#through the goddman window

[thistaleisabloodyone]

Man, it sure would be nice to get a nice night's sleep tonight, after I had to deal with water coming through the wall and flooding my carpet. I really fucking hope the goddamn window well doesn't flood too so there's water coming through the window and the wall.

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝕭ʟᴜᴇ 𝕳ʏᴅʀᴀɴɢᴇᴀ

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sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x sᴜɢᴀʀ ʙᴀʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you come home from california after a year back to your old man

(Heavily inspired by Heroin by Lana Del Rey + Lightly by Old Money by Lana Del Rey)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:: major angsttt, smut 18+ minors dni plz, bit of fluff, age gap

TW/CW: past drug use [reader], post-rehab

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: lana del rey’s music gives me major sugar daddy!steve vibes idky lol

(also brief description of ‘reader’ written to have hair that can moved from the face is like one sentence sorry but ur giving daddy steve a bj)

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You grabbed your bags and walked to the pick up spot at the JFK airport. It’s been a year since you’ve been in New York and you missed the city terribly. You especially missed your old man.

You stood for a minute scanning the bodies that littered across the floor until your eyes met those beautiful cerulean blue eyes you spent so many hours looking into. Instantly tears brimmed your eyes watching him move swiftly past the people dressed so casually unlike his usual stature sporting that incredible all black suit he always wore.

He looked tired and drained. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Y/n,” he came up to you, cupping your face before pressing his lips to yours passionately, desperately.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed you so much,” you cried.

“I missed you too. I thought about you all the time; everyday, every hour, every second,” he hugged you tightly.

“Stevie, I wanna go home,” you whispered against his lips.

“Let’s go home,” he told you.

Home.

It’s been so long since you’ve been home.

You got to the car and Steve told you to just wait in the car as he put your bags in the trunk. You smiled softly at him before slipping in the passenger's seat waiting to go home like you’ve been dreaming about since the day you left. Steve quickly slipped into the driver’s seat himself and drove off eager to go home and finally hold you close again.

The car ride was quiet. You watch the blurry lights through the wet glass window of the car and your mind could help but wander back to the day Steve saved your life.

One Year Ago

You stumbled your way through the elevator doors with a lazy smile on your face.

“Stevie!!” you screamed when you saw him sitting at the counter with a whiskey in hand.

“You’re late,” he said quietly.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Why were you out so late? I gave you a curfew,” she said sternly.

You weren’t giving him much time, your body was on fire. You unzip your dress, not so gracefully, strippping out of your clothes. You pranced around in your panties and a bra giggling and running around asking Steve to catch you but he was having none of your shit.

“Get your ass over here right now!” his voice boomed startling you.

He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead and roamed his hands along your body anyway but sexually. Your skin was extremely overheated and flushed. He was pissed. You had promised him the reckless behavior was over, but you couldn’t.

You were an addict.

“What the hell are you on?” he said firmly.

“Guess?” you were absolutely not taking this seriously.

“I’m not gonna ask twice; tell me!”

“Molly,” you whispered shamefully.

“God fucking dam-” he rubbed his face in frustration.

"Why do you even care so much you're- I- I'm nothing but a stupid sugar baby, anyway, " you slurred your words.

“You're more than that, and I know you fucking know it. You promised me you were going to stop! I’m done, I'm done” he breathed out. His chest felt like it was tightening, he couldn’t breathe anymore. He felt nauseous.

“No! No, no, baby; please!” you cling onto him like a child.

“You could’ve been hurt! What would happen if that shit was laced with something that could have killed you, hell taking it alone in the first place could have been the last straw! I’m doing this shit with you anymore.”

You cried, no you sobbed hysterically. You need Steve, he was your everything, your rock, your hope, your love. You knew you were a huge mess but you couldn’t stop. You didn’t know how. Didn’t know where to begin, who to go to. You felt alone.

You grew surrounded by money but when you moved to New York, you succumbed to the temptations and your parents were done with your shit. Meeting Steve, agreeing to this sugar baby thing was simply to use his money for drugs and alcohol, that’s all you lived for. Your life was over, might as well fuck yourself over while you're at it.

But you fell in love.

Goddamn, the man was perfect. He was treated with so much love and gentleness and compassion. You hadn’t felt so loved since you cut your ties with your parents and it hurt so good. You wanted to quit for him. The first night he found you disheveled and fucked, you were so embarrassed. You promised him it would stop that you were gonna be clean; but that only lasted twelve hours.

He should’ve ended it. He should’ve stopped whatever this relationship was. He told himself it was one time thing but once turned into twice, then four times until you went out every night getting high off your ass with anything that was available.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore. But like you, he fell in love too. He loved you. He really loved you. He couldn’t imagine his life without anyone else and the thought of losing you made him terrified.

“I’m done! I can’t sit here waiting for you every night wondering if you went too far! Staring at my fucking goddman phone waiting for the day they call and tell me you killed yourself! I can’t do it! You promised me you were done with this shit but here you are high off your ass again with molly,” he cried. Tears streamed down his face, his heart pained at the sight you breaking down.

“I need help, please,” you whimpered.

“Are you going to let me help you?” he sniffled.

“Yes! Please, help me,” you sobbed.

“Pack your things. You’re leaving for California tomorrow,” he said.

“What?”

“There is a rehabilitation center in California and I want you to go there,” he whispered.

“No-”

“Please, Y/n. it’s only for a year-”

“A year! No, I can't be away from you that long, please no!” you sobbed even more.

“It’s for the best,” he tightly holds you down.

“Why not here-”

“It’s for the best. I promise I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back. I swear,” he looked into your eyes.

“Stevie,” you cupped his face, “I don’t wanna leave you.”

“I know; I don;t want you to leave but I promise you’re gonna get on that airplane and you’re gonna come back and tell me everything’s ok, yeah?” he pressed his forehead.

“Ok. You make me feel I can change. I’m gonna come back and tell you that I have really changed,” you promised.

“I believe it,” he smiled.’

“Maybe California is good. Something about this city makes my head go crazy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it,” you told him.

“I love you; so much,” he whispered those words for the first time.

“I love you too,” you cried.

“You ok?” Steve pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m just- I’m really happy to be home,” you choked out.

Steve grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips kissing you softly. His eyes stayed on the road every now and then glancing at you like a dream come true. You pulled up to the building where you two lived and Steve asked the entourage to take your things up for you. He lifted you in his arms with a beautiful hopeful smile and carried you to the apartment.

When the elevator door opened he practically ran to the bedroom nuzzling his face in your neck kissing lightly. You somewhat took in the familiar surrounding noticing no change since you’d last been there. It was bittersweet. He hadn’t changed a thing since you left.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby,” he whispered.

“Steve,” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I’m never gonna let you go again.”

“You won’t have to. It’s all over; no more clubs, no drinking, no drugs, none of it. That girl, you used to call the queen of New York City, she’s gone. ”

“You’re still my queen,” he smirked, making you chuckle.

“I’m so fucking proud of you. You are so strong,” he praised.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him forward crashing your lips against his. You molded perfectly against like you were made for him. Like everything had led up to this moment. It felt different this time; his hands touching you delicately.

You two have had sex many of times but this time it was different.

He peeled your shirt off your body pressing kisses all over your chest. His tongue flicking over your nipple making you gasp softly. His hands gripped at your waist as he brushed his nose between the valley of your breasts.

You craved his skin on yours, practically clawing his shirt off his body. He got the memo and briefly sat up ripping his shirt off his body before falling back on top of you. His hips settled between yours and you could feel his growing erection poking through the material of his flimsy sweats.

You pushed him off your body, flipping him so you could straddle his waist; smiling devilishly as you brought your hands up to your breasts to massage them. Steve growled at the angelic sight above him pulling your hands away to replace them.

He twisted your nipples as you slowly grind your hips over his for a moment. That moment quickly died as you snaked down his body curling your finger over his pants. You languidly pulled them down his legs letting his erected cock spring free. You moaned at the sight, haven’t been able to see it since you left that fateful morning.

You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock and stroked his dick slowly pulling wanton moans from him that were music to your ears. You leaned forward and licked teasingly along the tip before swirling your tongue around it making him groan. His hand went to your head combing your hair from your face gathering it in a messy ponytail.

Your lips wrapped around his cock perfectly just that way he likes it; like you’ve a thousand times before. He looked to the ceiling and sighed at the pleasure you were giving to him. He was never one to make much noise during sex but he was craving your mouth wrapped around him; he couldn’t contain the moans and grunts that wanted to come out. He couldn’t wait until he’s buried between your thighs.

You cheeks hollowed around his dick sucking hard before you take him all at once repeating over and over again. Steve’s hold on your hair tightened with every bob of your head thrusting his hip in time with your rhythm. Hitting the back of your throat, Steve’s hip stuttered and his legs shook approaching his orgasm fast.

“No, I wanna come in you, baby girl,” he panted, pulling you off of his dick. You quickly discarded your panties before climbing back on top of him to straddle him, knees on either side on his hips. You cupped his face kissing him senselessly; passion and lust and most importantly love enveloping you two.

You lifted your hips briefly as Steve lined his cock with your soaking entrance and slowly sunk down allowing him to stretch you impeccably. You moaned in sync, like you were becoming one again after so long being unable to hold each other.

His arms wrapped around holding close as you waited a bit to adjust to his size again. He peppered faint kisses along your neck and collar bone, nipping playfully at your skin too. You felt so full and incredible basking in his attention and the feeling of your walls wrapped around him again.

You moved your hips back and forward, your clit grinding against his pelvis making you shiver in pleasure. You face tucked tightly in the crook of Steve neck, your thrusts getting faster and faster. Steve’s hands moved to your hips lifting you slightly before slamming you back down on his cock harshly. This made you throw your head with a cry of pleasure, strings of curse words flowing from your mouth.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed your cock so much,” you whined.

“I missed you too baby,” he grunted.

You looked at his face watching it contort with pleasure, his eyes completely screwed shut overwhelmingly. Sweat lined his forehead, the shorter pieces of hair sticking to it. You brought your hand to it brushing his hairs back so you could see his face in it’s fullest beauty.

He peeled his eyes open, staring directly into eyes and breathed heavily in time with you. For a single moment between you both, time stopped. It felt as if the world was gone and all that mattered was right now; you being back in your old man’s arms again, the love of your life.

You couldn’t help the quick glance at his red swollen lips, desire to kiss them again overcoming you. You leaned forward capturing his lips for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, but it's something you’ve ever got tired of. The way slightly chapped lips molded perfectly with yours.

“I love you, baby,” he moaned.

“I- fuck!” you couldn’t even speak anymore when Steve’s thrusts became harder and faster desperate to chase both your’s and his orgasms.

“Look at me baby,” he growled, “You were fucking made for me. No one can ever fuck you like I can. No is ever gonna take care of you like I do. And no one, absolutely fucking no one, is ever gonna love you as much I do.”

Tears streamed down your face; overwhelmed with love and desire and lust. Steve saved your life and you owe him everything. You loved him evermore; he is everything. Steve kissed you again, addicted to your lips, tasting the salty tears that came from your hopeful and loving eyes. He wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“Stevie, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered.

“Come all over my cock baby girl. You deserve it,” he whispered.

Your body shook as you reached your high. Chanting Steve's name like prayer, like it was the only word you knew to say. Steve’s rutted his hips into one last time spilling his seed inside you, hot cum coated your velvety walls. You collapsed forward onto him and he held you tightly.

Your fragile body trembled against him and Steve's heart ached a bit. He knew you were overwhelmed, hell so was he. But he was so utterly happy to have you back. There were so many nights where Steve lied awake at night, unable to sleep without you, day-dreaming of a future with you when you’d come home. He knew you were a strong woman and he knew you were going to come back to him healthy and stronger than before.

He remembers the day he came back to New York after leaving you in California. He was with his old pal Bucky at a local bar in Manhattan. He’s always really known inside that he’d fallen in love with you, he’d proven already that he’d do anything for you. But that night is when he finally admitted it out loud to himself and to others. Steve can’t imagine his future with anyone else but you and he’ll be damned if something happened to you.

“Sweet girl, I love you with all my heart,” he whispered, stroking your back softly.

“Even when I’m old; when I shine from words and not from beauty?” you whispered.

“I will love you evermore,” he said.

He whispered more sweet things as you cried holding him tightly spending your first night back together in his arms. Before, you didn’t know where life was gonna take you; either to the moon or six feet under. But Steve swept you away to a promiseland and you’ll follow him blindly. It didn’t matter where life was going to take you next as long as you were with your old man, you were happy.

Completely and utterly happy.

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[mnictasbcl]

Self-preservation: not found

Here is my next story for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife’s #dbhghostsinthemachine challenge, prompt OCT 17: Flight mode.

Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor

Characters: Connor, Hank Anderson

Tags: Chase scene, lack of self preservation instincts, Swearing, Blood and injury, Death, 

Summary: Connor’s first mission back out on the field turns into a chase. Hank only wishes the android would get some self-preservation instincts.

Read it on AO3! Or, read below.

Chapter 1: Whoops

Connor relished the feeling of the air on his cheeks, wind wiping through his hair and setting his curls aloft.

The chase. The thrill of the chase, his thirium pump pounding in his chest, eyes fixed on the target.

Flighty, Hank would call after him as he took off running after a suspect. He was a 'goddman flight risk'.

He couldn't help it. Even after deviancy the urge to hunt was in his bones. Muscles itching, fingers twitching. He couldn't just stand there and let someone else take all the glory.

So he put his programming to work. Tore through the streets, calculated quicker, riskier routes and took them. Life had become dull after the Rveolution ended.

Not that he wasn't happy with the final sense of peace for his kind. The opposite. But he was a model created to chase, and living an almost sedentary life whilst he waited to be back at work was against what he was.

Maybe he did go overboard the first time a suspect became slippery and ran away.

But it was liberating.

A man, caught finally after tracking his crime scenes of mangled androids, biocomponents torn out and sucked dry of thirium.

He stopped, looked at the cops in his apartment, and fled out of the first floor window.

And now here he was. Running along rooftops, leaping nimbly from house to house, waiting for the human to slip up. Meanwhile he would live in the moment, would feel all the eyes on him and smirk:

"Look at him go!"

"God, those things are crazy..."

"Connor!"

He looked back ahead, sharpened his gaze as the suspect stumbled over loose tiling. Slipped, arms going out to his sides as if that would save him.

Connor dived forwards and grabbed a hold of the man's arm, falling on his front. His feet flailed as he scrambled for purchase on the rooftop. But he found none. One moment, they were struggling.

The next, they were falling.

Down from the three-story building, rushing through the air. He calculated the probabilities of survival two secondary from the ground--

And fell onto the pavement with a splatter of blood.

But as he opened his eyes, he saw red sprayed out in front of him. The suspect was crushed beneath him, their body having cushioned his fall. Sure, there was minor damage here and there. But as he got up on shaky legs, he straightened his tie and breathed a sigh of relief.

They'd needed it alive. But Hank would have killed him if he'd died, so he guessed it was better for everyone this way.

Until he looked up and saw Hank walking around the corner, panting for breath, eyes drawn together in fury.

"Oh, sh--."

[lubdubsworld]

AKDKFLALFKAKGKAKR

That surprise Seokjin/OC Drabble was FIRE Shyn. Pure INFERNO, so rough and unrelenting and just—- 🥵🤒🔥

GODDMAN JIN! That confident, assured nature sure as hell came through with how confident and DOMINANT he was in that... ngl my mind is still kinda reeling 🤯 from it. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY... cos THEY WERE IN THE BACK OF A VAN, IN SIGHT AND HE JUST... HALFOAPGKA

Be quiet. Spread your legs. And TAKE it. That was his memo. His order of business and WHEW!! Someone open the van window please!!

SHYN HONESTLY YOUR MIND— I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING! 🤧🥰😫

And the ending?! “BECAUSE YOU WERE FALLING ASLEEP?!”

LIKE?! 😳😳

GOD. DAMN. JIN.

Listen people really underestimate how much of a dom kim seokjin is....and me...

I'm just here to further the KIM line big dick energy agenda😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

[mirandashadowborn]

I have been waiting to have a Star Stable dream- Been playing for two years you’d think its deeply engrained enough in my psyche or whatevs right? 

So last night (after too many enchiladas and easter chocolates) I had...

A STAR STABLE NIGHTMARE. 

First: It did not take place in Star Stable. No Jorvik, no Moorland, no running through Mistfall. Nothing like. Already off to a bad start. 

(under the cut cause its so long and dumb)

It was at my moms house (where irl I spend a good chunk of time since we’re still trying to clean it out). It was night (I rarely dream at night, so right there was like “somethings wrong!”). I was younger and there with my older brother and one of my sisters . My mom was in it, it was like us and her living there but like, 30 years ago. My brother was sleeping in one of the rooms and my mom in hers. I got up to get water or something and was walking around the house when I realized my sister was missing. I was looking all over the house in the dark and started noticing weird noises outside. I was certain someone took her. 

(here’s where the goddman game comes in -_-)

I look out the window and THERES A  FREAKIN SS TRAILER in the driveway with a shadowy driver sitting in the passenger seat just shining the headlights into the house. I went to ask my brother if he knew them but he was sound asleep. Then my mom joined me and we kept peering out the window in the sewing room, where she figured he was lost but I was scared as hell. Where was the driver?? And then- A GREY CLOAKED DRUID RUSHES PAST THE WINDOW towards the garage. I was like wtf are they up to??? We go to check on my brother and wake him up but HE WAS GONE TOO. 

We heard like chanting or something outside but were too scared to go look. We knew people were on our property and it was just us defending ourselves. The only place we didn’t check was the garage... so we made our way over to the kitchen, and then quickly turned on the garage light and threw opened the door and - You know how when people are invisible in movies you see like, a shimmer or something? There was a cleared circle in the middle of the garage, with two people (invisible) in the middle and a bunch of “invisible” cloaked druids around the circle, whispering. They were going to sacrifice my siblings and needed me there for ...soemthing. I just stood there, horrified, and then tried to yell STOP but couldn’t talk for some reason. When I finally was able to say it it was because I was saying it in real life and woke up my BF by yelling “stooooop!” at him in a really low voice

I coulda had a nice dream about riding through the silverglade acres or something but no. I get this shit. 

[please-dont-hurt-me]

Mchanzo rec

The cooking cowboy by SadakoTetsuwan (wip at 30 chapters right now, 77046 words, and has a mature rating)

“It had started simple—he just needed a good recipe for matcha cake to surprise Genji on his birthday, and so he’d started clicking around for tutorials on YouTube. But now Hanzo is in deep, and is officially part of ‘The Chuckwagon’; the mostly middle-aged, mostly female fan following of YouTube cooking sensation Jesse McCree, the Cooking Cowboy.How had his life come to this?“

I think I should make it obvious that I love this. I love that Mccree cooks and is so good at it, I love how Hanzo picks up a hobby. I especially love that mishaps happen because of a lawyer email. Genji is both a little shit and a good brother, like a realistic sibling. Hanzo’s anxiety feels kind of similar to my own in a sense.  It’s got good and realistic pacing, having them learn of each other, making the interact, start to flirt, have them meet, have hesitations, meet eachother halfway, and follow through. The only thing I’m not particularily fond of was the Gency but it was minor and was mostly just side fluff which is all right by me. 

One of my favorite parts of this fic is that it has a recipe at the end of each chapter

Hanzo, Denial is Not a River in Egypt by SadakoTetsuwan (complete with 1/1 chapters, 5787 words, and has an explicit rating )

“Jesse likes Hanzo.

He's glad that Hanzo likes him back.

There's only one problem.

Hanzo doesn't think he's gay.”

I remeber one day I was scrolling through the Mchanzo tag when I remebered that this fic existed, for two scenes only. “It’s not gay if the dicks dont touch” from Hanzo and the last bit with Hanzo yelling out the window. I remebered these two scenes and I started franticly scrolling through the pics for that one comic that has a link to this fanfic. Its a good fic but you will have your hands in your palms for most of with how ridicously in denial Hanzo is. 

Just fyi, theres a lot of kinky shit so the explict tag is on there for a reason

A faithful companion by kaijuborn (complete with 1/1 chapters, 10195 words, and has a rating of teen-and-up)

“Hanzo is a wanderer, always on the move after leaving his home and his duties. However, when winter comes and he finds himself in an abandoned town, he decides to stay for a while. A large, three-legged wolf accompanies him, though the animal appears to be more than what first meets the eye.”

This fic is very beutiful. like the begging captures calmness and serenity, the second captures the feeling you have in a warm bed, late at night after drinking tea, and the final beat is the fluttery feeling of attraction and affection and it’s amazing.

Five Times Hanzo Shimada Lost His Composure by leoandlancer (complete with 6/6 chapters, 31856 words, and a Teen-and-up rating)

“When Hanzo first arrived at the Watchpoint, he wasn't expecting anything like Jesse McCree. Already shouldering the responsibility of pursuing his redemption, and trying to reconnect with Genji, Hanzo is determined to make his new arrangement a success. However, the gunslinger has an irritatingly thoughtless way of making Hanzo loose his composure. (Five Times + One fic of Hanzo increasingly loosing his cool over all the little things that come easily to McCree because help me I need more fluff.)”

Okay this is straight sugar and it’s great. Also in other news: Hanzo is super gay.

The 85th Annual King County Bake-Off by venvephe (wip that 4/5 chapters complete, 37995 words, and has a Mature rating)

“It’s October first, and it’s all come down to this.

The cake is perfect. He’s been waiting for this moment all year, since the previous baking competition. This is his chance at redemption, at reclaiming the crown of the best baker in the county. It’s a title only the winner of the county fair can hold. He’s waited a year and spent hours upon hours at work. Early mornings and late nights, scrapped ideas and tons of flour and sugar went into his masterpiece. It’s all led to him to standing here, awaiting the announcement of the winners.

This year, it’s going to be Hanzo. Last year’s winner - his rival, his nemesis - is going down. Hanzo’s not going to let his mortal enemy take the crown for a third year in a row.

What kind of name is Jesse McCree, anyways?”

Hanzo is a very bitter baker who is angry that a “soccer mom” beat him. Hot guy whose his type approaches him at the competions. Turns out “soccer mom” is the hot guy, he wins. Hanzo’s pride is seriously bruised and litterally broke the fucking eggs at the goddman supermarket.... hanzo wtf is wrong with you. I mean this is perfectly in character but god this is why i can relate to mccree more in social situations. He’s such a stubborn guy and this stupid prideful man makes so many mistakes aaaghhhh.

Willing to lie by Ilyen (wip with 6 chapters, 58434 words, and an explict rating)

"It's Thanksgiving. Want to skip that long, insulting conversation about how you're still single? About how your parents really want more grandchildren? Well, look no further!

I am a 28 year old felon with no high school degree and a dirty old van one year younger than me painted like Eddie Van Halen's guitar. I can play between the ages of 20 and 29 depending on if I shave. I'm a line cook and work late nights at a bar. If you'd like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I'm game."

-Jesse McCree probably

A story 110% based on this craigslist ad - http://cdn.foodbeast.com/content/uploads/2014/11/craig.jpg

This is ridicouslous. It pulls no punches with its comedy and its tradgety. Its great in how despite being put in a fucking miserable situation because of the shimada’s, Mccree is still so sweet to them and I live for how all of them interact. I love how shimada family dinamic works (or doesnt) because it show how toxic their enviroment and how they cope in diffrent ways. 

The Hunter and the Demon by WinterOcelot 

This one is a series which is great and I’ve commented on each of the fics in that series. the lore is amazing and so is the relationships. its definately worth the read. 

Here’s the summerary of the first fic:

“A violent creature has been murdering people in the small Japanese village of Hanamura. When nothing is done about it for a whole month, veteran monster hunter Jesse McCree decides it's time for a professional to be called in.What he happens to stumble across is far from what he was anticipating.“

but my favorite of the series’s summary is:

“Jesse gets a call about a vampire coven in Australia. He agrees to investigate, which means another lengthy flight for Hanzo the grumpy (but snuggly) demon.“

Sweet as Honey by Batkatbrown (wip with 12 chapters, 37516 words, and mature rating)

“Maybe.” Jesse’s voice rasped at the end, rising sharply. “But … um… if you did want… you know… a bed would be nice.” Jesse lowered his eyes to the ground, the slightest tremor running down his body. “Mabel’s asleep and your car’s just outside…”

Hanzo’s heart plummeted into his stomach, revulsion coiling into his throat like a living thing. “Jesse.” He paused to draw in a calming breath, fighting to control the beast inside. It raged in his eyes, and he curled his hand into a fist in Jesse’s shirt. The room felt too small, the air sucked away.

“When I take your mouth, you will be begging for it,” Hanzo’s voice growled in his throat. “Not a cheap offer to buy affection or kindness from me,” he drew Jesse down and tilted his mouth to his ear. “But because you can’t stand being parted from me for a single second more.”

It’s a beautiful fic full of realistic veiws of America; assholes, poverty, shitty care of vetrans, ptsd, and unfourte situations. Mccree is scrapping by and the cake he got for his sister’s birthday is smashed by an asshole and Hanzo swoops in and not only buys him a fancy birthday cake but multiple toys.

it seems like a sugar daddy au but it isnt. They might be attracted to each other but it is an exchange of sex for money.

Happiness is a Warm Puppy by murgamurg (complete with 2/2 chapters, 5170 words, and gen rating)

“Hanzo finds a ball of fur that waddles to him immediately.It is -- a puppy. He doesn't know what to do with a puppy.“

Its as pure and sweet as it sounds. Its amazing and theres 101/10 chemistry and I love how deep they are in pining. The last scene is amazing and 100000/10.

[imagine-daryldixon]

In Joy and Sorrow

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request (Hope you like it)

After Negan had taken away Daryl you’re barely able to go about your daily chores. When Negan finally gets to Alexandria you can’t hold back your anger.

word count: 2993

approximated reading time: 15 minutes

Three weeks. Three damn weeks since Negan had taken Daryl with him. Three weeks of worrying if he was still alive, if he was okay. Three weeks of wondering what kind of torture he had to go through at the Sanctuary, as that bastard called his devil's pit. Would I ever see him again? Daryl... My eyes fell on the little piece of paper I had in a frame on the wall. The message he had left for me the last time we had been separated. I couldn't believe it had happened again. I screamed as I walked up and down unsure what to do. I cried as I stood in the kitchen staring out of the window hoping that the answer would just magically appear at the front gate. I was about to go back to the bedroom to grab one of his shirts hoping that it still smelled like him when I saw a shadow approaching the gate. Trucks. The silhouette of a man. With a bat. I was out of the door running towards the gate before I knew what I was doing. Negan, followed by a bunch of his men, entered the gates to Alexandria with Lucille on his shoulder and a smile on his lips. "Rick", he said patting him on the shoulder. "I've missed you." "You bastard!", I screamed dashing towards Negan. "Where is he?" "Oh, look who's here as well. Thought ya'd given up by now." Negan grinned at me. "Fuck you", I hissed. "Give him back!"

"Oh, we're cursing now? You're making me blush." Negan was still grinning as he turned around. "Step forward, loverboy", he yelled and I couldn't believe my eyes as Daryl appeared between Negan's men. He was wearing a sweat outfit and looked terrible, but he was alive. And he was so close. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I fought down the urge to run towards him. I wanted to throw myself into his arms, I wanted to kiss him, make sure he was okay and save, but I knew Negan was waiting for one of us to act up. "You see," Negan said shifting the attention back to him. "He's as damn healthy as he can be. I'm takin' good care of your loverboy." He took a step forward and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You know I could do the same for ya." "Give him back, bastard", I hissed through clenched teeth. "Maybe I should teach ya a fuckin' lesson on how to talk to the people owning your goddman life." He pulled me a bit closer tightening the grip around my chin. I knew he just wanted me to flinch, to be scared. "Go to hell", I gnarled before I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. "Maybe we should all calm down again. There's no need for any of this", Rick said squeezing my shoulder. If he wanted to crawl in front of Negan and kiss his ass, fine, but I wouldn't. "Ya should fucking listen to Rick." Negan still wouldn't let go of me, his eyes were on fire. I could see Daryl out of the corner of my eyes. He was staring at me stepping from one foot to the other knowing that we would both be dead if he did anything. "Fuck you", I hissed. "I gotta teach ya a fuckin' lesson after all, don't I?" Negan took a step back letting go of me. "Remind ya of your goddamn place..." "No," Rick gasped behind me. "She's... she's not gonna do anythin'. I promise." "Ya don't think she already did enough?" Negan leaned back on his heels laughing. "She fuckin' did. And ya know the rules." Negan grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the group of men he had with him. "Teach her a lesson. And try not to kill her while I'll have a chat with my friend Rick over here, alright?", he said pushing me towards his men. The first punch landed hard on my chin before I could utter a word of protest. "Oh, and if he acts up, just kill her!", Negan yelled waving as he walked down the street with Rick. I caught a short glimpse of Daryl. The pain in his eyes as he had to watch in order to not get me killed was almost more than I could bare. The knee to my stomach hit me out of nowhere. "It's okay", I mouthed as I sank to my knees. I could taste the blood on my lips. I felt a rib break as one of them kicked me. It was bad but I knew I could take it as long as I was still fighting Negan. "It's okay", I whispered keeping my eyes on Daryl. It was good to see him. At least I knew he was still alive. "It's okay", I whispered again. He nodded before everything around me went dark.

When I woke up again the sun was already rising. I didn't know how long I had slept but the flowers next to my bed told me that it had been more than just a night. Every inch of my body was on fire and I could barely move a muscle. "You should have listened to me", I heard a voice next to me. Rick. I wanted to turn my head but couldn't. The thing around my neck prevented me from moving. "Don't move", Rick stated the obvious. I felt his hand on my arm and much to my surprise he had found an inch on my body that did not actually hurt. "They beat you up pretty bad. Dr. Carson was here." "What did he say?", I muttered as if I cared. "You're gonna be fine. Your ribs are broken and it's gonna take weeks until everything is healed, but if you take care of yourself you're gonna be fine." "Good." "You're not gonna do that again, you hear me? They almost killed you." "I can't let Negan have him, Rick. It's tearing me apart." "You think this is easy for me?" "I don't see you doing anything so... yes, maybe it is easier for you to just accept that we're his fucking property now." "You're wrong", he gnarled standing up. "Am I? Or are you just afraid to admit that he succeeded?" Rick's gaze was sharp as daggers, if looks could kill he would have done what Negan's men didn't, but Rick didn't say a word. He just stared at me for a few seconds before he dashed out of the room. I wondered if I should feel bad for what I said, maybe I went too far.

I must have fallen asleep again as it was dark outside when I opened my eyes. There was a knock on the door. "Come in", I said. My voice was still raspy from sleeping. "How are you?" Carl closed the door behind him and sat next to my bed just as his father had done a few hours before him. "Could be better." I tried to smile but my lips were still too sore. "You really got my Dad going, you know that?" "I'm sorry, maybe I was too harsh." "No." Carl shook his head. "You're right 'bout it. He's stopped fighting 'cause he's afraid. But I'm not." "Carl, no. Don't you dare." "I'm going with Jesus." "You know that I have to tell Rick, right?" I looked him up and down knowing that he was too stubborn to change his plans just because I threatened to tell his father. "Yeah, but it's not gonna stop me. I'm gonna bring Daryl back as well", he grinned knowing that this really was the only thing that mattered to me at the moment. "You're risking your life for nothing." "And you didn't?" "Maybe I did." He had a point. Maybe my behavior wasn't the smartest in order to get Daryl back. Negan wouldn't just hand him over on a silver plate because I told him to. At least not alive. Maybe Carl's plan could work. "You're gonna take me with you?" "Like that?" He looked me up and down. "Hell no. You can barely stand." "When are you going?" "Next time they come with their trucks. I'm gonna hide inside of one of them, they won't even know I'm there. Bulletproof." He grinned. "And by your words I can tell that you're not going with Jesus, right?" "Got me. I'm going alone." I sighed deeply. "I can't convince you to wait, can I?" "No", he stood up squeezing my arm. Unlike his dad he squeezed a particularly bruised part making me flinch. "Sorry", he muttered before he went to the door. He turned around once again with a smile on his lips. "I'm gonna bring him back, I promise." "Thank you", I muttered closing my eyes again.

Negan arrived a day later taking everyone by surprise. I heard muffled voices from outside my room, a woman and a man arguing before the door flew open and Negan walked in with a grin on his face. "They hit ya pretty bad, didn't they?", he chirped turning my head left and right. It hurt like hell but I kept a straight face. He was trying to hurt me, I wouldn't let him. "Ya won't talk to me?" Negan laughed. "Still mad, huh?" "Give him back", I hissed as he sat down on my bed, invading the little space I had for myself. "Ya startin' to annoy me, kid. I was here to offer you a fuckin' deal and that's the only damn thing ya gonna say?" "What deal?" "Mother of God, she can say more than three words." He raised his hands to the ceiling, overdramatic as always. "Probably the oldest fucking deal on this motherfuckin' earth. An exchange. You become my wife and your loverboy's a free man." "That's the deal?" I looked him up and down. He couldn't be serious. "That's the fuckin' deal." He grinned as if this was the best thing that could possibly happen to me. "Go to hell", I muttered glaring at him. "That's all ya gotta say? Seems like ya don't love him that much after all..." "You think he wouldn't fight you if I agreed? You think Daryl would just watch?" I looked him up and down with a scornful snort. "You obviously don't know what it means to love someone." "You know nothin'!", he yelled jumping up. "Oh..." I took a deep breath. My throat hurt from talking but I just had to push him further. "Was she killed? Or did she run away because you're an asshole?" "Shut up!", Negan yelled grabbing Lucille. Lucille..... "Her name was Lucille, wasn't it?" I could see the fire raging behind his eyes, I had found his weak point. "Shut the fuck up!" He raised the baseball bat into the air, ready to swing it down on me when he came back to his senses. A wide grin appeared on his face. "I'm not gonna make it that easy for ya", he hissed through his teeth glaring at me. "Ya gonna beg for me to kill ya." "Fuck you", I gnarled back. "No." The grin on his face grew wider. "Next time we meet, you're gonna do that for me. And you're gonna thank me for it." And with that he was out of the door again. I had found his weak point but I wasn't sure if I could play this card in our favor or if I had just signed my death sentence. Or worse. Knowing that I couldn't stay here any longer I tried to sit up. The pain in my ribs made the world spin and I had to take a few deep breaths before I was sure I wasn't going to lose my consciousness. I couldn't make another attempt at getting out of bed. The door flew open once again revealing a panting Rick. "What have you done now?", he yelled rushing to my side. "Why can't you listen for once?" He looked me up and down. "You can't stay here. We gotta get you to Hilltop for now." "I know", I hissed through clenched teeth. "Lucille..." "What? Now's not the time..." "Probably his wife." "What are you talking about?" "Lucille was...the name of his wife", I pressed out. Now that I was sitting up speaking had become harder. "That's why...." "He can't stand love... 'cause he lost his..." Rick's eyes grew wide before he shook his head. "Doesn't matter now. We gotta get you outta here." "Thank you", I whispered as he helped me up. "For what?" Rick threw a quick glance over to me. We made our way to the door, slow but steady. I could barely walk but being carried outside wasn't really an option for me. I still had my pride. "Helping me. And I'm sorry for what I said earlier." "It's fine." Rick's voice was low. "You were right. We have to fight him." "I was?" "Yeah." He chuckled slightly. "Now let's get you to Hilltop."

The way to Hilltop was hell. I felt every stone and every pothole in my bones and more than once I considered giving in to the darkness lingering around me. Unconsciousness suddenly sounded like a pleasant change to this pain. "We're almost there", Rick said. He seemed concerned as he reached out his hand to feel my forehead. "You're feverish." "I'm fine." "You're gonna go straight to Dr. Carson." "I'm sorry, I fucked up", I said not looking at him. I couldn't. Rick was right, I had been acting foolish and I probably risked way more than just my own life. We all knew Negan didn't take it out on the person acting up, that would've been too easy, too predictable. "It's been long overdue. We gotta fight. I'm glad you reminded me who we are." "You gotta tell Maggie too..." I looked out the window. She had wanted to fight from the very beginning. "I will", Rick nodded. We arrived at Hilltop shortly after followed by Rosita, Carl, Tara and Michonne. We parked the cars outside and walked the last hundred meters. Well, they walked, I not so much. With all the broken bones and bruises it was still hard to set one foot in front of the other. Rick and Michonne did their best to keep me up and together we made it to the gates of Hilltop. Maggie was there, waiting for us. Her eyes were tearful as she approached us. Sasha and Enid were there too. "I'll get Dr. Carson", Maggie said when she saw me. She was calm. Everyone was. There was a deep silence all over Hilltop, the air was heavy. A storm was coming, we could all feel it. Maggie had just turned around to look for Carson when a figure appeared from behind the barn. At first I thought the fever had gotten worse, I was hallucinating. Daryl couldn't possibly be here. But I saw it in his eyes as he recognized me too. He was real. He was here. Alive. "Daryl!", I screamed pushing Rick and Michonne away. I walked as fast as my feet could take me, tears were blurring my vision. "Daryl", I whispered as I collapsed in his arms and the world went black again.

When I woke up the sun was already setting, bathing the small room in a warm orange light. The needle in my vein was itching and right when I was about to pull it out I felt a warm hand on mine. "Don't", he muttered in a low husky voice. "Daryl...." I turned my head just enough to see him. It hurt like hell but seeing him was worth the pain. "I... I thought I wouldn't see you again..." "Me too..." He took my hand in his and breathed a light kiss on my palm. Pretty much the only inch of my body that wasn’t covered in bruises. "I'm sorry", he whispered. "Don't be. You did nothing wrong." "I couldn't protect ya..." "You didn't have to. I knew what was coming." "Ya were so brave." His voice was cracking. "I was just... I don't know what I was trying to do. I just couldn't stand watching you being with them..." "I'm sorry", he whispered again pressing my hand to his lips. "You're here now..." "I had help. Someone... helped me escape." His gaze grew distant for a few seconds as he relived his escape. He shook his head and smiled. "Doesn't matter." "I pissed him off." "What?" Daryl looked me up and down. "Negan... I really pissed him off." "Ya did." A grin appeared on his face. "Don't know watcha told him, but... he was out of his mind." "Told him he can go fuck himself 'cause he won't ever get us apart." "That's my girl", Daryl said as his grin got wider. "Would you mind giving your girl a kiss then? I was... you know.... I missed you", I muttered feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. I wanted to feel his lips on mine so badly. With a short laugh he got up from the chair and slowly brought himself over me careful to not hurt me. When his lips finally touched mine..... "Ouch", I cried feeling my lip with my tongue. The cut wasn't all healed yet. "Sorry", Daryl muttered trying to get away from me. I wrapped my arms around his neck before he could. "Don't be", I mumbled as I pulled him down to me again. The pain was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on mine. "I love you", Daryl muttered between two breathless kisses. In that moment I swore that I would never allow anyone to take him away from me again. And Negan would be the first one to learn that I was the wrong person to fuck with.

[jeaneybean]

The first time they meet face to face is at some fluff event for charity where it’s a hundred dollars a head to get in, more for the in person meet and greets. Father has a special pass due to his work with Bulwark and Jocyan gets autographs from Selkie and Falcon pretty quickly. 

Reliant is even smaller in person than she is on TV and much more mobile. She flits from group to group, never stopping for more than a few minutes to chat or hug or take a quick picture with anyone until she sees Katuar. Then she makes a beeline through crowds towards him and greets him with a warm, familiar hug.

“Hey, Doc! Good to see you here. Poppy just heard from the ranch, Elloise will be back within a week or so.” Reliant beams up at Father, hands stroking down his arms as she pulls away. 

Father straigthens his tie when she pulls away and an easy smile comes over his face. Her energy is catching. “I’m glad to hear it. We’ve had great success in tandem with the ranch before. Ah, this is my son, Jocyan.”

She pulls him into a hug too, little arms sqeezing around his middle tightly. She spots his autograph book and gives him one without being prompted, as well as stealing his phone for a selfie (Which turns out surprisingly well). After that she says quick goodbyes and flits over to another group.

They meet professionally years later; Augment paired up with his boyfriend 

and honestly I can’t think of the right words for this part right now and I’m struggling to write at all, so fuck it, this part is generally Joc working with his dickead b-rank hero and I don’t know there’s a goddman alien invasion and he winds up saving the town by throwing Elus through a spaceship boom

Elus falls asleep on the way home, somehow managing to sprawl in her seat, his lap, and smooshing her face against the window. 

hey a hundred words that’s better than normal

[exitiumparit]

You are my sunshine for Adiri and Dan

@enneads || let me kill your muses || not accepting

Fuck, he looks like a mess.

She sits at the edge of his bed with her knees tucked to her chest. He’s all sorts of haggard and thin, but there aren’t any machines hooked to him. He denied them all--saw the flies and all, afterall. There was no helping this. Death would come eventually, and she’d see him soon after a haunting.

“Now--don’t take my cancer or you’re only going to end up like me,” he wheezed. His voice sounded like it was running through a blown out speaker--all gritty and pieced-apart. She shrugged.

“Wouldn’t even if I wanted to,” she replied, curling back a little farther. The windows were bleeding behind him, coming for him closer and closer. They both shone a little differently; she saw everything in blood, he saw it all in flies.

He laughed at that and there it was with the speaker voice; there was a gritty, mechanical echo to the sound of it like she was in her shitty high school’s auditorium. It was all hooked together, all pieced together--everything felt like everything else.

“Hey, Dan?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“What’s your ghost gonna be like?” There weren’t very many nice ones she’d ever met. Not to really call Dan nice, because he was a goddman fuckup, but...well...He kind of made this psychic bullshit almost bearable. Didn’t want to lose that.

“Wish I could tell you, kid.”

That felt better than some sort of platitude she couldn’t believe.

She didn’t want to be near him when he died, but couldn’t help it--he’d been in her life since she was five years old. Fucking hell, she’d miss him and his shitty looking face. So she, carefully, hesitantly, set her hand on his leg. Comfort or some bullshit. Right?

Ten minutes later, the blood got him.