all the hot water.” 

You watched her bound up the stairs before you dropped your pack on the floor by the couch and flopped down on it. You hadn’t sat on something soft in weeks, it felt weirdly unstable. Like it was going to swallow you. 

“Sorry,” you said, realizing Maria was still standing. She was looking you over, like she was analyzing you. “I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just been a long few months on the road.” 

“I can imagine,” she said, going and taking the arm chair opposite you. “So why’d you come?” 

You frowned. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

“I mean,” she said. “Did you come here for my husband?” 

“What?” You laughed. She just looked at you. “I’m sorry, I think you definitely got the wrong impression…” 

“I don’t think so,” she shook her head a little. “I’ve known Tommy about a year and a half. Heard a lot about you and a lot about Joel. I know he asked you to come out here several times. I know your history. I just need to know if he’s the reason you’re here.” 

“No,” you replied, sitting up a little straighter. “No, I’m not here for Tommy. Not that way, anyway. I was traveling with Joel in this direction. He’s here for Tommy, I’m here with Ellie.” 

“And why is she here?” She asked. 

“She’s got family with the fireflies,” you said. “Trying to get her to them. She’s a student of mine, I didn’t want to let her travel alone…” 

“So you uprooted your life to look after a student,” she sounded suspicious. 

“She needed me more than the others did,” you shrugged. “And I didn’t have much life to uproot.” 

“You can understand why I’m skeptical,” she said. “My murderer brother-in-law shows up with my husband’s ex-girlfriend in tow…” 

“Murderer…” you shook your head a little. 

“Has Joel not told you about his history?” She asked, almost smug. 

“No,” you shook your head. “That I knew. I’m just shocked that Tommy didn’t tell you his.” 

“He was following Joel’s lead,” she replied. 

“I’m not talking about before the QZ,” you replied. “I’m talking about the reason Tommy came west in the first place.” 

She frowned so you pressed on. 

“He was a Firefly,” you said. “He helped set a bomb, in the QZ. Blew up a FEDRA building, killed more than three dozen people. Almost killed me. That’s why he left town. Joel made him leave after that, because Tommy was fine with some collateral damage until it almost got me killed. 

“Now, I love Tommy. As a friend,” you added the second part quickly when you saw Maria stiffen. “And I believe he’s a good person. But he’s done some awful things. So has Joel. But that doesn’t make him a bad person. 

“As far as the ex-girlfriend thing goes,” you continued. “We broke up years before he even came out here and we broke up because I was too hung up on Joel to fully commit to anything else. We stayed friends - we’ve always been friends - but it’s not like we were madly in love with each other or something. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about from me. I’m with Joel and I can promise you that Tommy never once looked at me the way he looks at you.” 

She considered you for a moment. 

“You said you’re a doctor?” She asked, other topic set aside. You relaxed a little. 

“I am,” you said. “But from the looks of your set up, you’ve probably got one of those.” 

“We have a nurse,” she said. “A dentist and a veterinarian. No doctor. We could use one.” 

“Well,” you shrugged with a small smile. “I think I’m in the market for a job. Or I will be, once we find Ellie’s people.” 

“Speaking of Ellie,” she said. “I’m going to go run and grab you both some clean clothes. If you want to go across the street, that’s our house. It’s a bit more comfortable.” 

You took her up on it, peering around inside at what life was like when it was lived here. 

It was almost disturbing in its familiarity. Like you’d stepped into something from the day the world ended except it wasn’t frozen like everything else was. It was lived in, maintained, loved. 

There was a chalkboard over the mantle, the names Kevin and Sarah on it. Your heart clenched for a moment. 

You forgot, sometimes, that Tommy lost Sarah, too. The two of them got on like a house on fire. Joel had been so young when Sarah was born that Tommy was just a kid himself. He was regularly at the house for dinner, always happy to take her for the night when you and Joel wanted some time alone. The two of them had inside jokes and favorite movies and stories that belonged to just them. 

And, unlike Joel, he hadn’t blocked her out. He lived with the pain of the loss of her instead of hiding her away. Of course he would have something of her in his home. You just hadn’t expected it. 

“Tommy said you knew her, too,” Maria said, making you jump. She stood beside you, looking up at the board. “That you were probably the closest thing she had to a mom.” 

For some reason, that’s what made you choke up as you fidgeted with the end of one of your braids. 

“Yeah,” you said, voice wet. “Her real mom was an idiot, she was the best kid. Just… she was incredible.” 

“Not her real mom if she wasn’t there,” Maria said. She put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “But it sounds like she had one.” 

You wiped your eyes on your dirty sleeves. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“Tommy also said Joel doesn’t like to talk about her,” she said. “That must be hard for you.” 

“It is,” you sniffed and laughed a little. “Fuck, it really, really is. It doesn’t feel like she was mine to lose, not really, so I have to deal with it the way he does but fuck. It’s hard.” 

You looked back up at the small memorial. 

“Was Kevin your son?” You asked quietly. She just nodded. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Thank you,” she smiled tightly and then laughed a little. “You know, as much as I love it here and I’m so thankful for everything we’ve built… sometimes I resent it. Before this I could look at the world and think ‘well at least he didn’t have to survive this. Maybe it was better.’ But now I see what he could have had and…” 

She shook her head slightly. 

“Anyway,” she said. “I set some clothes out for you in the master bedroom across the way. I’ll have to go run and get you and Ellie some coats yet, I’m guessing you could use some new ones?” 

“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “These have been through a lot.” 

“I’ll be back,” she said. 

Ellie beat her over to the house, looking around cautiously, her hair down for a change. 

“Look at you!” You said. “All shiny and clean…” 

“Swear I had to scrape off an inch of dirt and shit,” she said. 

“Oh perfect,” you replied. “Sounds like I should give you a hug then, can’t have you be too clean…” 

“Oh ew!” She smiled a little, putting her hands up defensively. “Please don’t put your gross body all over me!” 

“Fine,” you sighed. “Since you asked so nicely….” She flopped on the couch. “How are you doing?” 

“Fine,” she shrugged. 

“You sure?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the couch beside her, trying to keep your dirty clothes from touching as much of the furniture as you could “Because you didn’t seem very OK earlier.” 

She shrugged. 

“Ellie.” 

“I just don’t have someone here,” she said. “You guys have Tommy, you all go way back. You’re family…” 

“Family can grow,” you shrugged. “That’s one of the cool things about it.” 

“I guess,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her stomach. 

“I’m going to go shower,” you said. “Will you be OK here on your own until Maria gets back?” 

“Don’t think I’m going to get eaten by infected,” she replied. 

“You know where to find me if you do,” you said. 

She laughed once and you left her alone with her thoughts. 

*** 

“Can’t believe how long it’s been,” Tommy said, swirling whiskey in a glass. Joel nodded, taking a sip from his own cup and raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Right? The fuck were we drinkin’ in the QZ?” 

“Shit,” Joel smiled a little. 

“Got that right,” Tommy laughed once. 

There was a bar here. A real live bar, one that reminded him of country bars he went to back in Texas, not one that reminded him of the shitty speakeasy that everyone in the QZ made do with. 

“Seems like you’ve got it made here,” Joel said, looking around. “Didn’t do too bad.” 

“Don’t I know it,” Tommy leaned on the bar, looking at him. “So you and Doc, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Joel said, glancing at him before taking another sip. “Me ’n Doc.” 

“Good for you,” Tommy said. Joel wondered if he meant it. “Surprised you’d haul her all the way out here, though… With a kid, too?” 

“Wasn’t by choice,” Joel said roughly. “Kid’s a job. Some Firefly family or something, I’m bringing her out to them. Doc’s her teacher. Was her teacher. Didn’t want her goin’ with just me.” 

“And you’re, what,” Tommy asked. “Just doin’ this to be a nice guy? Favor to Doc?” 

“There’s payment,” Joel shrugged. Tommy laughed darkly. 

“Course there is.” 

Joel’s jaw tightened for a moment. 

“Know where the Fireflies around here are?” He asked. “Hit some snags getting out of Boston. All I knew was west. Figured I’d find you, go from there.” 

“There’s a base at the University of Eastern Colorado,” Tommy said. “Bout a week out but it’s a fucked week, Joel. You don’t want to be goin’ that way…” 

“You come along and it’ll be easy,” Joel shrugged. “Get you some target practice, like hell you can hit an infected from half a mile out…” 

“I can’t go, Joel.” 

Joel’s jaw tensed again and he took another drink. 

“Your wife got you under her thumb already?” He asked. Tommy just glared at him. “She’s the one who kept you from getting a message to me, isn’t she? Just a goodbye would have fuckin’ done it, somethin’ to let me know you hadn’t fuckin’ dropped dead, gotten picked up by raiders, somethin’…”

“You’re the one who wanted me out of the QZ to begin with. And there are rules that come with being here, Joel,” he sighed. “There have to be or here wouldn’t fuckin’ exist…” 

“Rules that keep out the wrong kind, right?” Joel snapped. “People like me?” He could feel it, the heat of anger but also shame. He knew he’d done terrible things. Things he was far from proud of. But he’d never try to keep Tommy out of a place like this. 

“Look,” Tommy sighed. “I don’t judge you for what you did…” 

“That’s fuckin’ good since you did those things too,” Joel snapped. 

“Not things,” Tommy said. “People. We killed people who didn’t deserve it, Joel…” 

“Fuckin’ rich comin’ from you,” Joel snapped. “Blowin’ up a fuckin’ building, almost takin’ her out with it…” 

“And I have to live with that for the rest of my life,” Tommy cut him off. 

“Do you know what we went through to find you?” Joel snapped, putting his glass down with too much force.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Tommy said quickly. Joel’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Maria’s a few months along… I’ve always wanted to be a dad. I think I’ll make a good one.” 

“We’ll see,” Joel said. 

“What, no ‘congratulations’?” Tommy asked bluntly. “No ‘I’m happy for you,’ nothing?” 

“I’ll be happy for you when you can prove that you’ll be there for your fuckin’ kid,” Joel snapped. 

“You think I wasn’t there for your kid?” Tommy asked. Joel stiffened. 

“Don’t,” he growled. 

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t help raise Sarah,” Tommy took another drink. “Don’t act like…” 

“Fuck you, Tommy,” Joel snapped. “We’ll get out of here first thing tomorrow.” 

He stalked out of the bar, the street filled with people, gathered around a Christmas tree. A fucking Christmas tree. Hadn’t seen shit like that in decades. 

The last Christmas he remembered as being fucking Christmas had been with you and Sarah. You’d flown down for it. They’d saved you some ornaments to hang on the tree so you got to decorate. Sarah had been obsessed with gel pens that year and you’d gotten her a set of pens and special paper that supposedly made them pop more. Joel had gotten her a new Walkman and some CDs. She’d been thrilled. 

She’d have loved it here… 

His chest got tight again, making it hard to breathe. He found something to help him stay standing, tried to be out of the way, make sure he wasn’t vulnerable to threats. Not that he needed to worry about threats in a place like this but the instinct was strong and he tried to remember what you did to help him through it and he felt like he was fucking dying… 

He couldn’t take you and Ellie south like this. He couldn’t do it. One moment like this at the wrong time and he’d get you killed, he’d get you all killed. 

He walked around town for a bit once he managed to calm back down, just looking at the place, trying to get his mind right. He couldn’t take you. He’d fail you and he’d fail her and you’d be the ones paying for it, paying for all the ways he found to fuck up and keep fucking up. 

He eventually made it to some gathering place in town, one where it seemed people were concentrating. He ducked in, looking for you. 

Joel found you quickly. You were wearing different clothes, your jeans fitting you almost disturbingly well for jeans that hadn’t been yours until this afternoon. Fuck you looked good, your hair loose, laughing with Tommy. Tommy, his fucking brother who’d been in your bed when Joel couldn’t get his shit together for it. You grabbed his shoulder, laughing so hard at something you were almost falling over with it, Tommy laughing too. His stomach knotted. He didn’t want to fucking look at this anymore. 

He found an empty store front not far away and paced. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t fucking do this. Couldn’t take you and Ellie out into the wild to get you killed, put you in a position where you had to stab another man, where Ellie had to shoot another man, where… 

“Been lookin’ for you,” Tommy’s voice snapped him out of his own head. He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. “I’m… I’m sorry. About before. I know… I know how you feel…” 

“I’m sorry, too,” Joel said, looking at him. Tommy nodded for a moment. 

Joel crossed his arms, looking past him to the Christmas lights outside. 

“This trip,” he said. “Down to the university. It a suicide mission?” 

“No,” Tommy frowned. “Everyone we’ve sent down’s come back.” 

Joel nodded slowly. 

“What is this?” Tommy asked. “Why do you need to get them down there? She’s on Doc like fuckin’ glue, forget her family, just stay here…” 

“She’s immune,” Joel looked at him. Tommy just stared at him. “Ellie. She’s immune. She got infected, didn’t get sick. She got bit before we even left Boston, saw her get bit a second time. It’s been months, Tommy. Months. She’s not turning…” 

“How the fuck did you end up with an immune kid?” He sank onto the chair beside him. 

“Fuckin’ Marlene,” Joel laughed once, darkly. “She hired me and Tess to get Doc and Ellie to some Fireflies in Boston but it went to shit, the whole thing went to shit. The Fireflies were all dead, Tess… Tess got bit. Doc was bound and fuckin’ determined to get her here, said she’d do it herself and I couldn’t… she’d have gotten them both killed, I had to go but…” 

Joel tried to swallow past the tightness in his throat. 

“Tommy… all I’ve done is fail them,” he could feel the tears coming and he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I was too slow and too deaf and too fuckin’ stupid in Kansas City. Ellie had to shoot some kid who was tryin’ to kill me there. Doc killed a man I let get to her there… all the years I spent tryin’ to protect her, to keep her from havin’ to do shit like that and I couldn’t even do that much anymore. 

“Then today, with the dog, I… I froze,” he was crying now, couldn’t make himself stop. “All I could think of was ways to get them both killed and so I just stood there thinking it was going to destroy her and I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m having panic attacks now, Tommy. She has to pull me back from ‘em but the whole time it feels like I’m dyin’ and I can’t do anything, there could be an infected right in front me, right there rippin’ them apart and I couldn’t do a damn thing for ‘em….” 

“Joel,” Tommy said softly. 

“I can’t get them killed, Tommy,” he was pleading with him, ready to beg if he had to. “I can’t live with that, you know I can’t survive that. I can’t lose them, I can’t, I can’t fail that way, not again. It’ll kill me, it’ll fuckin’ kill me…” 

“What are you asking me to do, Joel?” 

“I’m askin’ you to take ‘em,” he said. The second he said it, it was like a weight was lifted. “Please. You’re young, your healthy, you’ll make it back, you’ll bring them back, it has to be you…” 

“Joel,” he said again, starting to shake his head. 

“Think about what it means,” he said, voice thick and wet. “What Ellie means for your kid. What they could have if we can just get Ellie and Doc that far….” 

He sighed. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” Joel said. “Not even Maria, it’s too big a risk. Anyone sees the bites on her, knows what she is, they’ll kill her. Tommy, I’m begging you. I will never ask you for another thing, never. Just protect them, get them there…” 

“I’ll take them,” Tommy said, his eyes finally meeting Joel’s. “I’ll take them.” 

Joel walked slowly back to the house, looking up at the stars. Stars that Ellie wanted to visit. He laughed at that. It was a big dream for a kid before. Now? But it suited her. Impossible girl with impossible immunity wanting to do impossible things.

The house was quiet when he got there, a light on upstairs. He frowned and followed it. He thought the two of you would still be with the rest of the town… 

Ellie was there, sitting in the window box, reading a diary. Sarah’d had one like that once. She locked it religiously. Joel always had to fight the temptation to read it but he never did. 

“So this is what life was like before?” She asked, not looking up from the pages. “Worrying about stupid shit like clothes and boys?” 

He shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“Look…” 

“You know,” she closed the diary and looked at him. “I thought you might ditch me. I didn’t think you’d try to ditch her…” 

Joel frowned. 

“What’d you hear?” 

“Heard you begging to not be the one to go with us,” she stuck her chin out, defiant. “Didn’t think we were quite that shitty to be around…” 

“It’s for your own good,” Joel said. 

“Bullshit,” she snapped. 

“No,” Joel snapped back. “No, it ain’t. Tommy is younger than me, he knows the region…” 

“So you just don’t give a shit about me,” she said.

“Of course I do,” the weight was coming back to Joel’s chest. This isn’t what he wanted, either. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t care… 

“I’m not Sarah,” she said. 

He froze, staring at her as she stepped closer to him. 

“Who…” 

“Maria told me,” she said. “And I’m really sorry about your daughter, losing someone… It’s hard, I understand…” 

“You don’t understand a goddamn thing,” he snapped, his hands clenching into fists, digging his nails into his palm. The anger - at himself for putting her in this position to begin with, at her for even dreaming that she understood what this would be like - built in him. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about…” 

“I’ve lost fucking everyone!” She yelled. “Everyone! Everyone who ever was there for me because they chose it, because they loved me? They’re all fucking gone! Everybody fucking except for you!” 

She threw her small body against his chest and he absorbed the blow. He almost wished it hurt. Physical pain would be good, right now. 

“Don’t act like someone I don’t know is going to be better because they’re not!” She looked so hurt, so scared it made his heart ache. “I’d just be scared the whole fucking time because they’re not you! You got us this far, Joel! Don’t…” 

“You’re right,” he cut her off. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And Tommy is takin’ you in the morning.” 

He turned to leave before she made him wish he was going with you both even more, wanting some distance, wanting… something. He wasn’t sure what. 

What he got was you, standing in the hall, staring at him. 

“I can’t believe you,” you breathed. “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

***

You’d been so absorbed in talking with Tommy and Maria at the back of the community hall that you hadn’t noticed Ellie get up and leave, Tommy leaving for a while himself to look for Joel. You didn’t notice she was gone until the end of the movie, when you went to find her to go back to the house. 

“She said she was going home,” the kid sitting next to her shrugged. 

You must have looked as worried as you felt because Maria put a kind hand on your shoulder. 

“She’s perfectly safe here,” she assured you. “I’m sure she’s fine.” 

“Right,” you nodded. “You’re right. I’m just not used to being away from her is all. It’s weird.” 

“I’m sure it is,” Maria said. “You’ve been through a lot out there…” 

“It’s not that bad outside,” Tommy said, his hands in his pockets. You frowned at him. “I mean, for a little while…” 

“Sure,” Maria laughed. “That’s why we live here, because out there is just fine…” 

The walk back was pleasant, the three of you casually strolling. You liked Maria, you learned. She warmed up to you quite a bit after your first conversation, apparently now convinced that you weren’t there to take her husband away. 

She was clearly very smart, excited about becoming a mom. She told you she’d been a district attorney before and you laughed. 

“Those Miller men,” you shook your head. “They aim high.” 

“Do they ever,” she laughed back. 

Tommy was absolutely crazy about her. The two of you found a few minutes to catch up without anyone else there, Tommy perched on the fence around the horse paddock. You climbed up beside him. 

You caught up on life a little bit. You told him you knew about the bomb in the QZ. He winced at that. 

“Yeah, that’s one of those things I regret most,” he shook his head. “At the time, I justified it. Thought some death was worth the cost in a war. I should have figured it out at the time that the answer to FEDRA’s shit wasn’t killing random people. I wish I’d never done it. But I can’t change it, you know? I just have to try to live with it.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“Sorry I damn near got you killed,” he elbowed you playfully. 

“Gee thanks,” you laughed, watching as a horse trotted around the pen. 

“Hey, um,” he looked at you. “I hope this ain’t weird but… I wanted to tell you that I get it now.” 

“Get what?” You frowned. 

“What you said about Joel before,” he said. “How you didn’t think you could ever love anyone else? Didn’t make a damn bit of sense to me then. I get it now. I don’t think I could love someone else if I tried for fuckin’ years, not like I love her and…” 

“Good,” you smiled at him when he faded off. “That’s how it’s supposed to work. I’m happy for you.” 

“I’m happy for you, too,” he smiled back. “You two were always great together. Now we just have to keep him from being a fucking dumbass again…” 

You laughed a little at that. 

It was nice to be somewhere that felt like you could have friends again. 

“Oh, here’s one!” You said as the three of you got close to your houses. “Tommy loved Pretty Pretty Princess…” 

“I did not,” He cut you off. “Absolutely not…” 

“So when Sarah was 10 she was still in her princess phase for a chunk of that year,” you said. “And Uncle Tommy here was the best opponent in Pretty Pretty Princess…” 

“Nope,” he tried to talk over you but you ignored him. 

“He’d wear the crown…” He tried to cover your mouth but you dodged it. “And the clip on earrings…” 

“So what I’m hearing you say is keep an eye out for Pretty Pretty Princess,” Maria smiled. 

“Yes,” you smiled. “Exactly.” 

You heard raised voices from the second story of the house where you were staying. You frowned. 

“Should probably go check on that,” Tommy said, eyebrows drawn together. 

You frowned. 

“What do you know?” You asked. Maria frowned, too. 

“Better for you to talk to Joel,” he said. “Maria…” 

She gave you a look before following her husband inside. 

You went inside your house, heading upstairs, Joel and Ellie clearly mad about something. You couldn’t make out what they were saying until you were on the second floor. 

“Don’t act like someone I don’t know is going to be better because they’re not!” Ellie yelled. “I’d just be scared the whole fucking time because they’re not you! You got us this far, Joel! Don’t…” 

“You’re right,” he cut her off. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And Tommy is takin’ you in the morning.” 

He was leaving you. 

He promised he’d never leave and he was leaving you. 

There was a knot in your throat when he opened the door to Ellie’s room. He froze when he saw you there.

“I can’t believe you,” you breathed. “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

You took off down the stairs before he had a chance to argue. 

“Baby,” he called after you. You ignored him, beelining for the back door of the house. He caught up with you quickly. “Just… wait…” 

“Why?” You snapped. “So you can tell me how you’re going to leave me again? Just like you promised you’d never do…” 

“Not leavin’ you,” he shook his head, his eyes wide and pleading. “Baby, never leaving you…” 

“Really?” You said. “Because it sure sounds like you are!” 

“Stay with me,” he said. You laughed once. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you shook your head. 

“Baby…” 

“You’re serious,” you walked to the edge of the yard and put your hands on your hips, staring up at the sky for a moment. before you stalked back. “I’m not leaving that girl, Joel. I’m not.” 

“What if the Fireflies decide they’re not lettin’ you go?” He asked. “What then?” 

“What if they decide that with Ellie and I’m not there?” You snapped. “What if they don’t do their jobs right and put her at risk? What then?” 

“I don’t…” 

“I’m going with her,” you said. “Do not try to talk me out of it, Joel, or I swear to God…” 

“Are you goin’ because Tommy’s takin’ you?” He demanded. 

“What?” You gaped at him. “What the fuck does that mean?” 

“Means you were with him,” he said. “Fucked him…” 

“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped, getting in his face. “You don’t get to use what I was doing eight years ago to deal with the fact that you hated me against me, especially not when you spent that whole time with someone else…” 

“Sure seemed to be havin’ fun with ‘em today,” his voice was getting heated. 

“Yeah,” you shook your head. “Because he’s my fucking friend, Joel. Maybe you should find one you’re not sleeping with or related to, find out what it’s like. Do that while you’re leaving me fucking again…” 

“I’m not leaving you,” he grabbed you, almost roughly, one hand on your arm, the other at the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulled you against his body, holding you tightly to him. “I’ll be here, waitin’ for you to come back. I’ll just get you killed out there, Baby, I’ll just get you hurt or killed and…” 

“Call it whatever you want, Joel,” you snapped, going back towards the house. “I’m going.” 

You took the stairs faster than you should have, your toes almost catching on two steps. You knocked once on Ellie’s door. 

“Fuck off, Joel,” she sniffed. 

“It’s me.” 

She didn’t say anything so you just let yourself in. She was curled up in a small ball on the bed, the room dark. 

“You here to ditch me, too?” She sniffed. 

“No,” you said, pulling off your jacket and stepping out of your boots. “Scoot over.” 

She obliged and you crawled into bed beside her, curling your body around hers. She snuggled back into you. 

“I can’t believe he just doesn’t give a shit,” she sniffed. “I really thought…” 

“He cares,” you said, holding her close. “He’s just… bad at showing it sometimes.” 

She sniffed and nodded. You stroked her hair gently and you were about to fall asleep when she spoke again. 

“Your friend from college,” she said quietly. “The one with the daughter who you took to the Space Center and to ride rollercoasters… That was Joel, wasn’t it.” 

“Yeah,” you said softly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She shifted to look over her shoulder at you. 

“Because she wasn’t mine to share with you,” you said quietly. “But I wanted to.” 

She was quiet again for a bit. 

“You’re not leaving me?” She asked, voice groggy. 

“Never,” you said. 

“Not just because you have to?” She asked. 

“Never had to,” you kissed the crown of her head. “Just love you.” 

She pressed back into you more and fell asleep, her small body warm on yours. 

You didn’t get much sleep yourself, too busy worrying about Joel. He wasn’t going to do well while you and Ellie were gone, you could feel it. And with Tommy gone, too, he’d have no one. In a new place, trying to fall into a new way of life. It was going to be a disaster. 

You got up before Ellie, making sure your bag was good to go. You set aside most of the medications, leaving them behind for the town, taking only your birth control, a small supply of antibiotics plus the euth kits, just in case. You got Ellie’s bag as packed as you could before you woke her. Her eyes were still wet. 

“Come on, Gremlin,” you said, brushing her hair back. “We’ll be OK.” 

You peered into the master bedroom on your way downstairs to meet Tommy but it was empty, bed not slept in.

Tommy knocked softly on the front door and you opened it wordlessly, the three of you making your way in silence to the stables. You were trying to remember a pun you didn’t think Ellie had said yet when you almost walked into Joel as he paced. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” Ellie glared defiantly up at him. 

“I came to say goodbye,” he said, looking between the two of you. 

“Bye,” Ellie snapped, ducking around him. 

“Wait,” he said. She obeyed, turning to face him. He looked between you, Ellie and Tommy for a moment. “I… I still think Tommy is the safest option but… If you both want me to take you…” 

“Doesn’t matter if he’s safer,” Ellie said. “Right Doc?” 

“She’s right,” you smiled a little. “It doesn’t. Sorry, Tommy.” 

“’S alright,” he smiled a little, too. 

“There are some ground rules,” Joel said. 

“Of course there are,” Ellie rolled her eyes and looked at you, almost saying ‘can you believe this guy?’ 

“Somethin’ happens, I freeze or…” he trailed off. “You leave me and get the fuck out, understand?” 

“Joel,” you frowned. “We’re not…” 

“That’s the deal,” he said. “I’m gettin’ you two back alive. That’s the only way we’re doin’ this. That’s the rule. If I’m going to hold you back or get you hurt, you leave me. Understood?” 

“Whatever you say old man,” Ellie handed him her backpack. “Let’s go, we’ve got ground to cover.” 

Joel turned to you, his face soft and open. 

“Baby…” he said. “I’m so sorry…” 

“It’s OK,” you reached up and cupped his cheek, scratching through his graying beard gently. “I get it, it’s OK.” 

He kissed the inside of your wrist. 

Ellie wanted to start the ride with Joel and you didn’t blame her, Tommy joining the three of you on the first part of the trip out of town. 

“Just go southeast,” Tommy said. “You’ll hit 25. It’s right off the interstate, can’t miss it.” 

Joel just nodded. You smiled at him. 

“It was good to see you again, Tommy,” you said. 

“You too,” he smiled back. “Take care of yourselves, OK? There’s a house waitin’ here for you when you’re back. If you want it.” 

Joel looked over at you and smiled a little. 

“We’re countin’ on it.” 

A/N: And they're on the road! I think we all know what's on the way next...

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Shine On (12/16)

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Chapter 12: Flesh and Blood

Farrs Corner, Virginia February 23, 2015 8:35 am

Mulder comes back inside shivering violently, his hair flattened like a dog who’s been out in the rain. Scully wraps him in the same quilt she slept under on the couch and pushes a mug of coffee into his hands.

“Where have you been?” she demands, sitting down across from him at the tiny kitchen table. “You don’t even have a coat.”

Mulder still seems to be trying to stop shivering, leaning against the table on his forearms, staring at the coffee cup. Jackson can tell there is something important inside of him, something that needs to get out.

“I was looking for someone,” he says in a tremulous voice, hesitating. “Sort of.”

“Who?” Scully draws back, her eyes shrewd. “Someone outside?”

“Scully,” he says painfully. “Scully, I need to tell you something, and I’m not sure this will be easy.”

“You spoke to Rose,” Jackson interjects, unable to contain himself. “Didn’t you?”

He moves to sit down directly at Mulder’s left elbow. He finds that he wants the man to look at him, to reassure him that he understands why Jackson had to keep secrets. Mulder’s eyes lock on his. “Do you understand who she really is, Jackson?”

“Who?” Scully says sharply. “Rose? Who are you talking about?”

“I can’t shine her,” Jackson replies to Mulder. “But yeah, I do think I know who she is.”

Scully’s frustration is rapidly rising. “Someone you know, Jackson? The person who brought you here? Who are we talking about?”

There’s a rap on the door, loud and urgent, that keeps Jackson from answering her question. All three of them startle.

“Is that her?” Jackson asks Mulder in a small voice.

But he already knows that it isn’t. Mulder’s doing that thing he now associates with his biological father—face completely frozen, mind moving at dizzying speed, trying to calculate and rearrange puzzle pieces rapidly. Scully’s eyes dart anxiously from Jackson’s to Mulder’s, and the three of them sit at the table, paralyzed for a moment.

“I’m going to get up and try to see out the window,” Mulder whispers slowly. “Jackson, do you sense…?”

“No. There’s nothing to sense. Nothing to shine.”

Scully bites her lip hard in response to that. “You still have the stiletto, Mulder?”

He nods and then gives them each a reluctant glance. “I don’t suppose I could convince the two of you to go upstairs and lie low,” he says.

Jackson is surprised when Scully reaches across the table and clasps each of their hands in hers. “No,” she says firmly. “No sending people away. Let’s stay together to do this.”

Just like in The Incredibles, thinks Jackson childishly, pushing down a stab of fear. He watches Mulder nod again before crossing the room to look out the window. Except Scully isn’t Elasti-Girl and Mulder doesn’t have super strength, and Jackson’s own super powers are pretty overrated.

Scully gestures to the center of the room, motioning for him to stay low, and Jackson ducks down, again getting random images of bullets flying in her mind. Her mind also moves very fast, but its movement is different from Mulder’s. She leaps step by step, like hopping from rock to rock across a creek, or swiftly snapping together a model, or constructing a tower lightning quick, whereas Mulder’s goes everywhere at once. Jackson decides her brain’s patterns feel more familiar to him. More similar to his own, or at least how he tries to be.

It’s going to be okay, Jackson tries to reassure himself. These two aren’t superheroes, but they’re smart and brave. And they used to do this kind of thing all the time. They’ll protect me.

Scully has picked up Mulder’s other gun and is crouched near the desk, just a few feet from Jackson, her hands on the gun and her eyes on Mulder.

“Two men on the porch,” Mulder whispers, leaning carefully to see out the front window. “One of them…”

Jackson pushes the words out for Mulder in the same way he did for Rose, concentrating in his mind. You know you don’t need to say things out loud for me to hear.

Mulder’s eyes meet his across the room. A look of understanding. He presses his eyes shut.

Tell Scully they look armed. One of them is a Kurt Crawford. But he looks older than when we knew him.

“They’re armed,” Jackson whispers across the floor to Scully. “Mulder says one of them is a Kurt Crawford, but he looks older?”

He feels something like a cool blast of surprise from her, but she nods to show she’s heard.

“What do you want?” Mulder calls loudly through the door. “Why are you here?”

There’s a knock on the door again, then a pause. “We have no issue with you, Agent Mulder.” The voice through the door is low and unemotional. “Let us inside.”

“Come on now,” Mulder calls back with false jocularity. “You must know I’m not going to do that.”

“We know you have the boy.” There is a pause. Mulder doesn’t flinch in the slightest. “You can’t hide from us indefinitely. We’ll get to him eventually.”

Jackson wraps his arms around himself and hugs himself tightly, trying to hold back a jolt of terror. Mulder’s eyes pop over towards him abruptly. He must have felt Jackson’s fear.

“Why are you doing this?” Mulder asks, still staring at Jackson, and this time his voice sounds more on edge. “Why can’t you leave the boy alone?”

“Let us in, and we can discuss it.”

“Don’t,” hisses Jackson. “Don’t believe him.”

Mulder presses a finger to his lips in warning. Jackson, I would never in a thousand years. You’re okay.

“You, out there,” Mulder calls through the door. “The one who looks like a man we used to call Kurt Crawford. I met a group of hybrids like you years ago. I don’t know if you’re personally one of the men I met or not. They told me they were trying to stop what the Syndicate was doing.”

“We were,” comes the fast response. “That’s right.”

In hazy confusion Jackson sees images from this scene—Mulder and a group of identical blond men in a laboratory, looking at vials, having stiff and formal discussions—but these visuals are sketchy and incomplete. Peering across the room, he realizes why: this imagery is coming from Scully. It’s her impressions of what happened, not a true memory. She must not have actually been there, but she can imagine it. Her face is impassive, stony, but he knows she is afraid, too.

“Back then, you said you were subverting the project to protect your birth mothers,” Mulder continues. “To stop them from suffering.” Now Mulder’s eyes fall on Scully and remain on her as he talks. “So you understand what it is to want to protect your flesh and blood, don’t you? We want to protect the boy in the same way. Can’t you respect that?”

There is another pause. Some murmuring on the porch. Jackson instinctively strains to shine the two men, even knowing rationally it’s impossible.

“We understand your position,” the man’s voice replies. “But we wish you’d rethink it. We have no plans to harm you and Agent Scully. We would prefer not to.”

“Why?” Scully’s voice cuts through the living room now, crisp and angry. “You didn’t seem to mind killing the boy’s parents. You seem to intend to harm him, a child who has done nothing to you. Why turn squeamish with us?”

“You were once our allies in working against the group you call the Syndicate,” the man’s voice replies instantly. “And you and Agent Mulder are also our flesh and blood—or at least some members of our organization feel that way.”

Scully frowns in confusion, and Mulder laughs bitterly. “Then the boy is your flesh and blood, too,” he calls back, his tone sardonic. “You should want to protect him. Maybe you didn’t hear the big news back in 2000. He’s our biological son.”

“He’s more than that,” the man’s voice calls. “He’s a Syndicate project left unresolved.”

Abruptly Mulder slams his hand against the wall, rattling some framed artwork and the panes of the windows, making Jackson jump. “You’re a Syndicate project left unresolved, too,” he shouts back. “For that matter, so am I, and so is Scully. Who are you to decide which projects need to be pruned?”

“He’s dangerous. A potential liability. We regret the need to do it,” the voice calls back, stoic and unruffled.

Jackson feels sick with despair. This isn’t the plot of a movie. These men are ready to murder him, just like they murdered his parents, and for reasons no one can control. There is nothing Mulder can say to convince them.

“Let me make a deal with you,” Mulder says, his voice calming and smoothing out again, his eyes locking back on Scully. “We’re about to be back on the X-files again. We might have … resources or access that could help you or your organization. We could give you that in exchange for leaving Jackson alone. Whatever you need.”

Scully’s face turns pale, and her thoughts leapfrog around anxiously. Dangerous offer. Corrupt. Unethical. Illegal. To Mulder, she nods, her eyes hopeful.

They will do literally anything, Jackson realizes at once. Nothing is off the table. That should be a comforting thought, but it��s somehow scary, too, like they are also out of control.

“Unfortunately you don’t have anything we need,” the voice says in reply. “There is no information you have or could access that we do not already have. We have always known more than you, even back in those days when you were trying to cure your partner’s cancer, Agent Mulder.”

With a boom, the door frame slams with impact, like it is being kicked by someone very, very strong. By someone with super strength, Jackson thinks.

“Scully,” Mulder calls in panic, eyes on the straining door. “You have to get him out of here.”

Bam. The door is kicked again, and the whole side of the house shakes ominously. But the door hasn't broken yet.

“Jackson.” Scully is at his side instantly, grabbing his arm, her fear roaring inside of her like an injured animal. She drags him towards the stairs with one hand, her weapon extended in the other and he scrambles to get his feet underneath him.

“Go, Scully,” barks Mulder. “I’ll cover you.”

Jackson feels Scully pulling him at the same time he picks up scraps of her jittery thoughts and feelings. Won’t be able to cover us. Guns don’t work. He’ll die if he shoots.

With a sickening crash and tinkle of glass, the door explodes open, falling onto the floor of Mulder’s living room. Scully slows for a half second to take it in, and for the first time Jackson can actually see the two men standing in the door frame: an older version of the blond man Scully pictured before, and a younger dark-skinned man in a blue puffer coat. Both hold weapons extended in front of them.

“Stop,” Mulder demands, holding his gun on them. “Stop where you are.”

“It will just make you sick to shoot us,” the older blond man says calmly. “Possibly kill you.” He takes a step towards Jackson, and Scully starts up the stairs.

“Out of the way, Agent Scully,” he instructs loudly, aiming his gun directly at Jackson.

Scully slides her own small frame in front of Jackson. “No,” she says in a low, simple voice.

“I can shoot him through your body,” the man says with a sigh. “I would rather not.”

Mulder quickly steps between the barrel of the gun and Scully, his hands up, gun to the ceiling. “Come on,” he pleads. “Don’t do this. Let’s talk. There’s got to be something we can bargain for.”

The man purses his lips, his shoulders rising and falling. He exchanges a fast glance with the younger man next to him, who nods grimly. And Jackson sees what’s about to happen, even without being able to use his shine.

Mulder and Scully are both so brave, and they will never, ever give up on trying to protect him.

And this man is about to give up on trying not to hurt them. He’ll shoot both of them. Just like he did Jackson’s parents back in Wyoming.

Then he’s going to shoot Jackson anyway.

All that death for no reason.

Jackson knows he can’t keep standing behind Scully, using her as a shield. He’s not a little kid. He’s not William, not that baby she tried to protect all those years ago. He’s Jackson now, and he has to find some way to defend himself.

He tries to clear his head, watching the man’s gun extend. Maybe he can move something in the room to hurt the men, using telekinesis like he could when he was little. He hasn’t been as good at that lately, but he could try. He looks around desperately.

Lightning-fast, he scrambles out from behind Scully, hopping off the stairs onto the floor below. He swings his body around to concentrate all his effort on the coffee pot in the kitchen. It successfully flies through the air, past him, aimed squarely at the man extending the gun.

It doesn’t make it there.

A shot rings out, and the coffee pot instantly drops to the floor, several feet short of hitting the gunman. Did the shot hit the coffee pot? It doesn’t look shattered, only broken in a few pieces.

Jackson looks behind him to try to see what the bullet hit. But there’s no sign of a bullet hitting anywhere, only the kitchen looking just as it did before.

Suddenly he feels something strange, something warm and wet spreading over the front of Mulder’s old shirt.

He looks down to see the bright red of blood at the same time he hears Scully’s screams in his ear.

The next few seconds pass strangely.

Disconnected, but also in a kind of slow motion, like he is underwater.

He staggers to the side, watching in bewilderment as the man with the gun looks at them regretfully and walks out the door, his companion behind him. Mulder and Scully don’t pay attention to them at all.

Then, somehow, the next thing Jackson knows, Mulder’s holding him, lowering him to the ground in front of the couch, his gravelly voice shaky and desperate. “Easy, easy, you’re going to be fine.”

There is fear, fear, dread, guilt firing at him from everywhere. It turns out that’s much worse than bullets, he thinks. None of this is anything like in GTA. He wants to tell this to Mulder and Scully, but when he opens his mouth, it seems to be full of blood. It bubbles from his lips.

In the next moment, Scully is ripping apart his bloodied shirt, her eyes unnaturally bright and wild. Her hands are pressing down on his torso. Her mouth is crying out something that Jackson can no longer hear.

After that, he can no longer focus on one thing at a time. It’s all happening at once. Like Mulder’s brain come to life.

In and out. Slices of heat and cold, light and dark, cacophony and silence.

Mulder’s wearing that old shirt of his, holding a tiny baby in a blanket, leaning over to kiss Scully. Who knew he could be so happy? They're both so happy.

Darkness creeping around the edges more and more. Mulder and Scully’s sobs and cries, audio fading in and fading out. He thinks he sees the two of them clinging to one another, and he thinks: I’d have liked to learn to love them.

But the last thing he feels isn’t love. It’s grief. So, so much grief. Their grief is like a weight. And it pushes him down, down, down.

***

[simlit]

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HIGH PRIESTESS: Solana tells me the curse has been broken. How are you… feeling? KYRIE: I’m fine. What is this about? HIGH PRIESTESS: I told you afterwards we would find some way to proceed and I have done so. This is Elion Maharis. Formerly a member of the Elune Order. As of today, he’s been assigned to your personal guard. KYRIE: You’re hiring an assassin as my bodyguard? The irony is incredible. HIGH PRIESTESS: I hardly think anyone more suitable to protect you than someone with his skillset. KYRIE: I asked you not to do this. HIGH PRIESTESS: You asked for my trust. And then broke it. Again. That’s beside the point now. We must do this, for your safety. Please, Kyrie. Don’t fight me on this. KYRIE: Why do you keep saying “please”? You’ve never asked for my permission before. Why are you acting so strange? HIGH PRIESTESS: I— KYRIE: You know something, don’t you? This is about Al. Is she— HIGH PRIESTESS: Calm down. Alphanei is alive— KYRIE: Alive? How do you know? Have they found her? Where is she? HIGH PRIESTESS: Not here. I received a letter— KYRIE: A letter? From her? Can’t I read it— HIGH PRIESTESS: No! No. You need to focus on your duties, and improving your health. KYRIE: But why— HIGH PRIESTESS: Enough! You may go. Elion. ELION: Yes, My Lady. KYRIE: What an unfortunate change of pace for you. From special operations to babysitter. ELION: I’m more than happy with my position, Your Grace. Given you cooperate, the two of us could get on famously. KYRIE: I suppose that depends entirely on you. I don’t need Elora’s trained dog biting at my heels. ELION: I wouldn’t worry about that. Though, at the end of the day, it’s not really your choice, is it? You moon brats are a special breed of vulnerable. Though, you do have your... talents, don’t you, Your Grace? And even that has its drawbacks. I wonder, what will your darling mother think when she finds out you’ve been toying with the head cleric’s thoughts? KYRIE: How do you know about that? ELION: You’re my charge. It’s my job to know everything about you now. I could… intervene in that problem, if you’d like? Make it “go away”, so to speak. KYRIE: I’m not interested in violent solutions. ELION: Violence? Now, now. I’m a very diplomatic person. Don’t be quick to judge, my lord. KYRIE: And… what would you want in exchange for that service? ELION: I told you. Simply your cooperation. I’d appreciate you not making my job any harder than it need be. We’ll be spending a lot of time together from here on out. It’s best we build some trust, no? KYRIE: I suppose we should. ELION: Excellent. Then, by all means, lead the way, Your Grace. Consider me but a shadow. KYRIE: I doubt I’ll get used to that. ELION: Everything in due time, Dear Moon.

[princelylove]

i am slowly getting more and more annoyed with mr zeppeli himself i ate my fingers as i read your response to my ask AJAJHSUSH. thank you so much your highness i am burning my whole house rn.

actually, which yanderes do you think would be the most ANNOYING. like, not violent or anything but just plain annoying. the kind of people that make you wanna tear your hair out or commit a slow and painful murder.

(inspired heavily by narancia because i have a feeling he would be the most annoying little shit to deal with)

-🌸 anon

What an adorable thing you are. Don’t bite too hard, it’ll hinder your ability to compliment me. 

Oh, God. Most annoying to me, personally? Not in any order in particular, I feel as if this one would change depending on my mood:

Bruno hovers too much, and he tends to both infantilize and put a lot of responsibility on his darling. He expects his darling to parent Narancia but won’t let them handle a knife by themself. I’m doing a character study on him right now, so that’s all I’ll say, but just know that he is God’s punishment for whatever you did in a past life to deserve him.

Narancia is annoying- he’s a young guy who never got taught how to deep clean, spends his free time on his pull up bar, expects you to cook for him since he’s literally never been tasked with it, whines when you try to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of your six hours minimum long cuddling session, doesn’t know how to properly take care of an entire human being so just throws junk food at you and hopes you don’t starve, the list goes on. He loves you, he really does, he just doesn’t know what he’s doing. For someone as prissy as myself, I would die the first day. He doesn’t understand why I put those rollers in my hair- he just watched me straighten it, doesn’t that cancel out??? That’s stupid, oh, and another thing, what’s the point of owning five different versions of the same color of nail polish? It’s all red! Just have one, that isn’t crazy expensive! On top of Narancia being the worst roommate ever- he’s very irritable, and doesn’t really have a problem pulling a knife on you to get what he wants. He’s not as quick to snap as people think, but that doesn’t mean he won’t. Show signs of liking something more than him and he’ll maul it. 

It’s hard to set Cioccolata and Secco away from each other, they’re basically inseparable, but Cioccolata is capable of using logic, and Secco is not. If you’re on the ground in pain, obviously you’re going to have a hard time answering the little puppy’s questions. Secco doesn’t understand why you won’t play with him- he’s shoving his toy right in front of you, are you blind?? Play! With! Him! Throw it, play tug of war, SOMETHING, COME ON. There’s an interesting dynamic depending on who exactly you’re intended for- Cioccolata, Secco, or both. Let’s just talk about Secco alone, since Cioccolata isn’t annoying, he’s just a bit too affectionate sometimes. Secco’s forgetful, rude, jumps to conclusions, and you don’t even know what he looks like since he’s always wearing that bitch suit-esque thing. He nudges you to throw his toy- he probably thinks of you as human rather than another dog, and doesn’t understand why you aren’t behaving like Cioccolata does. If you were Cioccolata’s darling alone, or a shared darling, he’d probably think of you as another dog. But he was here first, so he’s got dibs on the good dog bed, AND cioccolata’s lap. As if you’d want that. Secco begs and begs and begs for you to give him as much attention as you possibly can- and somehow, you’re never doing it right. It’s like talking to a child who has surpassed the ‘Why?’ stage and has moved on to greater conquests- annoying you so badly that you ask Cioccolata if it’s fine to have a sip of his ‘not for dogs’ drink. Or two. Or three. Or the entire bottle. 

Rohan doesn’t ever shut the fuck up. He quite literally always has something to say, despite wanting to “observe.” He read an article this morning, let’s go visit the place it mentioned even though it’s a three hour train ride and supposed to rain for the rest of the week. He always wants to go explore- even when he promised that you could both stay home today and do something you want to do. It doesn’t make sense to Rohan- why wouldn’t you want to go see what the world has to offer? Probably because this is the fourth temple he’s wanted to visit this week and you don’t feel like going up two hundred stairs. (If his darling cannot walk, he makes sure it’s accessible beforehand. You’re not getting out of coming with him.) Rohan’s big on healthy living, and he feels a sense of superiority for eating right, and working out very consistently. He wants his darling to be perfectly well as well- how can he push you to your limits if you’re not at your best? You’d probably sleep better if he stopped talking for three hours past his initial ‘goodnight.’ 

Hazamada… is… he’s certainly a character! The literal only reason why he isn’t forcing himself upon his darling is because he’s too much of a coward- and that’s not my interpretation, that’s canon. His hobbies include bullying kittens and small animals, not showering, collecting manga, stalking idols, and tennis! Isn’t that nice, he does sports, he’s only a basement dweller half of the time. It isn’t even somewhat attractive when he tries to get it on with his darling, he’s like a dog humping your leg. He’s the type to call you a stupid bitch because you politely suggested he should wear deodorant before he hits on you. He’s canonically an exhibitionist- imagine sitting in class and looking over to check the clock and he’s just staring back at you while adjusting his pants. I’d switch schools. 

[lycoperdales]

I think I’ve realised why a lot of the fandom don’t really like or understand Scott.

It took rewatching the show so many times for me to see that the show doesn’t really like to focus on what motivate Scott’s decisions as they do for others.

You are aware of Stiles insecurities in season 5a because you see him waking up from nightmares, you hear him talk about how the nogitsune made him feel inherently evil and guilty. You also know that during the late stages of his mother’s dementia, she blamed him for her condition. This makes him scared to tell the truth about Donovan’s death.

You understand Theo’s fear in season 6 because you saw him go through a hell loop in which he was repeatedly killed brutally and violently for a crime he was manipulated into doing (because yes, it was revealed that he was manipulated). You also feel bad for him because of his homelessness and loneliness.

But Scott’s anger towards Derek for biting teenagers was hardly explained at all.

Scott wanting to constantly save people that he doesn’t even know is only implied for a few seconds.

In season 4, Scott, by Kira’s sword, experienced a scenario in which no matter what he did, he ended up killing Liam. What was that? I didn’t even understand it until a parallel experience (Theo’s) was created that I was like “Ah. Scott created his own personal circle of hell to punish himself for doing something that he didn’t even do.”

This was such a monumental aspect to add depth to his character but it was just never mentioned again.

And my guess as to why this is his biggest fear?

Because a year ago he was transformed into an angry thing with claws, fangs and a taste for blood. He was controlled to want to kill the people he loved and almost did it. Then after he learned control, he was constantly told that it was now in his nature to kill and him NOT WANTING PEOPLE DEAD was regarded as naive.

And not even a season later after this hellscape, his biggest fear is realised. He is forcibly stripped from his control, again.

While I’m here I want to address the statement I made earlier about what motivates him to save people at his own expense.

Do you remember after the pack read the book about dread doctors and they started unlocking memories? At first I’ll admit I thought Scott’s was so stupid, “The rest of the pack remembered such gruesome things and Scott is just remembering his dog die?? What the hell??”

But then I read an explanation online on what the memory was. Apparently his dog died saving his life.

Now I know why Scott works at the clinic, now I know why he is studying so hard to be a vet, now I know why he constantly pushed himself to stop others from getting hurt (crossing the mountain ash barrier, trying to fight the dread doctors even though he could barely breathe).

All of these decisions had such a pure motive that I had to find out by literally searching “Scott memory explanation season 5 teen wolf”

[aemiron-main]

I’m Not A (Violent) Dog, I Don’t Know Why I Bite: Henry Creel Vs Cujo

So, all of the references to dogs and rabies in Stranger Things got me thinking about the ST narrative (specifically Henward’s narrative) versus Cujo.

(Also, everything in this post as of right now applies to both Henry and Edward Creel (especially with how TFS “Henry” seems to not be Henry), but I’m just saying Henry for simplicity’s sake since that’s how they refer to him in TFS.)

So, we all know that on the very very surface level of things, Henry Creel is presented as evil and violent- just like Cujo.

But the reality for Cujo is that he was scared -a scared dog who contracted rabies and had no control over his actions.

And Henry, ESPECIALLY in TFS is the exact same way. A scared boy who contracted the shadow and can’t control his actions. Not an evil boy. Not a violent boy. A scared boy.

And while Cujo works as a fantastic way of explaining Henry’s story, I also think that the Henry-Cujo parallels are 100% intentional. Let’s go through some of them.

So, in TFS, it’s revealed that Henry was in a cave in Nevada when he contracted the shadow/when he changed- just like Cujo, who contracted rabies and changed when he was bitten by a bat in a cave:

And also, Cujo was chasing a rabbit into a cave, which has me staring at a.) all of Henry’s rabbit imagery, and b.) the fact that in TFS, Brenner mentions a pet Creel rabbit that Henry supposedly killed- but we don’t ever see this rabbit or get any other crumbs about it when the Creels are in Hawkins, which to me, implies that the rabbit died in Nevada.

Which makes me wonder if the family pet rabbit got loose, and Henry chased it into the cave, and ended up killing it after being flayed because it was afraid of him (and like I talked about in this post, fear seems to be what triggers the shadow into killing people/animals such as Prancer).

Also, in TFS, when Henry’s seizing, he begins to foam at the mouth- much like a rabid dog/like Cujo. And in ST, Henry talks about how his parents had hoped to cure him by moving to Hawkins, but it didn’t work- much like how there’s no cure for rabies.

And also in TFS, Henry has a line where he says “the monster doesn’t lie,” versus the line in the Cujo book that says “the monster never dies”

Also, when Cujo gets bitten, his only thought is hoping that his owners won’t scold him/call him a bad dog for getting bitten- which makes me think of Henry and how often Virginia scolds him throughout TFS (even for non-shadow related things, which implies that her scolding Henry predates the shadow/cave incident), and makes me wonder what Henry was thinking when he contracted the shadow. If he was just hoping that his mom wouldn’t scold him- hoping that she wouldn’t scold him for losing his Captain Midnight spyglass, perhaps (which was a birthday gift given to him & he lost it in that cave).

Especially with the footage from that ST VR game, where a shadow version of Virginia is scolding Henry & the vibe is that it’s a memory of when Henry just returned from somewhere (based on Alice yelling his name as if she’s searching for him), and I actually think that whole scene is Henry’s memories of when he reunited with his family after leaving the cave in Nevada, which tracks with Alice yelling his name as if she’s been searching for him (as he was missing for 12 hours) and Victor and Virginia both asking Henry what happened/Virginia scolding him.

And especially with how TFS Victor emphasizes that Henry is a “good boy,” it makes me wonder how often Virginia referred to Henry as bad, much like Cujo hoping that they won’t call him a bad dog for getting bitten.

Also, Cujo specifically didn’t want to go home after getting bitten because he was worried that he’d get called a “bad dog”- which makes me wonder how long it took Henry to go home. And if the shadow could’ve been “cured” or even just helped slightly if he had gone home, if even just a warm bath would’ve been enough to expel the shadow in its very early stages (after all, they got a fairly late-stage shadow out of Will with a few heaters and a fire- it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that Henry could’ve expelled the shadow if he wasn’t afraid to go home/had gotten home & gotten help/gotten warmed up etc etc- JUST like how a rabies post-exposure prophylaxis only works before you start showing symptoms, so if they’d gotten Cujo a post-exposure prophylaxis before he started showing symptoms…)

Would a warm bath- a bath just like the one Joyce filled for Will in S2, too hot for the shadow but not physically too hot for Will’s skin (see: Joyce testing the temperature with her hand), have saved Henry?

It would explain why Virginia’s shown with the tub so much- if a simple bath could’ve saved him if he’d gone home sooner but he was afraid to go home because of Virginia.

And Brenner also says something during TFS that totally aligns with everything I’ve said here re: good dog/good boy vs bad dog/bad boy and not wanting to go home- TFS Brenner says “you think you can run back home to mommy and be a good boy again?” Much like how Cujo couldn’t run back home and be a good boy again.

It’s got that exact “Henry felt like he couldn’t go home to Virginia after the caves because she would scold him/tell him he was bad,” vibe. Especially since Brenner in TFS tends to pick at Henry’s already-existing insecurities/trauma.

Which ALSO reminds me of Joyce waiting at home for Will in S1/waiting in Will’s room with all of the lamps versus how Virginia in TFS waits in the attic for Henry so that she can scold Henry when he gets home- which would totally track with Virginia and Joyce being opposites/Joyce waiting for Will so that she can welcome him home vs Virginia waiting in the attic for Henry so that she can scold him AND Virginia waiting at home in Nevada when Henry went missing in the caves & waiting there to scold him.

Hell, Virginia during the “waiting in the attic”, scene in TFS even has a DIRECT dialogue parallel to Joyce when she’s waiting in Will’s room:

Also, jumping over to Victor, in Cujo, the father of the family is named Vic. And the son of the family, Tad, is literally described as “sensitive,” just like Henry is:

Henry seems to be what would happen if it had been Tad that went rabid in the Cujo story- if the boy and the dog had swapped places. Henry seems to be a combination of Tad and Cujo.

Which also has me staring directly at 7 year old Henry’s dog:

And how TFS Brenner mentions Henry killing dogs:

And how Henry’s dog looks eerily similar to Will’s dog, Chester, and how Chester was scared/barking at the door on the night Will vanished & how Chester may have started barking at Henry & being scared of him after Henry returned home flayed- and then awhile ago, James also brought up what I talked about in that previously linked post re: fear triggering the shadow & James tied it to the idea of Henry accidentally killing his dog because his dog was scared of him. Which, again, would be sort of like a reverse Cujo situation.

Hell, David Harbour even talks about how he suggested to the Duffers that they should kill pff Chester- which, they may have implemented a similar storyline with Henry having accidentally killed his dog:

And also, in the book, Tad dies of heat exhaustion (he ended up stuck in a hot car trying to get away from Cujo) right as Cujo is killed- which makes me think of how the shadow made Will sensitive to heat/heat was hurting/killing him and how TFS Henry says that he “likes it cold”- and just how both Tad and Cujo’s deaths are paralleled vs Henry being a mixture of Tad and Cujo.

And I’ve talked in this post and this post about the rabies references surrounding Henry, and so we already know that the rabies references are tied to him.

I also talked in this post about the whole “I’m not a dog,” line vs “you’re not a child,” and how that connects to Henry, which, again, demonstrates that Henry is connected to the dog references in ST just like how he’s connected to the rabies references.

Henry Creel isn’t a violent boy- in TFS Victor’s words, Henry’s a “good boy.”

And so, when it comes to analyzing Henry Creel, especially in TFS, it would perhaps not be amiss to point out that he had always tried to be a good boy. He had never wanted to kill anybody. He had been struck by something, possibly destiny, or fate, or only a degenerative disease. Free will was not a factor.

Just like Cujo.

They were both good boys.

[sugarwithsarcasm]

Ludwig never really considered himself socially inept, sure, but this, this was just embarrassing. He knows he should be more focused on when did Feliciano consider themselves a married couple, but right now, he's arguing with Feliciano about cars.    And he kind of doesn't hate that.

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“Ludwig, can I ask you something?” Feliciano sipped his espresso, smiling at Ludwig who hummed as he reviewed hastily typed work documents Alfred had sent him at 2 am. 

“I’m not lending you any more money.” Ludwig deadpanned, his eyes never leaving the astonishing amount of grammatical errors written in comic sans on his computer.  

Feliciano laughed, shaking his head. Ludwig shifted to look over at the bubbly Italian briefly, smiling to himself as Feliciano calmed down.

“Let’s do something stupid.” Ludwig sighed, powering off his computer. “Something dumb and mortal and fun and not work related-“ 

“Feliciano get to the point! We don’t have all day, we both have better things to do then listen to you ramble.” Ludwig side-eyed Feliciano, who giggled and took a bite out of his pastry.   

“Let’s go on a date!” Ludwig’s face turned a bright red as Feliciano rambled on. “We can both get all dressed up and I can pick you up and we can go to a fancy dinner and get gelato and then maybe walk around a garden or something with some coffee and then we can go to this lovely little bakery-“ 

“A date? Like a romantic kind?” Ludwig’s mouth went dry as he struggled to make up a coherent sentence. “ALSO WHY DO ALL YOUR DATES INVOLVE FOOD?”

“Yes, like a romantic kind! Luddy, I didn’t think I’d have to explain this all to you, really,” Feliciano paused, “I really should start listening to your brother but it’s just so much fun to disassociate whenever I see him!” 

Ludwig tried to ignore the butterflies that were violently attacking his stomach as he looked at Feliciano’s smile. “What makes you think we should go on a date romantically? Are our nations requiring an alliance? Did I miss an email-“ 

“LUDDY NO!” Feliciano reached over the table and smacked Ludwig who had been reaching for his phone. “I mean it in a romantic way! Not! Because! Of! Work!” Feliciano took one last bite out of his pastry and a swig of his espresso as Ludwig stared at him in confusion. “Plus, come on! We’re practically a married couple at this point!” 

Ludwig clutched his chest as he felt himself have his third heart attack of the day. “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” 

“Oh come on!” Feliciano threw his hands up dramatically. “We are having breakfast together for the third time this week! I made you coffee! I’m literally petting your dog in your pajamas! We slept in the same bed last night!”  

“You broke into my house! If I could, I would have you banned from the entire nation of Germany centuries ago!” Ludwig swatted Feliciano with a nearby notepad, causing the bubbly man to squeak, muttering apologies in rapid (incomprehensible) Italian. Ludwig’s German shepard Aster, let out a soft yelp as Feliciano took his hands off his silky, shedding fur. 

Felicino vigorously shook his head, his auburn bedhead hair flopping around his head like his arms had when Ludwig had first tried to introduce him to weights years ago, a childish pout gracing his soft, tan face. Just as Ludwig began to apologize for being rude (Just as Ivan’s therapist had told Ivan to do, and Ivan had eagerly told just about every other nation in the Northern Hemisphere.), Feliciano began to shake his head and laugh.   

“Oh Ludwig,” he started, his laugh dying down into a soft smile, “you don’t mean that. You know you,” Ludwig watched Feliciano bite his bottom lip and fiddle with his hands that were now both placed in his lap,“you know you like me!”  

“No I do not.” 

“Yes you do.” Feliciano hummed as he got out of his chair, taking his dishes to the sink. Aster lay down at Feliciano’s feet as water began to flow from the faucet as Feliciano washed his dishes singing, “Luddy’s got it bad for me, Luddy’s got a crush on me”, to himself. 

Ludwig paused for a moment and smiled as he watched Feliciano dance and sing to himself as he washed the dishes, the sunlight streaming through the sheer, gaudy floral curtains Feliciano forced Ludwig to put up. He found himself standing up and taking a few steps over to Feliciano who stopped singing and dancing, looking over at Ludwig with a kind of teasing confusion, a daring look in his eye unique to Feliciano. 

Well, Ludwig reasoned to himself, maybe he did feel a little less lonely, a little less hopeless when he was with Feliciano. Maybe he slept a little better near him and wouldn’t push Feliciano off of him immediately when he would find the smaller man clinging to Ludwig and nuzzling into his chest. “Maybe if I have a few hours of undisturbed work ,” he swatted Feliciano’s mischievous smirk with the back of his hand, hiding a playful smile, “then we can have dinner at home and, um-” 

“kiss!” Feliciano dramatically cradled his cheeks in his hands making a kissy face while closing his eyes. 

“NO!” Ludwig yelled, his face burning and his voice cracking. He muttered indignantly to himself and attempted to regain control over Feliciano’s hysterical laughter, “I WILL NOT HESITATE TO STOP EXPORTING YOU YOUR STUPID LITTLE ITALIAN GERMAN CARS.”  

Feli gasped before grabbing a clean, metal spoon and shaking it in Ludwig’s face, “NO PLEASE NO, LUDWIG THAT'S OUR CHILDREN YOU CAN’T-” 

“IT'S A BUNCH OF CARS FELICIANO, ALL IT IS IS A METAL AND ENGINE AND-” 

“YEAH WELL HOW DO AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOUR NOT A TOTAL HUNK OF METAL AND I’M ACTUALLY AN ENGINE-” 

Against his better judgment, Ludwig let out a warm laugh, Feliciano quickly joining him in laughter. They stood for a few quiet moments, stupidly laughing together, smiling together, happy together. 

“Feliciano?” 

“Yeah Luddy?” 

His heart skipped a beat, “Make dinner tonight, we’ll clean the kitchen together and walk the dogs in the evening.” 

Feliciano’s eyes lit up, “Can we watch a movie together afterwards?” 

Ludwig smiled, “Deal.”

[pandorascripts]

Can we have more 241 wednesday and reader? i'm just in love with your writing and with this history <3

241 III

summary: cute stuff, also I'm sick of winter so this is a time skip into spring.

pairing: wednesday x gn!reader (could be read as fem)

note: i suggest you read at least 241 part II, I was also listening to Violent by benches and Where'd All the Time Go? by Dr. Dog when writing.

big note: I've decided to fight fire with fire, so I will now be putting my Wednesday fanfics in any and all tyler galpin and xavier thrope tags until people learn how to tag fics right.

part I, part II

What are we?

What are we?

What are we?

What are we?

You gritted your teeth together, hating how the question sounded so stupid. You shouldn’t have had to ask Wednesday what the two of you were, it should’ve been simple, really. You should just know. But you don’t, which is why on a Saturday walk in Jericho with Wednesday, you were anxiously biting your lip. The hand that wasn’t holding hers was stuffed in your pocket, chipping away at your nail polish. 

“You’re anxious, why is that?” Wednesday asked, turning her head up to you. 

You watched the rock you’d kicked seconds earlier skid and jumped across the uneven road.

“Dunno.”

Wednesday stopped in her tracks, not really minding the cool spring breeze. 

“Two months ago I made a promise. Do you remember what it conveyed?”

“Tears.”

Wednesday squeezed your hand sharply, lending you a warning look. “No, I promised I would not lie, and in turn I believe you agreed too.”

You nodded, looking down to your sneakers. 

“So, I won’t make you tell me, but I do hope you know that I want to listen. When you’re ready.”

With that, Wednesday continued walking again, you trailing closely behind her. The sounds of Wednesday’s boots hitting the ground were heavy, a juxtaposition to yours, which were softer and much lighter. You wondered if she walked heavily because Wednesday often said she’s got the responsibility of three blundering idiots on her shoulders. You failed to mention that she’s too small to cary Eugene, Enid, and you on herself. 

The walk turned silent once again, a peaceful silence. You fished out something from your pocket, sliding one in your ear as you handed the other to Wednesday. She accepted it, a light smile coating her lips. Another part of Wednesday’s apology. Since she liked to repress her emotions, which caused a lot of problems, she’d suggested the idea that she be more open, and allow emotions to show. 

“Thank you.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, scrolling through a playlist you’d made. Recently, you found out that Indie Rock was a genre Wednesday didn’t mind, so you clicked on a playlist you made previously, letting it shuffle through and selecting a song. 

Arctic Monekys, you thought, nice. 

Wednesday’s finger tips lightly bounced off your hand, going to the beat. You smiled, looking up to the sky. Green was restoring itself to the bare trees, the sky was happily blue with clouds dusting over gracefully. The wind brushed against your ears making you shiver occasionally, but you didn‘t mind. In a way, you felt like spring represented your relationship with Wednesday. In a since that you two were too welcoming old friends, feelings, and allowing them to grow and take root. Your future was, if everything continued like this, peaceful as the sky, with little disruption. The song changed to one you quite liked. It was on the slower side, and so you unconsciously slowed your walk down, breathing in thick air. Under you, your foot sloshed in a puddle created the previous day from the melting snow.

Wednesday tugged on your hand, grabbing the other and setting it on her waist. You smiled, not trying to hide your confusion. Wednesday linked her arms around your shoulder, and started swaying. Your chest felt like it might explode, your heart rapidly beating as you swayed too. 

Wednesday rested her head on your shoulder as her arms slid down to hold your biceps. “I’m sorry, you just seemed so… at peace,” she whispered. 

You grinned, also burying your head in her shoulder. As Wednesday turned to her left, you turned to your left, still swaying with the song. A shaky exhale left your lips as you sighed. Your body felt heavy as Wednesday guided you, your feet sometimes hitting hers. If she minded, she didn’t say anything. Even as the song changed, you two still stayed there, swaying in the breeze like the leaves blossoming on the trees. 

“What’re we?”

Contrary to what you were thinking, Wednesday simply continued swaying, not bothering to stop this moment. 

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that it’s up to you. I was foolish, and now I’d like to be yours again, only yours.”

You nodded into her shoulder, adjusting your grip on her so it was more of a hug. 

“I want that too,” you mumbled, sighing contently. 

Wednesday and your’s relationship was spring, it experienced droughts and tough parts, experienced rain, and muck, but most importantly, it gave joy and peacefulness. It made both of you happy as you started anew, greeting old feelings and memories, but also making room for new beginnings. You truly believed spring to be your favorite part of the year, and as you stood dancing with Wednesday under half-green trees, you felt at home.

[blueberry-ovaries]

PLAYLIST - HIRAETH

A playlist for Hiraeth - or the songs i listen to when writing :)

I also imagine the audio where it’s like “i’m not a violent dog i don’t know why i bite”, if you wanted to feel more sad, imagine that :D (Isle of the dogs, audios are so sad)

HIRAETH - Winnie’s personal playlist

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

‘Tell your baby that I’m your baby - I bet on losing dogs - I know they’re losing and i’ll pay for my place’

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridges

‘Know it’s for the better - Know it’s for the better - Know it’s for the better’

‘If you were a waiting room i would never see a doctor - I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed’

Not Strong Enough - Boy Genius

‘Always an angel never a god - Always an angel never a god’

Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Ray

‘You’re in the wind, I’m in the water - Nobody’s son, Nobody’s daughter’

The Archer - Taylor Swift

‘Can you see right through me - They see right through me - They see right through me’

Matilda - Harry Styles

‘Nothing about the way you were treated ever seemed especially alarming ‘til now- So you tie up your hair like it’s no big deal - You can let it go - You can throw a party full of everyone you know’

You’re On Your Own Kid - Taylor Swift

‘Just to learn my dreams aren’t rare - You’re on your own kid - You always have been’

‘My friends from home don’t know what to say - I looked around in a blood-soaked gown - And I saw something they can’t take away’

Cigarette Daydream - Cage the Elephant

‘You were only Seventeen - So sweet with a mean streak - nearly brought me to my knees’

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

‘I’m gonna serve it to you - And that ain’t what you want to hear - But that’s what i’ll do’

Angel of Small Death and the Codine Scene - Hozier

‘With her sweetened breath - And her tongue so mean - She’s the angel of small death and the cosine scene - With her stare blonde hair - Her arms hard and lean’

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Ray

‘Will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful - Will you still love me when i’ve got nothing but my aching soul - I know you will, I know you will’

The Fruits - Paris Paloma

‘For if i’m going down - I guess i’ll take you with me - Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing’

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

‘So you better run - Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father - Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers’

‘Leave all your love and your longing behind - You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive’

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

‘When everything feels like the movies - Yeah, you bleed just to know your alive - And i don’t want the world to see me - ‘Cause i don’t think that they’d understand’

I’ll Make a Man Out of You - Donny Osmund (Mulan)

‘Did they send me daughters - When i asked for sons? - You’re the saddest bunch I ever met - But you can bet before we’re through - Mister, i’ll make a man out of you’

Fine Line - Harry Styles

“We’ll be a fine line - We’ll be a fine line - We’ll be alright - We’ll be alright’

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

‘Don’t know if you love me or you want me dead - Push me away, push me away - Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay’

‘Fight so dirty but your love’s so sweet - Talk so pretty but your hearts got teeth’

Kiwi - Harry Styles

‘She worked her way through a cheap back of cigarettes- Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect’

Sign of the Times - Harry Styles

‘We never learn we’ve been here before - Why are we always stuck and running from - The bullets? The bullets?’

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

‘But she doesn’t know who I am - And she doesn’t give a damn about me - Cause i’m just a teenage dirt bag baby’

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley

‘Wise men say “Only fools rush in” - But I can’t help falling in love with you - Shall I stay? - Would it be a sin? - If i can’t help, falling in love with you’

Devil in Disguise - Elvis Presley

‘You look like an angel - Walk like an angel - Talk like an angel - But i got wise - You’re the devil in disguise’

Everlong - Foo Fighters

‘I’m over my head - Out of my head she sang - And I wonder, when I sing along with you - If everything could ever feel this way forever’

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

‘I’m still standing better than I ever did - Looking like a true survivor - Feeling like a little kid - And I’m still standing after all this time’

History of Man - Maisie Peters

‘He stole our youth and promised heaven - The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen - Women’s hearts are lethal weapons - Did you hold mine and feel threatened?’

Work Song - Hozier

‘When my time comes around - Lay me gently on the cold dark earth - No grave can hold my body down - I’ll crawl home to her’

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

‘’Cause who am I, if not exploited - And i’m so sick of 17 - Where’s my fucking teenage dream?’

‘And I wished people liked me more - All I did was try my best - This the kind of thanks I get? - unrelentlessly upset’

Francesca - Hozier

‘My life was a storm since I was born - How could I fear any hurricane? - If someone asked me at the end - I’d tell them “put me back in it”’

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

‘There will come a soldier - Who carries a mighty sword - He will tear your city down - Oh lei - Oh lai - oh lord’

Honour to us all - Lea Salonga (mulan soundtrack)

‘Help me not to make a fool of me - And not uproot my family tree - Keep my father standing tall’

Reflection - Lea Salonga (mulan soundtrack)

‘Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? - Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? - Somehow, I cannot hide who I am, though i’ve tried’

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

‘They say, she’s gone too far this time - Don’t blame me, love made me crazy’

Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

‘I eat sticks and rocks and mud - I don’t care about the government - And i really need a hug - I feel stupid, ugly - Pretend it doesn’t bother me’

‘I’m not very strong but - I’ll fuck you up if you’re mean to bugs’

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

‘Two birds on a wire - one says come on - And the other says i’m tired’

‘Two birds of a feather - Say that they’re always - Gonna stay together - But one’s never goin’ to let go of that wire’

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

‘I like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings’

End Game - Taylor Swift

‘Big reputation, big reputation - Oh, you and me got big reputations - Ah, and you heard about me - Oh, I got some big enemies’

Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender

‘I was far too scared to hit him - But i’d hit him in a heartbeat now - That’s the thing with anger - It begs to stick around’

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

‘She talks kinda lazy - And people say she’s crazy - And her life’s a mystery - Oh, but live grows where my Rosemary goes’

I Love You So Much- The Walters

‘I’m gonna pack my things and leave you behind - This feeling’s old and I know that i’ve made up my mind - I hope you feel what i felt when you shattered me soul’

‘So, please let me go - But I love you so (please let me go) - I love you so (please let me go)

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