#would've loved to seen him shoot somebody

[mylifeispainandiloveit]

Jack’s cute little hair curls at the base of his neck>>>

[honeymvnt]

I want it all [18+]

Ethan Hunt x !fem!reader

Words count: 3.4k

A/N: After hearing about the death of every member of his team, Ethan realizes that he’s the only one left alive, or at least this is what he thought before you found him again.

Warnings: Ethan in Mission Impossible 1 is a warning…. Jk, again this is a smut so you know what you’re doing.

This is for my Mav, girl I love you @mqverick 🎀

It was early in the morning when you came back to the apartment where you and the rest of the team settled down to organize the whole mission.

A lot have happened since the beginning of the operation and you couldn't come to think that everyone was dead.

The sequence of events went so fast that you found yourself roaming through the cold streets in the hope that no one was following you, with your thoughts glued on how everything went terribly wrong. The annoying taste of them was leading your mind to think about the only person you knew could've saved himself, Ethan.

It was around four in the morning when you quietly climbed the stairs of the building and the suspense was devouring you and you didn't even want to think about what you had to tell to Kittridge, how to deal with him and what have happened and why you were the only one left alive.

You were so focused on your own reflections, on your fears and preoccupations that you didn't even notice that there were two light bulbs missing from the lamp walls hanging at the end of the hallway.

You approached the room, making sure to be quiet enough not to make any noise but broken glasses echoed through the whole building when you stepped in front of the door.

The glass kept cracking under your feet and you hurried yourself inside to lock the door behind you as fast as you could.

The big room was still, weirdly still like never before. You looked on your left as you caught your reflection on the tall windows that were showing the beautiful Prague in front of them.

Your eyes scanned the area until when you noticed that somebody have been there before you.

"Ethan?" You called him, walking towards the table where his computer was open on some website you've never seen before. You tried to recall where you've seen the logo before but once again your eyes made their way down the book next to it. When you tried to reach for it a hand grabbed your wrist and within a second your back was pressed against the wall and your breath stopped in your throat before your eyes shot open to meet his.

He was alive. You knew it. With a gun pointed right in front of your face and his arm locking you againts the wall as if you were the enemy. He was different from when you've seen him a couple of hours earlier: his eyes were a bit red with such rage that you didn't even recognize yourself. Your heart started to pound against your chest when you noticed that he wasn't letting go of you as you thought he would've.

"Ethan... what are you doing?" Your voice was shaky, your eyes fixated into his while you tried to get rid of his grip but the muscles of his arms tensed even more, his eyes darkened and the gun followed you.

"Turn around" your lips parted, ready to protest but you couldn't believe at what was happening right there. As complicated as the situation was already, you didn't want to upset him even more and so, you did as he ordered you to.

Ethan quickly grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back while the gun was slolwy moved down your back and remained there.

"Who sent you?" His whole body was now against yours, pressing against your back, trying to get an answer out of you, an aswer you didn't even have since that all you did was coming back like the rules say.

"No one..." you replied, trying to understand his position in all of this.

"Bullshit" Ethan said and spun you around to face you again.

"Who the fuck sent you?" You shook your head almost with desperation as you heard the sound of the bullet loading the gun, ready to shoot if needed and you knew you had to make him reason and break whatever defense he was trying to build against you.

"No one, no one sent me" His eyebrows were frowned and his hands were putting even more pressure around your wrists as he dragged you into the bedroom.

"Ethan? I don't understand..." you confessed as he put the gun into his pants and started to move his hands all over you.

"Where have you been?" His voice was against your neck and his hands were having no mercy on your body as they moved from your legs, up to your stomach and under your breasts, looking for something.

"Ethan stop this..." you tried to move away but he didn't let you.

He did not care how far this was going and besides how scared you were and how in disbelief you were about the way he was acting with you, you found it almost arousing.

"Where have you been mm?" He asked you again, turning your body around so you were facing him once again. He held you in place, letting his intense gaze devour you whole, and waited for the answer as if everything in the world depended on it.

"I... I was- looking for you" you said trying to make him reason but he didn't seem open to that and held you with both of his big hands and pinned you down on the bed.

You were almost in tears but the excitement that you were still trying to deny from yourself was even worse. How could you even find something like this attractive? Yet, there you were, almost begging for more but hiding it with tears of fake terror.

"You were looking for me" he said quickly, while his hands moved down your waist and squeezed your hips.

You unconsciously let out a whimper when he did that and his eyes immedialtly looked up towards yours. He tilted his head and a smirk made the corner of his lips curl like you've never seen before. All of this was new to you and you were still trying to process the previous hours you've spent roaming through the streets, hoping to find him alive, safe.

"You were looking for me?" Ethan asked while his hands forcefully spread your legs in front of him and his body was once again pressed against yours.

He was staring down at you, studying every single emotion you were letting out, the slightest noises you were making because of him and you haven't even noticed how hot you felt when he hovered above you in such way.

You swallowed hard and your lips parted to speak, to at least try to ptotest but as humiliating as it was right now, you wanted it, you wanted it real badly and he knew it.

Maybe he knew it all along, before all of this mess, before the whole mission. Maybe he wanted you for so long that the shock of losing you made him so scared and mad that he needed to be like this to have you.

Or maybe he knew something that you didn't and it was hard for him to trust you.

"Not speaking again?" Ethan grabbed your cheeks with a hand and forced you to stare at him "who sent you?" He asked once again but you gave him no answer.

He let go of your face and moved his hands roughly down on you again until when he found the end of your sweater and took it off of your body.

He looked at you and devoured you with those eyes of his as you noticed how his breathing fastened and his hands were desperately trying to touch all of you.

"You like this..." he said frowning when his attention focused on the way your body was responding.

He wasn't happy about it, obviously because he knew there was something wrong going on but you were not talking, you were simply not giving him what he wanted from you.

Ethan held your chin and spoke again with that tone that was making you dripping wet "you like being treated like this" his jaw clenched and your lips parted looking at his.

His hand slowly moved up your cheek and your eyes were not leaving his, not even for a second before he crashed his lips on yours. Never in your life you had such a kiss and only god knows for how long you've been waiting to be kissed by him like that.

He was so fast that without even realizing his hands were holding your thighs around his waist and his lips were roughly kissing all of your body.

You weren't able to form a single sentence nor a single thought besides embracing what he was doing to you.

When his hands reached for your trousers he quickly pulled them down your legs, until your ankles before tossing them away.

His mouth was consuming you in the most lustful way a human can even imagine and you couldn't help yourself but moan his name, bite your lips and wrap your legs around him even tighter.

You both didn't know how desperate you were for each other until now. You didn't know what the hell was going on in this room and how many people were looking for the both of you by now and you didn't care about it, just like you didn't care about how wrong this was, considering the circumstances.

He kissed your lips over and over again, forcing his tongue into your mouth and you weren't hesitanting to let him have you.

"I saw you dying" he said panting, between a kiss and another while your hands moved down his, still clothed, chest.

"It doesn't matter" you kissed him back and took off his shirt before he held your waist and pulled you even closer to his body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and with a swift move you were now on top of him with one of his arms was holding you in place.

"It does matter..." he said after you, looking up at you waiting for an answer but instead, you moved on his lap and spread your legs while your hands undid the buckle of his belt.

"It does..." he continued but a moan escaped from his lips when you kissed his lips again.

"Does it?" You asked confidently now, but when his hands run up your back and his mouth moved down your neck, until your chest, you lost it.

He felt the tension in your muscles and smirked against your skin.

"Yeah...it does" he whispered and his fingers moved along your sides, making their way down your thighs as you shivered and arched you back towards him. You bit your lips at the feeling and your eyes fell shut when he reached the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your thighs.

The anticipation was killing you, making your lungs suffer from the heavy breathing and your mouth wet at the thought of kissing him again. You didn't even want to confess how sensitive you already were just because of all that happened, how quickly it was happening and how insanely attractive he was.

When his cold fingers touched you right where you were needing him the most, without even a warning, your hands suddenly tightened on his shoulders and the moan that you let out made him bite his lips to kill his own.

He spread your wetness all over your folds and you tried your best not to let out a sound , just to prove him that you could've resisted if you really wanted to.

Ethan was watching you, your every expression of pleasure he was causing you, your every movement and sound and you knew he wanted you more, he needed more.

"Let me hear you" he demanded, pinning you down on the bed again, making a moan escape from your lips while his his fingers started to stretch you out and his eyes were locked into yours.

"Fuck-" you said before taking a deep and quick breath

"Yes just like that" he smirked down at you and started to kiss your lips, going lower and lower.

You were struggling beneath him but it was the kind of struggle that turned him on, the kind of effort he liked from you and he was just as good as you imagined at making you sweat for it. Yes you've been imagining this all along and you were craving for it. You were dying to feel all of this, to feel him and the more you thought about how many fantasies you had with him the more you felt turned on by them.

His hands were caressing your skin, gripping on it to make sure to leave a mark afterwards so you had no other choice than stick with him.

"Ethan-" you gasped when he started to slide his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the right spot and make your eyes roll back. Your hips started to move along with his pace until when you didn't even realize that he had stopped moving and you were just riding them yourself.

He watched you with amusement and excitement, feeling his cock throb just at the thought of how tightly you were gripping his fingers inside of you and how wet you were getting after each pump of them.

His hand moved down to remove his boxers and free himself from the struggle.

You kept rolling your hips forward before he wrapped his huge arm around your waist and quickly switched position so you were on top of him again.

He looked up at you with eyes full of thrist for you and all you did was wrapping your arms around his neck and kiss him, bringing your body even closer to his so your chest was pressed against his.

Your hands slowly moved down his torso before you glanced down at him and he captured your lips in his again.

You adjusted yourself on his lap, biting your lips even harder than before, feeling his hard cock right against your stomach.

"Ride it" he said looking up at you and only then you noticed how bright they were, how much desperation he was holding back since the first moment he met you. He would've begged you if needed but as excited and ready as you were, you preferred to save it for another occasion.

You slowly stood up from him and placed both of your hands on his shoulders while his moved up your back, to bring you closer. He gently helped you down on his cock as you bit your lips to kill another desperate moan, trying to let your mind ignore how big he was and just take it as deeper as you could.

"fuck-" he groaned holding your hips in place, breathing heavily against your skin as you whined at how well he was stretching you out, feeling it throb in anticipation when your wet walls started to grip onto him for dear life.

The pleasure was taking over you as your mind was taken away by his images scrolling right in front of your closed eyes before you suddenly felt his hand moving up your stomach to cup one of your breasts and squeeze it lightly.

"Ethan-" you moaned feeling how hot his skin was against yours and how his lips parted when you looked back at him. Your movements became sloppier when he kissed your mouth and moved down to nibble on the skin of your chest while his hand slowly made its way up to the back of your neck.

"C'mon babe" Ethan said breathless as he noticed how much you were struggling to take it but you were so close to the edge, so close to let it go but holding back to make it last longer.

"I can't-" you cried out as your head fell backwards and  your nails dug into his skin before he held you down on the bed once again.

He was still inside of you but he was staring at you, at how beautiful you looked right beneath him, with your cheeks changing shades of pink and your long dark lashes touching the top of your eyes.

"You're so... beautiful" he whispered, bending down to kiss your cheek but moving down your neck to kiss you as if he knew this would've been the first and last time you were doing this.

Your eyes fell shut and all you felt was your body melting within his, the hotness of his skin and the tension in his muscles as he held himself right above you.

"Please Ethan..." you whispered as your hands moved down his arms and his eyes returned to yours and sparkled at your words.

You were trying to read him, to understand what was going on through his mind while he was looking at you like this, if he was even aware of what was going on but his lips were too tempting and you found yourself putting your thoughts aside and kissing him before he started to move back and forth.

"Please?" Ethan asked against your lips as he felt how your grip tightened around his arms and you nodded in response, keeping your eyes closed to savor the moment.

His thrusts were slow and torturous, making yourself wetter and his movements smoother inside you.

“Faster” you moaned and he didn’t hesitate to give you what you asked for.

Ethan sped up his pace, holding you down and hitting the same spot repeatedly to make you arch your back for and more, making your eyes wet with tears and your body burn beneath his.

One of his hands was holding your thigh around him and the other was still holding you in pace as yours were tightening even more around the skin of his arms.

Your chest was rising and falling quickly and the noises he was making were only driving you insane and dangerously close to your break point.

“I wanted you for so long” Ethan said closer to your ear before kissing your jaw and moving down your neck.

His words filled your heart, wrapped around it and squeezed it between your lungs as you felt his love embracing you. You gave in even more.

Your walls clenching over and over again around him, making Ethan’s eyes fall shut and his grasp on you even tighter.

“Me too…” you confessed and watched him move above you as if it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen in your life and it really was.

You felt the knot in your stomach growing uncontrollably as he keep sliding in and out of you, kissing your lips, trying to be as quiet as possible but it was impossible.

“I’m- going to…” you managed to say between a gasp and another but Ethan kissed you and spoke up again before you could.

“Let go for me” the way he made you shiver just with those words was all you needed to reach the peak.

Your lips parted again and tears steamed down your cheeks before he buried his face in the crook of neck and moaned your name.

“Oh god-“ Your walls clenched painfully as you came all over him and he emptied himself inside of you, groaning against your skin and breathing heavily as pleasure washed over the two of you.

He didn’t move away yet and his eyes slowly met yours once again and you really couldn’t help yourself anymore but smile at how they sparkled at you.

Ethan smiled back at you and hugged you as tight as he could.

All the tension that the night had built, all the losses that you both went through, the fear you experienced when you knew everyone didn’t survive and the joy that hit you when you saw that he was still alive, waiting for you with terror in his eyes as if you were a ghost coming back to take him with you or even an enemy… it was all gone.

You held him with all the strength left in your body and his hand stroked your hair, his lips trailed kissed down your neck as he spoke to you.

“I thought I’d lost you” you smiled at his words and tears fell down your cheeks once again.

“You will never lose me” you met his eyes as you cleft your heart talk to him “never”.

He smiled back at you and kissed your whole face, making sure not to leave any spot unkissed before he laid down with you and held you close to him, to make sure nothing could’ve separated the two of you.

“Never”

[millerscoffee]

dancing is a dangerous game | part one

you're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars.

5.5k | joel miller x f!reader

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rating: 18+ MDNI

tw: brief mentions of using your body for trading purposes, you shoot at joel miller????, light dub-con but that goes away quickly

warnings: post-outbreak au. no ellie. angsty smut, semi-dom!reader and dom!joel so that's fun, power struggle, age gap (joel is 56, reader is late 20s or early 30s), enemies to lovers, voyeurism (f watching m), masturbation (m and f), pet names/degrading names (baby, honey, darlin', brat, bitch, slut, etc.), dirty talk, choking, oral (m receiving), fingering, spanking, p in v (unprotected - wrap it up folks), joel is mean but not unkind. no use of y/n.

summary: inspired by "cowboy by me" by our lord and savior taylor swift. this is a post-outbreak world and joel has his own land. think bill, but a little less... deranged. kind of. you essentially are a raider, but make it fashion. when you stalk joel's cabin for the third day, that's when you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.

A/N: hi, i'm bee! this is my first fic on tumblr, and my first stab at this whole stratosphere. longtime listener; first time caller 💅. i was ALSO inspired by an ask i saw on @swiftispunk's page (hi! i love your writing sm??) and kinda just... ran with it. i honestly wasn't anticipating writing stuff during the outbreak, so i apologise if it's not quite right. imagine me living during that time with a tube of lipgloss and one (1) bullet in my pocket just in case. this... may be a series. i don't know yet. see ya! enjoy!!!

The first time you meet Joel Miller is down the barrel of your gun.

You can hear your father's voice telling you 'Back out, girl. Don't get too big for your britches.' Look where that got him. His ashes against your chest in a makeshift pendant necklace, buried by your clothes.

Still, you listen.

"It don't have to be like this," you drawl with index over the trigger guard. You've heard of him. Joel Miller. He's notorious, and even though you've kept to yourself most of your life, his name still roamed throughout the abandoned towns you passed. Someone always owed him, and he always owed somebody.

Your dad would've been older than him, but not by much. You knew of the world before this, was just a little thing. Still, you heard stories undulate from your father's southern voice that mostly left you bored on long days searching for food or shelter. You'd give anything to hear them now.

Part of you died when he did.

You were young when the outbreak happened. Resourceful, your father made it work in raising you. Taught you how to fend for yourself, rely on no one. Which was no easy feat considering how unbelievably stubborn you were. Were? Are.

Maybe he loved you. Maybe it was the chip on his shoulder. The kind of anguish that comes from not being able to give your mother the same kind of life. A promise to her.

Yes, you were young when the outbreak happened, but flashbacks of her getting attacked by a clicker burn you alive at night.

"Y'er on my land." A gruff voice calls you back to reality. Few words for someone who held your life in his hands. His own gun pointing back at you. Of course it would be.

"I was just passin' through." The lie flies through your teeth. You had been circling the place from a reasonable distance for a few days now. Scoping out when this man in front of you was his busiest, when he patrolled, when he slept. This was a heist situation, no doubt about it.

"Bullshit. This s'the third fuckin' time I seen you 'round here. And it's y'er last."

Shit. Fucking shit.

Your eyes dart to the side, really trying to pattern a plan in escaping but your breathing would say otherwise as calm and collected as it was.

In any other situation, you wouldn't be so willing to comply, but considering he's got you cornered and his gun is quite literally cocked and ready to go – you're not exactly in the position to make hasty decisions.

Goddammit if there wasn't something about him that made you nervous.

"Listen. Just was lookin' for somewhere to sleep. It's fuckin' cold and your stables look warm." Your head tilts in the direction of a lone horse's home in a bed of hay, and you're not fully lying. It's not that you have set up camp by any means, but you've noticed.

"We could trade. You give me y'er ammo, and I g–"

"You give me your cock, I get it. You really could be more original." You were used to this. Bartering, some might call it. Living out here on your own was dangerous, and running into men who wanted to use your body in order to get supplies wasn't that uncommon. If they were that kind, even. You'd heard the horror stories.

Albeit, most of these men met your gun in the end. Enabling you acquire their supplies, keep all yours, and your dignity. Win/win.

"...I give you the pleasure of livin' another day. Really? Y'think it's that easy?"

There was something in the way Joel says this that makes you grateful for the jacket you're wearing. Goosebumps prickle your skin, bile creeping up your throat and you will it back down again. Y'think it's that easy? As if he thought you wanted it.

If circumstances were different, you'd be rubbing the crimson off your cheeks. Flashing him a sheepish grin in an attempt to resolve whatever misunderstanding there was... but this wasn't the environment to elicit such conversation.

And you weren't that type of person to begin with.

Instead, your index sweeps from guard to trigger when you fire off at his leg. Hasty decisions be damned. You're quicker than him, so why're you tryin' to save him? You're a 'shoot to kill' type of person, and as the bullet grazes past his calf – part of you wishes you had.

Because not only did your bullet not make contact, Joel gets worse. You two lock eyes. His rifle is thrown over his shoulder as he grunts and walks perfectly fine over to you – despite the way his eyebrows knit together, jaw ticked. Was that a grin? Do something, anything – run.

Joel grips the nape of your neck, and you yelp in surprise.

Who the fuck does this man think he is?

His large hand eclipses your wrist as he maneuvers the gun from your hand. The action makes you writhe in pain, and it sends a shiver down your spine to know he's only using an ounce of his power.

You dig your elbow into his ribs despite him stronger than you. Stomping, kicking, punching anything you can find.

"What the fu–"

"Little girl, you picked the wrong one." His breath edges at the shell of your ear, and every sign should be pointing for you to hate this, but it almost feels familiar. Like yourself. It's only then when you worry.

---

You don't realise it, but Joel is pushing you inside his cabin. Keeping your head in direction of the ground, thud of the door heard somewhere behind you.

"You want to be treated like a big girl? Get these fuckin' pants off."

"What... what? No I'm fuckin' not–"

Joel chews up the space between you when he pushes you to the nearest wall. Your back at his chest, a cheek flush against the cabin's support.

Pine, tobacco, and whiskey fill your senses and you bite back the urge to whimper. He wouldn't see you like that.

"You're not? That why you were watchin' me jerk off last night? 'Cuz you don't wanna give it up?"

That alone makes blood creep up your neck and spill over your cheeks. You have to squeeze your legs together to quell the ache.

It was lonely on your own.

Most nights were spent half asleep on a cold, hard surface. Tired and hungry more days than not. You don't remember the last time you got a hot meal, much less been touched. So when you heard Joel's low grunts coming from the window (a window from a cabin you don't know quite yet that he built with his own hands) you become intrigued.

It's in this moment you're certain it must have been the rustling of branches just outside his room. You remember it happening last night, cursing to yourself for making noise. His fist stalled around the girth of his fat cock before spilling his seed over his stomach. As if that is what caused him to come.

It makes sense now, and it equally causes you to become dizzy and filled with rage. You bite your bottom lip, unable to think of a response.

"Mouthy thing ain't got much to say now. Now c'mon. I ain't taking these off you, doin' it y'erself." More of a warning, Joel lets up on his grip on you, but you're defenseless. No weapons, no pack. He's got your world in his hands.

With the newly found space between the two of you, you turn around – back of your head against the wall as your eyes find the other set for, perhaps, the first time. And they're deep. Deeper than you were aware of. Dark, impossibly round. Wrinkles reside on the sides of them, and if you knew any better, you wouldn't admit they were doing something to you.

But not only are you stubborn, you're too forthright to beat around the bush.

"I shot at you, and you want my cunt? You must be lonelier than I a–"

"Now."

Your words don't match your actions as your hands fall by your sides. Fingers play with zipper of your old, faded jeans that have seen better days.

You can't help but snicker an awkward laugh from how he's just watching you. Insecurities rise when you realise you're not laughing at him, but more his eyes on you. How intense it feels suddenly. He wants this. Wants you.

His eyes draw impatiently, broad frame leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed.

"Ain't got all day. Still considerin' your death."

His arms. Bulging through the fabric of his shirt, his body was built in a way that you could tell he worked with his hands... maybe in his past life, too. Throat dry, you shimmy out of your pants until you're left in your cotton panties.

Ones that you are becoming more aware the condition of. A small pool of wetness forming at the core of you clings to the fabric.

"Top, too."

Is that? It is. Your eyes wander down to see the growing bulge in Joel's pants. Not even the hem of his flannel could hide it. Sure, you'd seen it in its full form the night before, but that was with distance and without the heat rising between the two of you.

You bite your lip without hesitation, pulling the layers of jacket and a handful of tops onto the ground until you're bare. The cool air passes over your nipples and wills them into stiff peaks.

"Ain't you somethin', baby."

That's the first time Joel Miller draws a shaky exhale out of you. All from a single sentence.

When Joel steps over to you, that calm and collected breath is nowhere to be found. Your chest rises and falls at a random pattern, feeling more and more naked by the second as his clothes are completely kept on his body. A purposeful tactic.

He bends down to collect your clothes along with everything else that yours, and you are truly at his will. So busy on the precipice of pleasure that you don't even think about trying to get away.

"Stay."

"Ain't a dog." You glare, standing with your legs brushing together.

"Then quit actin' like a bitch. And quit movin', I'm gettin' to you."

It shuts you up quick, jaw snapping shut. You're certain if he told that to anyone else they'd be reduced to tears, but you can take it. It coils a heat inside the pit of your stomach that you've never felt. Causes your clit to feel as if it's on fire from the need to touch it.

Joel turns on his heel to walk away and it's as if you're able to breathe fresh air from the humidity he brings. You notice he's putting your things and his rifle away on his kitchen counter before coming back to you. He must really trust his ability to keep everything out like that.

Then again, have you even moved in the last five minutes?

The last thing he is, is worried.

You're able to look around, if only for a moment. Though, is it really looking? Your adrenaline is pumping, pupils blown from the fact that not only are you in the house you'd been stalking... you're about to fuck the man in it. And you almost tried to kill him. You definitely didn't miss on purpose. Couldn't have.

All the same, the cabin was nice, and you could take in briefly the light wood – old and weathered. A record player in the corner beside a guitar. This stuff could get you a lot in return, but for whatever reason that doesn't even cross your mind. Maybe your heart beating in your ears is a handy distraction to keep you walking the line.

Your eyes track the rugged man instead.

---

"Here's how this is gonna go," he announces, coming back to you and not phased that you haven't moved a muscle. "You are gonna take your ass over there on the couch. You're gonna make me come, then you're gonna go. Understand?"

"Well... I guess it is that easy."

Your bratty mouth getting you in trouble again. As if you're in the position to say anything. Naked as you are.

---

Joel's jaw ticks forward in a way that makes you feel fear, yet there's a direct correlation between it and the slick gathering between your folds. The same wide hand that gripped the nape of your neck wraps around the front of your throat while he pushes you against the wall, and your shoulders slump – all but folding instantly.

His mouth is inches from yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Listen here. I've been real kind to you. Coulda killed ya day one, tryin' to steal my shit like that. Was gonna be real kind in where I fucked ya, too. Now we're gonna fix that mouth a'yours and fast. Knees. Now." You soon come to know this isn't a suggestion. It's not even a warning. It is what's happening.

It's in the way Joel's hands guide you down onto your knees. He goes for his belt and you hear and see that distinct clang of metal untangle before your very senses. Your mouth waters instantly, teetering into fully giving into this struggle of power.

Joel's hands are calloused. You can tell he takes care of them, but that doesn't hide the wear and tear. Specifically on his fingertips. They grip your jaw roughly, and you choke back a moan as your mouth hangs open pliantly from this. Every nerve ending buzzing to be touched.

"Where'd that bratty girl go, huh? You done bein' big and bad – wanna be a slut, don’tcha?"

Your eyelash splay along your cheeks as you nod, and you feel his grip tighten, tugging your chin up higher.

"Look at me. You want this cock? I need your words. Tell me you wanna be a slut."

You're not sure when it happens, but hot tears run down your cheeks as everything comes to a head. Your body is trembling with raw desire right at your fingertips, just within reach. You can't hold back anymore, it physically hurts to.

"I wanna be a slut for this cock... please."

"Fuck, even a please. Oughta eat you out for that, sugar. Maybe next time."

Your brain is swimming at the thought. Next time?

With his free hand, Joel sets his cock free from his jeans, giving a satisfying smack to his abdomen quickly. No need for another piece of fabric keeping him from getting what he wants as you soon take note he isn't wearing boxers.

There's no denying what you're met with as you get to view it from this close. Joel Miller has a pretty cock. There's a soft, but bulging vein on the underside to match how big and thick it is. The rosy tip greets you, and it's the first time you get to see how much you've turned him on.

Your mouth is drooling while it's pried open and meets the tip of him. A moan from you is instantaneous, yet feels so distant from yourself, it doesn't affect you until much later. The taste of his precum coats your tongue as he slips past your lips and it's all you can experience. Your moans slip in and out of the sloshing sounds of your mouth. Keeping your hands by your sides, you don't tempt to touch him in fear he would pull away, so instead you twirl your tongue around his leaking head. Bob your head up and down in a slow, but sultry rhythm that causes him curse under his breath. He's not stoic above you, he's reacting.

He's clawing for every last bit of the upper hand.

"S'a lot, innit, babygirl? That's alright, you can take it." It's then you can sense Joel's guard slipping. Could be the fact that your mouth is suctioned perfectly around the length of his cock, but his voice gets damn sweeter the longer you go like this. His hips also have no problem in thrusting shallowly every now and then to knock the drool off of your dripping chin.

Even if you could form a thought, you don't know you would.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it out of your face as you maintain eye contact. Intuitive in your approach, he told you to look at him earlier, so maybe he likes it? The groans filling the room lead you to believe you are correct. It feels so removed from who you were moments before: snickering because his gaze felt intimidating. Now, his pupils are blown as they pour into yours and his neck hangs back when your mouth makes those pretty, sloppy popping noises – testing your gag reflexes as you will them to relax.

It's way more intimate than anything you've ever done with anyone you've ever been with, and this stranger is pulling it out of you. Within the mess your brain is in, you remind yourself if you want to stop you can, and not a bit of you does.

The hot tears that were once down your cheeks swell in your eyes once more, but this time from the sheer size of him. You moan vibration after vibration against him, shifting and pushing your cunt against your calf, thigh – anything to feel some sort of friction.

He lets out a growl when he notices you, "Honey, if it's that bad, touch yourself." If your cheeks weren't red before, they are now.

It's him calling you out, slight embarrassingly, but not letting up with his hips. It's the way the embarrassment builds the fire in the pit of your belly. It's your hand pushing inside your panties at the sound of his command. And it's you practically choking on his cock from the gasp you let out through your nose – stunned at how wet you are.

Your fingertips barely brush over your clit when you notice the slick collecting, bubbling right at the very top of your slit and slutty moans fall out of you. Your eyelids droop as you try to keep your gaze up to Joel, but the way your fingertips roll over the hood of your clit in satisfying circles sends you over the edge way quicker than you anticipate.

"Shit, baby. Just like that. You filthy thing, can't hold off another minute longer, can ya? Need it right fuckin' now."

The sound of Joel's deep voice looms overhead as you come completely undone.

Unable to stop yourself, the suction on his cock pops free for a moment. Your moans hitting the air as your eyes roll back. Your body rushing to find each wave of pleasure roll off your back. Joel's cock still nestled in your mouth, but his hips still. "Goddamn, look at that little slut come out. Such a needy fuckin' kitten."

When Joel makes sure you've ridden it out, he pulls his cock from your mouth. Your body feels weak despite how eager your mind is now, face-to-face with Joel's cock, you watch as his scarred hand glides your saliva over his length entirely. It puts you in a trance, quickly getting out of it when he taps his cock against your cheek. "Pretty kitten want this? C'mon."

If your moans felt foreign to you, you don't even know what to do with yourself at the twinge of a grin that spreads on your face. The sheer audacity of his taps right against your fucking cheek. Orgasm-drunk, you shuffle to your feet and Joel has no problem in tossing you – finally – to the couch.

Your back is to him while the front of your body brackets the width of his couch, arms hunched over the back of it, knees dig into the cushions. You're grateful for the lack of eye contact in this position as it gives you a moment to press your face into your bicep, an attempt to collect yourself. But all of it obsolete when you sense Joel's presence at your ass.

His body heat unmistakable to miss. You bite at your own skin, neck craning to behind you to watch him.

"Shit, darlin', look at you. Ass up like this like y'er in fuckin' heat for me." You whine at the fact his clothes are still mostly on, and you know he must be sweating underneath them, but he won't give it to you like that. Not yet, 'maybe next time'. "You know I can't go any further 'til you get a spankin'. Need to be punished for tryin' to hurt me like that. For tryin' to take my things. Ain't right. Need you to learn your lesson."

Where are you? A part of you knows this is a tactic. That Joel is lulling you into a position you can't say no to. It already shows itself in how you're splayed on his couch. Yet, you can't find the person you were before you stepped into the cabin. Not yet, not like this. You nod weakly, and Joel swipes the cotton undies down to your thighs so quickly the rush of air cools the heat of your folds. A flutter runs through you.

"Count. To ten. If you don't, we start over. Say, yes sir."

"Y-yes... sir. Yes sir."

A searing, mind-numbing spank wallops over your ass and it causes your hips to jut forward. Whimper hitting the top of your throat, you almost, almost, forget to count. Everything in your senses distracting you from completing the simplest tasks such as fucking counting.

"O-one." Another. "Twooo." And again. "Th-three!"

You start sniffling by the third smack of his wide hand, and you hear mocking sniffs behind your head. "Aww, pretty baby can't take the hurt she tries to give to others? That must be really tough. Y'heart's bleedin' all over my couch, honey."

Your cheeks burn, you really feel sorry for what you've done. Or at least, what you were planning to do.

The next spank leaves a welt of Joel's handprint across your skin. "FOUR!" Your body begins to feel weak, sliding against the couch, you know talking back is useless as you silent tears stream into your arm.

There are six more blinding slaps to your ass by the time he's done with you, and you feel him pull back when he's through. You imagine him wringing his palms, the roughness of them. You begin to wonder if that's how they got to be so weathered, and pretend not to be weirded out by the ache of jealousy.

"Y'know for somebody whinin' the whole time, your pussy is just droolin' from that," any narrative you wandered off with disappears in its replacement of Joel's fingers gathering slick between your folds. No announcement, just go. It was just within reach, feeling him inside you. You ride the shudder your body makes, licking your lips as you realise the unspoken rule is free and you can speak. "N-need it. Need your cock, please... please." "Need it, and you don't even know my name?" His index and middle finger waste no time in pressing into your aching core. Sounds of your wailing mix with his words as he lurches over, lip close to your ear. "Or maybe you do already."

"Please, please, please," your fingertips grip for the worn fabric of his couch while your hips that try to jut back are quickly halted by his other palm, a strong stopper at the base of your spine. "Not 'til you tell me my name." "I-I don't know. I don't know it, I swear." Joel's thick fingers slip completely out of you and you mewl pathetically, pussy clenching around nothing and he can see every last detail of it behind you. "Last fuckin' time, better tell me the truth." "It's Joel," you cry, hips pushing back against the resistance as much as possible. Anything to be filled again. "Joel. Joel. Joel. I was... I was– I don't know anybody. Not with anybody, I swear! Joel, I swear. Please! Just grew up hearin' your name. I swear on my life, Joel, please! I know I lied, didn't think you'd believe me."

You don't know why you're begging like your life depends on it, but your pleasure surely does, and there's a longer pause than you want lingering behind you. As if you can palpably feel Joel contemplating whether you're being truthful or not. But if there's one thing about you, aside from this moment in this compromising position: you don't answer to anybody.

Joel's cock bottoming out inside of you at the drop of a hat is confirmation enough that he believes you.

And you not only wail, but scream at the stretch and irresistible contact that punches you straight to your gut – right where you can feel the tip of him. Half-moon prints dig into your hips by his short fingernails when he grabs ahold of you and you're on your forearms, head hanging between your shoulders. Your panties keep your thighs straying too far apart if there is such a thing.

"This what you wanted when you watched me?" Joel grips your torso now, pulling you closer to him as you become more upright, his cock more accessible to the spongy spot inside of you and your nipples stand erect, eyes rolling back as it takes all of you not to rest your head back against his shoulder, and you fail. Hard. Your occiput makes contact with his shoulder. Joel brushes your hair back to the side, lips graze but never fully touches the column of your neck. "Thought about this tight cunt last night. Left the window open on purpose, but you knew that already, didn't you, pretty girl? Clever little thing and so fuckin' dirty."

Joel's hand snakes around the front of you, spreading your folds as he dives his fingers over your glossed-over clit your wetness claimed and that sends a whine off of your depraved lips. "That's it, honey. Show me what this cock does to ya. Makes you downright brainless from how well you take it." While his skilled fingers, toy with your clit, the other set of digits graze over your breasts on their way up to your mouth. You take them inside the warmth of your wet mouth easily, rolling your tongue over the digits until you can only focus on the white hot pleasure beginning to boil over. You keep his fingers between your teeth, a faint realisation that you can taste yourself on them. That's what does it.

His hips are relentless as they pound into you, the repetitious slaps of his skin against yours, of his balls tapping your cunt again and again sends you into a place that he knows you're approaching when you tighten and pulse.

"Y'know how tight and wet you feel around me, darlin'? Never had a fuckin' cunt like this. Let it out, let it out, just like you wanna. Just like you did last night around your fingers. Nothin' like this cock though, and you know it now, don't you? Oh, fuck yeah– thaaat's it. Look at you." "Joel... Joel!!!" Joel talks you through it, sending your body diving off the cliff that is your second orgasm. The undeniable gush of your fluids around his cock. His name stays stuck at the your tongue, the constant thud of it vibrates your lungs.

It starts at the attention on your clit. The raw bundle of nerves send signals outward as it spreads down your legs, up your stomach, to your nipples and down your spine. Your brain feels effervescent, toes curl, and it comes back again right to your heart. Your beating heart, wild, and every moan, whimper, scream that comes from you sounds like it is from someone else's chest. But it's yours, and you know that when you start to feel hazy, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

"Good for my cock after all. Ain't ya, baby? Shit."

Your torso leans forward while your cheek rests on the top of your hand that's gripped on Joel's couch, and your body is relaxed and fucked. Comfortably silent, just the way Joel would want you. His cock slips out of you, unable to stop the slew of grunts and groans that acts as an anchor to keep you from slipping under. You lick your lips, looking back at him with a nod, unable to stay silent for long. That struggle of power coming back for vengeance. "That's right. Come all over this ass you ruined. See those handprints? Dirty fucking man, you just met me. Show me how much you enjoyed doing that."

That's as far as you get when you feel the heavy streams of his hot, white come rope over your skin, and for someone who is no position to be smug, you sure do have a shit-eating grin on your face. Pure, and the simplest thing the two of you accomplish.

Joel shakes his head, shallow breaths become him as he staggers back and you pretend not to notice. "Gonna kill me, kid."

"Almost did."

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You don't know why, but neither of you hold the promise of you leaving right away. You linger, both of you half naked and spent. You take your time cleaning yourself off, slipping your clothes back on. Day becoming night.

You tiptoe into the living room where Joel is unfurled on his couch. His eyes are closed, the back of his head inches away from where the two of you just had sex.

Planning your goodbye, you sit at the edge of the couch cushion, knowing he wasn't really asleep. Just restin' his eyes.

"I am sorry...," you finally say into the dimly lit room, pangs of annoyance fizz at your tongue for even apologising. For shooting him, for trying to steal from him. All of it.

It's not his fault. It's just how you are.

This is dichotomous in relation to your eyes. They're bleary when a yawn pulls deep from within you. As if rest had been climbing up to the surface this entire time.

"Maybe you should be apologisin' 'bout your shitty aim. Could teach you a thing or two." Joel's eyes remained closed, arms crossed. If you could let yourself experience this, you would notice how soft he looks in this moment. Instead, your stomach is recoils in fight or flight.

You're glad he can't see you swallow the knot in your throat.

There was no magical solution for your life, and a part of you wishes you hadn't chosen his cabin to raid. You wish you hadn't met him, because now you could feel yourself want to notice the small things in him. Already.

You felt it dangerous to let anything that close to you.

You scoff to play it off, giving his chest a light shove and very accidentally getting lost in the light landscape of hairs that resides at the top of his flannel. "I could teach you a thing or two." A pathetic response for a pathetically spent human.

"We could both teach each other," he resigns and you're grateful he doesn't point out your lack of wit for how worn out he's made you. Perhaps the smugness settles in the things he doesn't say. Really, it's in what Joel spouts off next that throws you upside down.

"S'why you should stay. One month. That's it."

"Excuse me?"

"Didn't stuttered," your eyes roll and somehow, despite Joel's own being shut, he tuts his teeth. "Don't roll your eyes at me, little girl. You need a place to sleep. Besides, I could use an extra set of hands. Way I see it, best offer you've had in a while. Got a shelf life, though. Don't like to wait."

A part of you is suspicious, and if this man didn't make sure you orgasmed twice, you would suspect yourself to be dead within a matter of minutes.

There's something true about him, though. You're unwilling to look at it directly, but you trust him.

"Fine."

"Gonna need clearer confirmation, darlin'. Really need you to want this if you're gonna stay with me." He knew exactly where to press.

"Fuck, I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. I want to stay with you. One month." You try to ignore the grit between your teeth as speak, but your shoulders eventually soften. And you really do mean it. It's just... you're hardened from years of misplaced trust.

Your hand goes to the pendant around your neck subconsciously.

Joel either doesn't notice, or gives you the space.

You're grateful either way.

"That's that, then."

If anyone could understand the concept, it's Joel.

"That's that."

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Flufftober 2024 - Day 7: Protective

Layton is a turning point in the relationship between Ice and Mav. Sure, they still bump their heads and challenge each other boundlessly but they are friendly now. Maybe even more, sometimes it seems like it. Mav isn't sure. He only knows that if he wants to spend time with Ice, he has to spend time with Slider, too. That's just how it is. Ice and Slider are a package, you only get both - or none.

Mav doesn't know what to make of it at first, what to make of Slider, that is. He's a dickhead and loud and boisterous - all of that in a good way though. He's also goofy and funny and… even cute. That you only get to see when he’s friends with you and the more time Mav spends with him, he realizes it's not just Ice's company he seeks. It's also Slider’s. He misses him when he's not around, just like he misses Ice when he's not there. By then, it's pretty obvious to everyone around them that two plus one have become three, a unit, inseparable. He had been one with Goose but he hadn't seen it coming with Ice and Slider, at least not so soon after.

But somehow it actually is Goose, though, who brings them even closer together. One night, the three of them are watching a movie, almost huddled up together on Slider's not-made-for-three-people couch. The whole situation isn't anything special, the movie is good, Mav feels comfortable between his two friends, when suddenly his brain takes a leap and he can't help but think how much Goose would've loved the movie. He tries to blink the tears away that instantly shoot into his eyes. He tries to keep his breath steady. He tries to pretend that everything is fine.

Next thing he knows, though, is Slider pausing the movie and Ice placing his hand on Mav's shoulder, big and warm and gentle and making his floodgates open completely.

“We miss him, too,” Ice whispers, while Mav can't hold back the tears anymore.

“Yeah,” Slider agrees, rubbing Mav's knee soothingly. His soft voice is a stark contrast to his usual loudness. “So much.”

It's only then that Mav realizes that they understand. They've been friends with him, too. They had been there when it happened. They understand - knowing that calms him down instantly although it doesn't stop the stream of tears running down his cheeks. But Ice and Slider hug him and guide him through his wave of grief.

Later, when Mav's tears have subsided and they have finished watching the movie, this becomes the first night in which the three of them share a bed and when Mav wakes up from a nightmare with a start, sitting up straight, his whole body quivering and a new stream of tears running down his face, it's Ice and Slider who put their arms around him again.

“Shh, it's all okay,” Slider mumbles. “We’re here. You're safe.” He cradles the back of Mav's head, gently runs his fingers through his messed up hair.

“You're not alone,” Ice adds, rubbing Mav's back and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“We protect you,” Slider says from the other side, shuffling a bit closer and kissing his temple.

“We protect each other,” Ice expands on Slider's words. He takes Slider's free hand, one of Mav's and joins them together with his, resting them on Mav's thigh.

It's the first time they share that kind of affection with each other, this kind of touch, this kind of intimacy. Ice gently thumbs his tears away and Slider softly kisses his cheek. Mav doesn't complain, not at all.

Months and years later, they all will agree that this was the night they became more than friends, their anniversary, and when somebody asks how they got together, they all answer, without a doubt but with smiles on their faces, that it was Goose's merit.

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[saintetheldredablogshorrormovies]

so ive watched episode 2 of hannibal (fungi murders) which of course first of all like the first is so utterly brilliant. and i think its fitting that they dropped a flannery o'connor allusion in this episode. cause this show is so incredible at portraying the complete and honest ugliness and neediness of human impulses and desires (how lonely are we all really deep down? if the fungi shit is anything to judge by the answer to that might be pretty frightening). just like what made her name. i bet the writer/s loved her and im sure shed be proud

and this is important i think cause an idea that comes from flannery o'connor, at least in the way i read and interpret her, is that there might be more honesty in the object after its been utterly emptied and drained and deprived of meaning than there is in the living thing. i think this runs through her texts but i guess the most direct, impactful and famous way she expressed it is in possibly her most famous quote, from the short story "a good man is hard to find," when a murderer says:

"she would've been a good woman, if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life" (as in, people are only good, honest, just, when theyve been emptied of all pride on the verge of death)

this was kind of her contribution to the southern gothic in my eyes. the idea that god is found in the ugly, unfiltered, destructive, and everyday things, and any refinement or politeness just takes us further from him

we've just seen two killers in succession kill people in the name of expressing their love for them/forming a deeper connection with them. are they just plain stupid for doing something so counter-intuitive? well, theyre immoral obviously, but in the logic of the show, theyre not JUST crazy i think. cause people arent honest when theyre alive. they cant be. if we were honest with ourselves about the darkest most vulnerable parts of ourselves, maybe wed do some really fucked up things. idk maybe we wouldnt but people have certainly suggested as much (eg freud)

i think this is what the cannibalistic compulsion for the human flesh is going to come from. will is a person who is adverse to therapy, seemingly cause he doesnt like people just pretending they can understand his mind from the outside. both hannibal and will bond over that in their interactions, their valuing honesty much higher than pretension. how long till that turns into the impulse to know the body emptied of meaning in its truest form (by eating it)

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Forever Goodbyes

Previous

Natalia was steaming with rage, but she had caved, going with the others.

Daryl lifted a manhole, leading to the sewers, he threw a rock in it, listening for it to drop as Alexandria continued to be blown up, walkers were following the fire as though it were a beacon.

Tara was the first to go down the ladder after Daryl, then Rosita.

"I'm sorry." Dwight told Michonne and Natalia. "I am."

"Shut up." Natalia said through her teeth. "Nothing you have to say is worth a damn."

He then went down the ladder, Natalia went after.

"Michonne." Rosita called, when she continued to stand there, staring.

"Michonne, come on." Natalia told her. "Michonne!"

Then they were submerged in darkness, she had pulled the cover over.

"Michonne!" She went to climb up the ladder.

"No, baby, come on." Daryl pulled her down, off the ladder, muttering to her as he led her and the others to where the rest were. "she's gonna be alright, she's got this. She's gonna be alright."

They had reached them. Everyone was there, everyone was safe, Carls plan had worked.

When she had seen Carl, she had ran to him, hugging the boy, he was a lot taller than the first time they had met, towering over her now.

"Carl, oh god! You're okay." She brushed his hair down.

He winced in pain, but hugged her back.

"Carl, you okay?" Daryl asked, looking at him.

There was no colour in his face, a sheen of sweat over him, he looked ghostly pale and ill.

Natalia pulled away, looking at him, placing the inside of her wrist against his forehead.

"You're burning up." She said. "What happened?"

He looked down, shaking his head.

"Carl." Her voice shook.

Daryl grabbed Judith, picking her up, holding her close, whilst he hugged Evie to him.

"When I told you I was helping somebody, it's him." He nudged his head at a man who was sat on a cabin bed, supplies around him, he looked sad. "Siddiq, this is Natalia, one of my best friends."

The man nodded at her, but she didn't take her eyes off the boy.

"I was helping him, that's when it happened."

Natalia helped him sit down as he caught his breath.

Carl lifted his shirt, a plaster was on his side, he pulled it down, displaying a bite, a walker bite.

Natalia felt her chest hurt at the sight, as her lip trembled.

"It's gonna be okay." He was trying to console her as he was dying, it made her heart hurt even more.

Natalia kissed his hair.

"I'm so sorry." She told him. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Where's Michonne?" He asked.

"I- I think she went to go look for your dad, their gonna come back, they'll be here, soon." She told him, she wiped at her cheeks, her hands shook.

"I'll wait for them, you should be with Evie and Daryl." He told her. "It's gonna be alright." He told her, again, she didn't believe it.

"I love you." She told him. "You're the bravest person I know. You're so good. The best, best friend."

"I love you, too." He told her. "I'm glad you didn't shoot Daryl in that house, and you joined us. I'm glad I get to say goodbye." He smiled.

"He's lucky you were there, you and Judith." She laughed, but nothing was funny. "Otherwise I would've." She hugged him again, kissing his cheek.

Eventually she had picked herself up, kissing his hair, taking the boy in, before heading back with the others.

Daryl was sat on the floor, Judith in his lap as Evie cuddled into his side.

He looked up at her, nodding his head for her to sit with them.

Natalia poked Evie, signalling for her to get up, so that she could sit down, pulling the girl into her lap as Daryl wrapped an arm around his wife, kissing her hair.

Evie looked at her, wiping her tears away and kissing her head, just like she had always done to her.

"Thank you, baby." She whispered.

Eventually, Rick and Michonne had come down, the sewers had remained in silence since the realisation of what happened to Carl, all had found the opportunity to say their goodbyes to the boy.

Her heart broke as he had revealed to his father and Michonne, his fate, she knew the ache of losing a child, it was a pain that would never go away, no matter how much time passed.

Explosions continued to go off as they sat with him.

"I- I don't..." Rick started.

"Dad."

"How..."

"...Dad... It's alright. It's gotta be. I wasn't sure if you'd make it back before... But just in case, you know... I wanted to make sure I was able to say goodbye." He handed Michonne a pile of letters.

"No. It's them. It's them." Rick said. "They... They don't... It wasn't..."

"Carl." Michonne muttered.

"No. No." Rick refused.

"I got bit." Carl told him.

Natalia screwed her eyes shut as she sniffled, Daryl's arm around her tightened, he was in pain, but there wasn't much anyone could do, he had to be there for his family.

"I was bringing someone back. His names Siddiq." Carl told Rick. "We saw him at that gas station before... It wasn't the Saviours. It just happened. I got bit."

Siddiq had given up his bed for the dying boy, the fever was setting in, he didn't have long left.

"Is that better?" Michonne asked him.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"I, um, I got these." Siddiq offered a bottle of pills to them. "They're over-the-counter, non-steroidal anti-inflammatories. They'll, um... They'll help a little with the fever. They did for my mom and dad. Please take them." Siddiq's voice broke as he spoke to the parent's of the boy who had risked his life for him. "Your son... he should have them."

"You're a doctor?" Rick asked.

"I was a resident before. Yeah." He answered.

Evie sat up at this, looking at the man, taking in what he had said.

"Your name is Siddiq?" Rick continued.

"Yes."

"Did you know he was a doctor?" Rick asked Carl. "Is that why you brought him back?"

"He wasn't gonna make it alone. He needed us. That's why."

"He was the one at the gas station" Rick whispered.

Another explosion went off, causing rubble to fall down, Rick covered Carl as he started choking.

Natalia put her hands above the two girls heads, making sure nothing fell on them, whilst Daryl did the same to her.

"Water. Give him water." Michonne said, as Carl continued to cough.

"Easy. You got it." Rick said as he drank. "Slowly, slowly."

Michonne got up, spinning around and marching towards Dwight.

"Make it stop." She told him. forcing him to the wall. "Make them stop."

"I can't" He told her.

"You can" She said. "You're one of them. They'll listen to you. Please. Please."

Rosita got up, walking to Michonne, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You said that Hilltop's safe." She said, looking at the man.

"Right. Yeah." He nodded.

"We need to get everybody there. We can get Carl there."

"And they think all of you got away in the woods. They're out there, looking."

"They saw us go West, so we won't go West." Tara told him.

"Your best chance is to stay here until they're gone." Dwight pushed.

"No. They find us here, we're dead." Daryl said, cradling Judith to him.

They're almost done. They gotta be. It wasn't about destroying the place. They don't have the ammo for that. After they let up, after they're gone, that's when we go."

"Okay." Rosita said. "We wait."

More explosions went off.

"You sure going to Hilltop's the best plan?"

"You got a better one?"

"All of you in one place, together..."

"All of us together." Daryl cut him off. "We'll be their worst damn nightmare."

Natalia looked up at him.

She reached up kissing his cheek, then Judith's.

Her arms were around Evie, as she hugged her tightly, as they all stood, waiting.

"Sounds like they're letting up." Scott said.

"Looks like you were right." Rosita looked at Dwight. "They're leaving."

"Maybe." Daryl turned to them.

He passed Judith to Natalia, who took her in her arms, she was quick to cling to the woman, as he walked towards Rick and Michonne.

"Want me to go take a look?" He asked.

Natalia followed after him, giving Rick his daughter as she sat with Carl, Michonne had gone to see what was happening as Daryl walked through the sewers.

"Hey." She whispered, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Hi" He smiled up at her. "I wrote you a letter, Michonne has it."

"Thank you." She nodded.

"You're a great mom, Nat." He told her. "I know you were one before Evie, I found stuff you hid, around your house, and I could just tell."

She closed her eyes.

"She's in good hands with you, I know she's gonna be one of our best doctors, you should have her be Siddiq's apprentice, like she was with Denise. When this is all over, and you build Alexandria back."

"Yeah, I will. Thank you for bringing him back." She whispered.

Michonne had reached them again.

"The Saviours are gone." She said. "We can get everyone to Hilltop. We can get Carl there."

"Carl? No." Rick protested.

"Daryl can get one of the cars."

"Carl won't make it... He can't leave here. I have to stay with him."

"Rick."

"He can't. I have to stay."

"We'll both stay."

"Natalia... Will you... will you take Judith?" Rick turned to her, she couldn't stay, she'd have to be there with Daryl and Evie, even though she wished she could. "She needs to be there. If she..." He began sobbing. "If happens..."

"Yeah. Of course." Natalia got up. "Me and Daryl will make sure she's looked after, I promise."

"Let me say goodbye." Carl said.

Michonne helped him sit up.

Daryl had joined Natalia's side, so had Tara.

"We're gonna take her with us." Natalia whispered to him, he nodded.

"You be good, okay?" Carl told his little sister. "For Michonne. For Dad. You gotta honour him. Listen when he tells you stuff. Uh, you don't have to always. Sometimes, kids got to show their parents the way." He grabbed his beloved hat, the hat that once belonged to his father, Carl had told Natalia about the first time he was shot, when they were looking for Sophia, how Rick had given it to him.

"This was Dad's before it was mine." He said. "Now it's yours. I don't know... just... just having it and... It always kept Dad with me. It made me feel as strong as him. It helped me. Maybe it'll help you, too. Before Mom died... she told me that I was gonna beat this world. I didn't. But you will."

Judith began pouting, letting out little whines, sensing this was a forever goodbye.

"I know you will."

She began crying.

"Come here, Judy." Natalia reached down, picking up the tiny girl as she cried louder into the woman's shoulder.

Daryl grabbed the hat as he rubbed her back.

"These people. You saved them all." Daryl told the boy. "That's all you, man."

"We're all so proud of you." Natalia told him, wiping at her eyes with her free hand.

Daryl led her away as she carried the youngest Grimes, out of the sewers.

It was up to Daryl to get everyone to the Hilltop, which was proving as a bigger challenge than expected, what with the Saviours out looking for them.

They were currently hiding under a bridge, a group of Saviours were on top, Natalia was holding Judith in her arms, soothing the toddler as much as she could, as well as tight hold on Evie, this was the first time she had left Alexandria since Aaron had brought her there.

When it looked okay, Daryl left the greenery they were hiding in, letting them know it was clear.

"Best to stay off the roads, head into the woods right there." He told the people as he waved for where they should go. "Come on. Go, go."

A walker had jumped out as they walked for the tree's.

"Walker!" Evie squealed, hiding behind Natalia. "Mommy!"

"It's alright." Natalia soothed, her hand on the girls head.

"I got it." Tara said, grabbing a hold of it, all it's flesh was burnt.

"I'll cover you." Dwight offered.

Tara threw the walker at the man, causing him to struggle against it.

"Tara!" Rosita shouted.

"What? It got away" She answered. "He can handle it."

Dwight pushed it to the ground, stomping on it's head.

"See?"

"Hey, just keep 'em moving." Daryl told her, pointing at the people who watched.

"Are you serious, Tara?" Natalia sighed.

"Sorry kid." She told Evie, running to gather the people.

"Did you hear them talking on the walkie about Carson and Gabriel?" Rosita asked.

"Yeah. Probably heading to Hilltop, same as us."

"Hopefully better than us." Rosita said, shooting a walker before the little girl noticed.

"Hey, we said about teaching her." Daryl muttered to Natalia, patting Judith's head, as they watched their daughter bombard Siddiq about doctoring, after bombarding them to let her walk two feet ahead of them. "Maybe now's the time."

"No." Natalia said, "After this, she ain't leaving the walls for a long time, she has no reason to."

"Nat."

"He was brave, Daryl. A damn good fighter, taking out walkers since he was shorter than me, and he still got bit. I'm not letting that happen." She sniffed. "I never thought it would, not to him, and I was wrong."

A fog was falling over them as they continued to walk.

The people of Alexandria was growing tired and slow.

Daryl kept marching forward, Natalia beside him.

Rosita had caught up to the pair, stopping them.

"Hey." She called. "Daryl."

He looked behind, Natalia had stopped too.

"Where are they?" He asked, looking for the missing people neither of them had noticed disappear.

"They needed rest." She told him. "They're exhausted. They haven't slept."

"Alright" He scoffed. "1o minutes. Then we keep goin'. I'm gonna go back, cover our tracks."

"I'll go with you." Rosita offered.

"I have a question." Tara said, looking over at Dwight. "Is there a reason why he's still breathing?"

"Tara. Don't." Natalia told her, bouncing Judith on her hip.

"Fight ain't over." Daryl answered.

"It is for him. I'm done waiting."

"Not now. Not yet." He shook his head. "You keep an eye on them, I'll be back." Daryl told Natalia, petting Judith's head again.

She grabbed his jaw, bringing his face to hers to kiss him softly. "I know." She replied, letting him leave.

"He's right." Rosita told Tara, when she looked at the two women, hoping they'd back her up. "Dwight could have an angle we don't know about. He could help. He wants to. Can't give that up yet."

Tara didn't let up.

"We just lost the kid." Rosita whispered, "Let's just stop. At least until we get to the Hilltop."

"I wanted to go chase after the bitch last night, and y'all stopped me." Natalia told her. "And I'm glad you did. So just let us stop you."

When he got back, they made a plan, Daryl, Rosita, Natalia and Tara.

"If they're smart, they'll cover all these passes between here and Hilltop." Daryl explained, pointing at a map.

"We have to keep moving. We'll just have to risk it." Rosita said.

"I'm not betting on the risking option with the kids." Natalia told her.

"Maybe you don't have to." Dwight walked over to them. "Negan won't send his people down into this stretch of swamp... not if he doesn't have to."

"Yeah. How do you know that?" Tara asked.

"Negan wanted to map the best routes with cover from the Sanctuary to the Hilltop. He... He decided the swamp was too dangerous. Didn't think it was worth the risk."

They thought about it.

Tara got up, staring at them in confusion.

"You aren't seriously gonna listen to him. It's too dangerous for the Saviours, so you're gonna send us? Are you kidding me?" She scoffed.

"They have us boxed in." Rosita told her.

"Tara has a point." Tobin spoke up. "Why should we trust him?"

"He could turn on us like he turned on his own people." Scott said.

"I didn't just turn on them." Dwight spoke up. "I killed 'em. Daryl saw it. Rosita saw it. Natalia saw it. You saw it." He looked at Tara. "But one of them got away..."

Natalia scoffed, biting her lip as she looked away, running a hand through her long hair.

"So if they find me, Negan puts my head on a pike. I'm not working for them, and I'm not going back to them. I chose my side. This is it. I'm here to help you beat Negan. After that...." He sighed, letting out a chuckle "Well, I know how it ends."

Daryl thought for a moment, fiddling with the map.

"All right." He said. "We try the swamps."

The people followed their lead.

Dwight walked behind Daryl and Natalia, she was still holding Judith, Evie walked in front, as they kept their eyes on her every move and surrounding area.

"Natalia..." Dwight called.

Natalia looked up at Daryl, before looking over her shoulder at the man.

"What?" She asked, her tone harsh.

"About Laura." He started. "I know she was in charge of you. Look, I know why they both want to kill me, I get it. But her, she was just doing her job. We talked about it after our shifts, she only did what she had to, and she's... It could have been a lot worse for you, just-"

"Don't make me kill you in front of my kid." Natalia told him. "Or take that opportunity away from my husband, and my friend. She had a choice, so did you, you're all just a bunch of cowards. What, because Negan slept with your wife, you think we're on the same side? Maybe she just didn't love you, who would?" She shrugged. "And by the way, I burnt the clothes I borrowed, hope you don't mind."

She walked forward, taking Evie's hand in her free one as she created some distance from the man.

She could hear him pleading his case to Daryl, blocking him out.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, sweet girl?"

"Are we ever going to go back home?"

"I - I hope so." Natalia answered, placing a hand on the girl's head.

Daryl had checked the area around the swamp, taking out a walker coming out of it, deciding it would have to do.

"We have to be careful." Rosita said. "But we can do this."

"Push through. Clear a path for the others." Daryl said.

"Count me in." Scott volunteered.

"I'll go." Siddiq said.

"If I can have the crossbow..." Dwight started.

"Shut up." Natalia snapped.

"You can't. You'll stay right there." Daryl ordered.

"You coming?" Rosita asked Tara.

"I'm gonna hang back, watch over the group. Evie and Judith." Tara said.

"Tara, are you sure?" Natalia asked. "I need you to watch them with full dedication, can you do that?"

"Nat, trust me, okay? I got it."

Natalia was reluctant to hand Judith over, as well as putting Evie's care into the hands of Tara, but she did, to help with the swamp.

"Come on. Let's get this done." Daryl said.

Natalia took out a knife, following the others into the water as they combed it for walkers.

They poked long stick into the water, that came up to their legs, waking or unlodging any walkers that might be stuck in the mud, so that they could put them down.

Rosita had found one, putting it down.

"Where's Tara?" Natalia asked, hugging Evie when they had got out the swamp, Siddiq and Daryl had cleared the shallow end.

"Her and Dwight went off to put down walkers." Tobin said.

"And you just let her?" Rosita asked. "I'll go find her." She told Natalia.

When she brought her back, without Dwight. Daryl had about enough.

"I told you to wait!" He shouted, pointing in her face, after she told them that a group of Saviours had found him. "For all we know, he could be tellin' 'em everything! Negan could be on his way here right now!"

"He isn't. He won't" Tara defended. "He led them away. They were coming right for us, and he saved us."

"She's right. He did. I saw it." Rosita added.

"I don't give a damn what he did." Daryl began pacing. "He can stick with them... he can come back... hell, he can run. When I find that son of a bitch, I'm gonna..." He looked at Judith and Evie, catching himself as Judith hugged into Natalia, and Evie covered her ears, with Natalia's instruction.

"C'mon." he decided, walking to the swamp.

Daryl carried Evie through the swamp, so she wouldn't be swimming in it.

Natalia could hear him apologising to the girl for shouting, as she held Judith tightly.

When they had finally got to the Hilltop.

The gates were opened for them, the people of Hilltop and the Kingdom were waiting for them.

Carol had a wide smile on her face as she ran for them, Enid followed, but she was scanning the group of people.

The smile had dropped when she realised who was missing.

Daryl was the one to break the news as Maggie had wandered over as well.

Natalia passed Judith to Daryl as she consoled Enid, who had burst into sobs.

Hugging the teenager.

Carl had shared with her and Michonne about his budding romance with the girl, asking for their advice, embarrassed to tell them, as they showered him in aw's and giggles at his first girlfriend.

Maggie had joined them on the floor, as they both tried to help her with her pain.

Maggie had kept at least a half dozen Saviours captive, under Jesus's wishes, they were shut in what Natalia would call a pen.

Daryl and Natalia sat with the two girls, leaning against a car as Evie was teaching Judith an imaginary game.

"Glad Gregory was thrown in there." Natalia mused, looking over at it.

"Yeah, he's getting whatever is coming to him." Daryl replied. "Slimy son of a bitch deserves it."

"Dad, you can't swear, Judith!" Evie snapped at him, pointing at the baby.

Daryl swallowed, staring at the girl who went back to her game.

Natalia watched him, her brows raised.

"You okay?" Natalia whispered to him. "Gonna have a freak out?"

"Dunno." He mumbled.

She rolled her eyes with a smile, patting his leg as she leaned into him, his arm was around her, it had tensed when Evie called him that, officially, for the first time.

"Open the gate! It's Rick!" Kal had shouted, when Maggie was sorting out her prisoners, she was allowing two at a time to leave the pen, to work, exercise and for medical attention if necessary.

Daryl and Natalia jumped up as Rick and Michonne entered the gates, both looking solum.

Natalia picked up Judith, so that she could hand her to her father.

"Come here, sweetheart." He groaned, taking her, as Natalia walked towards Michonne, hugging her tight.

"Everyone get back okay?" Michonne asked.

"Yeah, fine. Daryl got everyone here, Tara.... she, she lost Dwight, bent up on killing him, we were busy, she said she had it." Natalia explained.

"I get it. Alright." Michonne nodded, looking at the woman, where she was stood with Rosita. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm." She nodded, embracing the woman again. "I miss him, It hurts, real bad."

"I know. I do, too."

Natalia leaned back, wiping her tears, before wiping Michonne's.

"Evie... she uh... she called Daryl "dad" earlier."

"Really?" She asked, her eyes searching for him.

"Yeah, for swearing in front of Jude." She giggled, Michonne did too. "Told him off."

"Come on, I have his letters." Michonne said, taking her hand and they walked to the steps of the manor, Enid was also there.

Michonne handed the two letters to them, each with their names wrote on it.

Natalia thumbed her name, his writing.

She took a few deep breathes before flipping the page open, reading what he had to say to her.

Natalia, or as us friends call you, Nat,

When I first met you, I thought you were one of the coolest people I had ever met, and you had a real cute dog (R.I.P Sully).

I saw how angry you looked, when you were talking to my dad, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog, but how you smirked when my dad looked at me, annoyed that once again I was being a nosey kid who couldn't stay out of grown ups business. It took me a while to warm up to you, though. I told you that we were good people, it's still true, because we do see the good in our actions, for a future, to make the world a better place.

You were mean, scary, and wanted nothing to do with us, I admired you for that, because above it all, you still helped us, like giving my mom prenatals, or teaching Carol how to shoot, helping with the prison.

I remember how Daryl hated you at the start, wanted you gone, thought you were a massive threat to us all, in general he seemed to just not like your way of being, I could tell when things changed between you guys, it was a lot earlier than you think, that you both think, I asked him about it once, he hesitated, seeming to think it over before shrugging his shoulders, scratching his head as he told me to forget it, that you were some crazy chick, who had stuck by us so far. Then again, the pause was a lot longer, he confided me about how you were strictly just friends, I laughed at him as he went on, saying you were special, a force to be reckoned with, but that you were beautiful and funny and soft, that girls like that don't go for guys like him, even if it was the end of the world, "Stuck up bitches don't got no business with asshole rednecks." not that he liked you, anyway, I'm glad you guys were able to find each other, you suit each other, like the missing piece in each others puzzle, like my dad and Michonne, after word got out about the two of you, they had both come to me, explaining how things just happened, that they didn't mean to get with my best friends with out checking with me first, almost asking for my approval, my permission if they were good enough for you guys.

Just for future reference, if you guys ever end up having a boy, Carl Junior, or CJ, has a nice ring to it ;)

I love you, Nat

I know you're a good person, that bad things happened to you, I'm happy that we were able to take some of your pain away, help bring you back to yourself, the kind loving person that you were all along. You were always first to run into danger for anyone, for your friends, loved ones, even strangers, you inspired me, I wanted that in myself, hence what happened, but I don't care, something good came out of it, and that's worth more than anything for me, never stop saving people, its what you're best at, and your movie references that barely anyone gets.

thank you for being my best friend.

Sincerely, the better friend than Michonne,

Carl

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[veintrry]

an: this was just a small thing I wrote in the moment. it might be ooc I was really out of it tbh 😭

chuuya nakahara x dazai osamu, soukoku, set in pm

There were many things one would consider far from usual in the lives of the twin dark. No one would think anything remotely normal or sane would occur. But there was one thing, their love.

They were polar opposites, that was the argument they'd use to try and somehow change their minds, their feelings about one another as if saying so would make a difference. As if saying so would change the reality of them having fallen for this alleged opposite.

It's filled with frustrations and they try to constantly work around it, albeit in different ways. Chuuya outright avoids it, because the last thing he'd want is the mere implication that he does more than tolerate a walking mummy such as Dazai. Osamu on the other hand teases it. He says things that can be taken as flirting but then reaffirms his distaste, constantly shooting mixed signals like crazy. It's confusing. Does he like him, does he not? Why does he care? He should just get over this. But Nakahara doesn't, and neither does the brunette.

They are stuck in a few couple awkward months were eventually both of them begin to feel the weight of this huge bulge and although they can go on with their missions as usual and batter, there's an emptiness in it, a space waiting to be filled up, words tempted to follow after a sentence, to pour out from their mouths like a waterfall carrying leaflets. At some point, they realised they didn't have to say it. They didn't need to verbally say it, whether they wanted to admit it or not, their relationship was evidently different than others, and these emotions they felt, these joys so high you can reach the sky, they surely weren't something you'd normally have with friends. So they continued this relationship of love, Fleeting touches, lasting smiles, boisterous laughter and obnoxious jokes.

Dazai could say it furthered his will to live, but he seemed to already be caught up in the act of living.

And Chuuya, he felt like gravity was constantly at zero, like the stars weren't so out of reach and the clouds were somewhere to rest.

Maybe that's why he needed something to ground him.

Memories were made, but the part you don't think of when you're making them is the fact they're made to reflect on. You only have these things to look back on and reminisce on, with sadness, with regret, guilt, happiness, somberness.

The last thing he'd do was cry over somebody who left. He's lost people, this isn't a first. But this was a special case. Emotions were difficult, especially for someone like Chuuya who felt too much. Was he more mad than he was sad or was he more sad than mad? He couldn't tell, but it felt like a fluctuating metre, never staying still. Was it worth it?

There was grief shared. To depart from something without saying a word wasn't simple, but there was someone he cherished more. If Dazai had told Chuuya himself that he was leaving, what would he have gained? He wouldn't know. But he would've seen what he had lost right before him. The ginger was a colourful boy, so there was no doubt in the brunette's mind that he would've exploded. He was certain that in the end Nakahara would be consumed by his rage, and tell him to leave, that he didn't want to see him. And he thinks he would've liked that, knowing that in the end Chuuya hated him. That way, he can go on believing he's alone.

[0risha]

when he cheats.

PAIRINGS : sakusa, oikawa and daichi x reader

SUMMARY : headcanons of the HQ boys cheating on you.

TAGS : cheating, mentions of insecurity, angst.

NOTES : this is my first post on this blog, kinda nervous. hope you enjoy it, lovelies.

→ sakusa kiyoomi

+ when you find out, through hinata, you almost don't believe him because sakusa's not one to interact with most. Let alone, cheat.... and touch somebody else that wasn't you?

+ you ask him for validation, and he says yes with nonchalance. Almost as if it doesn't matter.

+ you're glad though, because if he would've begged you to stay, you probably would've.

+ in the end you leave him. packing up your belongings in one go. He's confused for a good couple of weeks. you don't come to his games, answer his calls nor do you greet him when he comes home from practice. His teammates have to break it to him.

"Have you guys seen y/n?" Kiyoomi asks after practice in their designated locker room. Everyone pauses, chests heaving with exhaustion. Hinata sweat-drops and scurries off.

"Omi..." Atsumu says with a tight-lipped smile and a pat on the back. "You cheated, she's gone."

His eyes widen in response and his cheeks dust pink with embarrassment, "oh."

Meian, their team's captain, shakes his head in bewilderment and speaks on your defense, "She was a good person, Sakusa, kinda low of ya."

Sakusa grunts in response, leaving in a hurry, a rush of emotions surfacing in his lungs. When he gets home he doesn't break down. Instead, he finds contentment in the house. The house that once was yours and his. Annoyingly, your scent still lingers, your body wash still stands tall in the corner of his shower. You weren't dumb enough to leave your expensive hair products behind. but your laundry detergent's still in the washing room, the same one you had an infatuation with smelling any chance you got.

To you, Sakusa's just a trial you were lucky enough to overcome. The right model to base your next potential lover off of. But to Sakusa, you're a fraction of him he never wanted to erase.

→ oikawa toru

+ to everyone, it's not a surprise. oikawa's constantly surrounded by girls, attractive ones at that.

+ in fact everyone thinks your dumb and naive for thinking a relationship with THE oikawa toru would work.

+ when you do leave him, toru thinks he can persuade you to come back to him with works of charm and material things.

+ except it's the opposite, all you've ever wanted was confirmation that your insecurities were illusions of past doings.

"He's a dumbass y/n. Don't dwell on him longer than needed,” Hajime reassures you as you hand him the last of Toru's belongings. his words sound too familiar. It's not like you've heard him say that to you before, but it seems as though he has said the same phrase to a million of girls, a million times before.

The only thing you can give him is a watery smile in response, and he shoots you a pitiful one back.

"Bye Hajime," you whisper. Shutting the door with a thud.

→ daichi sawamura

+ see.. this one hurts

+ daichi shows zero signs of even having an ounce of unloyalty. He's a social butterfly but the looks of adoration he throws your way, convinces you that he might indeed be the one.

+ daichi would be the one to cheat during a drunken haze. a night out with sugawara and ashai.

“Suga what is it,” you chuckle. Tufts of air emerging from your lips due to the cold frigid air. Rubbing your glove-covered hands you wait for him to tell you what he called you in front of the café for.

“lastweekwhenwewenttothebardaichiwenthomewitharandomlady,” he puffs out in one breath, his cheeks flushed from the low temperature.

In response, you blink, only catching random bits, “yeah..daichi went drinking with you guys last week, did something happen?

“y/n, when we went to the bar, daichi got drunk and left with a random lady.”

“oh.” suga can literally see your heart break. He sees it in the way your shoulders slouch forward and your eyes gloss over with unshed tears.

“I- I- guessed that daichi didn’t tell you and he’s probably beating himself up for it, but it’s just not fai-” he stops mid sentence when you give him a smile. it’s an eerie one, your cheeks are wet with tears and your expression is borderline with the emotion of anguish. 

“thank you for telling me koshi,” you whisper while taking his hands. you give him a kiss on the cheek disguised as the word goodbye and walk off. 

when you get home to daichi you're spurred on with too many clashing emotions to keep calm. you breakdown and yell out obscenities'. daichi tries his best to rationalize with you but you’re just too angry. to cool off, you phone a friend and ask if you could stay over. you don’t take your stuff, deciding that you would do so when the timing was right. by the time you get to your best friend’s house, you’re a babbling mess. with your face in her chest and tissues strewn wheresoever around her living room floor, the only explanation you can muster is that daichi was indeed, not the one. 

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[guns-in-the-desert]

Alone Time- Germany(NSFW) one-shot

IT’S FINALLY HERE, MY FIRST ONE SHOT ON THIS BLOG, To the angel that requested it, I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you love it. I tried my best to keep it gender neutral as possible. So tell if there are any slip ups (specifically with pronouns).

anyways, here are the warnings

Pet-play(she was on a leash), Boot licking, Oral sex (reader giving), Germany being hot, and bad writing.

Status: Unedited

“Stop it, Ludwig,” I say, feeling my boyfriend's lips on my neck. “I'm trying to cook.” 

“I'm not doing anything, just relax.” and me, being the idiot I am, I listened. I tried my best to focus on not burning the pancakes in front of me, but Ludwig was making this the most difficult task in the world. I feel his cold hands slowly begin to caress up my waist, and under my (his) shirt. He reaches over my shoulder and turns off the stove. He begins to bite my shoulder. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Ludwig starts to rub up my thighs, I bite my lip, in anticipation. He slowly inches his hands closer to my core. He begins to slide my underwear to the side, I feel his finger start to enter my.

“Ass face, I need powdered sugar.”  Monika’s (nyo!Germany) voice rings through the house. I hear the front door slam and turn around to see Ludwig, eyes wide, and cheeks red. He Immediately removes his hands from me, and goes upstairs. Great, now I'm horny with a half cooked pancake.

It’s been a week since Ludwig’s sister caught us in a less than decent position, and he hasn’t laid a hand on me since “You need to get over your weird paranoia, no one is gonna walk in.”  I say crawling towards him, leash around my neck. There’s no way he could resist me like this, I'm practically the  perfect puppy. He looked right at me, and turned right back to his laptop. My eyes were saucers, at this point. I stared at him in awe. He completely ignored me. I see my boyfriend's eyes look in my direction.

“Don't give me that look.” he says, my face twisted into a confused look. “Stop it.” Ludwig commands. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” He gives me a stern look and I begin to catch on. Slowly I start to crawl towards my boyfriend, tongue out, eyes wide. 

“Sit.” I stop dead in my tracks, look at him, cocking my head to the side. “Stop, I'm working.” I bite my lip and whimper. He takes a deep breath and continues to type. I continue crawling forward. “I said stop!” he said, his jaw tense. 

“But master,” I pause, “I've been so good.” Without hesitation, he grabs the leash and yanks me in his direction.

“I've spoken to you about talking back, haven’t I?” he questions, his voice lowering. I nod in response. “Then what exactly am I gonna do about that mouth of yours?”  he asks while he pinches my cheek. Despite the way it was phrased it wasn't much of a question.

Ludwig unzips his pants and takes his length out, he grabs the back of my head, and not so gently places my mouth around his cock. 

“HEY WEST!” The obnoxious sound of my boyfriend's older brother, Gilbert’s, voice fills the home office. I'm immediately yanked off of my boyfriend's cock by my hair. “I don't remember what I came in here for, but mine is way bigger.” and before I knew it, we were both being kicked out. Joke’s on him, I could hear his porn through the door, that he had the nerve to lock me out of.

At this point, Ludwig’s refusing to even glance in my direction, and doesn’t seem to like the idea of taking back the keys he gave to his siblings, so once again, I'm forced to take matters into my own hands. I wait for him to come home, on the couch, in nothing but a collar and pink thong, this has to work or I might actually explode. 

I hear the lock on the front door turn, and I perk up, “Hey, Ludwig, how was work?” I greet him casually

“Oh, it was fi-” he cuts himself off upon seeing me, I can't but feel proud of myself for triggering this reaction from him. I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I cock my head to the side. “Long day?” Ludwig can’t seem to find words. “If so, I know what you need.” I say guiding him to the couch. “A good ol’ fashion boot cleaning.”  I state lowering myself onto my knees.

“No, I'm okay.” My boyfriend says in retaliation. 

“D-did he just say no?” I think to myself. I'm pretty sure my jaw literally hit the floor.

“Would you prefer a foot rest?” I ask, switching my position to my hands and knees. He stays silent and doesn’t move an inch, it’s like he’s frozen. “Welp, I guess boot cleaning it is.” I state lowering my face to the boots in question. I start by licking up the side, my tongue only grazing the rubber sole.  I make my way to the steel toe, and just as I'm getting to my favorite part.

“HEY BROHAUS, I'M GOING THE STORE, YOU WANT SOM- OH!” 

“GODDAMMIT JJ!” I shout in frustration.

“You're just gonna let her talk to your big sister like that.” JJ says, sitting on the chair, in the living room like she didn't interrupt us. Ludwig looks as if he’s frozen. “Damn Luddy, you’ve kinda disappointed me here, you gotta make her lick it like she means it.” Ludwig doesn't say anything in response to his sister just lowers his head in shame. “If she doesn't, what's the point?” his sister continues. 

“Umm..” I begin but I can't figure what I could possibly say in this situation.

“Anyways, do you need anything from the store?” JJ offers with a smile. I'm in absolute shock by her nonchalant nature.

“Just some milk.” Ludwig says, eyes still on his lap.

“No problem, baby.” She says in an endearing, motherly tone (no one has ever confused me more than this woman has at this moment), getting up to pinch her baby brother's cheeks. Her demeanor immediately changes to her regular, obnoxious one, as she exits through the front door. “DON'T FORGET TO CLEAN THE SOLES!” She laughs while closing the door. I stay on the floor stunned at what just happened, as my boyfriend just goes upstairs to take, what I assume to be, a cold shower. 

I wake up to hear water running, I quickly get up and make my way to the bathroom, and strip down completely. I hop in behind my unsuspecting boyfriend, and wrap my arms around his torso, I feel him jump slightly. 

“What exactly do you think you are doing?” Ludwig questions turning to face me.

“Saving water, I thought it was obvious.” I say a playful tone in my voice. I lower myself onto my knees, to take his half hard cock into my hand, and slowly start to pump.

“Stop, what if somebody co-” I shush him 

“Who is going to come in, while your showering?” I say before putting my mouth to good use. 

“Well, I suppose your right.” he says, grabbing me by my hair, and bringing my nose to his toned abdomen. I feel myself choke slightly. 

“What’s wrong, can't take it, all of sudden.” He chuckles. “Pathetic.” he presses my head down with a firmer grip. “Suck it like you mean it, or don’t suck it all.” I'm suddenly hit with flashbacks of his sister from two weeks ago. I'm not gonna lie, It threw me off a bit.

Ludwig continues to bob my head back and forth on his length, watching me intensely. I feel him start to twitch in my mouth, he tenses and I feel his warm load glide down throat and dribble down my chin.

“GERMAAAAAANYYYYYYY” I hear the voice of Feliciano, Ludwig’s best friend,  as I'm met with the cold air, from the curtain being torn open. “Oh hi Y/N, you look awfully pretty today.” I see ludwigs eyes darken from his friend's comment. 

“What do you want?” Ludwig says, visually irritated.

“I wanted to know if you had seen my spatual, I used it yesterday and now I can't find it.” Feliciano had said it so fast, I almost didn't understand him.

“Why the hell would I know, YOU DON'T LIVE HERE!” I jumped a little at his sudden increase of volume, it was kinda hot. 

“I'm sorry Luddy, I forgot?” I giggle at Feli’s response.

“You mean to tell me you walked all the way to my house, and still didn’t remember you lived somewhere else?” Feliciano just nodded in response to my boyfriend's question. “GET OUT!” and with that, Feli was out the door. 

Ludwig reaches over to turn the water off. “Um, what exactly do you think you're doing?” I say and he shoots me a confused look. “You get to finish, and I don’t?” He stops and stands straight up. “I think the fuck not, you trick ass bitch.”

Ludwig sighs, hoisting me up against the wall, and rubbing circles on my clit. “You’re right, that was rude of me.” he says, biting my neck.

“That's quite a subby response, if you ask me.” I say earning me a slap on the ass, the water only amplifying the sting caused from his hand. Thank god, I don’t know what’d I would've done if he left me hanging again. 

Up next: Axis with a bratty s/o

Until next time😚

[poppinisperfection]

Peter Maximoff x Reader // Hello, Monica // WandaVision // Part 2

Part 1

Post Dark Phoenix X-Men & WandaVision fanfiction. FemReader and Peter Maximoff dating when he suddenly disappears.

Xavier returns and a plan is formed.

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: Emotional distress, mentions of violence, blood, gun wounds etc.

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(Y/n) sat by the screen, her vision blurring and bags forming under her eyes. The analog clock ticked with each second as Hank fiddled around with some tech, and the others sat on the floor half asleep. They had eventually contacted Xavier, and he promised to travel back to New York as fast as possible. That was hours ago, and now it was the middle of the night.

There was nothing they could do, even discussion led to nowhere; nothing about the situation made sense. Metal crashed on the floor, causing Scott to Jolt awake and Kurt to bamf in surprise as Professor McCoy gave a frustrated grunt at his clumsiness. The disturbance didn't phase (Y/n) though, as she read the line for the thousandth time,

"Please stand by."

She was somewhere between breaking into tears and punching every wall she saw. In short, (Y/n) was desperate. After hours of thinking, she finally allowed her eyes to close for longer than a short blink. Her mind was crashing around like a restless ocean, and she found herself drowning inside endless possibilities. But at the centre of it all was his face, his smile, his voice... him.

Suddenly the doors opened with a whoosh, and (Y/n) turned her attention towards whoever was entering the labs. A determined looking man wheeled in, locking with (Y/n)'s blood-shot eyes. An alabaster-haired, umber-skinned, and confident woman followed him; shooting a look of concern towards the group.

"Xavier-" Hank exclaimed with some relief at the Professor's appearance. The bald man gave a small hum in response, but he continued to near (Y/n) instead of making conversation. He placed a hand out and gave her a kind look.

"May I?" he crooned in his English accent, as the (h/c) lady nodded and placed her head forward. Closing his eyes and placing two fingers on her temple, and another on his own - Xavier began to see the whole story, without anyone saying a single word. After a few seconds, his pulled back and gave a sharp sigh.

"(Y/n), I am so sorry." the wise man's voice faltered after feeling the gut-wrenching fear that swept through her mind. The worried girl said nothing, but just tried to keep the strength on her face instead of breaking down into tears. "You've got a location?" Xavier turned to the beastly professor, trying to solve the mystery.

"Sort of- I mean, it's unbelievable Charles." he grabbed some pages and handed them to his colleague, "It's like he's traveled to another universe; I've only heard about theories of multiverses, but this- this is more evidence than anything I've ever read..." Hank rambled on, as even Charles Xavier- telepathic mastermind- look on in shock.

Before anyone could say anything, the old computer screen buzzed and the image shifted. (Y/n)'s tired eyes widened as she sat on the edge of her seat. Even Kurt teleported closer in an effort to not miss a second of the developing situation. A lead guitar began to play, and the opening credits rolled...

The group we're unsure if it was the same show, as it looked completely different in style. But their doubts were cleared when that same woman showed up, slamming the door using some sort of powers.

"She's a mutant..." (Y/n) mumbled, as the others looked on in confusion. The opening continued to play on as more characters were shown - most of which they had never seen before. Then finally, a speedy friend appeared.

"As himself?" Scott added, reading the credits. (Y/n) stared at the title and mentally recorded it.

"It's like they're a family." Kurt noticed as Peter integrated himself so naturally with them. The pair of young boys started to monologue about halloween.

"Halloween? This just gets more and more confusing." Scott rubbed his forehead in bewilderment. Ororo stood beside them, barely comprehending what she was watching. She had previously offered to look after the students while the situation was being investigated, and that lost time had undoubtedly caused her to miss a lot of information.

"So Pete's on TV?" Storm questioned in a baffled tone. The silver haired fellow lay on a couch as the twin boys discussed him, and they referred to him as their uncle. "Okay, somebody needs to expla-" she began, but was cut off as Xavier placed a finger to his temple and transferred the information she had missed. Ororo gave a soft gasp, but ultimately was relieved to be filled in. Since the professor had learned about the situation from (Y/n), some of the grief in her mind was passed to Storm; so the loyal mutant placed a caring hand on her friend's shoulder in comfort.

Xavier chatted behind the group of young mutants who watched the show play out.

"She suggested that maybe Kurt could go in, I told her-" Hank whispered to his friend.

"That would be dangerous..." Charles finished his thought, "But dangerous doesn't mean impossible." the telepath looked towards the blue teleporter who stared at the computer screen.

"You can't be serious, Charles." Hank furrowed his thick brows and stared in disbelief.

"Kurt, (Y/n)," the professor called out, catching the pair's attention,

"Come with me."

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The small group trailed down the metallic hallway and approached the familiar doors to Cerebro. (Y/n) looked back at the room they had left, still hearing the distant sounds from the broadcast. Her mind travelled to what she was missing; was Peter still okay?

The circular door released and slid open, and the group followed Xavier's lead towards the machine at the end of the walkway. Kurt's tail wrapped around his leg in fear, as he fiddled nervously with his hands. Placing the silver helmet over his head, Charles nodded for the intellectual beast to flip the switch. Immediately, the room lit up and images of people flashed around. A million conversations ran through the professor's mind, but he was only searching for one person.

"Turn it up." Xavier requested as his eyebrows knit together in concentration. Reluctantly, Hank did as he said. Soon the voices faded and a only a muffled conversation echoed through the large room. "The whole way, Hank." the british man added.

"Charles that's too mu-"

"Do it!" Xavier demanded his face contorting with the amplification. (Y/n) gave a soft gasp as the voice grew clearer.

"I think mom and dad would've loved it."

Peter's words reverberated, as tears formed in (Y/n)'s eyes. Despite Cerebro being on full power, the only thing that Xavier could access was the detached audio of the mind he was connected to.

"Where were you hiding these kids up til now? I assume they were sleeping peacefully in their beds."

"Can you speak to him Charles?" Hank asked.

"Something's... Something's not right... It's too powerful to see..." Xavier stuttered out, trying not to loose his connection. Peter's voice continued, as the group wondered to who and what he was talking about.

"I'm not some stranger and I'm not your husband, you can talk to me."

"There's something... dark... clouding his mind." the powerful telepath explained, "but he's still in there, somewhere." he added. The group began to notice a purple hue clouding the entire room. The clearer Peter's disembodied voice became, the more the mysterious smoke descended. Kurt and (Y/n) stood back slightly, scared of what it could mean.

"Don't sweat it sis, it's not like your dead husband can die twice."

The sentence rang through their ears, before the whole room erupted in a blast of ruby red energy. It was exactly like the force that 'Wanda' had used earlier. Energy passed through the mutants, as images of terror entered their minds. Fragments of memories flashed; glowing stones, broken families, and piles of ashes.

Xavier groaned with pain, but he kept the connection despite the immense power that surged through his mind. (Y/n) grasped her head and panted heavily. The image of a young man lying cold, bleeding through bullet wounds, on a pile of rubble haunted her. She didn't know who it was, but he seemed familiar for some reason - and her heart broke at the sight of his lifeless form.

"He's slipping... I- I can't hold on..." Xavier cried out through gritted teeth, "I can't latch onto anyone!" the room filled with a booming static noise as the bald man searched though all the available minds in that reality. Hank writhed on the floor, clutching his ears with the horrible sound. Soon he gained the strength to pull a hand up towards the switch and slowly tune down the settings. The din faded, and the only noise that could be heard was the heavy breathing from the group that tried to recover from the experience.

"I didn't tell you to turn it off." Xavier pulled off Cerebro's helmet and placed it harshly on its holder.

"It would've killed you." Hank rebutted, standing on his feet.

"There was something forming, a gap in the reality, I could feel it!" Charles placed a hand on his forehead in frustration, "It's like all the minds were under some sort of deep control - but I could sense other ones... ones that were free."

"But what can we do about it!?" the beastly Professor retaliated, annoyed at his colleague.

"If I can find the free minds, I can see where they are; exactly where they are." Xavier began to ramble, "Then I can show Kurt, and you can get there." (Y/n)'s eyes grew wide at his suggestion. Even though she had considered it earlier, she now began to doubt her logic. If it were just her, then she wouldn't hesitate to risk her life for Peter - but she couldn't ask Kurt to do it too.

"Professor, what if... What if it doesn't work?" (Y/n) piped up, looking to the powerful telepath with concern plastered all over her face.

"We can't risk more of our lives, Kurt you don't have to do this." Hank tried to assure the German mutant.

"Nein." he responded, "Peter is my friend, I vill not leave him in danger. I vill do it." Kurt nodded his head as he stood confident in his decision. Despite the hatred that Kurt Wagner had received his whole life; he was always the most selfless person in the room. (Y/n) shot him a weak smile, thankful for his kindness.

"This isn't just about Peter. Somebody brought him there. Somebody, or something, has a power that could change everything we think we know." McCoy warned, trying to convince the group of the dangerous situation.

"Which is why we need to know more." (Y/n) interjected.

"I will be able to communicate with you, as long as you don't go under this person's control." Xavier explained, deep in thought. Hank looked at the trio, and finally gave a deep sigh.

"There's no talking to you people." he shook his head, "I'm sure travelling across the multiverse will be a cinch." his tone dripped with sarcasm as Charles placed Cerebro back on his head.

"Have a little faith, Hank." Xavier joked stiffly as he flipped the switch to the machine. McCoy reluctantly turned the power knob and soon the static noise returned, causing a grimace to appear on everyone's faces. The noise flickered as Xavier passed through more empty minds, searching for one that would work. The sensory overload build up in a crescendo, until everything stopped to a halt.

"Hello, Monica."

[twd-obsessed-bitch]

Okay so I kinda touched on this in my live blogging posts but I feel like it deserves its own post

I'm talking about Maggie and Leah btw

Spoilers for twd 11.16 below the cut

Okay so like I love that Leah is dead now just because I straight up do not like the way they handled anything about her character, she felt so very rushed from the very beginning and I feel like if they brought her in earlier this whole storyline would've worked

But specifically I don't like how she died I guess, like I don't like that Daryl killed her to save Maggie. it would've been more satisfying if Maggie didn't need a saviour, she's this badass that this whole season has shown she will do what she needs to when she wants to

Like imagine the whole scene as is, and Leah is on top of Maggie getting ready to stab her and then Maggie ACTUALLY GETS STABBED, but she pushes Leah's hand up slightly and so she gets stabbed more in the collarbone/shoulder area instead of the heart

And they both take a breather right after Maggie screams in pain, Leah's thinking she finally did it, or atleast has Maggie disabled enough to take a break, and then Maggie pulls the knife out of her shoulder and stabs Leah in the neck, and Daryl comes in gun raised and sees the after math of what just happened

Daryl turns and sees Lance and the cw soldiers coming, shoots Lance in the cheek and then as he's pulling Maggie to come with him Leah turns and starts to come after them (we've seen walkers turn in minutes before so her turning this quickly isn't very out there)

Daryl makes a face and sighs and it shows how upset he is, that he does care about her, and that he hates how things ended, and he puts her down before getting Maggie out of there

With Daryl putting down a walkerified Leah, it still gives that closure of him being the one to end her, but it means that Maggie doesn't need to be saved, I mean she clearly handles herself perfectly until the show wants to frame Daryl as somebody that'll save everyone (which is fine but it makes it seem like he's the only capable one)

It'll also give Maggie a scar that mirrors the one that she gave Leah which would be a great way in my opinion to show that everybody you meet stays with you, whether you want them too or not, especially in this world

Idk, I definitely would've preferred Maggie to have saved herself, it would've given more tension for longer, but I know they wanted to end Leah's arc with Daryl because that's how it started but whatever

[vulqan]

double life ep 5 (Etho & Budubs' viewpoints) reaction under the cut

Etho's video:

thinking about the spoilers i saw on reddit & the conversation about raiding the chicken farm. I Am Coming To Conclusions. i don't know if they're right and i Don't Care.

"i think we call Cleo!" "why Cleo?" "i don't know...you don't mess with Cleo!" baby. baby boy.

bloodthirsty Joel best Joel

i love Etho counting down the exploding jellies in the chat for the world to see. luv him <3

them walking around just looting and burning shit........i love them

"we could put a pile of TNT on the map and see if somebody walks up to it" Etho pls 💀

"enderpearl, TNT, enderpearl out" i am OBSESSED WITH HIM!!!!!

MARTYN ANNOUNCING TO A GROUP OF REDS WHILE TALKING TO GRIAN THAT HE'S A YELLOW NAME 😭 and then bdubs being like "...that's right 😈 i forgot" BAHAHA

"you guys are trapped, you know. there's no way out of this situation." spoilers mean i'm pretty sure there's a way out but i love this line with my whole Hort and Sole

I'M CACKLING THIS WHOLE HUNT WAS FOR THEM AND SCAR DIES TO A ZOMBIE???? HOWLINGGGG

omfg the zombies were Ren & Big B's???? BRUH LMAO

THAT'S HOW THEY DIE??????? MOBS ARE DOING MORE WORK THAN THE RAIDERS ARE RN NFNXJDJDJD

everybody IMMEDIATELY excited abt the pile of TNT lmfaooo

IT ACTUALLY WORKED I'M FUCKING PISSIBG MYSELF DJXNDJDNFJJF

SCIBBIES R BACK 😍🥰💖💜✨🎉

"we can kill Grian too to deal with [Scar]!" "just do it 😩" hELP

Etho sounding like a jealous ex talking to Bdubs about his relationship with Impulse this season is SENDING me

"i can't believe they burnt it down, we were gone for two seconds 😭" bestie you built your house out of flammable material aGAIN, please,,,

"the ship burns, everything burns" Having Feelings rn

WAIT HOW DID THAT HAPPEN GRIAN WHAT DID YOU DO

(Grian screaming in surprise that his trap worked is killing me lmfaooo)

dead people talking in chat 🧐🧐🧐 what is "the mole"

Scar looking Directly at Etho as he says that he smells the enchanter on someone there 💀

"HE'S got the enchanter in his hand! 😡 oh my god, i just stabbed the monitor with my finger—" SCAR PLEASE

this was an excellent episode 10/10 would watch Etho & Joel burn down the whole world again

Bdubs' video:

"when he goes red, he gets feral. you need to get one of those kiddie leashes on him." "OH STOP IT 😡" "i'ma let him do his thing 😌" perfect husband Impulse at it again 😩

WHY ARE YOU MALIGNING ETHO TO EVERYONE AROUND BDOUBLEO100 I WILL FIGHT YOU WITH MY TINY FISTS RED LIFE OR NOT

[muffled] "Jellie, just a moment, i'm negotiating with terrible people" god i love him

it's Very funny to me how Impulse starts setting up a trap at the front door of the midcentury modern house & Bdubs immediately announces it to all and sundry so its value is totally ruined now LMFAO

"...aaaaaany second now" pls not that being your plan lmfaoooo

"YES WE UNDERSTAND THE MECHANICS ETHO FOR GOODNESS SAKES 😡😡" STOP BEING MEAN TO YOUR EX BDUBS

MAN THAT TRAP KILL WOULD'VE BEEN SO FUNNY

man i LOVE hearing Grian's scream cut off as he dies lmfaoooooo

Budbs being more excited about the half stack of sand than he is about the diamond chest lol

i have watched the 100hrs series since watching episode four so Jimmy dying first is INFINITELY funnier now

voice activated TNT Minecraft traps are literally the funniest thing in the world, oh my GOD?

omg hi Pearl i haven't seen u all season

Bdubs why would you SHOOT AT HER I SWEAR

BUBBLES WHY ARE YOU RATTING OUT ETHO THIS WHOLE EPISODE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD 😭

"i was telling him Scott had it" oh WERE YOU

"i was with him last season 🙄" SCREAM LMAO

REN & BIGB ALMOST DIED TO THE HOUSE AND THEN DIED TO A STALACTITE ANYWAY I'M FUCKING DYING

PLS PEARL SETTING OFF THE TRAP BUT SURVIVING they absolutely just made an enemy

Grian's "i've been through a lot today" with an arrow in his face 💀 poor little lad

hello ad read laying down on a couch 👀 👀 👀

side note, it's still so weird hearing his sarcastic lil voice come out of that face lmao

MAN THOSE WERE EVENTFUL AS SHIT.

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Of Ice and Blood

Part 2

Hello there! I present to you, part 2 of my orc x fem!human series!

I still don't know what to name this fic of mine

I should've thought about the title in the first place lmao

Anyways! I'll try updating constantly if I can. Enjoy reading!

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Cursing, lots of cursing. Mild violence and mentions of injury.

UD 01/10/21 : CLEANED AND PROOFREAD PROPERLY (hey I did my best)

(reference to the mask she's currently wearing //her hair is still braided// )

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Even with the tedious introduction the professor was on about, I couldn’t help but pick up the whispers of my human classmates, and the unmistakable nasty odor they were giving off.

“Hey. Look at that orc over there.”

“Tsk. Beast. Why is it even here—”

“I bet it’s gonna get suspended from breaking someone’s arm.”

“It looks like he’s gonna kill somebody soon.”

Snickers and clicks of disgust went around the group.

The professor shushed them, not quite knowing what they were talking about before he moved on.

I cursed, feeling my blood boil from their words. The orc wasn’t even doing anything! And they slander him like that? I would love to break their fucking ne—

No, damn it! No violence! Mama will go crazy if she finds out I broke someone’s spine. Behave and endure. Remember your training.

...but seriously though, I'm going to fucking snap their legs. Nah, perhaps use pepper spray on their eyes until they go blind, even though the mixture inside my spray bottle wasn’t made to have permanent effects on someone, but it would still cause great discomfort.

I hugged my backpack, the thought of my dusters inside somehow comforting.

I didn’t notice Tai'chi was taking glances at me out of concern while I was imagining how I’d smash those jerks’ faces.

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My mind wandered around the interaction by the gates earlier, and how... contradicting... it was when I entered the building.

Everything passed like a blur as I continued daydreaming about other things, hardly paying attention to what everyone else was saying. Plus it takes a lot of concentration to survive their pungent scents.

A bell rang, bringing me back down to Earth. It was lunchtime already.

Everyone seemed relieved as they started filing out of the area and headed towards the cafeteria. [a/n: Ooh that rhymed] I failed to see the lingering glances of barely masked distaste in our direction.

I glanced at the or— Tai'chi, whom I found out was looking at me already, stunning me at how he stared for a moment before I broke eye contact and stood up, which he also did. I almost fell back down my chair when I scented him.

Wha—

How the fuck did I not smell him before?!

I must’ve focused too much on the awful odor surrounding me that it didn’t register this—

This, oh my God.

To describe it, it was simply so— manly (or is it Orcish?). Like the scent of fresh earth and the warmth of a fireplace in the midst of a cold night. Embers crackling and sending sparks up into the sky.

He doesn’t smell one trace of a beast at all! In fact, I’ve never smelled someone so clean, so pleasant, all the while exuding masculinity, and was that a tad hint of vanilla?

For the first time in a while, I couldn’t place what the feeling was exactly. He simply smells so— good. Which is a positive sign?

I looked up to his eyes once more before I blurted out, probably a little too high-pitched;

“Lunch?”

Seriously? That’s what comes out of your damn mouth?

“I mean, do you want to go grab some lunch? At the cafeteria?” I clarified to sound normal and unaffected, (even when I clearly am).

Was the last part necessary? You’ve broken noses, dealt painful blows like a skilled warrior, but you’re embarrassing yourself.

I was busy reprimanding myself that I nearly missed what he said.

"Sure.”

He straightened up, and I was then faced with the reality of how damn tall he is. Or is it because I’m short? I barely reached over 5 feet, and he is standing there, almost three heads taller than me. Was he hunching for my sake earlier?

Wowie…

I scented a hint of pride, and was that a small quirk of his lips for a second there?

Huh. My mask is a lifesaver, or else he would've seen my jaw dropping.

I followed him out and headed straight for the campus’ cafeteria, all the while trying to converse here and there.

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'Trying’ was not the right word.

Definitely not.

It was surprising, how easy and nice it was to talk to him. I could scent his apprehensiveness when I talked to him at first, but he relaxed not long after I introduced myself properly.

It felt... natural.

I learned that he came from the Northside of the country and moved to the city last year to pursue his dreams and to find a better future for his clan. I also told him about my family and home, along with my reasons for being here, leaving out the… violent part.

“My family and my entire clan wanted the best for me and my brothers. Up in the North, education is… very limited. Although ever since we were young, we were taught everything from our clan’s history, how to hunt for food, what herbs and plants were poisonous, what were medicinal and edible, how to stay alive, survive and so on.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But we were cut off from the modern world. Times are changing, fast. Global warming being a major problem, leaving a huge impact on our living. So, when my clan heard about a school in the city, open to all races, they turned to us, the youth, and we took this chance.”

I looked down and thought about how disconnected the others were, only given the freedom to modern society eight years ago. Eight years is a long time, but I guess it’ll take more than that for everyone to get used to the change. That doesn’t mean they should treat them poorly!

As I realized I’ve been quiet for a while, I shot up and apologized for not replying.

“No, it’s okay. You looked like you were in deep thought. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Y-yeah… I was—”

“Thinking about how the majority of the human race still see us as beasts?”

There was a bit of spite in his voice, although barely noticeable. Or was it because I caught a whiff of it? No one was paying much attention to us while we were walking. But I noticed many of them hastily stepping aside and felt their glares at my back.

“How did you know?” I asked, curious.

“I could tell from your- I could tell, from the way you frowned earlier when one of those humans said something.”

Oh. He was looking at me that time?

“Frowned? But my mask—”

“It’s easy to tell if you are frowning when your eyebrows scrunch up like that. Believe me, my father does that a lot.”

“Ah. Well. It was just very rude of them. To talk shit about you and your kind like that, as if they were any better. You weren’t even doing anything, and they judge you based on your race. Orcs are civilized and intelligent just like any other, and I don’t understand why there’s still so much prejudice after eight damn years—”

I stopped and restrained the urge to go wild and curse every single human who smelled so foul every time we pass by.

“Sorry. I was...rambling.”

Was I this talkative? Maybe it's because I never had anyone to talk to.

He didn’t reply, which I found strange, so I glanced over at him and saw his eyes wide open and brows shooting up in surprise. It was almost comical.

“Uh, Tai'chi?”

Before he could even utter a word, we arrived at a huge hall where students were chatting and enjoying their lunch. Still, I noticed some humans were giving unkind looks to a gathering of goblins eating at the far left side corner of the cafeteria.

And of course, I didn’t fail to smell that wretched odor coming from a group of girls on my right when we walked in. I also recognized the one who pushed me, (No doubt it was intentional). I had to pinch my nose over my mask just but I could only block out half of it.

Ah shit, this mask doesn’t have proper air filtration.

I groaned as I tried to cut off the noise and thickened scents. For real, I wasn’t expecting it to be this harsh! I could literally smell discrimination and hate in the air!

Fuck. I should’ve worn my other mask. I swear I’m gonna burst if I stay and inhale more of that any longer—

“Pearl, are you okay?”

I groaned again and didn’t reply, busy controlling my sense of smell to even open my mouth. We were standing there like a pair of street posts, blocking a small part of the main entrance. That is if there was a 5ft- tall post. I’m more like that foldable caution sign.

“Pearl—”

“Hey, you there! Freaks! Move out of the way.”

Great. Another awful fucking odor. And what a coincidence! It was the one I smelled this morning!

“Are you deaf? I said—”

He shouldn’t have grabbed my shoulder, shouldn’t have tried to shove me aside, for the second I felt his hand reaching for me, and before Tai'chi could pull me away, my reflexes kicked in.

What did I do exactly? Oh, I simply grabbed that damned arm of his, threw him over my shoulder, and slammed him down on the tiled floor in front of me, finishing a one-arm shoulder throw.

The people in the area halted what they were doing and a short-lived silence came over, broken by whispers.

So much for keeping a low profile.

The guy I just performed basic self-defense on was spitting curse words at me. He was still on the floor, trying not to voice the pain in his back.

“Freak! You’re a monster, aren’t you?! How dare you do this to me. Don't you know who I am?!" he yelled.

Did he mean me or? Either way, what he said was not true.

I tried to calm my anger down and gave him a forced smile, under my mask, and mustered up the voice and tone I always used when I’m annoyed.

But right now, I am pissed.

“Now, dear, fellow, human, what you said was clearly untrue. I am entirely human and this person beside me is an orc. Or were you blinded by your overgrown ego and disgusting attitude to see the obvious in front of you? Surely that must be it. The entrance to the cafeteria is wide enough for two people to not serve as a hindrance to the ones coming in, but still, you chose to try and shove me aside yourself. Well, I won’t apologize but I’ve had enough pushing for one day. And lastly, no, I do not know you and I don’t care.”

I gritted my teeth, my face hurting from smiling forcefully. The cafeteria was quite silent enough all the while and no doubt they heard every word I said.

Fuck.

I twisted around and bolted out of the building.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I blew it! Fucking blew my chance to have a normal college life! Now everyone will think I’m some crazy person and would, without a doubt, avoid me forever.

I was too busy cursing and walking away, planning to hide in a hole for all eternity that I didn’t feel the presence of someone following me.

Without thinking much of where I was heading, my feet led me to a secluded part of the uni. Tall trees lining up before and around me looking like an entrance to a forest, and so I tried hiding behind one. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t notice and detain me or something.

I sat down between the great roots of an oak tree and rested my head on top of my knees as I took deep breaths and listened.

Nature always had a place in my heart. How could it not? When you can hear the chirps of little birds, the soothing sound of leaves rustled by the wind. And the peace that comes with it all.

Not to mention it smells so relaxing.

“Hello there.”

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Haha! What will Pearl do next I wonder, and who is this person who followed her??

Had to cut it off at that part because my dearest self just loves cliff hangers—

And because I wanted to post something as soon as possible.

Hope you enjoyed! I will be working on the third part asap.

Tags: @kokokatsworld @crackinanutshell

[morbid-n-macabre]

Los Angeles, California in 2003-

Had you seen her while out and about, it would have been impossible not to notice Lana Clarkson. She was a statuesque blonde who stood at 6 foot tall, and drop dead gorgeous. But Lana was so much more than a pretty face; friends remember her as an intelligent woman with a wicked sense of humor. She had been outgoing, caring, friendly, and the life of the party wherever she went.

Though she'd been the leading lady in many B rated movies and played small roles in a handful of well known films, at 40 years of age Lana was still awaiting her big break. Due to this, the actress took on a job as a hostess at the famous House Of Blues nightclub on the Sunset Strip; her job had been to take good care of the VIP guests in a special area called The Foundation Room where LA's biggest celebrities were known frequent. Lana had not been working here too long, but it seemed to be a great fit for her; though she officially made only $9 an hour, celebrities tended to tip pretty well, and Lana had hoped to meet the right people while there.

In the very early hours of Monday, February 3nd of 2003, less than a hour before closing time, a celebrity by the name of Phil Spector walked into the club and attempted to enter the VIP area. Phil was an extremely wealthy music legend in his sixties, but Lana had absolutely no clue who the heck he was so she refused him entry. If that weren't bad enough, she accidentally misgendered Phil - Lana addressed the celebrity as "Ma'am"! Once the actress was informed of who exactly she had been interacting with, she apologized profusely and, as it was her job to cater to each VIP patron's slightest whim, that's exactly what she did. Sadly, as Lana was about to discover, Phil was much like a grenade who's pin had just been pulled - he was very soon to explode.

There's no denying that the musical genius had some serious demons. When he was only 8, Phil's daddy had committed suicide. As a teenager he was in a musical group called The Teddy Bears; Phil wrote a song called To Know Him Is To Love Him, the name of which had actually been taken from the epitaph engraved on his father's tombstone. By the age of 21 Phil was a millionaire; not only was he an accomplished song writer and musician himself, but he invented what is known as The Wall Of Sound. Phil had discovered a way to layer music, which sounded better on the radio than anything which had been discovered thus far. This was a really big deal, and Phil has been called one of the most influential music producers of all time! Since all of the biggest artists wanted to work with him, the producer became very egotistical; the older he grew the more eccentric, erratic, and violent his behavior became. He was well known for constantly packing heat, and he was absolutely not afraid to threaten someone by pointing a firearm at them - sometimes he even fired it! If this weren't bad enough, there have been a long line of women throughout the decades who claim to have been abused in various ways by Phil; several even swear to have been held captive for several days or longer in the music mogul's mansion! His ex has written a book about the hell on Earth she endured while under Phil's control. Of course Lana had no way of knowing any of this, she barely knew who Phil was.

At closing time, an intoxicated Phil needed help getting outside to his vehicle; the man was a good tipper, and the hostess was happy to oblige. Phil's limousine driver, Adriano De Souza, had been waiting outside the club. Phil insisted that Lana come back to his 33 room mansion known as The Pyrenees Castle for a nightcap. Lana declined this offer several times, but finally relented. Adriano later recalled that Lana had been adamant that she would come inside for just a quick drink, then the chauffer would drive her back. Sometime around 3 am on Monday morning Phil and Lana entered The Castle; the chauffer remained outside, awaiting the actress's promise of a prompt return.

Much of what occurred over the course of the next two hours is still up for debate, mostly we know what the driver has told us. At approximately 5 am Phil walked out of his home carrying a gun in his hands and stated, "I think I killed somebody". The chauffer called the police, with whom Phil refused to comply. He would not show his hands; a scuffle ensued, resulting in the suspect being tased and tackled to the ground.

A deceased Lana was found still seated in the white French provincial chair in the foyer, she'd taken a bullet from a .38-caliber Colt Cobra to the mouth; a firearm lay at the floor near her feet. It was obvious that Phil had attempted to clean up before notifying authorities. Blood was found on the staircase and multiple other areas, and in a bathroom near the foyer lay a cloth diaper drenched in the lady's blood.

The music mogul's account of what had transpired changed multiple times. Phil reportedly told police "I didn't mean to shoot her. It was an accident". After he'd sobered up a bit, Phil claimed to be an innocent man. He'd startled the actress as she'd been playing with the gun, and it had accidentally discharged.

Investigators did not believe Phil's story, and the autopsy agreed with them. The bullet had traveled in a slightly upward trajectory which had severed Lana's spine, and the recoil from the firearm sent several of the actress's front teeth flying to the floor. It was not a pretty death, but thankfully Lana did die instantaneously. The actress's tongue had been bruised, which the coroner stated had been from the gun forcibly entering her mouth - blunt force trauma. An acrylic fingernail from Lana's right hand was missing, had likely broken off during some sort of a struggle. There were bruises on her right arm and wrist, two of which have been described as significant. The lady's leopard print purse strap had been over her right shoulder at the time of death, which indicated that she'd soon intended to leave the premises, and the firearm was found on the floor near Lana's left foot though she'd been right handed.

Phil was arrested for second degree murder, but released on a one million dollar bond. While awaiting trial the music producer married a 26 year old deli waitress named Rachelle Short whom he would show off daily throughout the spectacle of a trial. After trying on a string of high profile attorneys, Phil finally settled on Mafia Boss John Gotti's lawyer, Bruce Cutler. The defense's stance was that Lana had discovered the firearm inside the millionaire's home and had committed suicide. The prosecution and the defense argued about both the gunshot residue and the blood spatter, with both calling experts to prove their point. The prosecution claimed that Lana had likely been grabbing for the gun while Phil was forcing it in her mouth, which would explain why there was so much GSR on her hands. Either way, a good washing can remove GSR from the skin, so Phil could not be eliminated as the killer based on that. The prosecution called a few of the women who had been victimized by Phil, some of which swore that the defendant had pulled a gun on them through the years. One witness, a former friend of the defendant named Dianne Ogden-Halder, claimed that Phil had attempted to rape her at gun point back in the 80's. She had been a guest at Phil's mansion when he'd abruptly changes from friendly to "demonic"; at this point Phil pulled out a gun and threatened to "blow her brains out". Dianne claimed that he refused to allow her to leave the home, and pressed said firearm against her forehead and cheek. Dianne claimed that she was shocked by Phil's behavior as it was unnecessary, had he been romantic with her that would've been fine. This is definitely worth mentioning as there had been sexual activity between Lana and Phil on the night of her death. There was DNA (saliva) which proved that Lana had performed fellatio on Phil, and Phil's DNA was discovered on Lana's breast. The defense called a witness to testify that Lana had been very depressed at the time of her death, and this may have been the tipping point. In the end, a couple of the jury members did have their doubts; after 12 days of deliberation a mistrial was declared.

18 months later, on October 29th of 2008, a second trial began. This trial was not the media circus which the first day been, and Phil did not have the same caliber of a defense. This time around the wealthy music mogul was found guilty of second degree murder and sentenced to 19 years to life; he is currently spending his days in the California Health Care Facility in Stockton. His health is rapidly declining, and it's said that he's not been physically capable of speaking since 2014. In 2016, after 10 years of marriage, Phil divorced his young wife. He stated that Rachelle was "bleeding him dry" with her excessive spending. She'd purchased very expensive jewellery, an airplane, a Ferrari and an Aston Martin. Rachelle had more than one plastic surgeries, bought her mama 2 nice houses, and at the time of he filed, she was in the process of getting herself a jet. All of this spending while Phil was supposed to live off the $300 a month that she placed on his books. The musician wants his daughter to control his money.

*While researching opinions, I've found that the belief of Phil's innocence is blamed largely on David Mamet's HBO movie starring Al Pacino, "Phil Spector". This movie paints the musician in a completely innocent light, but it is not a documentary. While it's a decent film, it's just not completely factual.

[viinchester]

Prompts

How/What to request

Please comment or send an ask with the number of the prompt(s) you want + the character + more details you want to be included. I'm feeling really creative right now, so I might be able to do some of your requests.

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1. "Did you bring us here to die?" - "Obviously." - "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

2. "You.. You are-.." - "Beautiful? A genius? Immensely talented?" - "Dangerous."

3. "All that blood looks good on you, it really brings out your eyes."

4. "You keep on pointing that gun at me and blabber about how much you've been wanting to kill me. I'm beginning to doubt your commitment."

5. "Remove your hand or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it."

6. "I don't care if you're panicking - just do it quietly."

7. "How long have you been standing there?" - "Longer than you'd like."

8. "Keep your morals away from me."

9. "When did you become so smart?" - "Since I stopped listening to you."

10. "I remember kissing you.. Why do I remember kissing you?"

11. "I was just kind of hoping that you'd.. y'know.. fall in love with me."

12. "Well, that didn't end the way I expected it to, but at least nobody important died."

13. "You're going to have to tell people you're leaving eventually." - "Yeah, but how should I do it? Shall I shout it from the rooftops or send a mass e-mail?"

14. "I have never been so insulted!" - "You don't listen much then, do you?"

15. "What are you doing?" - "… Eating." - "We're being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen!?" - ".. They didn't say the fridge was off limits."

16. "Come over here and make me."

17. "I have a name and it's not sweetheart."

18. "I wouldn't miss you. Nobody would." - "..." - "No, wait! I didn't-" - "Fuck off, I hate you."

19. "I really wish you were never born." - "Well, me neither. But.. life be like that sometime." - ".. You're an idiot, you know that?"

20. "I'm dying and you can't do anything about it, so please just hold me. I don't want to die here alone.."

21. "You're bleeding! Where's your friend!?" - "Left me to die to save their own ass. Guess you were right, I really am not worth it."

22. "Did you really think I cared about you?"

23. "This is what I get from trusting you.. Everybody told me to stay away from you, but I ignored them.." - "Yeah, that was really stupid. You should've known better. And for the record: I don't regret anything."

24. "You lied to me! Everything you ever did.. It was all just a game to you!" - "You found out? What a shame.. I kind of enjoyed playing with you."

25. "This is a joke, right? Right!?"

26. "What are you doing?" - "Just what's long over due."

27. "I'm a monster." - "You know you're not."

28. "Listen, I believe there's good inside of you somewhere.. Just.. Just put that knife down, okay?"

29. "Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm more clear."

30. "Oh crap. That's your »I did something bad«-face."

31. "This never happened. Understood?"

32. "Can't you be happy for me for just five minutes?"

33. "You don't give a damn about me!" - "Frankly, I do give a damn about you, my dear."

34. "Innocent until proven guilty, my friend."

35. "You did what!?"

36. "I know I'm very drunk, but I want to kiss you so bad.." - "Excuse you?"

37. "Are you done?" - "Depends."

38. "I should hate you, but all I feel is love!" - "Well, I have that effect on people."

39. "I didn't do it." - "Then why are you laughing?" - "Because whoever did it is a genius."

40. "Was it really necessary to hit me with the corpse's leg?" - "Necessary? No. Hilarious? Yes."

41. "Oh, you're still alive." - "Don't sound so disappointed, I might begin to think you don't like me."

42. "Hold on, you died!" - "Yeah well, it didn't really stick."

43. "I think I'm having a feeling. How do I make it stop?"

44. "This is a beautiful place." - "What a shame you came from so far away to destroy it, right?" - "Not really."

45. "I don't like how that ended. Let's pretend it never happened." - ".. Life doesn't work like that." - "It does now."

46. "I didn't-.. I didn't mean to! This wasn't what I wanted!"

47. "Do you feel any remorse for what you did to them? For what you did to me?"

48. "Please, you have to let me make this right!"

49. "How long are you going to keep on blackmailing me?"

50. "This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well."

51. "You know, you're adorable when you're mad." - "I could literally kill you."

52. "Well, this is a nice change of scenery." - "It's a prison cell." - "I was being sarcastic."

53. "Run! Run away as long as you got the chance!" - "Run away from what!?" - "From me!"

54. "Rumour has it, I make you nervous."

55. "I can't focus with your damn hand in my- ah.. Oh…"

56. "How are you mad at me, when I'm the one with the broken arm!?"

57. "Well, shit. I'll need a fucking lawyer."

58. "Are you enjoying the party?" - "Party? This isn't a party." - "Not until somebody almost dies."

59. "FUCK! You scared the shit out of me!"

60. "Don't. Move."

61. "You're bleeding on my carpet."

62. "Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is an idiot and a jerk."

63. "Call me that one more time and you'll see what happens."

64. "It's pitch black in here and I can still see you're blushing."

65. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

66. "Murder is kinda against the law, you know?"

67. "Bend over."

68. "Beg for it."

69. "I'll make sure you never see them again."

70. "If you relaxed, it wouldn't hurt so much."

71. "There you are. Did you really think you were gonna escape?"

72. "I love you, I love you so much and I'll make sure you feel the same." - "You-.. You are insane.."

73. "Let me out of here! You're a fucking psychopath! I won't ever bend to your will!" - "Now, why did you have to make me mad by saying something so inconsiderate?"

74. "See, now was that so bad?" - "We're in the hospital, you idiot!" - "Yeah, but we could be dead instead, so I consider us lucky."

75. "How do you even sleep at night?" - "Oh, just like a baby."

76. "It'd be a shame if I had to damage that beautiful face.."

77. "Stop struggling. It doesn't have to be painful."

78. "I killed my own blood. What do you think I could do to you?"

79. Person A is wrapped in christmas lights, their body bound tightly to the chair they're sitting on. Person B comes in and grins. "Oh boy, I must've been good this year."

80. "Why don't you ever listen to my orders!?" - "I don't like being told what to do."

81. "I'll go easy on you."

82. "You don't look like a professional criminal.." - "Oh sorry, let me just.. grab my Ted-Bundy-Mask and put on some bloody gloves."

83. "You don't have to stay. I understand."

84. "You don't have to fight me."

85. "Watch me."

86. "You make a sound and it's game over."

87. "I'm like 75% sure this isn't going to kill us."

88. "Uhm, I don't think kidnapping is legal.. So if you could just let me go, that would be great."

89. "Please, I'm begging you.. I will do anything!" - "Anything, you say?"

90. "Cooperate with me and nobody will get hurt."

91. "Shoot him/her. Or I shoot you."

92. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/N. You will kill yourself."

93. "Your life is completely in my hands, so don't test my boundaries."

94. "Why are you crying?"

95. "I could help you, but it will cost you."

96. "Oh, you mean you need.. this antidote?"

97. "Go ahead and pray. See what good that does for you."

98. "What did you do to them!?"

99. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

100. "Complain all you want, but hurry and help me hide the body while you're at it!"

101. Person A to Person B: "There's no way in hell I'm doing that!" *Five seconds later* Person B to Person A while watching them do it: "You were saying?"

102. "They don't make a card saying »Sorry for almost bleeding out on your two thousand dollar couch and completely ruining it«, so I got you this instead."

103. "I didn't ask you, because I knew you were going to deny. And I don't need your fucking permission to do anything!"

104. "I am the only thing standing between you and all those people out there wanting to kill you, so I strongly suggest you stop pissing me off."

105. "Why is everbody running around like the city's on fire? What did I miss?"

106. "Alright, so I'll do this ridiculous thing you asked me to do, but in exchange you'll have to come to family-dinner with me and pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend, because I've kinda been lying to my family about being in a relationship to get them off my back and now they want to meet my partner."

107. "That's a terrible thing to carve into a tree."

108. "This is definitely not as charming as you might think."

109. "But that wasn't the fucking question, was it?"

110. "You take me instead! Do you hear me? Give her/him/them back and take me instead!"

111. "You know I hear you talking, but I still don't have my coffee."

112. "Take one more step and I'll snap her pretty little neck."

113. "This is real. You're real, I'm real.. I need you to come back to reality with me."

114. "You shouldn't have seen that."

115. "Whatever you do, don't make a sound."

116. "I'd rather be spitting blood."

117. "You can't have her and it's killing you inside."

118. "I could hear you screaming, are you alright?"

119. "I was made to destroy. Not to fix or repare, but to break."

120. "I know how this goes. First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look and at the end of the night, you'll ask for my number."

121. "I'm drunk and I hate everything.. Wait, lemme correct myself, I hate everything but you."

122. "Put the gun down, please. You're starting to scare me.."

123. "I'm right here. I've been here all along. Please, just.. see me."

124. "Stop looking at me with pity in your eyes. Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that!"

125. "You took adventage of me when all I did was help you. Others would've left a long time ago, but I kept on believing in you. But you only ever saw me as an opportunity to get what you wanted.."

126. "You really don't know how to talk to women, do you?" - "There was no need to until now!"

127. "You already know how this will end. It always ends with my blood on your hands. I've come to terms with it, you should get used to the idea too. After all, you can't change destiny."

128. "If you want to keep me away, then tell me a lie that will hurt me so deep I'll never want to see you again." - "I love you."

129. "Go ahead, underestimate me. That will be fun."